Tiangong Qi Tan Zhi Shu Lake

On Yumen Mountain, the sun is clear and the snow is clear, and eagles and falcons are circling; below the mountain, the snow that fell last night has melted, revealing an endless sea of ​​golden sand.

A lizard was lying quietly on the yellow sand, and suddenly it propped up its body, looking around with its small black eyes, and saw a large boat of more than ten feet rushing out of the yellow sand reaching the sky, with its sails beating, Fast as the wind.

On the mast, a big flag flutters with the wind, with horizontal rows of yellow, blue and red on the right, and vertical rows of white characters embellished with black seal script "Shangfang" on the left.

Shafang is guarded by heavy armor, all of them are covered with iron armor and soft mirrors to protect their eyes. They are the iron armored army under the command of the virtuous king. .

The one who came was the Kunpeng Shafang.

This is a special means of transportation specially made by Shangfang Academy, with a square head, a square tail, and multiple masts and poles.

Said it was specially made for the academy, but Jiang Chuan had already heard of this kind of sand boat, which can travel thousands of miles a day with full sails.

At this moment, he was sitting in a corner, squinting his eyes, looking at it carefully.The sandboat is made of cast iron, and the mechanical sound from inside during operation indicates that it uses continuous working mechanical tools. The sails on the sandboat can be adjusted freely according to the direction of the wind, and then the wind drives the boat.The most unbelievable thing is that this sandboat sailed extremely steadily, and at such a fast speed, the tea on the table was not spilled at all. Looking at the deck, it was covered with Persian carpets, and the tables and chairs were made of cedar wood with a soft cover. blanket.

Jiang Chuan sighed in admiration, he never thought that there would be such a skilled craftsman, he should be regarded as a first-class craftsman among the craftsmen.

In the country of 瑨, craftsmen are divided into nine grades, the first grade is the highest, and the first grade is divided into four grades: family, teacher, craftsman, and worker.

If you are not a genius, you need ten years of hard work to go from a craftsman to a craftsman, and 20 years to go from a craftsman to a teacher. But the family is the top grade. There is only one person for thousands of years, and that is Mr. Mozi.

Jiang Chuan thought to himself, it's no wonder that the examination questions are all kinds of strange things. Just a sandboat has such superb skills, and this Shangfang Academy must also be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

He glanced at the students in the cabin again. This was the last batch of twenty or so people who arrived, all wearing uniforms of the academy.

After arriving at the post house yesterday, the waiter handed out uniform green robes and cloth caps.According to regulations, all students who enter school need to wear uniform college uniforms before they can board the ship. This morning, there were one or two disobedient dudes who didn't wear according to the regulations.

In the cabin, there is one seat per person, with melon and fruit tea.

These twenty or so people were shocked by the battle of the Iron Armored Army when they first boarded the ship, and they were polite and serious. They only relaxed now. They were whispering at first, and their voices became louder and louder.

Jiang Chuan didn't like excitement, so he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep. Suddenly, he heard a sound, someone pulled up a chair and sat across from him, and said in the tone of meeting an old friend, "Brother Jiang, we meet again."

You can tell who it is by the sound.

Jiang Chuan didn't speak, nor opened his eyes.

Fu Yu has always been familiar with himself, so he poured a cup of tea slowly and said, "Brother Jiang took a bamboo raft all the way to travel around the mountains and rivers, can you tell me anything interesting on the way?"

Jiang Chuan's heart skipped a beat: "I'm just a mere student from a poor family, but you, a nobleman in Beijing, miss you all the way."

Fu Yu chuckled, and said in a sincere tone: "The nobleman wanted to go with you, but you left in a hurry. The nobleman chased him to the river, and only then did he find out your whereabouts from the woodcutter. It's just Brother Jiang's habit. , is really extraordinary.”

Jiang Chuan said lightly: "I grew up in the waves, and I can't walk without water."

Fu Yu nodded and took a sip of tea: "Okay, if you don't want to talk about what you saw and heard during the trip, then I will tell you what I saw and heard during the trip?"

He didn't care whether Jiang Chuan was willing to listen or not, so he continued in one breath: "Do you still remember the imperial concubine's water I told you about? When I returned to the capital, I deliberately passed by Jiangnan and spent ten taels of water from Hua Ruyi's Ruyifang. Jin bought a bottle, I met this guy in the store, and guess what?"

"This person, who is almost in his prime, actually looks like a young girl. I heard that people who come to ask for relatives line up from the south of the city to the north of the city. Walking through the street, passing by her door, singing for her, showing her kindness. How do you think the virtuous king will feel if he sees this?"

