In panic, Hangzhou City said everything. Among them, the saying of Buddha's birthday is the most popular. Because there are 32,000 Buddhas in total, 3,000 Chinese people believe in them, and on average, there are 100 birthdays every day, so there are more than 100 "Buddha's birthdays" every day...

The perpetrator of this chaos had no intention of remorse. Zhao Xing was climbing up to the bell stage with great enthusiasm and watching the newly cast big bell. He sighed regretfully and shook his head: "The bronze bell is still not loud enough... I had known that I should have made a purple gold bell, and that thing would be louder. What is missing? Our family doesn't lack copper, right!"

Zhao Xing's family had already arrived after hearing the sound. After hearing this, Azhu frowned and persuaded: "Officials, don't be too arrogant. If you use purple gold as a bell, it will be very popular. I'm afraid my family will not be able to live in peace every day..."

Chen Yiyi added: "Yes, yes, thieves can hear it, and they must not line up to come to my house."

Zhao Xing chuckled, then looked at the manor that was about to be completed with satisfaction. Seeing Zhao Qiner standing far away and looking at it, he asked in a bad mood: "I heard that the house where Zhan Miao lived is 6,000 square meters, and the manor built even has an arrow tower. I wonder if my castle is big in his house."

Azhu did not answer, and Yi Yi shook his head and said, "Zhan Miao's house is incomparable to Langjun's stone fort. The rich man who built the house is at most a large blue brick house. Our wall is so thick that he is envious."

Zhao Xing laughed and echoed: "When I went to the West, I heard from the West that a wall that is two meters thick is called a "wall", a wall that is less than two meters thick is called a "width", and a "lift" over three meters is called a "lift". It is said that the thicker the wall, it is not sunny in summer and cannot be frozen in winter, which saves the most heat escape and heating costs - well, some people call it "environmental house". Nowadays, our house is also considered an environmentally friendly house.

I can guess what wall the house built by Zhan Miao is made of, at most two bricks thick, maybe it is a wooden house. What he said - his wife, the first wife, Hubei. In my opinion, it is purely a show-off of a frog in the well. Perhaps his house is not as good as Chengjiaao."

Speaking of Chengjiaao, Azhu had the most say. She showed nostalgic expression on her face and recalled: "I heard that Chengjiaao had three buildings, all four floors, two round ones, with a square (that is, the modern 'Tujia Building') between them. I heard that there were fewer houses there, and they were terrible when they lived there. The square building was empty, and now it was all workshops."

Zhao Xing knew Azhu's thoughts, so he clapped his hands and changed the topic: "Okay, the construction of various places has ended these days, and the workers have been idle. Just so happens, we also built a big stone fort behind the slope to pick up Azhu's father to visit the house... I have been there for three years, and the family's industry is in chaos. I should sort it out during this period. Yi Yi, please settle the score with me and let Azhu make the decision on the new home."

Zhao Xing was busy sorting out his industry here, and Cheng Azhu was busy accepting projects without hesitation. After they finished this, they settled down and moved into the new house. Ten large guns had been cast in the cave. So, the group of Israel urged to load the ship and prepare to go to the new ship base in Hainan.

At the same time, there was a big stir outside the castle. Five days have passed since Jieshu left, and the rain has not yet fallen in Hangzhou.

On this day, Jieshu finally prepared the rain sacrifice and rushed to invite Zhao Xing to participate.

The altar is located by the West Lake. Zhao Xing's home is about near the modern Songcheng. It is about eight kilometers away from the West Lake. It belongs to the city of Hangzhou at that time. According to the traffic conditions of the Song Dynasty, it took two hours to rush over.

Walking on the road, Zhao Xing was still wondering why Hangzhou has a history of drought. It is said that West Lake is about to bottom out. In his memory, he can't remember that drought can reach Hangzhou in thousands of years of history. He couldn't help it and asked Jie Shu: "Pingzhong, Hangzhou has become like this. What's the situation in other places?"

Jie Shu was sitting in the official sedan chair and sweating profusely. He wiped his sweat while answering: "Yes, this is strange. There is no drought in other places except Hangzhou. I have reported several memorials in succession, and people in the court did not believe that Hangzhou would have drought."

