It may not work

Author: Erzi Congzhou

It may not work

"Yes." Fang Wenyu said: "I'm afraid this is the purpose of Cao Cao's iron chain. It is indeed a good way to quickly build a water stronghold. Cao Cao is a smart military strategist. If Xu Shu is just lying, he will not listen.

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"However, details determine success or failure." Zhou Zhi nodded: "Xu Shu did not tell him two details. One is that such a water village needs to establish an outpost defense line against fire attacks, and measures to intercept enemy fire ships are needed. The other is that inside the water village bay

You can’t have too many boats, and you need to leave enough fire escape space..."

After reviewing the actual terrain with reference to the "iron chain and horizontal" strategy, everyone discovered that Cao Cao was not stupid at all. This was indeed the most convenient and quickest way to build a water stronghold.

He was just not familiar with water warfare in the south, and he forgot to send out scouts to warn people of stolen chickens. No one on the shelf reminded him that he needed to pull an iron chain outside the village to create a "water fire zone."

After adding these details, everyone now understands why the historical verbal attack was successful.

"So you still need a tour guide when traveling." Liu Tao said with a smile: "The elbow is really powerful. It's better to be famous than to meet, and to meet is worse than being famous."

"But the poems are still not written." Xiong Jiao was actually quite proud of her good friend, but she still couldn't help but joke: "Look, there's an inscription from Huangshan Valley over there."

On the stone wall of the mountain pass here, there are two larger regular script characters, which are officially the word "Suojiang", and there are two small characters on the side that say "Valley".

Zhou Zhi has already concluded in his heart that these two characters are 80% not authentic. The river bank here is made of sand and gravel. The sand and gravel itself is easy to weather. I am afraid that the handwriting written more than 900 years ago cannot be preserved so well.

Secondly, the calligraphy style is different from Huang Tingjian's original calligraphy. Although both are derived from Yan style, Huang Tingjian's large characters are authentic and have been handed down to the world, which is the famous "Shui Tou Wok Inscription".

In "Shui Tou Wo Inscription", when Huang Tingjian writes horizontal folds, his wrist will inevitably move the tip of the pen to make a dragging movement.

As for the word "lock" in Suojiang, the horizontal strokes are written horizontally first, then the pen is lifted off the paper, and the vertical stroke is written straight in the center, which is very inconsistent with the details of Huang Tingjian's style.

This is the most obvious part, and there are many other details that are questionable.

However, it seems that Xiong Jiao and Liu Tao already regard themselves as Yizhou natives. They are very proud of Huang Tingjian. It is hard to say that the word Zhou Zhi is more likely to be written by a descendant under the guise of Gu Gu.

He could only laugh and said: "This character is actually the same as the eight characters 'Antarctic Old Man Amitayus Buddha' in Liubei Pavilion, as if they were written by the same hand."

Returning to the ruins of Diaohuang Tower, Zhou Zhi turned to look at the Minjiang River again: "A bottle of wine on the Suojiang Pavilion, the mountain comes from the Baiyun River and crosses the river. The sentence "valley" is so beautifully written...eh?"

"What's wrong?" Xiong Jiao asked.

"I didn't pay attention when I was reading Forest of Steles just now, but now I find that two poems should have been written at the same time."

"how do you know?"

"One is "The Second Rhyme of Li Rendao Drinking at Suojiang Pavilion at Night", and the other is "The Second Rhyme and the Brief Lu Zhongnanyu Three Poems", it seems that the rhymes and rhymes are all the same words."

"Second rhyme is a method used by the ancients to write poems. One person writes one poem first, and the next person writes another. The last word of each couplet must be the same as the previous poems."

"The first song I remember is: A bottle of wine in the Suojiang Pavilion, the mountain comes from the Baiyun River and crosses the river. Li Hou's short brown has advantages and is not born in the same line as the common things. The Diao Chan continues the dog's tail in the classics, and the article makes the thunder. In ancient times, poor people only observed the festival and held the gate every night to listen to the fifth watch."

