Lan Ruochan

Chapter 17 The National Day Special
In the early morning of October [-], [-], BJ, Tiananmen Square.

The grand military parade, the pleasing national gala and the fireworks show that overwhelmed the stars have all come to an end.The festive atmosphere of the [-]th birthday of the motherland has not yet dissipated. Some people go to sleep chasing their dreams with beautiful longings, while others take advantage of this high fighting spirit > hitting the keyboard < (mistyped) to fight on the job.

At this time, the sanitation workers responsible for the cleaning work on Chang'an Avenue are one of the loveliest people who are fighting hard.The collection and distribution of millions of people will always leave some traces.The sanitation workers have worked tirelessly to carry out early morning operations, trying to restore Shili Chang'an to its usual beauty without makeup.

"Old Li, look, what is this?"

"Let me take a look, hey? This is a fragment of props from last night, isn't it, why are there words on it?"

"Yo, it looks like an imitation oracle bone. Lao Li, are you literate?"

"Just kidding, how can you be a sanitation worker in the capital without any knowledge? Isn't it an oracle bone? Let me read it to you, that, what is Yu Tian, ​​what is Shou Yongchang. What is behind this one, one..."

"Unity! The one that looks like a skein is a word for unity. The latter sentence is, the whole world celebrates! You are at the level of oracle bone inscriptions, I~"

"Hey, Lao Zhang, it's interesting. Hey, let me say this is a fragment of a prop. The whole world celebrates! Hey, it's quite delicate, it really looks like a turtle shell. It's auspicious to put it at home as a decoration."

"Come on, you take it! The whole world celebrates! It's auspicious, and you can pretend to know a few oracle bones, right?"

"Hey! Old Zhang, what are you talking about! You, don't go!..."

On a certain day in the early Zhou Dynasty, Yanjing, Yanwang Bieyuan.

Two silver-haired old men are picking fruits and vegetables in the farmland in the garden.

"Uncle Zhao, you invited me all the way from North Korea to pick vegetables with you?"

(Author’s case: Regarding North Korea’s naming, there are notes in the text, so I won’t repeat it here.)
"Brother Jizi, don't be so mean. My son lives in Yandi on weekdays, and it's rare for me to have this old bone. I just want to meet up with old friends, pick vegetables, and drink wine. After this time, I don't know if there will be a next time."

"Hey, hey! Zhao Xi, who are you cursing?"

Zhao Gongxi smiled but did not answer, searching for his favorite target in the vegetable field, "Look at this garden, which has not been taken care of for more than ten years, and it has turned into such a mess. Eh?"

Mr. Zhao walked quickly towards a scallion plant, "Brother Jizi, come and see, this plant looks like a shallot."

When Jizi heard the words, he seemed to be 20 years younger suddenly. He jumped over with two tiger steps and leaned over to take a closer look. After moving for more than a thousand years, today's merchants no longer know the taste of shallots.

Come on, let's cook with it today.If you miss it this time, you don’t know if there will be a next time. "

Mr. Zhao laughed, "Hey, this time it was you who said it yourself!"

Mr. Zhao swung his hoe a few times, and suddenly he seemed to have touched something hard. He threw away the hoe and dug vigorously, and dug out a tortoise shell the size of a copper basin. "What is this?"

When Jizi saw this, his eyes brightened, and he exclaimed, "Peng Keng Chenjia!"

"Huh? Is it something from Peng Zu?"

"That's right. In the past, when Peng Keng attained the Tao and got the 800-year-old prophecy of the Great Peng Kingdom, he hung up his armor and gave up divination. However, the armor he used has been connected with aura, and he can make a divination every 800 years. It should be prophesied in this world, and the strength of the prophecy is the same. It is stronger than one pendulum, it turns into a sanctification four times, and it is immortal. Zhaogong, this is a sacred object, we have to put it back. Since Peng Zu hid the sacred object here, it must be a place where spiritual energy gathers. The foundation of greatness!"

In [-] BC, Yanjing.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! A piece of tortoise shell appeared inexplicably today in the garden sealed by our ancestors!"

"To Dazai, please forgive me."

"Congratulations to the King of Yan! The prophecy says that if you break the Qi and attack the Hu, you can achieve dominance. Be careful about internal troubles, and you can expect Jiuding."

"Haha, haha! Zhaozu, can you hear me? God bless me, Dayan!"

AD [-], Duzhu.

"King Wei, further forward is the area controlled by Yan State. Shall we continue to advance?"

Under the yellow umbrella was Wei Jun Tuobasi, he lightly raised his horsewhip, pointing to the dazzling sun in the east, "We are here to hunt this time, not to fight. I, Tuobasi, also came here as a private person. Now, let's see what Feng Ba dares to do to me. Come, follow!"

Baiqijuechen, climbing straight to Yishui, at the end of the boundless, is a dilapidated manor.

The king of Wei stationed his horse and swung his whip, and immediately a soldier rushed in to visit him first.

"Report, there is no one living in this garden, and it is in dilapidated condition, only this thing seems to be new, unstained by dust."

The king of Wei took it, and saw that it was a fragment of a tortoise shell, so he handed it to a rider with a stick beside him, "Changsun Song, explain the interpretation for me."

Changsun Song took the fragments, with a happy expression on his face, he read aloud, "In troubled times, Wei is the one who obeys the sky. Conquer Ximonan, and don't go against the times."

In [-] A.D., under the city of Zhongdu.

"Report to the Great Khan, Zhang Shuai will conquer the South, and the Xiong, Yi, Bao, and An states will all be determined."

"Okay, if this is the case, Ben Khan can go west without worry. Yelu Chucai!"

"Chen is here!"

"Ben Khan found something in the Golden Palace last night. You are quite obsessed with ancient Chinese sayings, can you clear up my confusion?"

"The minister should serve himself."

As early as a eunuch presented a piece of tortoise shell on a gold plate.

Yelu Chucai held it with both hands and looked at it carefully.

After a while, an exclamation, the sixteen-character prophecy, blurted out,

"After Nuwa, there are all Kyushu. A generation of Tianjiao, the golden dragon!"

》》》》》Only this article congratulates the [-]th anniversary of the motherland. I am young in China, and my life will last forever. "" ""

(End of this chapter)