Chapter 283
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 283
There are two people living in everyone's psychology, one is the good self, and the other is the bad self.
Some people complain that the environment has changed us, and some people have no choice but to say that beliefs have changed us.Everyone has an original aspiration, or an ideal, but then everything can't withstand the passage of time like water, and the ruthless erosion of the years. Those original aspirations and ideals seem to be still very close, but in fact they are so far away...
The bright sun in May hangs high in the sky, releasing fiery power. All the green plants on the ground seem to have been dried out of water, and there is no trace of vitality.
Fang Jun was sitting on a big rock with his helmet on, frowning with a bitter face, and glared at the old craftsman beside him in displeasure: "You said it will rain recently? Are you old and dizzy? Look up at the day Head, will it rain in this weather?"
Zhao Genwang's old face turned into a chrysanthemum, and he accompanied him cautiously, but he had to explain to himself: "The old man said that it will probably rain in the near future, the nearest means the near future, and the general meaning is uncertain, but the young prisoner My lord, you have to make a bet that it will rain within seven days, this is not an old thing..."
Fang Jun glared at him, extremely irritable!
While chatting a few days ago, Zhao Genwang said that this year's spring drought is extremely serious, but he is watching the clouds and watching the wind, and there should be a heavy rain in the near future.
The craftsmen of the Military Arms Supervision are not necessarily all hereditary, a large part of them are actually the family members of the prisoners who serve as servitors, and then they are not allowed to leave their citizenship for generations.And Zhao Genwang was implicated by his father, so all the men in the family were sent to the Military Weapons Supervision.
His father was the supervisor of Qintianjian in the Northern Zhou Dynasty!
The yamen of Qin Tianjian is a very magical existence.His direct task is to correspond the changes in the astrology in the sky with the changes in human affairs in the world, but he does some language or changes, and observing the astronomy to formulate a calendar is a sideline...
It's amazing, right?But that's the way it is.
But Qin Tianjian also has another function: observing astronomy to predict the climate.
Fang Jun believes that this is more reliable. Although the ancients did not have such a magic weapon as satellites, they will eventually find out a set of more practical experience through years of observations combined with actual conditions. They can even invent 24 solar terms and predict the nature. Cloudy, rainy and snowy should be fine, right?At the very least, the accuracy rate should be above [-]%.
If the probability of one thing exceeds [-]%, it is worth doing.
Zhao Genwang's father is best at predicting the weather. According to him, this is a family heirloom skill, and he is also proficient in this...
So Fang Jun dared to bet against Zheng Boling in the Tai Chi Hall.
In addition to believing that Zhao Genwang, an honest man, will not brag, Fang Jun is also quite confident in his knowledge and knowledge beyond the times.
Since Zhao Genwang predicted that there would be rain, even if the rain did not start, it would not be too bad, but the humidity of the air and the condensation of water in the clouds did not meet the standard of rain.Just a little push yourself, the probability of rain is definitely more than [-]%.
If it doesn't work, then God is against His Majesty Li Er...
He won't have anything to lose, it's just a matter of admitting his mistake to Zheng Boling, it doesn't matter.
But look at the bright sun and cloudless weather, there is no sign of rain at all...
Fang Jun ignored Zhao Genwang, who had torn himself clean, and looked at the left guard who was sweating profusely in front of him, bored.
Two thousand carefully selected soldiers took off their shirts and cut down all the trees on this mountain at the southern foot of Lishan Mountain with their shirts off...
Duan Zan was fully armed like Fang Jun, watching his subordinates like woodcutters bring down the big trees, cut off the branches, and then pile them up one by one in the north, clearing the entire mountaintop for a clearing. Puzzled Fang Jun's intention.
"Fang Shilang, is this a new training method?" Duan Zan finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked.
"Training method?" Fang Jun was taken aback, glanced at Duan Zan, and said in his heart that your associative ability is really rich enough, "No, the left guard is not a soldier of a certain person, how about a certain one who is free to train them?"
With that said, he stood up, took off his helmet, touched his sweat, waved his hands and said, "This is asking for rain..."
"Pray for rain?" Duan Zan was dumbfounded.
Fang Jun waved his hand and returned to the barracks on the left, intending to take a shower and take a nap.
Before he had taken two steps, a large group of people came in large and small vehicles from the foot of the mountain.
Fang Jun had no choice but to turn around again, and when the group of people came up the mountain, his eyes straightened...
