When he saw a suspension bridge built between the two mountains, Duan Wenchang's previously surprised heart finally fell to the ground.

He has been in the court for decades and has had extraordinary experiences.

The construction of this tomb mountain has its own regulations, and the stone tablets of the imperial tomb contain large characters written by Duan Wenchang. This Yamamoto is not worthy of his surprise.

But literati are based on integrity and elegance, but they are worthy of praise, but exceeding the rules will bring about a catastrophe.

Duan Wenchang thought, stretched out his hand and patted Duan Yi on the shoulder, "It's ridiculous, it's stupid."

He said, squinting his eyes. When he got older, he liked to do this action, as if he could hide all the important thoughts contained in his eyes in the slit.

"I have a book called "Mujing" in my study. After I go back, you can take it to read it. Although I am not proficient in the construction of the Ministry of Works, I can talk about it any book I have read."

Duan Yi was slightly shocked and couldn't help but look at her grandfather Duan Wenchang a little.

When she asked Jiang's mother to find craftsmen to build the house, she became friends with craftsmen in Guan. When Mr. Qi was abused by Mr. Qi to the point of wanting to commit suicide, she relied on drawings with craftsmen in Guan and building bridges and roads everywhere to relieve her mood.

What's the solution? One can't beat the other, and the other can't beat the other, so I can only find another way.

They have limited money and cannot be used randomly. Jiannan is mostly steep and ridges with ridges and curves. It is not easy to build a stone bridge, so more suspension bridges are used. For example, this bridge on Duanjiafen Mountain was built by Duan Yi and the craftsmen of Guanguan.

After the cultivation was completed, it became convenient for the melons planted by Mr. Tieqi.

Practicing martial arts is a must-have for survival in troubled times, and learning literature is a teacher who pays attention to the door. However, Duan Yi’s favorite is really Duan Yi’s heart.

Others only thought that every lady was greedy for pleasure and could not suffer, but Duan Wenchang directly gave her the "Mujing" she had been thinking about.

As if he had seen through Duan Yi’s thoughts, Duan Wenchang added, “That was a book collection, and I have to return it to me.”

Duan Yi was stunned and immediately took back the praise in her heart! What a peerless old man!

Seeing her angry, Duan Wenchang shook his head amused, "Sixian, I'm ready, so I'll start worshiping my ancestors."

The ancestor worship was happening every year. When Duan Sixian heard this, he immediately looked calm and did not dare to look around anymore. He honestly took the sacrifice, set up the incense table, handed the three stigma incense to his father Duan Wenchang, and then took a step back obediently and stood behind him.

First, there are males, then female relatives.

Duan Yi looked at it and wanted to go into the pile of sisters, but Duan Wenchang stopped him, "Yi'er, please be by my side."

Duan Wenchang spoke lightly, but the group of people behind him looked at each other.

"Dad, Yi'er is a girl!" Duan Sixian couldn't help but speak.

During the Chinese New Year in the capital, a ancestral hall was opened to worship ancestors. The woman could not even enter the gate of the ancestral hall. How could Duan Yi, a girl, stand even higher than his father?

Duan Wenchang glanced at him, "When the Duan family asked Yi'er to guard the ancestral grave, she didn't think she was a girl."

It seems that the old man who stinged her to guard the ancestral grave back then!

The literati's mouth is a deceiving ghost.

Duan Wenchang was very powerful. He spoke confidently, and the people around his family dared not speak much. A group of people finished their sacrifices to their ancestors in a depressed manner, and Duan Yi still got on Duan Wenchang's carriage and returned to Qingyun Lane.

As it was almost noon, there were more and more people on the street. Duan Yi held her cheek and quietly looked at the people on the street.

Compared to the past, there are obviously many foreigners who speak foreign accents, most of whom have northern accents. The news of the old charlatan's death has spread, and many people gathered together and whispered gossip.

"Have you heard it? The blood on the ground and the hole in the chest are bigger than the salt jar in my house, so you can reach into your hand!"

"I've done something wrong! I heard that he is a vixen with six claws. I'll cook it and eat it!"

"You heard what you said? It's wrong! My second aunt's third nephew's uncle saw it with his own eyes. He said that he was an old god. After eating his flesh and blood, he could live forever! Where is the vixen..."

Duan Yi listened, with a speechless look on her face, and the more she spoke, the more she became more outrageous...

She thought, glanced at Duan Wenchang with her own light. Duan Wenchang sat upright, and was dozing with his eyes closed. Even though those words were clearly penetrated into his ears, he turned a deaf ear.

"Yi'er learned Gu's shooting skills? After the birthday gift, your grandfather taught you kung fu, I know."

As expected, Duan Wenchang touched his beard, squinted his eyes and suddenly spoke.

Duan Yi sneered in her heart, and she knew that it was impossible for her to become a Buddha and jump over the wall for no reason after being a little cabbage for so many years.

Whether Duan Wenchang's indulgence or politeness to her, he was just thinking about the Gu family standing behind her.

She thought, her eyes turned red slightly and her lips trembled slightly, "It turned out that I was seriously guilty that year, so I begged my grandfather to teach me some skills to strengthen my body. I learned some external shooting skills, but I was not named Gu, and I learned it a little late..."

Duan Wenchang sighed lightly and patted her on the shoulder again, "Don't be nervous, you can't write two paragraphs in one stroke. I am your grandfather, this is your father, that is your brother, everyone is looking forward to your good luck."

"Mingrui is a good child. When I encountered such a thing, my grandfather felt sad. Over the years, Master Chu has been treating your brother. I invited him to Jiannan. One is to go to Zhaojue Temple to discuss Buddhism, and the other is to have selfish intentions and want him to take a look at Mingrui."

Duan Wenchang said this and shook his head with a sigh, "I received a message from the government early this morning saying that Master Chu was killed last night."

He said, looking into Duan Yi's eyes.

Duan Yi looked surprised, "This is actually happening! I was thinking about the fact that I was not convenient for the ancestor worship today, so the master did not care about it. The people of Jincheng heard good stories about books. As they walked along the way, Yi thought that some new books had been released."

She said, turning her eyes, as if she suddenly remembered something, "The Master who taught me to read and read books often said that he had an old age with Master Chu. Grandfather, should I ask someone to tell him..."

Duan Wenchang looked at her deeply and nodded in pain.

"Mr. Qi has already known it, and he will take charge of the funeral. Mr. Chu has no children. If you count it, you have to call him a master and send him some birthdays and be mourned. You will not lose your etiquette."

"I originally thought that Jiannan Anning was a good place to retire. I didn't expect that such a thing happened, and I don't know which one..."

Duan Wenchang was halfway through his words, Duan Yi immediately took it up and nodded angrily, "I don't know where the jackals, tigers and leopards came from, but they were able to do this. Grandfather, father and younger brother, you have to bring more people when you go out in the future, don't go to that secluded place."

"There are many mountains in Jiannan. Last winter, the ferocious beast that could not find food went down the mountain to hurt people!"

Duan Ming, who had been sitting without saying anything, was like a quail, was so scared that he shivered and leaned against the wall of the carriage.

Duan Wenchang looked at Duan Ming, then looked at Duan Yi, narrowing his eyes and stopping talking.
Chapter completed!