: Alternative Out of the City

Author: Gao Yue

: Alternative Out of the City

There is a saying that goes, "Ideals are full, reality is skinny."

Li Ye had never left the city. He thought of living outside the city beautifully, but when he actually went to see it, he was disappointed. He didn't like Sanqiao Town at all. There were too many prostitutes, rampant rascals, and extremely complex personnel structure, a typical suburban junction.

As for the villages to the south, quiet is very quiet, just like a paradise, but when he came to the Tang Dynasty, he did not want to be born, but wanted to enter the world.

More importantly, since he can't find his own home, what else should he do outside the city?

In the afternoon, Li Ye went to the royal palace to hand over Mo Jinma to Manager Qiao Da, so he got on a ox cart and went home.

The coachman with black fat can talk and is knowledgeable.

"What are you doing outside the city? You don't know that when the city gate is closed, it feels like a child driven out of the house by his parents. Chang'an City does not belong to you. I have lived outside the city for twenty years and finally squeezed into the city desperately. I have never heard of anyone who wants to move outside the city."

"Do you think the river water in the city is too dirty? I tell you that there are many clean rivers in Chang'an City. You have never been to the yard where the powerful people live! Let's take a look at the four yards: Wubenfang, Xingdaofang, Guanglufang, and Taipingfang. The river water inside is clear and you can drink it directly."

"Young man, you are still young and you have to live in the city to have a chance. Outside the city is a place for retirement, and the people in the village are very xenophobic. You, an outsider, move over and stare like a thief."

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Balabala also completely gave up Li Ye's idea of ​​moving outside the city.

During dinner, Pei Sanniang asked with a smile: "How did you go outside the city today to inspect?"

Li Ye sighed and said, "Mom, I don't want to move out of the city anymore!"

Pei Sanniang and Aunt Mu looked at each other, and they were not surprised at all. Pei Sanniang smiled and said, "If you don't go, don't go! Let's buy the land next to the river. There is also one acre of land in the house. Then, convert the mud wall into a brick wall, and you will be satisfied."

Li Ye quickly added: "Create the courtyard wall a little higher, and it is covered with broken glass!"

"What is glass?" Aunt Mu asked strangely.

Li Ye then remembered that the glass of the Tang Dynasty had not yet entered ordinary houses. He scratched his head and said, "Glass is glass!"

Pei Sanniang shook her head, "Speak crazy, Liuli is a high-ranking official and noble person who can afford it. It has nothing to do with us, but you have a good idea. You can use an arrow to insert it into the cracks of the bricks. I saw someone who has used it, but no one dares to climb the wall around."

Pei Sanniang stopped mentioning the matter of reading. Today she read the manuscript of her son practicing calligraphy. The handwriting was actually very good, but it was better than herself. She also knew a lot of words, so there was no need to go to elementary school again.

After dinner, Li Ye began to sit at the table and practice writing. In fact, he had practiced calligraphy in another world. Although he knew how to write, his hands were out of control, so he wrote it as earthworm crawling.

Since yesterday, he tried to practice writing with the control of the mind, that is, let the hand write according to his own consciousness. As long as he controls the stability and strength of the hand, what structure should a word be and how to write it well, his consciousness is clear.

After practicing 300 characters last night, his technique became more and more proficient, and gradually returned to most of his previous life's level. This is the wonderful use of controlling the mind in calligraphy.

Of course, controlling the mind is not omnipotent. It is not something you want to practice in an instant. The premise is that he has worked hard and knows how to write the words.

Li Ye had already left the copybook and began to write some poems he memorized in his previous life, but he was very cautious and tried his best to write poems that had appeared. The poems and articles he memorized in his previous life were masterpieces of famous masters. Any one of them could shake the literary world. If they spread it, it would cause him endless trouble.

The spring tides are connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with the tide.

The waves are rippling for thousands of miles, and there is no moon in the spring river!

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Pei Sanniang brought a piece of snacks over. Li Ye wrote too seriously and did not notice his mother's arrival.

Pei Sanniang looked at the words he wrote and was very surprised. Why is it better than yesterday's words?

