The Rise of the Cold Gate in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Chapter 130 Another Long March
It was already a day later to return to Wujin from Jurong Ferry.

In the evening, the water is full of water, and the green poplar trees are towering into the clouds. The location of Xijin Ferry can be identified from a distance. Due to the rising water level of Taihu Lake, the entire Dantu Waterway is very busy in spring, and the sunset is coming. , There is still an endless stream of ships queuing up to port.

When it was getting dark, the boat was leaning against Xiao's pier. Xu Miao threw away the loquat fruit in his hand, took a sip of river water, washed his hands, rinsed his mouth, spit it out, stretched his waist again, and spit it out. foul air.

It’s another long March, and the Tan Road in Dukoutong County is still busy at night, and the Qingming Festival is approaching. The fifth uncle and the eighth uncle traveled all over Wujin to integrate all the tea from the tea gardens into Xiao’s. Newly published last year It takes three years for the best tea plants to pick tea. There is no way.

The original small tea garden on Jinniu Mountain was guarded day and night. It is said that several catties of Mingqian tea had been handpicked to be sent to Jiankang. , The scent of clear tea drifts ten miles away, and the tea sent from various places is continuously processed and produced. In front of the thatched cottage, there are dozens of Xiao clan tribal guards guarding it.

Seeing this scene, Xu Miao looked into the distance and sighed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to drink tea from the hill this year."

Xiao Qinzhi said with a smile: "On the small tea garden on the hill, old man Cui and old Taoist Qian have been jealous for a long time, and the two of them will not let it go if they are close to the water. Got it."

Xu Miao stopped, frowned, looked at the Jinniu Mountain tea plantation buried in the night, and there were torches patrolling it from time to time, he said puzzledly, "It's just that little, isn't it Jiankang?"

Qing tea has only been out for a year, and most of the famous people in Jiankang only hear its name and don’t taste its taste. They can’t tell the difference between the past and the future. Therefore, Xiao Qinzhi sneered: “What they drink is tea. Is it?"

Xu Miao tilted his head and asked, "Isn't it?"

"Xie Anshi, Wang Youjun, Xie Cishi, Lu Shijun, Xu Xun, Zhi Daolin and others have just drank."

Xu Miao understood, and said with a smirk: "Hey~Brother Qin, you must not spread your words, otherwise, those people in Da Situ (Sima Yu)'s mansion alone will not be able to get around you."

"You don't say it, I don't say it, who knows?"

At the gate of Xiao's Manor, there were many carts parked, and people came and went, like a vegetable market, all of which were blocked by the gatehouse. Xu Miao and Xiao Qinzhi looked at each other, very puzzled. Monroe sparrow.

The two of them entered the village from the small gate, called a servant, and after asking about the situation, they found out that these were merchants from Wu Jun who came to buy green tea. Xu Miao whispered: "Brother Qin, you said Yunlong Is the boy here?"

Memories about Zhao Yunlong came out of Xiao Qinzhi's mind. He was a shrewd and discerning man. After Xiao Qinzhi left Wujun, the Zhao family's market had moved to Wuxi, including several commercial firms. , forming an industrial chain based on green tea.

"I would like to ask if brother Yunfei is here? I haven't seen you for a long time, and he didn't come to Bei Yaji either." Xiao Qinzhi said.

Speaking of this, both of them sighed, some things, some people, they walked together, gradually fell behind and disappeared. In fact, when Zhao Yunfei was in Wu Jun, she supported Xiao Qinzhi in private. Otherwise, how could Zhao Yunlong have such confidence to go home and ask for money!

"I'll go to the east building to look for it. If he comes, after they finish talking, I'll take him to the west building to find you." Xu Miao said, there is always a difference between scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen, and this is engraved in the bones.

"Let's go to the lake, it's nothing." Xiao Qinzhi said, "Come back early, I'll let someone prepare the meals."

