Chapter 2151
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I was a little surprised to look at the caller ID again, and found that it was Wu Laodu.
"Sorry, old Wu." I was sorry and said, "I thought it was Pockmarked Li. Listen to your voice, your spirit is really enough. It's much better than before! "
"Ha ha, yes, yes!" Wu Laochou said with a bad smile: "it's not thanks to you. Since you pulled me back from the ghost gate, my health has been better and better day by day. Now not only don't cough, even years of old cold legs are good! I can't stay in the room. I go out for a walk every day. By the way, don't you want to know where that fan is painted? I found it for you. "
"Ah? You found it. " I am very glad to say: "old Wu, you are really timely rain, every time I have no clue, you can help me to find clues step by step."
"That's your luck, too!" "When you sent me a message, I was watching people play chess in the park," Wu said. My eyes are not very good. I can't see the picture very well. When I was searching for my glasses, an old brother came over and asked me with great interest where the picture came from. "
"Just talk with him. Before he retired, he was an old professor of architecture, specializing in ancient architecture. As soon as I see that you are in a hurry to find the answer, and this meets the expert again, I will pass it to him. "
"At a glance, he could see that this was the street view of the early Tang Dynasty, and that it was definitely the Xiangtan area. He had seen this picture when he was young, but he couldn't remember it for a while! However, he has a special hobby, which is photography. He takes photos of all the ancient buildings he has seen, including drawings and paintings. He not only saw this picture, but also studied the source structure carefully. It's just a long time ago, some of them can't remember clearly, so I begged him to look for them. "
"The old brother took me home to search. Good guy, all their houses are full of bookshelves. There are all kinds of data and image atlas on them. We searched for them for more than ten days, and then we found the same picture. "
"He said that this was what he saw from an ancient fan in Panjiayuan, Beijing. He liked the picture but couldn't afford a fan, so he took a picture and came back. After careful study, he said it was Leiyang County, Hunan Province, and wrote it on the back of the photo. "
"Leiyang, Hunan." I read it again, and suddenly I thought of something. I thanked him repeatedly: "old Wu, you have helped me a lot! Thank you very much. "
"What's the name? You saved my life. Thank you! Well, you should be busy first. Come to Xi'an and have a walk when you are free. Let's get together again. "
"Definitely! Take care of yourself. "
Put down the phone, I ran directly into the study and turned on the computer.
On the search page, I typed three keywords: "Tang Dynasty", "beef", "Leiyang".
The first sentence on the search page immediately came into view: did Du Fu, the great poet of Tang Dynasty, eat beef to death?
It's said that Du Fu, a great poet, was poor in his old age. When he was passing by Leiyang County in Hengzhou by boat, the local magistrate admired his talent very much and wanted to get a piece of calligraphy. Su knew that Du Fu liked beef very much, so he prepared dozens of plates of roast beef. Du Fu had not eaten for several days. Seeing the beef, he couldn't help it for a while, but he survived.
Although it's not said above, whether the county magistrate asked him to lift the words on the fan, and whether he could succeed in the end.
But I'm sure that the spirit on this white paper fan is Du Fu!
That drop of thick ink on the paper fan must have been the one he dropped when he lifted his pen for the last time.
Du Fu's poems are the epitome of social phenomenon. He is known as the greatest realist poet and the sage of poetry.
But his life was full of calamities.
He is brilliant, but because of the difficulties of Li Linfu, the treacherous minister, he has been excluded. When he joined the army, his youngest son was able to starve to death. Later, he was captured by the rebels, which shows how miserable he was.
Although he is ill fated, he can always cherish the world and never forget the world!
Three officials and three departures, five hundred words of chanting and so on, and so on, are just words of blood and tears, which really show the sufferings of thousands of people in the Tang Dynasty. But he could not escape such a fate. He was starved to death.
A generation of poetry saints, dead face is so embarrassed!
After staring at the white paper fan for a long time, I copied the phone.
"Pockmarks."
"What? Have you figured it out? " "Shall I spread the news now?" asked Pockmarked Li with a smile
I'm not in the mood to argue with him. I'm going to set up a thousand cattle feast. Please go and ask some senior chefs to arrange it
As soon as Pockmarked Li listened to my gloomy and serious tone, he immediately stopped joking. He didn't even ask the reason. He just said "yes" and hung up.
Three days later, hundreds of long tables lined up along the river.
There are ten big plates on each table, all of which are top-grade dishes made by the best chefs in Wuhan, or barbecue, or fried, or stir fried, or soup, but all of the ingredients are beef.I stood in front of a roasted whole cow, holding a white paper fan in both hands, talking.
A cloud of black smoke wafted out, circled the table, and swooped on it.
With the flow of the black smoke, pieces of beef disappeared, and big plates were licked clean. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of tables were empty, even the whole roasted cow in front of me had only a pair of empty skeletons.
