Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

October [-], partly sunny and partly cloudy.

It is suitable to visit friends and offer sacrifices.

These are all nonsense, the point is, this day is a holiday.

Shanxiong opened the way, Lei Qi and other five Fanghe waited around, and incense, paper money, joss sticks and other things were piled up on the carriage.

Military officer Tu Qianli, dressed in plain uniform, stood at the head of Sanzhao Village, intending to lure Fan Zheng into the village, but he couldn't help being taken aback when he saw the things on the carriage.

"Sir, this is..."

Fan Zheng said lightly: "Since we have arrived at Fengqiyuan, why don't we pay homage to Kunzhong Yan, a former sage of Wannian County? Master Yan Kunzhong, a master of Confucian scholars, I have also been instructed, so it is impolite not to worship up to this point."

Tu Qianli led Fan Zheng towards Yan's tombs, but he was overjoyed.

Human death is like a lamp being extinguished, even though all kinds of wind and rain are blown away, Fan Zheng can remember Yan Shigu's kindness, it is really not easy.

Such a person values ​​affection, coaxes them well, and can get help in the future.

The tombs of Yan Shigu and Yan Xiangshi are not far from each other. Fan Zheng offered incense and burned paper money one by one.

No way, Fan Zheng has no experience in this field, and his family can't even find a place to offer incense to the ancestors.

"Secretary, don't worry, the Yan family has a long history, and it will go down in peace."

"As for the younger generation, I arranged a marriage with the Yan family for my elder brother with a different surname, so it's more or less related. You old man can take care of you when you have time."

Well, now that the rank has risen, Fan Zheng no longer calls himself a junior official, but instead calls himself a junior. The reality is tight.

A tomb guard from the Yan family came over to salute with crossed hands: "It's rare to see officials."

This is to ask Fan Zheng's origin, otherwise how can he explain to the Patriarch?
I'm afraid I won't be scolded by the patriarch Yan Yangting for being impolite!

In the Yan family, life and death are not important matters, but a faux pas is the sky falling.

No way, after the Great Confucianism, the Wenlin family must first consider etiquette in every move.

Fan Zheng returned the gift: "Fan Zheng from Dunhua Square, Wannian County, was once blessed by Master Yan Gongshi Gu Kunzhong, and now he is visiting friends in Sanzhao Village.

It's kind of rude to come in without saying hello.

The tomb guard stood with his arms crossed: "Lang Jun is very righteous."

After Yan Shigu was buried, there were only a handful of people with foreign surnames who came to worship him, let alone the relatively restrained Yan Xiangshi.

Judging by Fan Zheng's demeanor, although he is wearing ordinary clothes, he is still a master.

Since the existence of Sanzhao Village, there have been many tomb guards since the Han Dynasty, and the proportion of farming output is slightly lower.

"The social fires in Chang'an City, there are several places where people from Sanzhao Village are specially invited, and they are also a kind of business."

"Then there are pasted lanterns. Ninety percent of the lanterns floating in the rivers and canals in the first day came from Sanzhao Village. Women, children, old and young all use this to earn some meat money."

Tu Qianli spoke eloquently.

Fan Zheng smiled: "Why do you hear that the servant is so dear to Sanzhao Village?"

Tu Qianli waved his hands: "I'm ashamed to say that the lower officials are from Sanzhao Village, and the upper officials are from the township party."

Fan Zheng couldn't help laughing.

The word Xiangdang has the taste of forming a party for personal gain, but without the help of the Xiangdang, it is easy to be criticized in official circles.

"This shows that my Wannian County is outstanding!"

Fan Zheng spoke boldly, regardless of the fact that Wannian County has a large population.

If there are too many people, there will always be a few characters.

Even if the distribution is averaged, it may not be much better than other places.

Turning and turning, and stepping on several puddles of hot cow dung, Fan Zheng walked to a dilapidated house.

The earth wall was half missing, and a few urchins rode on it, sticking out their tongues, making faces, and reciting songs.