Fengqi Lake has undergone earth-shaking changes within a year, and I can't feel it during the day, but the contrast is particularly strong at night. Xiao Qinzhi walked from the rocky path behind the burned ancestral hall to the back mountain, standing half On the mountainside, Fengqi Lake at night seems to be covered with a layer of firefly candlelight. The embankment on the east side of the lake is playing a song of lights and singing. Xinting", "Qinglou" and "Booklou".
Since the Xiao family returned to the gentry last year, the whole Zhuangzi has changed in an instant. The development speed is amazing. Chushi County
One thing after another was completed in a very short period of time, which allowed Xiao to gain a firm foothold in Wujin. The entire poor family in Wujin was attracted to Xiao, and Xiao relying on the "Alliance of Five Surnames" The clan was the head, so the five counties of Jinling were tightly kneaded together. This is the horror of the gentry.

It is no exaggeration to say that if war strikes, these five families can easily gather an army of more than [-] people, relying on the fortifications of the natural dangers of the Yangtze River and the Dantu Waterway, to fight fiercely with the incoming enemy in the Jiangnan water town.

From this, imagine the whole world, south of the Yangtze River, how many gentry unions like Jinling's "Five Surnames Alliance" are there. They are the basic board of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. .

Xiao Qinzhi found a bluestone step on the hillside and sat down. He couldn't help thinking that the Sima family was the first emperor, and he was too aggrieved. So, with the background of the Sima family, he had to lament the greatness of Emperor Qin, Han and Wu. Tang Zong Mingzu's boldness, and the pioneering actions of the great men of later generations.

"You bastard, what are you thinking? You don't even know the old man is here." At some point, Cui Laitou walked up from the mountainside with a cane on his head.

"Old man, when did you use the crutches?" Xiao Qinzhi wondered, he still remembered that at this time last year, Cui Laitou rushed up to the small Taoist temple with vigorous strides, and wanted to kick the gate of Qianlao Tao.

"Don't come help me, you bastard!" Cui old man cursed, and slammed his crutches on the ground with a loud sound.

"Hee hee, here we come, here we come." Xiao Qinzhi hurried down the mountain and supported old man Cui's right hand.

Old man Cui walked up the mountain slowly, one step at a time, not in a hurry, and when he got to the place where Xiao Qinzhi was sitting, he pointed to Fengqi Lake at the foot of the mountain and asked: "Boy, I ask you, can you see this scene?" What do you think?"

"Last year there was only one school, alone by the lake. Compared with last year, this year is undoubtedly an earth-shaking change." Xiao Qinzhi said calmly.

"Huh~" Old man Cui disdained, stared blankly for a long time, and then sighed: "Your vision is higher than that of your second uncle. At your age, it is already good, but it is far from enough. Your Xiao is Lighting up the entire Fengqi Lake is not as good as a corner of Hualin Garden. It's a pity that the old man can't move, otherwise why would he die of old age by the Fengqi Lake."

Old man Cui was silent for a while, then turned his head slowly, and continued to walk up the mountain, Xiao Qinzhi worried: "It's so late, are you still going up the mountain?"

"Your second uncle can only stand by the lake and watch. You are standing halfway up the mountain. Obviously there is an immortal platform on the top of the mountain, but you can see the north and south winds and clouds at a glance. You don't know how to stand on a high place to see the whole situation."

Xiao Qinzhi has no temper for this loss, but he also knows that old man Cui is by no means a random person, he has nothing to do at night, and he must have something to say when he goes to the top of the mountain to have a wind.

One old and one young walked slowly towards the Immortal Terrace on the top of the mountain without making a sound. Passing by the Taoist temple, there were no lights. It seemed that Qian Laodao had not returned from Luofu Mountain, and it took a long time to reach the Immortal Terrace.

Old man Cui took out a piece of silk cloth from his body, spread it on the ground, faced north, sat down tremblingly, like a statue, did not make a sound for a long time, just watched, quietly
The moon on this spring night is rounder again, and the wind on the top of the mountain is a lot stronger. The fragrance of spring will not be stingy because of the night. hope.

"Boy, where did you see it?" Old Man Cui asked.

Staring at the north, Xiao Qinzhi quickly passed over the top of Fengqi Lake, followed the Dantu waterway, arrived at Qu'a, then Dantu, and finally reached the "Suanshan Ferry" at the foot of Beigu Mountain, looking at the "Guazhou Island" on the other side. ferry".

(End of this chapter)