The black smoke gradually became clear and turned into a thin old man with short beard, but the stomach was high.
With one hand touching his stomach, he belched with great satisfaction, and then smiled at me. He bowed slowly and respectfully, and the wind disappeared.
Du Fu's spirit was finally freed.
May you live forever and never again in poverty!
Click!
There was a sullen thunder in the sky, and then the drizzle as thin as ox hair spread over the sky, just like a thin curtain like cicada wings was covered between the heaven and the earth.
I quickly put away the paper fan. At this time, it was found that the ink on the paper fan also disappeared and became a few lines of dragon turn snake dance poetry.
It's just that the handwriting is too scrawly, and it's raining in the sky. I can't bear to look at it carefully. Some of them are vague and don't really recognize it. I don't know. Is this what Du Fu was going to leave to the county magistrate who was kind enough to entertain him, or to me?
Du Fu is a poet of his generation. All his words and sentences are the common property of the whole Chinese people. Moreover, this is his masterpiece, which is even rarer and rarer. I can't be greedy for myself, so I asked someone to donate this paper fan to the National Museum.
When I think about it, this white paper fan is a gift from Lina. I just don't know what she has prepared for me.
I always remember the safety of Han Laoliu and Caiyun, but I didn't get any news.
Recently, I can't even get in touch with the first day of the new year. I am more anxious, but I have no way.
After a few days of "isolation from the world, thank you for not seeing the guests", those with all kinds of thoughts, who want to find me are also cut off.
I finally got back a little clean.
That night, I went back to the shop.
Just studying Yin Fu Jing, the shop door suddenly opened without wind, and a figure came in with his hands on his back and a smile.
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I was a little surprised to look at the caller ID again, and found that it was Wu Laodu.
"Sorry, old Wu." I was sorry and said, "I thought it was Pockmarked Li. Listen to your voice, your spirit is really enough. It's much better than before! "
"Ha ha, yes, yes!" Wu Laochou said with a bad smile: "it's not thanks to you. Since you pulled me back from the ghost gate, my health has been better and better day by day. Now not only don't cough, even years of old cold legs are good! I can't stay in the room. I go out for a walk every day. By the way, don't you want to know where that fan is painted? I found it for you. "
"Ah? You found it. " I am very glad to say: "old Wu, you are really timely rain, every time I have no clue, you can help me to find clues step by step."
"That's your luck, too!" "When you sent me a message, I was watching people play chess in the park," Wu said. My eyes are not very good. I can't see the picture very well. When I was searching for my glasses, an old brother came over and asked me with great interest where the picture came from. "
"Just talk with him. Before he retired, he was an old professor of architecture, specializing in ancient architecture. As soon as I see that you are in a hurry to find the answer, and this meets the expert again, I will pass it to him. "
"At a glance, he could see that this was the street view of the early Tang Dynasty, and that it was definitely the Xiangtan area. He had seen this picture when he was young, but he couldn't remember it for a while! However, he has a special hobby, which is photography. He takes photos of all the ancient buildings he has seen, including drawings and paintings. He not only saw this picture, but also studied the source structure carefully. It's just a long time ago, some of them can't remember clearly, so I begged him to look for them. "
"The old brother took me home to search. Good guy, all their houses are full of bookshelves. There are all kinds of data and image atlas on them. We searched for them for more than ten days, and then we found the same picture. "
"He said that this was what he saw from an ancient fan in Panjiayuan, Beijing. He liked the picture but couldn't afford a fan, so he took a picture and came back. After careful study, he said it was Leiyang County, Hunan Province, and wrote it on the back of the photo. "
"Leiyang, Hunan." I read it again, and suddenly I thought of something. I thanked him repeatedly: "old Wu, you have helped me a lot! Thank you very much. "
"What's the name? You saved my life. Thank you! Well, you should be busy first. Come to Xi'an and have a walk when you are free. Let's get together again. "
"Definitely! Take care of yourself. "
Put down the phone, I ran directly into the study and turned on the computer.
On the search page, I typed three keywords: "Tang Dynasty", "beef", "Leiyang".
The first sentence on the search page immediately came into view: did Du Fu, the great poet of Tang Dynasty, eat beef to death?
It's said that Du Fu, a great poet, was poor in his old age. When he was passing by Leiyang County in Hengzhou by boat, the local magistrate admired his talent very much and wanted to get a piece of calligraphy. Su knew that Du Fu liked beef very much, so he prepared dozens of plates of roast beef. Du Fu had not eaten for several days. Seeing the beef, he couldn't help it for a while, but he survived.
Although it's not said above, whether the county magistrate asked him to lift the words on the fan, and whether he could succeed in the end.
But I'm sure that the spirit on this white paper fan is Du Fu!
That drop of thick ink on the paper fan must have been the one he dropped when he lifted his pen for the last time.