"Your Majesty, the body of a thousand pieces of gold is not enough to hang down. What are you doing here in this barren mountain?"
Cheng Yaojin, with a bright helmet and bright armor, was riding a tall horse, talking to the green-clothed scribe in front of him, and this green-clothed scribe was none other than the current emperor, His Majesty Li Er.
His Majesty Li Er was riding a horse, and seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at the busy soldiers with great interest, and said with a smile: "I am very curious about Fang Jun's idea, so come and have a look."
Cheng Yaojin was so hot that he almost stuck out his tongue to cool down, and curled his lips when he heard the words: "That kid doesn't know what's going on, he doesn't have a serious thing in his mind, everything he does is weird, just begging for rain, asking for such a big deal battle?"
He did know that the convoy behind him was struggling up the mountain, full of talismans used for praying for rain. It is said that this was only less than one-third of the amount. This kind of talisman paper spirit.
That's right, it's "Chengchan". All craftsmen are carrying a thick brush, dipped in silver powder, and writing and drawing. All the talisman papers have only two words repeated over and over again: pray for rain...
You little turtle, can you be a little technical about such a high-level matter as asking for rain?
It's good to write two lines of poetry...
But this battle is really too big. It is said that the silver powder used to write on these talisman papers and spirit scripts alone has emptied the silver deposits in the Treasury of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, a total of 20 taels...
Fang Jun came up to meet him from a distance, knelt on one knee by the side of the road, and said loudly: "I have seen His Majesty, I have seen Old Duke Cheng!"
His Majesty Li Er waved his hand: "How are you getting ready?"
Fang Jungong said: "The site has been leveled, just wait for the talisman paper and spiritual writing to arrive, and then we can start praying for rain!"
His Majesty Li Er nodded, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and the horse's hooves under his crotch made a loud noise, and he walked up to the top of the mountain.
But Cheng Yaojin jumped off the horse, his armor leaves rattled, he threw the reins to the soldiers behind him, pulled Fang Jun up, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed, "Why bother?"
He simply couldn't understand Fang Jun's motives. If His Majesty wants to kill him, let him kill him. At worst, let's ask for a false accusation of illness, and it will be over if we don't go into battle with a knife. Why do we have to bet on the Tai Chi Hall?
It is true that you have achieved a lot of credit, but if you lose, you will have to be suppressed by those powerful families in the future, even His Majesty will not be able to help you...
Fang Jun naturally knew Cheng Yaojin's concern, and said emotionally: "Thank you, Uncle Cheng, for your concern, but don't worry, there is always an [-]% chance of winning."
"Well, that's worth a shot. But I don't understand, why do people ask for rain and find a few Taoist priests, and now many Taoist priests are begging His Majesty to show their faces in this unprecedented big move, but they all It is said that it was your idea to be rejected by His Majesty?"
"Your Majesty is not particular..." Fang Jun smiled wryly, probably because His Majesty was annoyed by being entangled, so he threw him out as a shield.
But you don't think about it, you can't help this group of bull noses, but now you can't hate me?
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly, and slapped Fang Jun on the shoulder: "It's what you deserve! Who told you to be so stupid?" He raised his thumb, pointed behind him, and said wretchedly: "Today Then came a..."
Fang Jun looked in the direction of the wind he was pointing at, only to see a Taoist priest with fluttering Taoist robes riding a green donkey, unsteadily following among the vehicles, walking towards him.
From a distance, the Taoist priest waved his hand when he saw Fang Jun, showing a very suave smile...
Fang Jun only felt that the chrysanthemum was tight, and quickly pulled Cheng Yaojin beside him: "Uncle Cheng, this guy is a bull-nosed man, why does someone think that this man smiles so loudly?"
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly, with a loud voice like a broken gong: "Haven't you heard? All the women in Chang'an say that Li Chunfeng is the number one Taoist priest in the world. The most handsome, people beckon, and those who are married and daughters lined up will be sent to the door for nothing! This is the glory of the Taoist sect! Woohahaha..."
Li Chunfeng, who was riding a green donkey, saw Fang Jun, his eyes lit up, and he slapped the green donkey on the back, and he quickened his pace to catch up. As a result, he heard Cheng Yaojin's words clearly, and Li Chunfeng was immediately furious. He fell over on the donkey's back and almost fell off...
