Wanli Xinming

Chapter 212 Light News
"Next!"

Several curved mirrors piled on the horizontal wooden reeds, pulled by the pulley at the top of a wooden shelf as high as six feet, were dragged by the servants shouting their horns, and they rose to the top of a gray and fluttering brick building.

This brick building is square and upright, like an arrow tower on the city wall, rising from a hill on the southwest side of Liguo Station.

However, it is three or four feet square, but it can be five feet high. It has no decoration and is gray.A small pavilion is supported by four pillars on the top platform of the brick building.In the center of the pavilion, there is a metal object, which looks a little delicate.A craftsman was fiddling with a blueprint in his hand.

Under the brick building under construction, Lu Guofeng, the postmaster of Liguoyi, looked up at the sky and cursed, "Mom, the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and it's still such a hot day to kill people!"

While he was cursing, he was still sitting on a small tumbler on the edge of the construction site.The red lacquer gourd in his hand also made some water sounds along with his waving arm, as if to cheer him.

He scolded twice, and then used his only left right hand to sip a sip of the bland water in the gourd, and the few postmen beside him swallowed greedily.

After cursing for a while, Lu Guofeng became more and more agitated, and shouted at the top of his voice, "You bastard, are you done?"

The craftsman above may not have heard it, but he is still busy with his head down.An apprentice beside him heard it and seemed to say something to him.The craftsman still ignored it, and only let the apprentice hand him the tool in his hand.

Although Lu Guofeng was troubled, he did not dare to leave the construction site and could only suffer under the sun.When he was depressed, a red shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head and saw a fat monk walking by the foot of the mountain.

Lu Guofeng was very bored, so he called out, "Then monk, come up!" The monk who was walking heard someone call a monk, and when he looked up, he saw Lu Yicheng beckoning to him.

He immediately bowed his head and walked up with his cassock in hand.When he approached, Lu Yicheng asked, "Aren't you the Zhitong monk from Pingshan Temple? How did you get here?"

Monk Zhitong smiled, bowed to Lu Guofeng and said, "It turned out to be Sir Lu in front of him. It's a coincidence that the little monk has met a noble today."

Lu Yicheng sneered and said, "Damn noble. How did you come so far, you monk?"

Zhitong flattered: "This Pengcheng counts up and down, left and right, isn't the one who can get the knight the old one? Or did Brother Lu get this wealth by killing him in a sea of ​​blood." Although he said these auspicious words, but Zhitong He didn't dare to look at the scars on Lu Guofeng's face where the muscles rolled up, keeping a smile and staring at his hairline.

A smile appeared on Lu Guofeng's face.Pointing to the ground, he said, "Sit as a monk." Zhitong complained in his heart, but his face did not show. He lifted his robes to his waist, and fumbled around to find a relatively clean grass to sit on.

Lu Guofeng asked again, "Where are you from?"

Zhitong had no choice but to return: "It was Wang Ju's father who was in mourning. Monk and I went to do some rituals for a few days before I came here."

When Lu Guofeng heard this, a Mona Lisa-like smile appeared on his face.The remaining half of his eyebrows on the left were raised, and the scars on his face did not block his wretched expression. He smiled and asked, "Then can you see the little widow?"

Zhitong's face dripped with oil and sweat, thinking that you are a disabled person who has only moved in for less than a year, but you have figured out the matter of the ten miles and eight villages.He ate the banquet in Wang Ju's family, and he didn't want to talk about their privacy, but seeing Lu Yicheng's thirst for knowledge in the depths of his soul, he nodded unexpectedly.

Then Lu Yicheng laughed again, handed the gourd to the courier next to him, and with a gesture from top to bottom with his right hand, he actually drew an indescribable curve, and Zhitong actually understood it.Hearing Lu Yicheng ask: "But this?"

Zhitong nodded again in a weird way.Lu Yicheng laughed and slapped the monk on the shoulder so hard that he almost passed out.Listening to Lu Yicheng smiled lewdly: "This old king's eighth, his mother, a bunch of old bones, and he has to marry a man. Haha! I heard that he was still pout when he died--is that true?"

Zhitong was already tired from walking, but at this moment, he was entangled by this Lu Yicheng, and his heart was very bitter.Seeing that the color embryo was endless, his heart swelled, and he leaned into Sir Lu's ear and said, "You don't know, bro, I heard from the monk Wang Juren that he wants the little widow to remarry! Which one is the outsider?"

