Chapter 124 The rainy season has arrived
Dark clouds covered the sky and the earth with a heavy blackness, and the lightning that tore the sky thundered in the ink-like sky, thunder rolled in, and then the rain poured down like a canopy. Neglect of duty and steal Looking at Chang'e, it's like the Tianhe River was cut open.
On the official road in the distance, a carriage covered with linoleum came swaying in the storm. The strong horse was turned into a buffalo by the rain, panting loudly. Rough, struggling on the muddy official road.
"Sir, the weather is less than three miles ahead. The wind and rain are too strong. Let's take a short rest and wait for the wind and rain to subside before we can continue our journey." The chariot-horse man wearing a straw hat turned around. asked into the car.
Perhaps the wind and rain are too noisy and the sound is too quiet.
There was silence in the car.
Che Ma Shi asked loudly again.
After a while, a lazy voice sounded out, as if it had just woken up. It was a young man, "Oh, yes, of course, Brother Zhao has decided."
The man driving the horse in a straw hat laughed when he heard this. Come on, he joked, "I really admire you, you can sleep well in this weather."
"The sound of wind and rain is so rhythmic that I can't help but fall asleep while listening to it." It's over." The naive voice in the carriage seemed to be a little embarrassed to explain.
"Young Master is joking, I can save what others can't do. In the past, Young Master always read in the car, but today the weather is so bad that he can't see clearly. Young Master can just rest, but Young Master can't sleep on such a day, but... I'm impressed." The man driving the horse stopped the carriage on the side of the road, put a straw reed mat on the strong horse, and talked to the young man in the carriage with a smile.
The horse driver felt pity for his horse, but he did not dare to drive the carriage into the woods to take shelter during a thunderstorm, so he had to park the carriage on the side of the road to get out of the way.
"Brother Zhao, come and take shelter from the rain."
The curtain of the carriage was lifted at a corner, and a slightly fat and naive boy stuck his head out and looked at the wind and rain outside. He said to the man standing outside the carriage with a posture that was connected to the sky and the earth.
You can recognize by the light of lightning that this slightly fat and naive boy is Zhu Pingan who came to Yingtian to take the exam.
The man driving the horse in a raincoat shook his head, "This and that will work, but I won't go in if I'm wet."
Zhu Ping'an, who slightly leaned out of the carriage, waved his hand carelessly, "No. Damn it, Brother Zhao Except for the raincoat coming in, I put all the luggage and books in the bag."
The horse driver hesitated, and then at Zhu Pingan's repeated request, he took off the raincoat and got into the carriage to rest for a while.
This carriage is also a coincidence. In ancient times, there were no direct carriages to everywhere like in modern times. In the Ming Dynasty, even carriages and horses could not say that there was a carriage to wherever you wanted to go. , this is when Zhu Ping'an happened to meet a horse driver who was going to Yingtian to pull goods. After a little negotiation, the horse driver happily gave Zhu Pingan a ride and only charged a small fare. In ancient times, under the constraints of ethics, there seemed to be more good people.
Yichuan Tobacco is popular all over the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.
Outside the carriage, the strong wind and heavy rain roared down. I was so energetic that it started raining sleeplessly. Zhu Pingan looked out through the car window and saw a world full of water, so he was even more impressed by Jiangnan Meiyu. In the past, it was only recorded in textbooks: In the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, there will be continuous cloudy and rainy weather in June and July every year. Since it is the ripening period of Jiangnan plums, it is called "Meiyu". This period is called "Meiyu". It is called the rainy season. Now Zhu Ping'an feels even more about the plum rain. He has been traveling for several days without seeing any sunshine.
From the morning until mid-afternoon, the wind and moon did not stop, but became slightly smaller. Brother Zhao, who was driving the horse, put on his raincoat again and drove the carriage along the official road.
The road was muddy and watery, and the carriage swayed unsteadily. Even ancient official roads cannot be compared with modern roads, even if they are shoddy construction projects.
After walking less than three miles for more than half an hour, which is now more than an hour, we arrived at Yingtian, which is now the city of Nanjing.
With just one glance after opening the carriage door curtain, Zhu Pingan was shocked by the majestic city of Nanjing.
Towering, majestic and majestic
The Yingtian City Wall is like a giant dragon winding and guarding Yingtian. It stretches as far as the eye can see and winds for dozens of kilometers. The city wall is newly built and looks renewed under the baptism of heavy rain. The Yingtian City Wall was only completed in the last years of Hongwu. This is the largest city wall Zhu Pingan has ever seen. It is more majestic than the Xi'an City Wall and is almost the largest city in the world. Of course, Shuntian (Beijing) should be the largest at this time. , but this does not affect Zhu Pingan's emotion.
Especially at this time, rainwater pours from the city to the city wall drainage outlet, and flows out through several protruding stone-carved faucets on the city wall. The water is abundant, and the water flowing out of the dragon's mouth is like a real dragon spitting water. He felt Zhu Pingan’s emotion.
At this time, outside the gate of Yingtian City, there were many pedestrians and vehicles coming and going even in this weather. There were also people who looked like scholars outside, holding paper umbrellas and lamenting "the dragon spits water" outside the city. Despite the pouring rain, he flourished in poetry and left behind excellent works, but suffered a lot from the servants of the book boy who held up an umbrella to protect the paper and ink.
Not long after entering Nanjing, the journey was delayed due to heavy rain. Brother Zhao, a horse driver, was in a hurry to buy goods, so he left Zhu Ping'an in front of an inn, apologized and drove the carriage. left.
Zhu Pingan stood outside the inn with his luggage on his back, waved to the departing carriage, and thanked him loudly.
"Hey, this is not Zhu Ping'an, the head of the case. I haven't seen him for several months. How come he is so fat?"
One of the scholars and students who watched the dragon spitting water from outside the city heard it. Zhu Pingan's voice felt familiar, so he looked up. It took him a few seconds to recognize Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Pingan really lived up to the title of a rice cook. He ate after not seeing each other for several months and became fat.
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan looked around and saw one person among a group of scholars who was surprised. Looking at himself, this person looks familiar, but he can't recognize who it is. He should be someone from the Jingxian Poetry Meeting or someone upstairs at Zuijun in Yingtian Mansion.
"How dare you call me the leader of the case? It's just a fluke. Eating fat, eh, my mother's craftsmanship makes people unable to control their mouths." Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands in the distance and said with a naive smile.
"Brother Zhu Xian is so humble." The man also bowed his hand.
After the man finished speaking, he whispered a few words to the scholar next to him. After a while, he looked at Zhu Pingan with some dissatisfaction or perhaps a bit of disdain.
"The wind is heavy and the rain is heavy. Brother Xian, you should go and rest first. Brother Yu will come to visit Brother Zhu Xian another day." The man cupped his hands and left with his comrades around him. (End of this chapter)