Chapter 137: The sky is ten feet high, and I point to the mulberry and scold the First Emperor (Part 2)

Feng Junzi opened his mouth and cried, "The Analects of Confucius! I really didn't expect that Chinese scholars would tear the Analects of Confucius in their son's hands... They are all intellectuals with senior professional titles. They are simply polite and sweeping the floor!" As he said that, he actually cried out and tears flowed down. This kid was really sad today, and he was really drunk.

Old Man Tang sighed and asked, "Boy, is your father's name Feng Huaiyuan?"

Feng Junzi replied with tears in his eyes: "Yes, do you know him?"

Old Man Tang: "I know, he is a very good water conservancy engineer. He designed the Feiyundu Bridge, right? "

Feng Junzi: "Yes, that's a proud work for him. But it's a ridiculous monument for Wucheng!" Feng Junzi cried while speaking, and was thrusting and drinking.

I know Feng Huaiyuan, and I know Feiyundu Bridge. But I didn’t know that Feng Huaiyuan designed the Feiyundu Bridge before. This point was not mentioned in the information of Mr. Zhang’s investigation of Feng Junzi. This bridge is now a scene in Wucheng. When it comes to this bridge, we have to mention a large river in Wucheng - Pass Lianghe. Pass Lianghe stretches for hundreds of miles in Wucheng, almost passing through most of the southern mountainous areas. Nine bends and eighteen bends alluvial to alluvial plains in the hills and mountains. In the late 1970s and early 1980s, Wucheng organized a large-scale farmland water conservancy project - Pass Lianghe Project. This is the largest organized behavior in Wucheng’s history, except for the large-scale steelmaking in the late 1950s. The purpose of this project is to straighten the curved river channel through Lianghe, so that one million acres of river beaches can be added to grain fields.

The project failed halfway. First of all, due to the financial reasons, the huge reservoir in the upstream planning could not be built. One more important reason was that the river channel was converted into a artificial straight line, and the cross-liang River flowed directly from the mountains to the plains, forming a huge drop. When the flood season came, the whistling mountain torrents almost destroyed everything. The washed-up included the embankments on both sides, the bridges on the river, and the drainage and irrigation stations everywhere. The manpower and material resources of the city spent nearly five years in the city, and finally only one thing was left on the new river channel of the cross-liang River - Feiyundu Bridge.

All other bridges and dams were destroyed, and only this 200-meter-long bridge stood firm, and even the bridgeheads connecting the original dam on both sides were suspended. This bridge was designed by an engineer named Feng Huaiyuan, and he personally presided over the construction. The bridge was designed well! There were no floods that had not been washed away, but unfortunately the artificial beam-passing river channel no longer exists. This was an engineer's proud work, but it appeared at a wrong time and place, and in a wrong background.

The first time I learned that Feng Junzi's father was the designer of Feiyundu Bridge. While I was thinking, a man pushed the door in and asked anxiously in a soft voice: "Feng Junzi, why are you crying? What happened? Tell me quickly!"

When he looked up, it was Qixin. It seemed that Ziying was busy today and brought Qixin to persuade Feng Junzi. Feng Junzi saw Qixin and wiped his tears while saying, "Book, the book I treasured has been torn!"

Qixin: "Then you don't have to cry like this. Just buy the book if you tore it."

Feng Junzi grinned and cried again: "I don't have to do this if I can buy it. Where can I buy those ancient booklets?"

Qixin was a little surprised: "Ancient Book? So are the fragments still there?"

Feng Junzi: "Everything is here, I pack it up and put it in this bag." As he said that, he took out a travel bag from behind the chair. When he opened it, he saw that the messy and scattered pages of the book were almost all slightly yellowed line-packs.

Qixin picked up a pretty complete page, twisted it with his hands and said, "Most of them are bound books of double-layer rice paper, and they are not too broken. It doesn't matter if it is pulled. Even if it is even worse, there is a way to frame it again. Don't be sad... Who made your book like this?"

When Feng Junzi heard that the book was still saved, he looked calm and put away his face and looked mournful: "Don't ask whoever did it, it can be repaired? You didn't lie to me, right?"