Du Fu's poems are the epitome of social phenomenon. He is known as the greatest realist poet and the sage of poetry.
But his life was full of calamities.
He is brilliant, but because of the difficulties of Li Linfu, the treacherous minister, he has been excluded. When he joined the army, his youngest son was able to starve to death. Later, he was captured by the rebels, which shows how miserable he was.
Although he is ill fated, he can always cherish the world and never forget the world!
Three officials and three departures, five hundred words of chanting and so on, and so on, are just words of blood and tears, which really show the sufferings of thousands of people in the Tang Dynasty. But he could not escape such a fate. He was starved to death.
A generation of poetry saints, dead face is so embarrassed!
After staring at the white paper fan for a long time, I copied the phone.
"Pockmarks."
"What? Have you figured it out? " "Shall I spread the news now?" asked Pockmarked Li with a smile
I'm not in the mood to argue with him. I'm going to set up a thousand cattle feast. Please go and ask some senior chefs to arrange it
As soon as Pockmarked Li listened to my gloomy and serious tone, he immediately stopped joking. He didn't even ask the reason. He just said "yes" and hung up.
Three days later, hundreds of long tables lined up along the river.
There are ten big plates on each table, all of which are top-grade dishes made by the best chefs in Wuhan, or barbecue, or fried, or stir fried, or soup, but all of the ingredients are beef.I stood in front of a roasted whole cow, holding a white paper fan in both hands, talking.
A cloud of black smoke wafted out, circled the table, and swooped on it.
With the flow of the black smoke, pieces of beef disappeared, and big plates were licked clean. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of tables were empty, even the whole roasted cow in front of me had only a pair of empty skeletons.
The black smoke gradually became clear and turned into a thin old man with short beard, but the stomach was high.
With one hand touching his stomach, he belched with great satisfaction, and then smiled at me. He bowed slowly and respectfully, and the wind disappeared.
Du Fu's spirit was finally freed.
May you live forever and never again in poverty!
Click!
There was a sullen thunder in the sky, and then the drizzle as thin as ox hair spread over the sky, just like a thin curtain like cicada wings was covered between the heaven and the earth.
I quickly put away the paper fan. At this time, it was found that the ink on the paper fan also disappeared and became a few lines of dragon turn snake dance poetry.
It's just that the handwriting is too scrawly, and it's raining in the sky. I can't bear to look at it carefully. Some of them are vague and don't really recognize it. I don't know. Is this what Du Fu was going to leave to the county magistrate who was kind enough to entertain him, or to me?
Du Fu is a poet of his generation. All his words and sentences are the common property of the whole Chinese people. Moreover, this is his masterpiece, which is even rarer and rarer. I can't be greedy for myself, so I asked someone to donate this paper fan to the National Museum.
When I think about it, this white paper fan is a gift from Lina. I just don't know what she has prepared for me.
I always remember the safety of Han Laoliu and Caiyun, but I didn't get any news.
Recently, I can't even get in touch with the first day of the new year. I am more anxious, but I have no way.
After a few days of "isolation from the world, thank you for not seeing the guests", those with all kinds of thoughts, who want to find me are also cut off.
I finally got back a little clean.
That night, I went back to the shop.
Just studying Yin Fu Jing, the shop door suddenly opened without wind, and a figure came in with his hands on his back and a smile.
I was a little surprised to look at the caller ID again, and found that it was Wu Laodu. "Sorry, old Wu." I was sorry and said, "I thought it was Pockmarked Li. Listen to your voice, your spirit is really enough. It's much better than before! " "Ha ha, yes, yes!" Wu Laochou said with a bad smile: "it's not thanks to you. Since you pulled me back from the ghost gate, my health has been better and better day by day. Now not only don't cough, even years of old cold legs are good! I can't stay in the room. I go out for a walk every day. By the way, don't you want to know where that fan is painted? I found it for you. " "Ah? You found it. " I am very glad to say: "old Wu, you are really timely rain, every time I have no clue, you can help me to find clues step by step." "That's your luck, too!" "When you sent me a message, I was watching people play chess in the park," Wu said. My eyes are not very good. I can't see the picture very well. When I was searching for my glasses, an old brother came over and asked me with great interest where the picture came from. " "Just talk with him. Before he retired, he was an old professor of architecture, specializing in ancient architecture. As soon as I see that you are in a hurry to find the answer, and this meets the expert again, I will pass it to him. " "At a glance, he could see that this was the street view of the early Tang Dynasty, and that it was definitely the Xiangtan area. He had seen this picture when he was young, but he couldn't remember it for a while! However, he has a special hobby, which is photography. He takes photos of all the ancient buildings he has seen, including drawings and paintings. He not only saw this picture, but also studied the source structure carefully. It's just a long time ago, some of them can't remember clearly, so I begged him to look for them. " "The