(End of this chapter)
There are two people living in everyone's psychology, one is the good self, and the other is the bad self.
Some people complain that the environment has changed us, and some people have no choice but to say that beliefs have changed us.Everyone has an original aspiration, or an ideal, but then everything can't withstand the passage of time like water, and the ruthless erosion of the years. Those original aspirations and ideals seem to be still very close, but in fact they are so far away...
The bright sun in May hangs high in the sky, releasing fiery power. All the green plants on the ground seem to have been dried out of water, and there is no trace of vitality.
Fang Jun was sitting on a big rock with his helmet on, frowning with a bitter face, and glared at the old craftsman beside him in displeasure: "You said it will rain recently? Are you old and dizzy? Look up at the day Head, will it rain in this weather?"
Zhao Genwang's old face turned into a chrysanthemum, and he accompanied him cautiously, but he had to explain to himself: "The old man said that it will probably rain in the near future, the nearest means the near future, and the general meaning is uncertain, but the young prisoner My lord, you have to make a bet that it will rain within seven days, this is not an old thing..."
Fang Jun glared at him, extremely irritable!
While chatting a few days ago, Zhao Genwang said that this year's spring drought is extremely serious, but he is watching the clouds and watching the wind, and there should be a heavy rain in the near future.
The craftsmen of the Military Arms Supervision are not necessarily all hereditary, a large part of them are actually the family members of the prisoners who serve as servitors, and then they are not allowed to leave their citizenship for generations.And Zhao Genwang was implicated by his father, so all the men in the family were sent to the Military Weapons Supervision.
His father was the supervisor of Qintianjian in the Northern Zhou Dynasty!
The yamen of Qin Tianjian is a very magical existence.His direct task is to correspond the changes in the astrology in the sky with the changes in human affairs in the world, but he does some language or changes, and observing the astronomy to formulate a calendar is a sideline...
It's amazing, right?But that's the way it is.
But Qin Tianjian also has another function: observing astronomy to predict the climate.
Fang Jun believes that this is more reliable. Although the ancients did not have such a magic weapon as satellites, they will eventually find out a set of more practical experience through years of observations combined with actual conditions. They can even invent 24 solar terms and predict the nature. Cloudy, rainy and snowy should be fine, right?At the very least, the accuracy rate should be above [-]%.
If the probability of one thing exceeds [-]%, it is worth doing.
Zhao Genwang's father is best at predicting the weather. According to him, this is a family heirloom skill, and he is also proficient in this...
So Fang Jun dared to bet against Zheng Boling in the Tai Chi Hall.
In addition to believing that Zhao Genwang, an honest man, will not brag, Fang Jun is also quite confident in his knowledge and knowledge beyond the times.
Since Zhao Genwang predicted that there would be rain, even if the rain did not start, it would not be too bad, but the humidity of the air and the condensation of water in the clouds did not meet the standard of rain.Just a little push yourself, the probability of rain is definitely more than [-]%.
If it doesn't work, then God is against His Majesty Li Er...
He won't have anything to lose, it's just a matter of admitting his mistake to Zheng Boling, it doesn't matter.
But look at the bright sun and cloudless weather, there is no sign of rain at all...
Fang Jun ignored Zhao Genwang, who had torn himself clean, and looked at the left guard who was sweating profusely in front of him, bored.
Two thousand carefully selected soldiers took off their shirts and cut down all the trees on this mountain at the southern foot of Lishan Mountain with their shirts off...
Duan Zan was fully armed like Fang Jun, watching his subordinates like woodcutters bring down the big trees, cut off the branches, and then pile them up one by one in the north, clearing the entire mountaintop for a clearing. Puzzled Fang Jun's intention.
"Fang Shilang, is this a new training method?" Duan Zan finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked.
"Training method?" Fang Jun was taken aback, glanced at Duan Zan, and said in his heart that your associative ability is really rich enough, "No, the left guard is not a soldier of a certain person, how about a certain one who is free to train them?"
With that said, he stood up, took off his helmet, touched his sweat, waved his hands and said, "This is asking for rain..."
"Pray for rain?" Duan Zan was dumbfounded.
Fang Jun waved his hand and returned to the barracks on the left, intending to take a shower and take a nap.
Before he had taken two steps, a large group of people came in large and small vehicles from the foot of the mountain.
Fang Jun had no choice but to turn around again, and when the group of people came up the mountain, his eyes straightened...