"Ah!" Pei Sanniang suddenly exclaimed, "Why is it "Spring River Moon Night", Ye'er, where did you learn it?"

Li Ye rolled up his sleeves and said calmly: "I went to a bookstore a few days ago, saw this poem, read it a few times and then wrote it down."

"You still have the ability to remember everything you see?" Pei Sanniang was even more surprised.

"I haven't used to practice the mental method with my uncle, and the medicine he gave me. I feel that my memory is getting better and better, and I practice calligraphy. I can practice calligraphy with the mental method. I can write my characters well in just a few days, and the more I write, the better I get."

Li Ye downplayed it lightly and attributed everything to the control mental method. Others may not believe it, but Pei Sanniang believed it deeply.

The mind method my son talked about was a unique skill that the Pei family had lost for many years. My cousin Pei Min had learned it for some reason. Does his son also have this talent?

But his son is not Pei! Thinking of the surname Li, Pei Sanniang suddenly remembered the elegant and gentle young man more than ten years ago.

She slowly walked out of the room, sat on the well platform, looking at the golden full moon in the sky, and for a moment, she fell into memories of the past.

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At the first update, Li Ye came to the backyard of the temple and saw Zhang Xiaopang slashing like crazy. He was about to move tomorrow. He didn't know if he could learn martial arts anymore. He vented his anger in the slashing.

Pei Min still advised Zhang Xiaopang as usual, but Xiaopang has already practiced very well.

"Little Pang said, you want to move to Sanqiao too?" Pei Min asked in a deep voice when he walked aside.

Li Ye shook his head and said, "I don't want to leave the city anymore, nor do I want to move."

"Why?"

"No, I don't like outside the city!"

Pei Min asked for a moment of silence: "Are you still going to practice swords underground?"

Li Ye still shook his head, "I plan to go to Wubenfang. I heard that the water there is very clean, so I can sneak into the yard from the bottom of the river."

"No! The water over there is too shallow and it is easy to be seen."

Pei Min thought about it and said to Li Ye: "You go down the well and then climb up to show me!"

Li Ye took off his coat and jumped into the well. For a moment, he threw the club up first, and then climbed up along the well wall. At the beginning, when he was practicing sword underwater, he couldn't climb up at all. The well wall was very smooth and could only pull the rope of the well to climb up the well.

But after practicing for a month, he gradually realized that climbing the well wall was not difficult. As long as there was a little gap to leverage him, he could easily climb up with bare hands.

Seeing him climbing up, Pei Min said again: "Climb down again, don't jump!"

It was easier to climb down, but Li Ye went down in just a few strokes.

"Okay, come up!"

Li Ye climbed up, Pei Min pointed at the clothes, "Put on the clothes and follow me."

"Uncle, where are you going?"

Pei Min ignored him and turned around and left.

Li Ye had no choice but to put on his coat and follow Pei Min with a club.

Soon, Pei Min brought him to the city wall. Yonghefang was close to the city wall. Standing on the top of the city, you could see the inside.

The city walls in Chang'an are not very high, only two feet high, which is only six floors. Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the city walls have only been repaired once, and it has been more than 50 years ago.

More than fifty years of wind and rain have made the city wall very old and damaged. It is spectacular from a distance, but you will find it covered with scars and vicissitudes when you look close.

Li Ye already understood what Pei Min meant, climbing over the wall and leaving the city, but there were no defenders on the top of the city?

Pei Min seemed to understand his concern and said lightly: "There are soldiers patrolling the city during the day, but at night the soldiers find a place to sleep. Only soldiers stand guard above the city gate. It's still far from here, so don't worry!"

He pulled out his sword and hit the city wall. The bricks were shattered, and a hole as big as a fist appeared. He jumped up and walked on the city wall, like flowing water, extremely elegant. The iron sword in his hand kept hitting the city wall, and holes appeared.

Zhang Xiaopang may be stunned, but Li Ye can understand it. This is the same as climbing the well wall. As long as there is a little bit of power to leverage, his feet can step on it. Moreover, the city wall is a little slanted, so he can maintain balance in the air.
To be continued...