Qixin: "As long as the fragments are there, they can be repaired, and they can be repaired as old as before, exactly the same as before."

Feng Junzi: "I heard that there are experts who can repair ancient scrolls of ancient books, but where can I find them?"

Qixin: "You forgot Xuanhuazhai? You just run calligraphy and painting mounts there. My senior brother and I can do it. If it really doesn't work, you can still invite someone. Don't worry, Xuanhua must have a solution... Are those fragments here?"

Feng Junzi: "If you can buy and borrow the books, you will tear them up. The bag contains everything that cannot be found elsewhere... As long as you repair them, thank you!" Feng Junzi heard that Xuanhuazhai could help him repair the booklet, his eyes lit up, although the tears were not dry.

Qixin: "Then don't be sad here. Let's go find Xuanhua together. Come and follow me!"

Qixin is still wearing a mask today, but the mask has been replaced with a new one, which no longer looks pale and expressionless. The mask is even more delicate and hardly visible. It just slightly covers her heavenly face, making her look natural and real, just like a common beautiful girl. She nodded slightly to Old Man Tang and me as a greeting, holding a travel bag in one hand and pulling the drunk Feng Junzi out with the other.

When Feng Junzi went out, I shouted from behind: "Are there two books here not to take them away?"

Feng Junzi said without looking back: "I don't want it anymore! Take it to cushion the table legs."

Old Man Tang reached out and took the book over: "It's a pity to put the legs on the table, give it to me. There are several sets of "The Book of Songs" in my family, but Zhu Zi has not yet annotated it. I used to have one of the "Book of Changes" in the same book, but it was gone when the house was searched... Hum? Isn't this my book? Shi Ye, look, my private seal is still on the page!"

I smiled and said, "This is not impossible. Feng Junzi picked up these things in the waste paper recycling warehouse of the paper mill when he was a child."

Old Man Tang: "The waste paper warehouse of the paper mill? Why didn't I expect it back then! Otherwise, I would sneak up on picking up some good things and come back... The brat left, just have a few drinks with me, the old man. The wine in Zhiweilou is really good!"

Old Man Tang pulled me as a student to drink with him, of course I was not good at not accompanying him. While pouring wine for him, he said, "Teacher Tang, you are the most knowledgeable and interesting teacher I have ever met. Only with a teacher like you can a student like a gentleman."

Old Man Tang: "I have been teaching for more than 40 years. Children like Feng Junzi may have the best talent. But due to family learning, learning may not be the most solid. Of course, the times have changed. Compared with this group of children, he is already transcendent to the public... This kid just debated the Book of Songs with me, but quoted the wrong verse. If this was in the past, the gentleman would have to beat him - if the gentleman didn't beat him, the father would also beat him!"

"Wrong! Where was it wrong?"

Old Man Tang smiled: "The one he mentioned is the 'female's rooster crow' in "Zheng Feng". Then he scolded Zhu Xi's note. Zhu Xi's annotation was actually annotated in the 'rooster crow' in "Qi Feng". There are two poems in "The Book of Songs" with the rooster crow as the title. This kid probably drank too much and got it skewed. The book is here. If you don't believe it, please open it and take a look."

I took the book and opened it and saw that there was indeed a poem in "Qifeng": "After the rooster crowing, the morning is full. If the rooster crows, the sound of flies..." Looking at Zhu Xi's annotations again, it was exactly the passage Feng Junzi scolded just now.

I respected and admired Old Man Tang, and asked with a smile: "Teacher Tang, you have taught for more than 40 years and have met all kinds of students. When it comes to learning, who is the best? Can children of our age surpass Fengjun in terms of learning? That must be very amazing!"

Old Man Tang: "I won't talk about my students. When I was a teenager, I had a classmate who was a few years younger than me, named Mei Cunjing. This man is not only talented, but also has a profound family education from generation to generation, and is much better than me. He has a very good relationship with Principal Liu Zigui, and they often talk about scriptures and discussions together."

Mei Cunjing? I am so familiar with this name! He is the last owner of Jingwu Cave Heaven before "Mei Yeshi". I have seen his message in the library's "Wuchengzhou Prefecture Chronicles". Old man Tang actually knows him. He is still Liu Zigui's friend? I hurriedly asked, "How is this Mei Cunjing now?"

