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Chen San Legend

Chapter 1: Killing Corrupt Officials in Gudukou to Serve Heaven

Updated on 2009-4-20 15:54:25 Word Count: 2783

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Yangwei Mountain is located in the remnants of the Qinling Mountains. During the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, it was under the jurisdiction of Shangjin County, Xiangyang Prefecture. Three thousand miles of the Han River flows through the foot of the mountain, and a thousand-year-old ferry lies along the river. The ancient salt road crisscrosses the Qinling Mountains, leading up to Chang'an (now Xi'an) and down to Hankou, across the three provinces of Sichuan, Henan and Hubei. It is filled with officials, merchants, heroes, hermits, and rebels from all walks of life. , the people of Li came and went, it was so lively.

The story goes that one afternoon in the autumn of the sixth year of Hongwu (1373), at the foot of Yangwei Mountain, the Hanjiang Ancient Crossing was full of fragrant forests, full of autumn water, boats and people, and full of life.

I saw a big official ship going down the river, carrying hundreds of immigrants, and docked at the ancient ferry. The immigrants all tied their hands behind their backs and were led by a thick straw rope. More than a dozen officials shouted and divided them into several migration groups.

Obviously, some immigrants are going to stay in Yangwei Mountain. Nearly a hundred men, women, and children in shabby clothes were escorted by four officials and disembarked one by one.

Finally, the immigrants asked: "Take care" and "Send a message later." Amidst the noisy voices and low sobbing, the official ship had gone with the waves. .

Among the immigrants queuing ashore, there was a beautiful girl. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, she was the only one, no one said hello, swaying her black braid, lonely, speechless, with her head lowered.

On this journey, she only remembered that she went from her hometown in Hongdong, Shanxi, to Chang'an, and then to Hanzhong, and then took a boat from Hanzhong to this strange place. She doesn't know what the future holds, what will happen. She didn't know why God arranged for her to go such a long way, and maybe even longer. She seemed to be still immersed in a dream, immersed in the moment of migration.

She stared at the tall ancient locust trees and the old harriers perched among the branches of the trees, whining constantly to let them go...

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