Pingcheng.

The people crowded on both sides of the road, and sergeants were on guard, keeping distance to prevent trouble and stampedes.

More than a hundred people walked in from the city gate.

The leader had disheveled hair, wore a huge cyan mask, and was covered with all kinds of weird magic weapons.

As the man moved around, all the magical instruments all over his body were making crisp chirping sounds.

He was followed by two people, both dressed as evil spirits, one holding a drum and the other holding a torch.

The leader takes a step forward, then stops and then steps back, to the left, then to the right.

He was saying some words that no one could understand, and he was walking forward at such a weird pace. He didn't know how he could move forward. The steps looked similar, but he kept moving forward.

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The man on the left is beating the drum, and following the master's rhythm, the other man is waving the torch in his hand, and the torch is flying over the master's head again and again.

Behind them were more than a hundred people, all dressed in this strange way. Some were dancing and some were singing.

The scene is full of strangeness.

They walked in from the North City Gate and walked all the way towards the South City Gate.

The people along the road shouted loudly, and some people spontaneously shouted the same as them, watching them pass by on the road.

These people really don't seem tired at all.

After walking all the way for more than an hour, we finally reached another city gate.

The people roared, and some people threw money outside. The children squatted on the ground and picked up these things.

When they walked out of the city gate, there were officials waiting for them.

Everyone took off their clothes and began to take off the masks on their heads. The leader finally slowly took off the mask.

The person under the mask is none other than Chu Jiande.

Chu Jiande was panting and covered in sweat. Several minor officials rushed up and took off the equipment for him with distressed expressions on their faces.

"Mr. Chu, you are old. You can just leave this kind of thing to others. Why do you need to do it yourself?"

"How can we leave this Nuo ceremony to others?"

"The Chun Nuo opera is a national event. I have to do it myself, so I can't make any mistakes."

Chu Jiande said breathlessly, then looked at the other people pretending to be noble, and finally a smile appeared on his face, "You guys, you did a pretty good job!"

"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to play Fang Xiangshi. It seems that I can slowly give in in the future!"

Everyone laughed.

It is spring planting. Before spring planting, according to the country's system, a huge Nuo opera will be held in the city.

This is not something that came about after Lao Xianbei entered the Pass, it was something passed down from the pre-Qin Dynasty.

In the pre-Qin Dynasty, this ritual was mainly aimed at exorcising ghosts and avoiding epidemics. The ceremony was complicated and noble, and ordinary people were not qualified to participate. Only princes and nobles could participate.

With the development of the Han Dynasty, there were state-run Nuo operas and private Nuo operas. The private ones can be participated by the common people.

After Lao Xianbei entered the customs, probably because the old men suffered heavy casualties and had no intention of doing this anymore, Nuo opera became completely secular, without strict regulations, and the gods were diversified, including Buddhist and Taoist gods. Even a single

Beggars can wear masks to participate, and the purpose of Nuo opera has changed from exorcising ghosts to rewarding gods.

To be serious, the essence is to hold an event before starting farming in the spring and let the people participate.

To thank the gods and nature, we hope to receive their blessings this year and live a better life with fewer disasters. With full joy and expectations for the new year, everyone starts this year's farming events.

In a sense, this matter is indeed important.

The honor guard to honor the gods completed their mission, but the people in the city could continue their own carnival. They wore various masks and celebrated in their own way.

The streets were very lively with people coming and going.

It is difficult for horse-drawn carriages to pass through, so most people travel on foot.

At this moment, a group of people became unwelcome guests. They squeezed a way out of the lively crowd and the carriage passed slowly.

With the sound of curses all the way, the carriage finally arrived at a relatively peaceful alley.

The carriage stopped, and an official muttered something and got out of the carriage.

The person who got off the bus was Yang Xiuzhi, the minister of the Han Dynasty.

Yang Xiuzhi looked around and made sure that there was no one here, and then asked his men to knock on the door.

Soon, he walked into the mansion.

This was not the first time Yang Xiuzhi came here. He walked very fast. Under the leadership of several servants, he quickly appeared in the study, opened the door, and walked in.

There was an old scribe sitting in the study.

It is Cui Jishu.

Cui Jishu was not surprised to see the distinguished guest coming to the door. He seemed to have expected it. He gestured and asked Yang Xiuzhi to sit next to him.

Yang Xiuzhi sat down and saw many documents placed in front of Cui Jishu, with various names written on them.

Yang Xiuzhi narrowed his eyes.

Cui Jishu pointed to a name and asked: "Mr. Yang, what do you think of this person?"

Yang Xiuzhi glanced at him, "Meng Ye?"

"Isn't this the prefect who bought the donkey?"

Cui Jishu laughed and said, "It's the governor who bought the donkey."

"Why, are you going to be promoted to governor?"

Yang Xiuzhi said disdainfully: "This man is as timid as a chicken. When Gao Yue summoned him to Sizhou, this man was actually made things difficult by several Xianbei soldiers at the city gate. He was so scared that he didn't dare to go in. He even asked Gao Yue to send someone to invite him.

He comes in."

"I don't even dare to kill a chicken, I just keep my promise."

"Can someone like him also be the governor?"

Cui Jishu exclaimed, "I dare not say that."

"Your Majesty only arranged for three people, one of whom is Meng Ye. Your Majesty said that this man is honest, loves the people, and benevolent, and is a suitable candidate for the governor."

Yang Xiuzhi's lips trembled, trying not to criticize.

But his attitude still betrayed his inner thoughts.

He deserves it too??

He simply stopped thinking about it, "Three people? I wonder who the other two are?"

"One is Cheng'an Lingfangbao, and the other is Su Qiong."

"Oh, Fang Bao is good at talking empty words, but Su Qiong is pretty good, but unfortunately, she doesn't look good."

"Then who do you think Yang Jun can take up?"

Yang Xiuzhi cleared his throat, "I think there are two people who can do it. One is Cui Zhan, Zhongshulang. He was highly valued by Prime Minister Yang in the past. After the founding of the country, he also made great achievements. He is smart, knowledgeable, honest and upright. He can be the governor.

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"One is my son Yang Piqiang. He has extraordinary understanding and the ability to govern the world."

Cui Jishu suddenly laughed.

"No wonder Mr. Yang looks down on others. He speaks like Cui and Yang."

Yang Xiuzhi hurriedly said: "Mr. Cui, I am not the kind of person who likes to tell lies. My son is already very old, but he still has not been able to find a suitable official position. I am only a son like him, and I am not as old as I am.

Now that I’m older, I’m very worried about what’s going to happen in the future.”

"As long as these new governors are not mediocre people, they can all achieve political achievements."

"It's so dilapidated over there, it's a good opportunity to make contributions."

"I'm not afraid of what others will say about me. I just want to give my son a chance. My son can do what others can do. With my help, he may be able to do better."

"Cui Gong, your son is currently discussing with Gao and Lu on the candidate for the governor. Everyone knows this. If you are willing to help,"

Cui Jishu tapped her fingers lightly on the case in front of her.

"Of the eight governors, Your Majesty took three."

"Gao at least has to give one to the former clan, and Lu has to give one to the Cheng'an people. My son and I were officials in the same dynasty, but the roads are different after all, and he has to give one to the Dingzhou people."

"That leaves three less candidates and only two candidates left."

Yang Xiuzhi said hurriedly: "Then it's our turn to choose."

"There are not many talented people among the people in the frontier, and they can't speak up in the court."

Cui Jishu laughed, "That's not possible. She Di Xian'an is still here. Many of the people around him are dominated by him. He can speak in the court. If he is taken away like this, he may not

willing."
To be continued...