After Jie Shu finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Xing suspiciously.

Could it be that the rumor is right? This person has built a large-scale construction in Hangzhou and built some statues of monsters, ghosts, monsters, gods, and gods. Could it be that this person has really damaged Feng Shui?

Even Jie Shu had such a guess, you can imagine what people in Hangzhou were thinking.

If Zhao Xing hadn't come from modern times, he would have believed that he was guilty. Because he felt incredible - how could Hangzhou, which was rich in rain, get drought.

He didn't know that in the second year of Yuanyou, the climate in the entire Song Dynasty was abnormal. Since a sudden heavy snowfall in Bianliang City in February, the abnormal climate suddenly increased: sudden heavy rainstorms in arid places; and in places with good weather, the rivers suddenly bottomed out...

Unfortunately, there is no earthquake or locust plague yet. If this happens, it has nothing to do with Zhao Xing. According to ancient people, locust plague and flood earthquake are both one of the "five virtues", which is a disaster caused by the lack of morality of the emperor or a senior official in the Political Affairs Hall.

When Jie Shu led Zhao Xing to the altar, the neighbors in Hangzhou had been waiting for a long time. Zhao Xing's arrival caused a glare. Fortunately, Zhou Bangshi was still in the crowd. He bowed and greeted Zhao Xing and introduced the nearby gentry to Zhao Xing, which at least eased the opposition.

Hangzhou was a place with personal literature in the Song Dynasty. There were all high-ranking officials in this state. I found an old lady in the countryside, who was a knowledgeable and talented person. After meeting someone, a man selling incense was shouted at the stage: "Master Zhao, after your manor was closed, the old man has never visited you again. There are nothing built there, so no one is allowed to see it. I heard from the monks in Baochu Pagoda that you ring the bell a few days ago, right?"

Zhao Xing was a little unhappy - why should I let you see my house?

But can the incense seller in the Song Dynasty offend? Historical records show that the knowledge of the famous scholar Wu Gai and Wu Daojie came from the Fushunjian. Wu Gai was a famous scholar who was well-versed in the Six Classics and was known as the "gentleman of virtue".

Zhao Xing endured it! He stood up the altar and ignored it.

The incense seller shouted that he had received a servant and a hat maker around him. They said in unison: "Yes, yes, great official, you build that strange-shaped round building and circle a large area. It was nothing at all, but some people said that you had broken the Feng Shui of Hangzhou City. What exactly did the great official build in the yard? Can we open our eyes?"

The servants and hat makers also came to chatter. Why, their right to speak was not represented by others? How dare they roar to the officials?

This is really a depressing dynasty. Even servants and hatches cannot offend this dynasty.

It is said that Zhang Yi, a famous Guanxue scholar, was a servant. While helping others, he taught himself. His knowledge was finally appreciated by Cheng Yi and was accepted as a disciple of Guanzhong. Later, he even carried the banner of Guanzhong Neo-Confucianism and listed it as the "Two Saints of Neo-Confucianism" with Zhu Xi.

It is said that there was also a hat maker named Wu Weng, Raozhou (now Boyang, Jiangxi Province), known as "Wu Shahaha", who "had acquainted with all the students every day, and looked at them all, and admired them all." In the end, he achieved great success in his studies and taught a famous scholar Ren Jun. "Jun was young and alert, and he was enlightened in classics..."

The phenomenon of talented people everywhere in the Song Dynasty made the gap in identity levels far less obvious than other dynasties, so Zhao Xing could only be kind.

"My family did not start building a house today, but started building four years ago," Zhao Xing explained patiently: "Why did I not see the feng shui in Hangzhou four years ago when I started construction, but I saw it this year? Humph, if it was not raining, it would be the feng shui. Haha, I came from the capital. When I entered the imperial examination hall, it happened to be heavy snow. I heard that before that, Bianliang City had not seen heavy snow in spring for more than ten years. Could it be that the feng shui of Bianliang City was also broken? Why did it be corrupt this year? Who was corrupted?"

The hat maker touched his beard under his chin and replied wisely: "Ah, the adults were taking the exam in the capital, and it was rare heavy snowfall in the capital. What do you say? Ah..."