old brother took me home to search. Good guy, all their houses are full of bookshelves. There are all kinds of data and image atlas on them. We searched for them for more than ten days, and then we found the same picture. " "He said that this was what he saw from an ancient fan in Panjiayuan, Beijing. He liked the picture but couldn't afford a fan, so he took a picture and came back. After careful study, he said it was Leiyang County, Hunan Province, and wrote it on the back of the photo. " "Leiyang, Hunan." I read it again, and suddenly I thought of something. I thanked him repeatedly: "old Wu, you have helped me a lot! Thank you very much. " "What's the name? You saved my life. Thank you! Well, you should be busy first. Come to Xi'an and have a walk when you are free. Let's get together again. " "Definitely! Take care of yourself. " Put down the phone, I ran directly into the study and turned on the computer. On the search page, I typed three keywords: "Tang Dynasty", "beef", "Leiyang". The first sentence on the search page immediately came into view: did Du Fu, the great poet of Tang Dynasty, eat beef to death? It's said that Du Fu, a great poet, was poor in his old age. When he was passing by Leiyang County in Hengzhou by boat, the local magistrate admired his talent very much and wanted to get a piece of calligraphy. Su knew that Du Fu liked beef very much, so he prepared dozens of plates of roast beef. Du Fu had not eaten for several days. Seeing the beef, he couldn't help it for a while, but he survived. Although it's not said above, whether the county magistrate asked him to lift the words on the fan, and whether he could succeed in the end. But I'm sure that the spirit on this white paper fan is Du Fu! That drop of thick ink on the paper fan must have been the one he dropped when he lifted his pen for the last time. Du Fu's poems are the epitome of social phenomenon. He is known as the greatest realist poet and the sage of poetry. But his life was full of calamities. He is brilliant, but because of the difficulties of Li Linfu, the treacherous minister, he has been excluded. When he joined the army, his youngest son was able to starve to death. Later, he was captured by the rebels, which shows how miserable he was. Although he is ill fated, he can always cherish the world and never forget the world! Three officials and three departures, five hundred words of chanting and so on, and so on, are just words of blood and tears, which really show the sufferings of thousands of people in the Tang Dynasty. But he could not escape such a fate. He was starved to death. A generation of poetry saints, dead face is so embarrassed! After staring at the white paper fan for a long time, I copied the phone. "Pockmarks." "What? Have you figured it out? " "Shall I spread the news now?" asked Pockmarked Li with a smile I'm not in the mood to argue with him. I'm going to set up a thousand cattle feast. Please go and ask some senior chefs to arrange it As soon as Pockmarked Li listened to my gloomy and serious tone, he immediately stopped joking. He didn't even ask the reason. He just said "yes" and hung up. Three days later, hundreds of long tables lined up along the river. There are ten big plates on each table, all of which are top-grade dishes made by the best chefs in Wuhan, or barbecue, or fried, or stir fried, or soup, but all of the ingredients are beef.I stood in front of a roasted whole cow, holding a white paper fan in both hands, talking. A cloud of black smoke wafted out, circled the table, and swooped on it. With the flow of the black smoke, pieces of beef disappeared, and big plates were licked clean. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of tables were empty, even the whole roasted cow in front of me had only a pair of empty skeletons. The black smoke gradually became clear and turned into a thin old man with short beard, but the stomach was high. With one hand touching his stomach, he belched with great satisfaction, and then smiled at me. He bowed slowly and respectfully, and the wind disappeared. Du Fu's spirit was finally freed. May you live forever and never again in poverty! Click! There was a sullen thunder in the sky, and then the drizzle as thin as ox hair spread over the sky, just like a thin curtain like cicada wings was covered between the heaven and the earth. I quickly put away the paper fan. At this time, it was found that the ink on the paper fan also disappeared and became a few lines of dragon turn snake dance poetry. It's just that the handwriting is too scrawly, and it's raining in the sky. I can't bear to look at it carefully. Some of them are vague and don't really recognize it. I don't know. Is this what Du Fu was going to leave to the county magistrate who was kind enough to entertain him, or to me? Du Fu is a poet of his generation. All his words and sentences are the common property of the whole Chinese people. Moreover, this is his masterpiece, which is even rarer and rarer. I can't be greedy for myself, so I asked someone to donate this paper fan to the National Museum. When I think about it, this white paper fan is a gift from Lina. I just don't know what she has prepared for me. I always remember the safety of Han Laoliu and Caiyun, but I didn't get any news. Recently, I can't even get in touch with the first day of the new year. I am more anxious, but I have no way. After a few days of "isolation from the world, thank you for not seeing the guests", those with all kinds of thoughts, who want to find me are also cut off. I finally got back a little clean. That night, I went back to the shop. Just studying Yin Fu Jing, the shop door suddenly opened without wind, and a figure came in with his hands on his back and a smile.
