Otherworldly Merchant

I looked at the electricity again with some surprise and found that the man was Wu Lao Bao.

“I'm sorry, Wu Lao.” I'm sorry to say this, “I thought it was Li Mazi. You sound so spirited, you're so much stronger than you were a while ago! ”

“Ha ha, yeah, yeah!” “It's not because of you," said Wu Lao Bad. “Since you pulled me back from the ghost gate, my body is really better than it was a day ago. Not only is it not coughing now, but it's good for years of cold legs! I can't stay in the house, I go out walking bends every day. By the way, don't you want to know what's on those fans? I found it for you. ”

“Ah? You found it.” I was delighted to say, "Old Wu, you are such a timely rain. Every time I have no clue, you can always help me find clues first. ”

“It's your luck too!” Wu Lao Bao said: "I was watching people play chess in the park when you sent the message. I have bad eyes and can't see that picture very clearly. When I was looking for glasses, an old brother next to me came and asked me with interest where the picture came from. ”

“Before he retired, he was an old professor at the Academy of Architecture specializing in ancient architecture. As soon as I saw that you were anxious to find the answer, I ran into the expert again and handed it to him. ”

“He could tell at a glance that this was the street view of the early years of the Tang dynasty, and that it was definitely in Xiangtan. He saw this picture when he was young, but I can't remember it for a while! However, he has a special hobby for photography, where all the ancient buildings he has seen, including drawings and drawings, are photographed and preserved. Not only has he seen this photograph, but he has also carefully studied the construction of the source. It was just a long time away, and I couldn't remember, so I begged him to look. ”

“The old man took me home to look for it. Dude, all their houses were filled with bookshelves, and there were all sorts of data and video albums on them, and the two of us had been searching for a dozen days, and that's when we found the same picture. ”

“He said that this was Pan Jiayuan in Beijing when he saw it from an ancient fan. He liked the picture but couldn't afford the fan, so he took a picture back. After careful study, he said that it was Hunan Puyang County, which was written on the back of the photo. ”

“Hunan Puyang.” I read it again and suddenly the spirit machine remembered something, even thanked him: “Wu Lao, you have helped me greatly! Thank you so much. ”

“What do you call that? You saved my life. Why thank you? All right, keep busy. Come to Xi 'an sometime. We'll get together again. ”

“Definitely! Take care of yourself. ”

Put the phone down, I ran straight into the study and turned on the computer.

Three keywords were typed on the search page: “Tang Dynasty," “Beef," “Puyang.”

The first word on the search page immediately caught my eye: Did Duff, the great poet of the Tang dynasty, actually die from eating beef?

After a quick look, it was said that the great poet Dufu had fallen into poverty in his later years. When he took a small boat through Yongzhou Puyang County, he happened to admire his talent by the local county decree and wanted to earn a score of Mobo. Suchi Dufu loved beef so much that he prepared dozens of plates of roasted beef. Dufu had been displaced and had not eaten for several days. When he saw the beef he couldn't stand it, he actually put himself to death alive.

Though it doesn't say whether the county decree let him put words on the fan and finally whether it worked.

But I'm sure 89 out of 10 spirits on this blank paper fan are Duff!

That drop of ink on the paper fan must have dropped on him the last time he drew his pen.

Dove was born with a heart full of state affairs, and the poems he wrote were mostly an abbreviation of social phenomena. It is called the greatest realist poet, and it is honored by the descendants as: Poetry Holy.

But his whole life has been a disaster.

He is brilliant, but he has been marginalized because of the hardship of the adulterer Li Linfu. When he joined the army, his youngest son was still able to starve to death and was captured by the rebels.

Though his destiny is so great, he can't forget the heavens!

Three words of goodbye, "Wing Huai 500 words" and many other poems, it is literally a tear of blood, which actually shows the suffering of the hundreds of thousands of people in Datang. But he himself could not escape such a fate, starved to death, survived.

A generation of poetry, death is so embarrassing!

I stared at the blank fan and after a long silence, I copied the phone.

“Asako. ”

“What, you figured it out?” Li Mazi asked with a smile: “Do you want me to disperse the news now...”

I wasn't in the mood to bullshit him, and I said, “I'm going to throw a grand bull feast, and you're going to get some senior chefs to arrange it right away. ”

As soon as Li Mazi heard my voice was serious, she stopped joking. She didn't even ask why. She just answered a “good” and hung up.

Three days later, a hundred and ten long tables were lined up along the river.

Each table has ten large plates filled with the finest dishes made by the best chefs in Wuhan, either BBQ, fried or stir-fried, or soup spoons, but the ingredients used are beef.

I stood in front of a roasted whole cow, dragging a blank fan with my hands and reading words.

A black smoke came out and circled around the table, then pounded on it.

As that black smoke flowed, a piece of beef fleshed, a large plate was licked clean, and between winks, a hundred and ten desktops were empty, even the roasted whole cow in front of me had only an empty skeleton.

The black smoke gradually became clear and turned into a skinny old man with a short beard, but his stomach burst high.

He hiccupped extremely satisfied with his hand and smiled at me. He bowed slowly and respectfully, making a clear breeze disappeared.

Duff's spirits were finally liberated.

May you be reborn, rich forever, and never suffer from this poverty again!

Knock!

A thunderbolt sounded in the sky, followed by tiny rain like cow hair, like a thin, cicada winged veil between the heavens and the earth.

I quickly put away the paper fan. It was only then that it was discovered that the ink dropped on the paper fan was also rendered invisible, turning into several lines of dragon snake-dancing poetry.

It's just that the script is too grassy, it's raining again in the sky, it can't be looked at carefully, some of the blurred identification is not very true. I don't know. Was this the county order that Duff was supposed to leave him, or was it for me?

Duff is a generation of poetic saints, all words are the common property of the entire Huaxia people, and this is once again his most rare work. I must not be greedy enough to donate this paper fan to the National Museum.

On second thought, this blank fan was a 'gift’ from Lina, just wondering what she had prepared for me.

Han Lao Liu and Caiyun were kept in mind, but they were delayed in getting any news.

I haven't been able to reach even the first year lately, and I'm getting more anxious, but there's nothing I can do.

After a few days of 'isolation, no visitors’, those who wanted to find me with all kinds of thoughts were gradually cut off.

I finally got back to some cleanliness.

I went back to the store that night.

He was studying the Scripture of the Shadow, and suddenly the store door opened without a wind, and a man walked in with a smile behind his back.