The hat maker said meaningfully and winked at the people around him. The servant and the fragrant man nodded meaningfully.

Jie Shu interrupted: "Don't be nonsense. Bianliang City has 20,000 candidates for the exam. Brother Zhou Nanbo has just returned from the capital to take the exam. Why is that snow falling on the heads of the people?"

Zhao Xing was so upset that he looked at the Dragon Prince who was scattered on the stage and said slowly: "In fact, it will rain, and it has nothing to do with personal efforts. No matter how much effort a mediocre person can use, it will not rain or not."

There was a roar below, and Zhao Xing did not turn around. He looked at the grass dragon and suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he squinted his eyes and began to think about it.

Five days ago, my sea boat suffered a storm in the South Ocean. According to the crew, this should be a typhoon. Now it is the season of frequent typhoons, and every hurricane will bring a lot of rain... In other words, heavy rainstorms are about to fall in Hangzhou City.

A typhoon lasted for more than ten days. Five days ago, the sea boat encountered a storm in the Qiongzhou waters. In these five days, according to the wind speed, the typhoon should also arrive.

At this point, Zhao Xing looked up at the sky. The sky was still so stuffy, but he was used to walking in the sea and could smell a scent of the fishy smell from the stuffy air.

The noise in the audience became louder and louder. Zhao Xing suddenly raised his right hand and roared: "Come on the knife!"

The noise behind him came to an abrupt end.

In the stunned silence of the fellow villagers who were worshiping the rain, Zhao Xing slowly pulled out the knife. The sharp blade was like a bright moon in the sun, smooth and unsightly. He held the knife and strode to the stage. At this time, Zhao Xing looked calm. The strong man on the stage who was preparing to dance dragons quickly flashed to the side when he saw the knife in his hand.

The passage is moved open.

Jie Shu stood behind Zhao Xing, and he felt something was wrong when the latter drew his sword. However, Zhao Xing was already tall and strong, and when he drew his sword, he was even more vicious. Jie Shu moved his feet and did not dare to come forward to stop him.

Zhou Bangshi is familiar with Zhao Xing, but he had heard some rumors long ago and knew that Zhao Xing was usually kind, and once he decided to take action, he would "do it without mercy, no one can stop him." So he quickly jumped off the stage and bowed to Zhao Xing on the stage frequently, resolutely not making any sound.

Zhao Xing held the knife and pointed at the head of the grass dragon with the tip of the knife, cursing: "Where have you been lazy? Since the beginning of spring, the rain has not fallen, and I have been blamed. Today I come to worship you, and I have given you a lot of face. Now I warn you, don't make me angry, I'm angry, I will peel off your scales and make you feel uncomfortable with me..."

After scolding, Zhao Xing raised his knife, cut off one corner of the dragon's head with one knife, and shouted sternly: "Today, I'll cut off one corner of your head, I'll punish you, I won't rain for three days, and behead you will beheaded."

The dragon horn that was scattered by grass rolled to the ground, and Zhao Xing kicked the audience. A scream from the audience made a scream, and a clearing of the sky was immediately freed up at the corner of the dragon. Before the people could react, Zhao Xing looked gloomy and did not insert the knife back into the sheath. He stepped off the stage with great strides and left the rain sacrifice scene without looking back.

Dragon Prince, who dares to offend? Zhao Xing dares! He even pointed at the Dragon Prince's nose and cursed, and cut off one of the horns of the Dragon King.

The people at the scene suddenly panicked. Some knelt on the ground and begged hard, some were like a bereaved mother crying, some were scared and some were at a loss.

Zhou Bangshi woke up after Zhao Xing left. He hurriedly approached Jieshu and asked anxiously: "Sir, what should I do?"

Jie Shu was a little dazed. It has been so many years since I had never heard of anyone who dared to cut off the Dragon Prince's horns when sacrificing dragons. Such boldness and arrogance are unheard of.

After Zhou Bangshi urged him repeatedly, Jie Shu could recall it. After thinking about it again, I had to cover up this matter. As soon as Zhao Xing came back, Jie Shu clearly showed his brotherly signs and voluntarily joined the Shu Party.