"The second poem is: The snowy waves coming from the west are like boiling firewood, and a reed can be crossed at both ends. Suddenly I think that ten miles away from the Zhongling River, the white apples are rippled by the wind. I don't feel the ants slipping on the wine glass, and the tea pot is already buzzing with flies. .The sun must have set by the time we return, and I am afraid that the servants who hold the canopy will be replaced many times."

"Do you think the rhymes are the same?"

Liu Tao was dumbfounded, not because of Huang Tingjian's talent, but because of Zhou Zhi's ability to recite poems: "You...you just read it for a short while and you memorized it all?"

"No, no, there seems to be another song..." Zhou Zhi suddenly said: "Let's go back to the Forest of Steles to have a look!"

There is a small pond outside Liubei Pavilion. Opposite the pond and Fu Weng Pavilion, there is also Yimo Pavilion.

There are many stone tablets next to the Yimo Pavilion. The poems and stories engraved on them are all masterpieces written by famous people in the past dynasties about this place. It should be that the city government organized calligraphers in the city to copy them and then carved them out and put them here as a tourist attraction.

Everyone had played here just now, but except for Zhou Zhi, who was more interested, everyone else felt bored and went to watch Liubei Pool after a while.

It's different now. Everyone started searching with great interest. After a while, Fang Wenyu found the first song: "Hey! There really is this. A bottle of wine on the Suojiang Pavilion makes the mountain rise from the Baiyun River!"

"I also found it here, Xilai Langru from the West... That thing, that thing, that thing is OK... Heng..." Wei Fei also found a place, but this one was written in cursive, making it difficult for Wei Fei to identify.

"I just said there was a third place! Hahahaha, it turned out to be Fan Cheng's capital!" Zhou Zhi also found the third song in his memory and laughed happily.

Everyone crowded over to take a look, and sure enough, the rhyme of this song was exactly the same as Huang Tingjian's two previous songs.

In the old city of Shuikou, the hills and ridges are flat, and the new pavilion has iron bars.

Returning to the boat, I feel like I am flying across the river, and the bright autumn rain brings prosperity.

In the east building, there are two visitors from Suojiang, and the writing and ink are both contemporary and poetic.

I came here but I was drunk with Chunbi wine, and the star bridge pulsed towards the third watch.

"I remember Jiaojiao said that in the novel you wrote, the protagonist traveled from the present to the Song Dynasty?" Liu Tao was dumbfounded: "Are you sure that modern people can really survive in the Song Dynasty? Will they still become Jinshi and become officials?"

"Well..." Zhou Zhi suddenly felt blessed. He squatted down and dipped his body in the water from the ditch to write on the stone slab.

The cool and shade of the pulse pulses towards the clear dawn, and the blue river flows across the foot of the mountain.

The flowing cup tilts up to chase the saints before, and the flying catkins float and sink, believing in this life.

Why did the clouds and cranes leave the sky? The orioles are most remembered for singing in the cauldron.

Romance only happens in front of poems, and the poems are slowly chanted after the fifth watch.

"Ah this... this... holy shit, it's also a second rhyme?! The end of each couplet is also those words!" Liu Tao was completely shocked: "Did you just come up with it?"

"How can a real man say no?" Zhou Zhi squatted on the ground, raised his face and smiled innocently: "Even if people today travel to the past, they may not be unable to defeat the ancients, right Brother Tao?"

"I knew you could do it!" Xiong Jiao excitedly patted Zhou Zhi: "Shu Yi, hurry up and snap it down, or it will be gone after a while!"

Jiang Shuyi smiled and said, "It's been taken."

Liu Tao grabbed Zhou Zhi's hand and shook it again and again, and said excitedly: "If I hadn't seen this with my own eyes, I would never believe it, I would never believe it!"

"If I hadn't just discovered that these poems are all secondary rhyme poems, I wouldn't be able to inspire them." Zhou Zhi smiled modestly: "It's all the inspiration from Huangshan Valley and Fanshi Lake. I don't know how I wrote it..."

Wei Fei was even more modest: "I can't even understand it. Can you explain it..."
Chapter completed!