Old Man Tang sighed: "It's a pity that both the couple died young, and it has been almost twenty years."

"How did they die?"

Old Man Tang looked up at me: "Shiye, I think you should have known my experience before liberation. I was once a disciple and Qing, who was a disciple of Zhengyi Sect, but I had already left Zhengyi Sect before I could learn Taoism. Now I am no longer a practitioner. Things in the world of cultivation have nothing to do with me, and I don't want to talk about it anymore. If you want to ask, just ask others..."

"I understand... Why don't you learn Taoism and teach?"

Old Man Tang: "Everyone has ambition. The way of immortality is just a transcendence of one person. It is a success for the world to educate people. Although I am not a saint like Confucius, I am willing to make this choice... Besides, the true person who stays true to me said that I am not very suitable for learning Taoism. Don't mention these words again. Now I am Tang Qing, not with Qing, and no longer talk about things in the world of cultivation. Drinking and drinking, I am not you and Senior Brother Qing, but you Teacher Tang! Otherwise, I would not have been able to train that elder boy in the world of cultivation just now."

It seems that Old Man Tang also knew the relationship between me and Shouzheng, and at the same time he also vaguely knew that Feng Junzi might have a higher seniority in the world of cultivation. But the old man has now left the world of cultivation and is not a practitioner, so he no longer cares about this. I asked Ziying to add a few more dishes to drink with Old Man Tang, and was still thinking about Mei Cunjing he mentioned just now. Suddenly I remembered that I transferred bags from the Mei Wending Memorial Hall and took out the few ancient books and borrowed them home to read them. Those ancient books escaped the theft of the Japanese devils, and this time I probably couldn't escape Feng's mother's poison! Fortunately, it could be repaired, otherwise who would I settle the score?

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There are many good things in Feng Junzi's private collection. As far as I know, there are half a set of golden bell covers, half a set of cinnabar palms, and a complete set of thirty-six-way snake-capturing hands. Feng Junzi taught me that I have reached the highest level of Golden Dragon Locking Jade Pillar. "Thirty-six-way snake-capturing hands" and half a volume of "Chenshamen Palm", Feng Junzi himself is not very good at it, so he simply gave me all the books. Last summer vacation, I used it to ask the real martial arts master Xiao Zhengrong, and we learned all the thirty-six-way snake-capturing hands together. As for the half set of "Chenshamen Palm", Xiaoxiao also taught me to practice, but I only practiced half of it.

It is said that if a cinnabar palm is injured, a real master can make you unable to see any trace at that time. However, after seven days, a vermilion palm print will appear on the palm injury. Once the palm print appears, the injury will immediately occur, and internal injuries will appear in the meridians throughout the body. As for the severity of the injury, whether it will lose your life, it will be obvious that the master is. What does this set of palm techniques mean? That is, I can hit people, or leave palm prints after seven days, but I can't hurt people!

There is no way, that set of secrets is not complete. Of course, I can also kill a person with one palm, and just slap the muscles and fracture them directly, but that is not the level of Kung Fu injuring people. Just half of the set of cinnabar palms that do not hurt people but leave their palm prints will shock the Wucheng officialdom soon, which I never expected. The cause was from my friend, the female police officer Qu Ling. At the same time, it also involved another person, the father of my classmate Yang Xiaokang, and Yang Datong, the current secretary of the Wucheng Municipal Party Committee.

Regarding my understanding of Yang Datong, we must start with Mr. Zhang—

Zhang Rongdao, chairman of Rongdao Group, the richest man in Wucheng, and Mr. Zhang, who set up a fortune teller at the Fenghuang Bridgehead, recently made a friend at the dinner table. The friend he made was the leader of a bureau-level unit in Wucheng, named Feng Huaiyuan, the father of Feng Junzi. It was coincidental that Rongdao Group recently bid for a municipal engineering project - the urban flood control wall project. This project was built from the Aofeng area to the north of the city, along the west bank of the Jushui River. The purpose was to protect Wu urban area when the flood came. The commander-in-chief of this project was Feng Huaiyuan.
Chapter completed!