Being a party and a party means sharing weal and woe.

Jie Shu turned his eyes and saw Zhou Bangshi's look of expectation in his eyes. He remembered that Zhou Bangshi had returned on the same boat as Zhao Liren, so he couldn't hesitate and quickly expressed his opinion: "Let's just do this, just use this hornless Dragon King to sacrifice the rain, why are you still standing there? Dance quickly."

It is said that the custom of the Dragon Dance King emerged from Hangzhou. Legend has it that there was a woman named Miao in Hangzhou. She gave birth to a white dragon, so the custom of ceremonializing the White Dragon King was established in Hangzhou. Later, the white dragon gradually evolved into a white snake, which is the original source of "The Legend of the White Snake".

The villagers just raised the white dragon, and suddenly someone shouted in the crowd: "The wind is blowing!"

Jie Shu was stunned for a moment, and he quickly raised his eyes to observe the flag on the top of the flagpole. It turned out that the flag was hanging lazily in the hot weather, and there was some signs of fluttering.

Jie Shu felt unbelievable. He looked at Zhou Bangshi and asked in surprise: "Is it really windy? Are my eyes blurry?"

Zhou Bangshi was trembling all over, and he said tremblingly: "It seems to have moved, it was floating just now."

The following situation convinced everyone that the wind was indeed blowing.

First, a breeze blew, and the flags swayed slightly. Then the wind became stronger and stronger. The dust and sand were flying at the rain sacrifice site, and the sky suddenly became dark.

Several villagers on the rain sacrifice platform were trembling with the rain sacrifice signs. The legs of the dragon dancers were weak, so they raised the dragon. When the strong wind blew, and with panic, many people patronized the sticks that grabbed the dragon's body. In an instant, under the strong wind, the grass dragon was dismembered by the strong man running in a panic, leaving only the wooden sticks, and the straw that weaved the dragon was swept up to the sky by the strong wind.

Zhou Bang's trembling caused Jie Shu, and Jie Shu's lips trembled: "What did I see? Why is it so powerful? People say that one day is in heaven and one year underground. Then the dragon horn was cut off. The news spread to the heavenly court. I'm afraid it will take several days, why..."

Zhou Bangshi looked around again. The squire around him had already been swept by the strong wind. They turned their heads to find shelter from the rain. Only he and Jie Shu were left behind the stage. Zhou Bangshi then woke up and pulled Jie Shu: "Master, take shelter from the rain."

"Hide the rain, get away from the rain!" Jie Shu woke up and hurriedly walked off the stage with Zhou Bangshi's support, muttering: "Is this still a human? God, he is not a human!"

Zhao Xing walked fast, and when he arrived home, the heavy rain had poured down. At this time, a big hole seemed to have been poked in the sky. Raindrops did not fall down one by one, but formed water columns. It seemed that someone had opened a faucet in the sky, and the rainwater falling on the ground gathered into a turbulent stream, and then formed a big river, surging and turbulent.

Jiao Chu greeted Zhao Xing with an umbrella at the entrance of the yard. They rushed to the high ground before stopping. Zhao Xing turned around and looked at the stream in the yard and shouted gladly: "This shower will not stop for three to five days. The yard is muddy and I can't do it anymore. Fortunately, we have completed all the civil and architectural buildings. We should do interior decoration in the past few days due to the heavy rain... By the way, how about the drainage canal in the yard?"

Jiao Tu couldn't answer this matter, and he still had to find Cheng Shuang, who was responsible. After being called, Cheng Shuang reported immediately: "There is no problem with drainage. We were covered with open channels and ditches that were watering flowers and trees in the yard, and several half-person-high ceramic pipes communicated into the river. Not to mention this kind of rain, it would be even more heavy. After the rain stopped, there would be no water in the yard."

"That's good," Zhao Xing looked at the heavy rain and said leisurely: "This rain is also a scene, haha, bring wine."

Cheng Shuang was a little too early to be happy. The rain lasted for more than three days, and it continued for ten days. For ten days, the low-lying areas in the courtyard were filled with yellow soup, which was muddy and difficult to walk. Fortunately, the cement roads built by Zhao Xing were of good quality. These flat cement roads connected the courtyards together. It was not difficult to walk through them, but after leaving these flat roads, they could not move at all.

