If Xianzhong Temple is a place of sacrifice, then Jiming Post is a vivid ancient large-scale post station.

Starting from Beijing, there are gradually more mountains along the way.

In this season, I set out from the south and discovered a feature of the junction of the north and south: Once you find that there are many bird nests on the trees beside the road, it means you are in the north.

Before leaving, the leader and Sister Yu said that the wind was strong and it would blow you into doubting your life.

But we are lucky. The sun is shining in Beijing these two days, and it is neither lukewarm nor hot. A windbreaker feels right.

The mountains in Beijing feel all of stones, and they look gray and rarely green.

Before arriving at Tumu Fort, I remember walking on the Beijing-Tibet Expressway. When I entered the mountains and ridges, Sister Yu drove and the leader suddenly asked me to look ahead.

"Jazz, this is the Great Wall, Juyongguan."

I sat behind and looked forward carefully, and saw a row of city walls winding and circling among the mountains and ridges, and felt extremely shocked.

The terrain here is dangerous. Looking at the Great Wall built on the mountain, I really can't imagine how it was built back then.

Since it was Saturday, the traffic flow was not large, so we were able to move forward calmly.

"This is Jiming Mountain."

The leader is a senior outdoor sports and adventure master, and his explanation of the scenery along the way is not bad.

I followed the sound and was right in front of the right. A mountain that looked like a large stone carving was constantly changing its angle in sight.

Jiming Post at Jiming Mountain. When you get here, you are not far from Jiming Post.

There are many houses along the way, most of which are bungalows. A woman's voice came from a restaurant, which was not very real. It was probably because the rice was ready, and the rice was ready...

Jimingyi, from the outside, it looks like a small town.

We parked our car in the parking lot outside the city wall, and there were several locals standing on the right. Under their gaze, we thought we would charge the parking fee, but who knew we didn't care.

Sister Yu also likes outdoor sports and likes to watch football games on site. She is open-minded. She takes a SLR and not only has to drive along the way, but also has to take photos for everyone.

Although it was our first time meeting, we were all casual and natural. Especially Xiaobai, this guy is tall and looks particularly "Yu Shu Lin Feng" among a bunch of fat people.

Moreover, this guy is chatting and laughing, and he is obviously an extroverted player!

Is this good?

Of course it's very good. Everyone chats casually and talks casually...

But I am a casual victim...

Seeing me standing under the city wall looking up at the top of the city, 8000 and Xiaobai captured my hands in a crazy way. Then Sister Yu used the SLR to leave the "evidence" of my being taken.

If you want to enter Jimingyi, you have to buy a ticket. Each person is forty, and Sanhua squeezed me to the side without saying a word and then bought the ticket.

As soon as they entered, two people came over to ask if they wanted a tour guide, saying that they knew the origin and allusions of the ruins and knew how to get there more conveniently.

We came to find some historical traces of that year, so we naturally refused to let people explain it all the way. We got rid of the tour guide several times and several times.

After entering it, I realized that it had long become a house.

There are the most tiled houses inside, but occasionally you can see them that they are newly rebuilt new houses, most of which are imitated and the cost should be expensive.

The first ancient monument we encountered was the Confucian Temple, which enshrines the Emperor Wenchang, but we just walked in and walked out.

Yicheng is not small. At that time, Xuanfu was in front of him, and behind him was the capital. I guess it must be responsible for considerable tasks, such as hoarding supplies, providing food and accommodation for the interchangeable troops, etc.

The biggest feature in Yicheng is probably the antique shop, where tiles or stone lions are placed outside the shop.

The leader was very interested in this, and talked about the good things he had missed before, and regretfully said: If he had taken those things at that time, the one that was worth less than what it was worth.

Of course, his ambition was futile and melancholy, so he bought two pounding pestles made of old building wood to remember his mistakes.

There is a commanding yamen inside, next to it is where Cixi was when she ran away.

Of course we were not interested in seeing Cixi's residence. Instead, the commander's office went in and took a look, but there seemed to be people living inside, so we took photos on the steps.

Sister Yu sat in front and the men sat in the back. I took the pounding clothes and pestle and acted to knock on Sanhua's head. Then the leader's daughter left this picture with a SLR.

I like this casual atmosphere very much. No one has to deliberately do anything. It is natural to joke, just like the tacit understanding of several old friends who have been separated for a while and met again.

This is very good and makes me feel very relaxed.

The sun was pouring down, and Sister Yu was being clamored by everyone to pose in the Yima sculpture. The leader picked up her SLR and decided to show off her professionalism.

But this major disappeared in a few days!
Chapter completed!