When Lu Yicheng heard this, his eyes were so hanging that his eyes didn't pop out of his sockets. He took a deep breath and said, "Really? That little widow is willing? This Wang Ju's family is rich in gold and silver, if he remarries this flower poor Gone."

Zhitong pouted and said: "Wang Juren is forty this year, and the dead ghost father left him a mother as big as a flower! Isn't this nonsense? If I were Wang Juren, I would have to send her away! Besides, what's the trend now, this world still doesn't matter. How many young guards are there?"

After hearing this, Lu Yicheng blinked a pair of mung bean eyes on his face, put his head on Zhitong's bald head, and asked in a low voice, "When I came to Pengcheng last year, I saw the little widow once on the road. The monk said, I'm going to marry that little widow, is that possible?"

Zhitong, a wine and meat monk, usually does some matchmaking and fiber-making activities to earn some wine and meat pockets.He said the little widow's remarriage, and this was what he had in mind.

Although this Lu Yicheng is a crippled, the widow is not a yellow flower girl.What's more, Lu Yicheng had only allocated [-] mu of good land in Pengcheng, so he could be regarded as a well-known landlord.

Although he is not a scholar, the Jazz is the top of the folk nobility. In addition to the imperial family, Pengcheng has the highest status.Even if the prefect saw this postmaster, he did not dare to accept his courtesy without saying anything, and he had to bend over to him.

More importantly, this Lu Yicheng is young, not yet 30 years old.Although it is ugly and lacks one hand, after becoming an official, he doesn't need to do any work, as long as he has one hand that can sign.If the widow had a son and a half with him, wouldn't she be lying in a honeypot for the rest of her life?
Zhitong wanted to curry favor with him, so he told Lu Yicheng again: "It's not impossible, but the monk is telling the truth. That sister all likes to be handsome. Although Mr. Lu has a good-looking appearance, the scar is a bit scary, and there is only one scar left. Hand. I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Lu Guofeng listened and took a sip to the ground.Touching his broken arm, his face seemed a little sad.

Seeing his sadness, the monk hurriedly said: "I heard that Wang Juren wanted to give this young lady a large dowry in order to keep his words true - if this is the case, this widow has the capital, and even more wants to find a young woman. Only a handsome young man can get married. For Mr. Lu to make this happen, you have to let that person draw from the bottom of the pot."

Lu Guofeng listened and smiled bitterly: "I am a warrior, why do you give me face?"

The monk put his hands together and said: "Amitabha! You don't know. You are going to get a post from the prefect, and you just took it out of your hand. Does Wang Juren have this face? Yes, it's a nail in the coffin! Can Wang Juren get in? You, a future political master, let a small Juren save face, isn't that his ancestor who burned the incense?" After speaking, he laughed.

When Lu Guofeng heard this, there was hope in his eyes.He patted the monk on the shoulder and said, "Go to me tomorrow, I'll kill a dog and cook it, we two will add up." Monk Zhitong gulped down his saliva and cupped his hands: "Sure, definitely!"

Then he pointed at the craftsman who was busy in the pavilion and said, "The monk has also traveled south and north. This is the first time I have seen this pagoda. It is rumored in the village that this is the dragon vein that the emperor wants to suppress the world - I don't know what this is for?"

Speaking of work, Lu Yicheng got up seriously. He pointed to the top of the tower and said, "Did you see the thing they are installing? That thing can see hundreds of miles. See that semicircular mirror? The reflection of that thing at night is one hundred It can be seen inside and outside. From Nanjing to Beijing, there are a total of 56 post stations. The imperial court wants to use this thing to convey news, and the urgent memorial can be passed to the capital overnight - it is said that the emperor named it "Guang Bao" '."

The monk listened, his eyes dull and said: "Master Lu can use it?"

Lu Yicheng said: "We have more than ten people in Liguoyi. It's very simple. Just count the number of the lights at the previous station. We remember the number too. After memorizing and confirming, turn around and move on. send."

Zhitong realized it, and felt that this "light report" was bizarre, but it was very ingenious.He asked again: "It's a bad day, what should I do if I can't see in a foggy day?"

Lu Yicheng said: "Why is it located in the post office? If the weather is bad, it's the same as before. But it's the same as before. But now it's sent out we don't know what it means. number."

(End of this chapter)