The oranges were distributed layer by layer, and the number of the sergeants and civil and military personnel together was only two thousand, so after a while, there were still many left. And just as the Zhao Guan family was about to give the remaining number to the family members of the civil and military personnel who were accompanying them, they suddenly heard that

There was a commotion on the shore. It was the news coming from the river, which attracted nearby residents to come to the ferry to look for Zhao Guan's family, asking for oranges for good luck this year.

Naturally, Zhao Guanjia had nothing to say, so he waved his hand again and placed the remaining half of the oranges at the South Bank Ferry for distribution. Everyone, young and old, could receive one.

However, after all, oranges are just a casual fruit and are not valuable in Huainan. Everyone just joins in the fun to see Zhao Guan's house. Many people don't eat them at all after receiving them, but keep them in their arms, preparing to use them to get a reward.

That’s all.

Therefore, after a short while, Zhao Guan's house finished its pretense and was about to get up to have a serious meal. But as soon as he raised his head, he saw a bright moon above his head, bright and clean, hanging on the Xia Shi mountain in front, like a bright lamp hanging high, shining again down the river.

His heart moved slightly, so he sat back down again. Then, up and down the river, everyone saw the official sitting upright on the bow pick up an orange again, carefully peeled off half of it, pushed out the petals from the bottom, and then picked up the orange again.

He opened the lantern beside him, took out the remaining candles that were almost burnt out, and put them into the oranges. Then he stood up again and walked to the side of the ship in public.

Everyone understood, and Feng Yi urgently called for a boat to meet him. He asked Yang Yizhong to help the officials carefully get off the boat, then put the orange lantern on the Huai River and let it drift with the current to the east of Xiashi Mountain.

In other words, such behavior is actually quite wasteful during the journey, because a light is no big deal, but at this time the officials are doing it under the spotlight, they are afraid of attracting imitations and wasting their time. Therefore, the three ministers and

The other important officials who arrived after hearing Xun frowned secretly.

However, since Zhao Guan's family put the lantern on the river and turned the boat back, they looked eastward at the sparks drifting east and sighed: "I came in a hurry and couldn't wait for the Bagongshan Cemetery to be built for sacrifices. It's just a waste of time and food for the soldiers."

Dead souls."

The surrounding civil and military officials became awe-inspiring under the influence of the three ministers.

However, the surrounding sergeants and the people on the shore may have heard this and knew that the officials were offering sacrifices to Pao Ze, who died in the battle at Bagong Mountain. Perhaps they did not know why, and thought that the officials were enjoying themselves with the people, but they all followed suit... I didn't eat the oranges.

Naturally, I went with the flow and borrowed what I ate from others. Those who had candles used candles. Those who didn't had candles put some oil. They stuffed some random twisters. If they couldn't even find oil, they simply put some in it.

Dry pine branches were also lit and pushed into the water.

In the end, even Yang Yizhong, who had always been steady, ran down in person, set off a few orange lanterns in front of the officials, and even threw something into the river.

In short, just a moment later, there were thousands of streams of light, dots of stars, swaying eastward along the Huaihe River, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, just like a dream.

After waiting for a while, I saw the light gradually disappearing, leaving only the bright moon above. Many civil servants and poets who had previously thought that the officialdom was a waste felt dejected. A few people even thought of the past days before Jingkang, and felt as if they were here.

In the dream, I even covered my face and cried secretly, which was in sharp contrast with the excited people on the shore.

As for Zhao Jiu and Zhao Guanjia, they felt completely at peace at this time, so they didn't think much about it. They simply picked up a big orange, held it in their arms, and went down to the cabin to eat.

As the saying goes: The snow washes away the dust and the wind leaves the clouds behind.

Who writes the tragic story of crossing into the tower at night?

The lakes and seas have always been heroic, and the rivers and mountains are now beautiful, sitting and waiting for congratulatory drinks.

Fortunately, in a place where cranes roared, the general defeated the invaders.

Recalling those days, Zhou and Xie, the prosperous Spring and Autumn Period.

Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, but the sachet was still unopened, and she traveled freely because of her good deeds.

The sun is falling on Chibijijitou, and the bright moon is shining over the Fei River, which makes people sad.

I wanted to ride on the wind and saw floating light flowing again.
Chapter completed!