Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 892
"That's right." Fang Wenyu said, "I'm afraid this is the purpose of Cao Cao's iron-chained boats. It is indeed a good way to quickly build a water fortress. Cao Cao is a smart military strategist. If Xu Shu is purely fooling around, he won't listen. .”

"However, details determine success or failure." Zhou Zhi nodded: "Xu Shu didn't tell him two details. One is that such a water village needs to establish an outpost line of defense against fire attacks, and it needs to have measures to intercept enemy fire ships. The second is the inside of the water village. There can't be too many ships, and enough space for fire shelters needs to be left..."

With reference to the actual terrain and the "iron lock and horizontal" plan, everyone discovered that Cao Cao was not stupid at all, and doing so was indeed the most convenient and quick way to build a water village.

He was just not familiar with southern water warfare, so he forgot to send out scouts to guard against people stealing chickens. No one on the shelf reminded him that he needed to pull another iron chain outside the stockade to create a "water fire belt".

After filling in these details, everyone now understands why the historical bludgeoning attack was successful.

"So you still have to have a tour guide." Liu Tao said with a smile: "The elbow is really powerful. It's really better to be famous than to meet, and to meet is worse than to be famous."

"But the poem is still not written." Xiong Jiao was actually quite proud of her good friend, but she still couldn't help joking: "Look at the elbow, there is an inscription on Huangshan Valley over there."

On the stone wall of the mountain pass here, there are two larger regular script characters, the official word "Suojiang", and two small characters beside it, which say "Valley".

Zhou Zhi has already decided in his heart that 80.00% of these two characters are not authentic. The river bank here is made of sand and gravel, and the sand and gravel itself is easily weathered.

The second is that the calligraphy style is different from Huang Tingjian's authentic works. Although both are born out of Yan style, there are authentic works of Huang Tingjian's big characters handed down to the world, that is, the famous "Shui Tou Wok Ming".

In "Shui Tou Wok Inscription", when Huang Tingjian writes a horizontal fold, his wrist will inevitably drive the brush to make a dragging movement.

As for the character "Suo" in Suojiang, the horizontal folded strokes are first written horizontally, and then the pen is lifted away from the paper, adjusted to the center and written vertically, which is very inconsistent with Huang Tingjian's style details.

This is the most obvious place, and there are many other details that are suspicious.

But it seems that Xiong Jiao and Liu Tao already regard themselves as natives of Yizhou. They are very proud of Huang Tingjian, so it is hard for Zhou Zhi to say that this word is more likely to be written by later generations under the guise of Gu Gu.

He had no choice but to laugh and said, "This character is actually the same as the eight characters 'Nanji Old Man Wuliangshou Buddha' in Liubei Pavilion."

Back on the ruins of Diaohuanglou, Zhou Zhi turned his head to look at Minjiang again: "There is a bottle of wine on the Suojiang Pavilion, and the mountain rises from the Baiyun River. The sentence about the valley is so beautifully written... Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Xiong Jiao asked.

"I just read the forest of steles and didn't pay attention, but now I find that there are two poems that should be written at the same time."

"how do you know?"

"One is "Ci Yun Li Rendao Drinks Suojiang Pavilion in the Evening", and the other is "Zi Yun and Jianlu Zhongnanyu Three Poems". It seems that the rhymes are all the same words."

"Second rhyme is a way for the ancients to write poetry. One person writes one first, and the next person writes another. The last word of each couplet must be the same as the previous poem."

"I remember the first song is: A bottle of wine on the Suojiang Pavilion, the mountains are from the Baiyun River and the river. Li Hou's short brown has its advantages, and it is not born in the same way as common things. The classics of the sable cicada continue the dog's tail, and the article is thunderous. In ancient times, poor scholars only observed festivals, and held the gate every night to listen to the fifth watch."

"The second song is: The snow waves from the west are like cooking, and the two ends can be crossed by one reed. Suddenly, the Zhongling River is ten miles away, and the white apples are blown by the wind. The wine cup has not felt the floating ants slippery, and the tea tripod is already buzzing with flies. The sun must be gone when we return, and I also feel that the servants who hold the cover have been changed repeatedly."

"Look, are the rhymes the same?"

Liu Tao was dumbfounded, not because of Huang Tingjian's talent, but because of Zhou Zhi's ability to memorize poems: "You...you just read it for a short while, and you memorized it all?"

"No, no, there seems to be another one..." Zhou Zhi said suddenly, "Let's go back to the Forest of Steles to have a look!"

There is a small pond outside the Liubei Pavilion, opposite the pond and the Fuweng Pavilion, there is also a Yimo Pavilion.

There are many stone tablets next to the Yimo Pavilion, and some poems are engraved on them. They are all masterpieces written by celebrities in the past dynasties. They should be transcribed by the city government and calligraphers in the city.

Everyone played here just now, but except for Zhou Zhi who was more interested, everyone else felt bored, so they went to Liubeichi after watching it for a while.

It’s different now. Everyone started to search with great interest. After a while, Fang Wenyu found the first song: “Hey! There is this one, a bottle of wine on the Suojiang Pavilion, and the mountains are from the Baiyun River!”

"I also found it here, Xilai Xuelang is like... that, that one and one can be... horizontal..." Wei Fei also found a place, but this is in cursive script, which makes it difficult for Wei Fei to identify.

"I said there was a third place! Hahahaha, it turned out to be written in capitals by Fan Cheng!" Zhou Zhi also found the third song in his memory and laughed happily.

Everyone rushed over to watch, and sure enough, the rhyme of this song was exactly the same as Huang Tingjian's previous two.

In the old city of Shuikou, the hills are flat, and the new pavilion has iron bars.

Going back and knocking out is like flying across, raining through the Ming and autumn.

The east building locks the river with two guests, and the pen and ink are contemporary and poetic.

I'm here but I'm drunk with spring green wine, and the pulse of Xingqiao is going to the third watch.

"Elbow, I remember Jiaojiao saying that in the novel you wrote, the protagonist traveled from now to the Song Dynasty?" Liu Tao was dumbfounded: "Are you sure that modern people can really survive in the Song Dynasty? Are you still a Jinshi and become an official?"

"Well..." Zhou Zhi suddenly felt blessed, squatted down and dipped in the water from the ditch, and began to write on the stone slab.

The pulse is cool and shady, chasing the dawn, and the blue river under the Keke Mountain is horizontal.

The flow cup pitches up and chases the former saint, and the flying catkins float and sink to believe in this life.

Where the cloud and the crane left the sky, the flower warbler most remembers singing in the cauldron.

Merry only meets before the poem, and sings Xu Yin past the fifth watch.

"Ah...this...Is it a subrhyme?! The ending of each couplet is also those words!" Liu Tao was completely stunned: "You just came up with the elbow?"

"A real man, how can he say no?" Zhou Zhi squatted on the ground, raised his face and smiled innocently: "Even if today's people travel to the past, they may not be able to beat the ancients, right Brother Tao?"

"I knew you could do it!" Xiong Jiao patted Zhou Zhi excitedly: "Shu Yi, take a picture, take a picture, or it will be gone after a while!"

Jiang Shuyi smiled and said, "It's already been photographed."

Liu Tao shook Zhou Zhi's hand and said excitedly, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it, I would never believe it!"

"If I hadn't just discovered that these capitals are sub-rhyme poems, I wouldn't be able to inspire them." Zhou Zhi smiled modestly: "It's all inspired by Huang Shangu and Fan Shihu. I don't know how to write them..."

Wei Fei was more modest: "I don't even understand, elbow, can you explain..."

(End of this chapter)