When the heavy rain first fell, Zhao Xing was still interested in leading Azhu and Yiyi to stay in the pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard to enjoy the rain scene and inspect the quality of the project. By the tenth day, everyone lost interest. At this moment, the continuous heavy rain made the firewood and grass wet and did not light the fire. Even boiling water and cooking became difficult. The wet and cold air at night, coupled with the continuous drizzle outside the window, made the newly pasted window screens vomit, and everything was turbulent.

Azhu was forced to take out the fox fur, and everyone had begun to put on winter clothes. At noon that day, Zhao Xing and his disciples checked the water accumulation in the courtyard and stopped at the pavilion in the mountain. He looked at the sky with heavy rain and planned with his disciples: "Remember the water accumulation in the courtyard. In the future, the lawn must be replanted. Any areas with soil must be covered with green grass, otherwise the heavy rain will pour out, which will cause mudslides..."

As he was speaking, the figures of two servants trekking down the hillside came into view. Zhao Xing moved and wanted to go down to help, but when he saw the heavy rain outside the pavilion, he sighed and stayed in the pavilion without moving.

This pavilion is an ancient Greek-style stone pavilion. However, when the Song people talk about ancient Greek styles, they may not understand it, but if they say it is a Northern Wei style stone pavilion, they all understand it. Because during the Northern Wei Dynasty, this Byzantine-style flat-top stone pavilion supported by huge Roman pillars was also popular in northern China.

The waterproofing treatment of the stone pavilion is very good. People stay in this rectangular stone corridor. Although it rains heavily outside, there is no rain star in the pavilion. Zhao Xing is unwilling to go out, so he watched the two men trek into the pavilion.

The servants who were trekking in the rain had only breathing strength. Cheng Xia poured out two glasses of light wine from the wine pot she carried with her for the two of them to drink. After the two servants drank, they moved their hands and feet again before they remembered the serious business and reported: "Mr. In the visit, the magistrate was here to roast the fire in the gatehouse. Also accompanying Lord Zhou Bangshi and Lord Tongzong Sun."

Zhao Xing looked at the rain outside the pavilion and said hesitantly: "Please come here, hurry up and find a few charcoal braziers, raise a few charcoal fires around, and then make some wine and food. I and a few adults here to enjoy the rain and drink."

The servants showed a look of embarrassment - it was so difficult to carry the official sedan chairs of several adults in such heavy rain.

Seeing them hesitate, Cheng Xia urged him sternly: "Why don't you go quickly."

Even if you are embarrassed, you have to do it. Who told Zhao Xing to pay the servants a lot of wages? After a while, several servants struggled to carry the official sedan chairs of several adults to the pavilion. At this time, more than ten bamboo charcoal stoves had been lit in the pavilion, and a Japanese girl was kneeling beside each of them. They were holding round fans and fanning the fire. More than ten glass lamps illuminated the pavilion. Beautiful maids, warm stoves, and crystal lamps baked the fine wine to exude an attractive aroma, making the atmosphere in the pavilion ambiguous and untouchable.

Jie Shu got off the sedan chair and didn't care that he was soaked all over. He threw himself in front of Zhao Xing, grabbed Zhao Xing's hand, and said in a speechless manner: "Li Ren, this rain cannot fall again. The houses in the west of the city have fallen, and there are disaster victims in the houses in all villages. This rain... cannot fall again."

When they came, Zhao Xing was still feeling distressed when he looked at the fire. This was his last little bamboo charcoal reserve. His house was large and he consumed a lot of charcoal. He could not use coal like Bianliang City. After the continuous heavy rains, the workers had already started to burn wood to keep warm. When the banquet was over, he probably would have to split the furniture and cook.

When Zhao Xing heard Jie Shu's crying, he was a little amused. This guy really regarded me as the god of rain. It was going to rain, so how could I stop the rain just like I turned off the faucet... I am still annoyed now.

"Ping Zhong, I can't decide this matter," Zhao Xingyu answered earnestly.
To be continued...