Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 142 I want to fly higher
February [-]th, Spring Society.

Fan Zheng's donkey cart carried Tie Xiaozhuang and his handicrafts from Aye.

Sun Jiu drove, Fan Zheng, Lu Yisheng, and Tie Dazhuang walked northward, passed Dongshi, turned right at Chunming Gate, continued northward, crossed Longshou East Canal, Longshou West Canal, and arrived at Longshouyuan.

Longshou was originally thirty miles long from east to west, one to three miles wide from north to south, reaching Tang Chang'an City in the south and Han Chang'an City in the north, separated by two Chang'an cities.

The original slope of Longshou at this time was steeper than that of later generations. According to Fan Zheng's estimation, it was roughly forty to fifty degrees.

The tentacles at the southern end of Longshouyuan are not far from Taiji Palace. Under the banner of Ayexiu Palace, Li Shimin built the Daming Palace, which was half-built and then stopped. It is located on Longshouyuan. .

Sanjiu refers to the ninth, nineteenth, and 29th days of the first day.

In short, the emperor's private shooting range.

In the eighth year of Zhenguan, Ma Zhou, who was the censor at the time, asked to build a new palace for the elderly Supreme Emperor Li Yuan, and named it Yong'an Palace. In the ninth year of Zhenguan, it was changed to Daming Palace.

As a result, after about half a year of repairs, the Supreme Emperor died, and the project became unfinished.

The strange knowledge has increased again. It turns out that Li Shimin also made a mess?
Unfinished is unfinished, that area is still not accessible to ordinary people.

On the slope next to the unfinished building of Daming Palace, Fan Zheng got into the original version of the glider. A fixed rope was tied to his body, and he grabbed the handrail with both hands.

A glider weighing more than four catties is really not heavy.

Regardless of Fan Zheng's strong protest, Sun Jiu tied a thick rope to the vine bone.

Are you kidding me, if Fan Zheng wants to do something good, Sun Jiu will lose his job.

The days just started to be interesting, Wei Wuji was faintly moved, and Sun Jiu still wanted to spend a few more years.

Tie Dazhuang checked in detail, the two wings were fine, the movable tail was fine, the stitching of the curved linen and the curved bone was strong enough, and he nodded to let Lu Yisheng loosen the rope he was pulling with all his strength before.

When the wind picked up, Fan Zheng held onto the handrails and ran his feet down the ground. The buoyancy on the curved surface was getting stronger and stronger, and he suddenly rose from the ground and floated in the air.

"It's amazing! I want to fly too!"

Tie Xiaozhuang waved his fist and stomped his feet, his face was flushed, and his eyes were full of obsession.

Feitian, isn't this something only birds and gods can do?
Tie Xiaozhuang didn't know that there was such a magical species as Birdman in this world.

The moment he left the ground just now, Fan Zheng still panicked instinctively, and trembled regardless of his will.

However, as the glider gradually flew steadily, Fan Zheng calmed down naturally and sang two songs against the wind.

"Blow, blow, my pride and indulgence..."

"I want to fly higher, fly higher... ouch."

I can't go on anymore, I'm upset.

It's not that the wind is not strong enough, nor is it a problem with the gliding skills for beginners, it's the bondage of the rope!
This height is only about one foot, poor!
Sun Jiu, you old bastard, restrain Yeye to realize your dreams!
Sun Jiu and the others on the ground looked up at Fan Zheng who was floating in front of him, and the hands holding the rope were almost sweating.

The same is true for the supervisory censor, you have a high position and authority, how safe it is to try another death row prisoner.

There is absolutely no problem with the use of words. For this group of people, the supervisory censors on the eighth rank are all existences that need to be looked up to.

Sun Jiu's complexion suddenly changed: "Not good! The southeast wind is blowing! Take the rope!"

Even Tie Xiaozhuang, including Tie Xiaozhuang, exerted all his strength to hold the rope, and Tie Dazhuang's face was even more swollen and purple.

What is the real problem? Tie Dazhuang is the most responsible. Who made the glider?

The sudden change in wind direction is also a big test for novices.

Flying downwards, using the wind and self-weight to move forward, is gliding.

The wind is strong enough to fly upwards, that is called soaring.

If the glider is allowed to turn, it is not difficult to adjust, but with Tie Dazhuang and the others pulling the rope, it will be a disaster scene.

Air crash!

The wings of the plane were blown by the wind, and the vine bones were pulled by Tie Dazhuang and the others. They immediately lost their balance. The right wing was high and the left wing was low. The branch took up the momentum, but stopped Fan Zheng.

However, the branch hurt my ribs, it hurts!

The gap is not too big, but it is too shameless.

"Supervision Censor, we are here to save you!"

Lu Yisheng and the others rushed over screaming.

With a sound of "click", the branch broke, and Fan Zheng fell to the ground with his buttocks, splashing the loess all over his body, in a panic.

"Who is harming my family's tree? I'm so unconscionable, this is a beef heart persimmon that I managed to get from Yulu County!"

The woman with a big shoulder and a round waist roared with a dung fork.

"Shut up!" Fan Zheng pointed at the woman. "Lu Yisheng, give me the money!"

The farmer's wife immediately threw down the dung fork and smiled broadly: "Hey, the officials are messing with it casually, even if it is killed, it doesn't matter!"

It's that realistic.

The word Guanren is equivalent to Guanye in Datang, and has nothing to do with those weird videotapes.

Even, in "Zhenguan Law", the collective term for officials is also officials.

……

At the Jiang’s Medicine Store in Dongshi, the old doctor I met before checked Fan Zheng. He was slightly sprained and contused. The broken beef heart persimmon branch on his face was punctured a little. Just some powder.

Tie Dazhuang blamed himself: "It's all my fault, the things I made were not good, and the inspector was injured!"

Fan Zheng waved his hand indifferently: "It's a big deal, which new guy comes out and doesn't have to pay some tuition fees? Besides, the things are still pretty good, it's just that you guys are a little bit anxious to close the rope, and I don't have enough experience to make this happen. Appearance. Go back and think about what to do, I think the linen cloth on the fan surface is leaking air, should we change the tarpaulin, and the vine bone can also adjust its shape."

Tie Xiaozhuang nodded: "Aye, I think we can catch that old raven in the workshop and see what its wings look like. Uncle, let me go up next time."

Tie Dazhuang glanced at Wa'er, but said nothing.

If Tie Xiaozhuang is willing to play, he has nothing to say;
If he was a vanguard for Fan Zheng, he would inevitably be a little bit worried.

Fan Zheng took a sip: "Go read your book! Have you written regular script? Have you practiced your abacus? Have you practiced your archery? Have you learned how to graft persimmon trees?"

This series of questions made Tie Xiaozhuang cover his heart, expressing his unwillingness to talk to Fan Zheng.

Sun Jiu muttered: "Don't you know how heavy the tarpaulin with tung oil is?"

Spread tarpaulin on the fan surface, how strong the wind will be to blow it up!
Back in Dunhuafang, Zhen Bang, who came back from Kanchun Club, exclaimed, "Uncle is injured!"

Aunt Fan came over, looked up and down, and said happily: "It's okay, there is no missing arms or legs, skin trauma. Besides, the lady has already married and returned home, so it doesn't matter if she loses her appearance."

There was cheerful laughter in the workshop.

In the courtyard, seeing Fan Zheng's distressed appearance, Du Shengxia's eyes were faintly moist.

On the eighth day of February, Fan Laoshi had already questioned Lu Yisheng, knowing that Fan Zheng had been wrongly blamed that day, but who would be able to embarrass himself?

The Cold War has continued to this day.

(End of this chapter)