"Your Majesty, the body of a thousand pieces of gold is not enough to hang down. What are you doing here in this barren mountain?"
Cheng Yaojin, with a bright helmet and bright armor, was riding a tall horse, talking to the green-clothed scribe in front of him, and this green-clothed scribe was none other than the current emperor, His Majesty Li Er.
His Majesty Li Er was riding a horse, and seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at the busy soldiers with great interest, and said with a smile: "I am very curious about Fang Jun's idea, so come and have a look."
Cheng Yaojin was so hot that he almost stuck out his tongue to cool down, and curled his lips when he heard the words: "That kid doesn't know what's going on, he doesn't have a serious thing in his mind, everything he does is weird, just begging for rain, asking for such a big deal battle?"
He did know that the convoy behind him was struggling up the mountain, full of talismans used for praying for rain. It is said that this was only less than one-third of the amount. This kind of talisman paper spirit.
That's right, it's "Chengchan". All craftsmen are carrying a thick brush, dipped in silver powder, and writing and drawing. All the talisman papers have only two words repeated over and over again: pray for rain...
You little turtle, can you be a little technical about such a high-level matter as asking for rain?
It's good to write two lines of poetry...
But this battle is really too big. It is said that the silver powder used to write on these talisman papers and spirit scripts alone has emptied the silver deposits in the Treasury of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, a total of 20 taels...
Fang Jun came up to meet him from a distance, knelt on one knee by the side of the road, and said loudly: "I have seen His Majesty, I have seen Old Duke Cheng!"
His Majesty Li Er waved his hand: "How are you getting ready?"
Fang Jungong said: "The site has been leveled, just wait for the talisman paper and spiritual writing to arrive, and then we can start praying for rain!"
His Majesty Li Er nodded, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and the horse's hooves under his crotch made a loud noise, and he walked up to the top of the mountain.
But Cheng Yaojin jumped off the horse, his armor leaves rattled, he threw the reins to the soldiers behind him, pulled Fang Jun up, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed, "Why bother?"
He simply couldn't understand Fang Jun's motives. If His Majesty wants to kill him, let him kill him. At worst, let's ask for a false accusation of illness, and it will be over if we don't go into battle with a knife. Why do we have to bet on the Tai Chi Hall?
It is true that you have achieved a lot of credit, but if you lose, you will have to be suppressed by those powerful families in the future, even His Majesty will not be able to help you...
Fang Jun naturally knew Cheng Yaojin's concern, and said emotionally: "Thank you, Uncle Cheng, for your concern, but don't worry, there is always an [-]% chance of winning."
"Well, that's worth a shot. But I don't understand, why do people ask for rain and find a few Taoist priests, and now many Taoist priests are begging His Majesty to show their faces in this unprecedented big move, but they all It is said that it was your idea to be rejected by His Majesty?"
"Your Majesty is not particular..." Fang Jun smiled wryly, probably because His Majesty was annoyed by being entangled, so he threw him out as a shield.
But you don't think about it, you can't help this group of bull noses, but now you can't hate me?
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly, and slapped Fang Jun on the shoulder: "It's what you deserve! Who told you to be so stupid?" He raised his thumb, pointed behind him, and said wretchedly: "Today Then came a..."
Fang Jun looked in the direction of the wind he was pointing at, only to see a Taoist priest with fluttering Taoist robes riding a green donkey, unsteadily following among the vehicles, walking towards him.
From a distance, the Taoist priest waved his hand when he saw Fang Jun, showing a very suave smile...
Fang Jun only felt that the chrysanthemum was tight, and quickly pulled Cheng Yaojin beside him: "Uncle Cheng, this guy is a bull-nosed man, why does someone think that this man smiles so loudly?"
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly, with a loud voice like a broken gong: "Haven't you heard? All the women in Chang'an say that Li Chunfeng is the number one Taoist priest in the world. The most handsome, people beckon, and those who are married and daughters lined up will be sent to the door for nothing! This is the glory of the Taoist sect! Woohahaha..."
Li Chunfeng, who was riding a green donkey, saw Fang Jun, his eyes lit up, and he slapped the green donkey on the back, and he quickened his pace to catch up. As a result, he heard Cheng Yaojin's words clearly, and Li Chunfeng was immediately furious. He fell over on the donkey's back and almost fell off...
(End of this chapter)