"Blind people are blind, they are beaten with sticks."

"The lame man is lame, it's strange."

"One arm is disabled, and the lanterns can't be finished."

These three sentences are bad enough, but they fully describe the miserable appearance of more than twenty officials in the courtyard.

Tu Qianli was furious: "Da Gouzi, believe it or not, I beat you!"

The children made funny faces and jumped off the wall and ran away, jumping around for a while.

In the courtyard, a one-armed man laughed: "Why do you bother to be as knowledgeable as babies? We are working as hard as we can to make babies live freely?"

Tu Qianli kept his face sullen and did not speak, but he had already made up his mind, and when he turned around, he would let Li Zheng severely reprimand these men and women.

If the children of these families can't eat fried pork with bamboo shoots, they must be dereliction of duty!

The warriors who fight for the country are respected even if they are officials, how about grassroots like you?

For this reason, Tu Qianli is not afraid to use his official authority in front of his elders!
When the one-armed man saw Fan Zheng, he was slightly surprised: "Which official is here? Forgive me for my incomplete body, so I can't fully salute."

Fan Zheng nodded: "My official Yongzhou don't drive Fan Zheng, you don't need to be too polite. Let's hear from Tu Langzhong that you are physically damaged and cannot do heavy work, and it is difficult to make a living by pasting lanterns."

"Although the Yamen in Yongzhou is not big, it is still possible to raise a few warriors."

The one-armed man raised his hand: "The remaining people, thank you for your kindness. But, how can you bear the government's money and food for useless people like me?"

To be precise, their life is just sad, not so bad that they cannot make ends meet.

His own Yongye land and the Yongye land exchanged for military merits are leased to others for cultivation. Although the income is much less, it is better than nothing.

The reason they came to Sanzhao Village was because of the easy work of lanterns, they could do it with ease.

As for the others, they also gave up. You can't point at the cripple to dance with others, can you?

As far as their physical condition is concerned, Fan Zheng's original idea of ​​letting them live in a mausoleum has completely come to nothing.

The work of Linghu can be easy, but the necessary walking and simple labor must be done, and they will not be able to do it.

They refused to accept some help that was too merciful, saying that they felt guilty, and no matter how incomplete they were, they were better than those who died in battle.

To put it bluntly, there is arrogance in the heart and arrogance in the body.

Fan Zheng sat on the creaking chair, looking at the not-so-well-made lanterns.

There are folk tales, ancient legends, Taoist and Buddhist allusions...

Taoist allusions!

"Can you make all the Taoist and Buddha story lanterns?" Fan Zheng asked.
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On November [-]nd, Xiaoxue.

In winter in Chang'an, it is colder when it snows, and even colder when it melts.

Even in this weather, people of all colors still have to cheer up and do what they have to do.

All temples and temples still opened their gates wide, and the masters of temples and temples braved the wind and snow and walked towards Guangdefang, Chang'an County.

The master of Daxingshan Temple, Wu Kun, has a dignified appearance on his face, but he has long been cursing in his heart.

Yongzhou will torment Fangwai people, it's snowing, I don't know that it will be cold with a bald head!
Even the Pilu hat can't completely block the cold!
No matter what, Yongzhou Gongcao is stuck on Fang Wai's lifeblood, dare not show face, Bingguang Temple Juewu, Chongyi Temple Haiguang showed their own words, do you believe it or not?

In Wu Kun's heart, he was resistant to Yongzhou, but his arms couldn't twist his thighs.

Why did those in front who deserved to fall forever push Fan Zheng to Xuandu Temple!
Last time, relying on Maha Prajna, Wu Kun led the Daxingshan Temple to avoid catastrophe. Whether he can survive this time, he has no idea.

Think it's the Buddha cutting meat to feed eagles?

Amitabha, when the Buddha cut his flesh, was his state of mind similar to that of a poor monk?
For a moment, Wu Kun's face was full of compassion. (end of this chapter)