Jiang Chuan pursed his lips.

"I guess, the old vinegar must be overturned, souring half of the capital, but it's a pity..." Fu Yu suddenly lowered his voice when he said this, and whispered in Jiang Chuan's ear, " You may not believe me, but I, King Daxie, formerly the leader of the 30 Iron Army, am actually a man who fears internal affairs."

After finishing speaking, he added: "As soon as I sent the imperial concubine's water in, I asked my servants to throw it out. It was Princess Xian who threw it. I just heard people say that he was afraid of internal affairs, but I still didn't believe it. I saw it with my own eyes, hahaha."

When Jiang Chuan heard him mention it in the maze, he expected that he had other plans in his heart, but he didn't expect it to be so boring.He was about to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of laughter from the side, and turned his head to look over.

There were three people sitting on the middle table, one of them was Hu Changjian who had known Qingzhou, and the other two, although they were also wearing green robes and cloth caps, looked like noble people.

A Zhilan Yushu, holding a folding fan in his hand, the fan is a picture of a lady's hairpin made by Zhao Feng, a "painter" in Beijing, and this fan alone is worth a hundred taels of gold.

The other one has a short stature and is very strong, with a jade belt around his waist, which is nephrite jade that can only be found in Beiliang.

Fu Yu was drinking tea, and introduced to him without anything to say: "See, the one with the folding fan in his hand, Han Mo, the son of the great writer Han Yu, who claims to be the most talented scholar in the capital, but is actually a senior minister in white." No. [-] is thick-skinned, not only lacking in talent and learning, but also always pretentious. He loves to go to the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion to listen to songs and laugh. His obscene words and sentences are about the love and hatred of some famous prostitutes. It's "Eighteen Touches."

Then he turned his attention to the other one: "Look at that one again, Cheng Nanjun, the son of the famous general Cheng Yao, this kid is a good material for martial arts, he has learned good kung fu at a young age, but his temper and temperament make people afraid Congratulations, the whole demon king of the world, with a little kung fu, is pretentious, brave and ruthless, and likes to challenge various sects, his door is surrounded by masters of various sects all day long, and he is so mad at his mother."

When it comes to Han Yu and Cheng Yao, no one in the country knows about them.

Han Yuxuan is a great poet in the literary circles of the country. His poems are superb, virtuous, and heaven and earth, and the realm of harmony between man and nature.And Cheng Yao, a fierce general, once led a thousand armored troops, annihilating nearly 10 foreign enemies, and won the whole army.

It's just that they didn't expect their descendants to be so ineffective, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, I heard Hu Changjian flattering those two people. It was obvious that he had been with the two for a few days, and he was very comfortable with flattering.

"...Looking around, the others are all dusty and mediocre, but the two are stars in the sky. They are not only descendants of famous families, but also people with real talents and practical learning."

Then Cheng Nanjun laughed loudly: "Wrong!"

Han Mo waved the folding fan cooperatively: "It's not the two of us, it should be the three of us. If the three of us are together, we will each have one end for literature, martial arts, and wealth."

Hu Changjian was very proud, clapped his hands and said, "Then the three of us are..."

"Emperor! Kingdom! Three! Younger!" Han Mo closed the fan and knocked on the table with one word.

After speaking, the three looked at each other and laughed loudly.

Jiang Chuan couldn't take it anymore and closed his eyes.

Fu Yu looked contemptuous, "Listen, there are such shameless people in the world who even use the word 'empire' on themselves, I'm afraid I, the founding emperor of Daxie, won't be able to hold back the coffin after hearing it .”

Jiang Chuan subconsciously said: "It seems that you want to meddle in this business?"

"No! I'm so kind-hearted, how can I care about such trivial matters?"

Kindhearted?I'm afraid it's not that he has misunderstood the word 'Zhaixinrenhou'.

Over there, the Third Young Master of the Empire was drinking tea to the full, and after putting down the cup, they started chatting again.

Hu Changjian said: "Have you heard? The prince and Taifu are also teaching and educating people in Shangfang Academy."

"Yeah." Han Mo glanced at his mouth, "What is a prince and a tutor? In the future, my achievements will definitely be higher than that sour old man."

"Shangfang Academy is the top school in the country, and entering it represents status." Cheng Nanjun said.

Hu Changjian squinted at Jiang Chuan: "When it comes to status, the two of you may not believe it, but there are fishermen who make a living with trash.