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1 大 Tang Dynasty Lychee Smile 大唐荔枝笑 Liangshan Funny Pine梁山搞笑松18k WordsCompleted 2Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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I want to eat lychees. Ma Boyong's "Lychee in Chang'an" fan short story "Lychee Smiling in the Tang Dynasty" is online. The first lychee messenger on the Internet to flirt with Li Bai and the imperial concubine. Netizens say that lychees from Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty were transported from Yang Guifei's hometown in Sichuan. This short story was persuaded to change the route from Sichuan to Chang'an. Netizens said that pigeons can also send lychees. After testing it, they changed it to pigeons to send lychees. It also became the first story on the Internet to use carrier pigeons to send lychees, as well as the drama of the eagle. The pigeons and eagles are flying in the sky, and the effect is excellent when viewed in an IMAX-3D cinema. It feels good to include it, and it is also an element of my ideal {short story movie}. "Lychees in Chang'an" only has Du Fu. Why is Li Bai missing from the poet? I added Li Bai into it and wrote a poem. "The Lychee of Chang'an" only deals damage from assassins. In this short story of mine, not only did I kill the assassin to relieve my anger, I also used the Japanese warrior ninja to counterattack and relieve my anger! The saint's face is not seen in "Chang'an's Lychee". This short story not only teases Gao Lishi, but also teases the saint and the sinister and arrogant An Zhenshan, which is a wonderful word. There is also a scene where the protagonist competes with An Renshan and Hu Xuanwu, which is very cool. "Chang'an Lychees" doesn't have the feeling of first love, but this short story has a lovely girl in first love. "Chang'an's Lychees" has been released. This short story is about 18,000 words, and a 30,000-word preview will be published first. The following is the approximately 3,000-word text of "Lychee Laughter in the Tang Dynasty": On September 1, the 14th year of Tang Tianbao, the moon was sparse. In a bamboo house in Lingnan, Li Shande, who had been a lychee envoy, signed another contract to deliver lychees. Li Shande once vowed not to send lychees anymore and to enjoy his old age in peace. But here he was crying while signing the contract, and the people around him also wiped away tears. Why are you crying? The lychees can be delivered by horses or boats, but by pigeons. This weird way of delivering lychees is the first of its kind. But if you fail to do things for the saint, you will lose your head. Can you not cry? He Luguang, the general manager of the Five Lingnan Prefectures, pushed the yellowed contract to the center of the table and rapped his knuckles on the paper: "Brother Shande, your brother Li Shancai has accumulated great virtue by signing this." He raised his eyes and glanced at the dejected man opposite, and raised his eyebrows, "Shancai's silk business in the Western Regions was completely lost, and the casino owes a lot of debt. You know this well."​ Li Shande rubbed his calloused hands, rubbing the edges of the contract with his fingertips, and there was some dust on the rough cloth cuffs: "Master He, Shancai is my brother from the same mother. He is thirty-five this year, and he has not even got a serious marriage." His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his voice became tight, "If he can really get rid of those debts, and get the Lingnan sea view house and a thousand taels of silver, he will be able to start a family and start a business." Your words must be taken into account, and you can't lie to our brothers." "Don't worry." He Luguang leaned back on the bamboo chair, and the corners of his brocade robe swept the green bricks on the ground, picking up some dust. "To be honest, the saint has made a decree. If the lychee is delivered smoothly, I will be promoted to the next level. This reward is nothing but a drop in the bucket." Li Shancai, who had been sitting with his head down, suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and his eye sockets were sunken deeply: "Master He, the contract says that the concubine cherishes the people's power and does not use horses to deliver lychees. So what should I use to deliver them? You can't rely on people's backs, right?"​ He Luguang picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. The water vapor blurred the fine lines in the corners of his eyes: "The saint has an idea. Seeing that the pigeons in the palace can deliver letters, the imperial concubine said that pigeons can be used to deliver lychees. When they are sent to Chang'an, she will play a letter delivery game with these pigeons to relieve her boredom." Li Shande reached out and patted his brother's back, and pressed his rough palm on his shoulder. The two of them were leaning against each other, and their suppressed cries sounded low in the small room, carrying indescribable grievances.​ He Luguang waited until their cries subsided, then cleared his throat and continued: "Shancai is now in debt, and his creditors block the door every day. There is no other choice. The route has been planned. From the imperial concubine's hometown of Fuzhou in Bashu to Chang'an, a horse can travel two thousand miles in three days. Pigeons fly fast, and it is estimated that it will take two days." How to calculate the expenses? You can't let me pay for it myself." "The saint has already arranged it." He Luguang stretched out his fingers and counted it, "You have to collect and train the pigeons and prepare them within four days. The lychees must be delivered to the saint on time on October 1, Tianbao's 14th year." Li Shancai clenched his fist and smashed it on the table. The wooden table made a dull thud and the teacups on the table shook: "Even if you are willing to cut yourself off, a donkey cart can turn into a horse carriage! In order to pay off the debt and for the face of the family, I will fight hard!" He grabbed the pen, dipped it in ink, and signed his name crookedly at the end of the contract. The ink seeped through the back of the paper. Li Shande then picked up the pen and solemnly signed the pledge at the guarantor's place.​ Early in the morning on September 2nd, Li Shande hurriedly found He Luguang and handed over a written pigeon transfer order: "All farmers who raise pigeons should hand over the best pigeons at home to the government. They will be paid after the saint has rewarded the money. If you dare to hide the good pigeons and refuse to hand over, once discovered, the tax will be doubled next year."​ Li Shancai listened on the sidelines, his brows furrowed, and the corners of his mouth turned down: "The pigeon breeders take out the good pigeons and never get a penny in cash. If the pigeons die on the road, the government doesn't offer compensation. Isn't this a trick? There is no such truth." Complaining is just complaining, he himself is still carrying a lot of debt, and he really can't care about others. I can only concentrate on training the pigeons and get up before dawn every day to work. First, let the pigeons hang lychees on their paws. If they can't carry two lychees, they will be reduced to one. The iron box was too heavy for the pigeons to fly, so it was replaced with a wooden box and finally an ultra-thin bamboo box. If you add water in the bamboo box to avoid leakage and spoil the lychees, use small pieces of ice to keep them fresh.​ The pigeons carrying the lychees were heavier than usual when delivering letters. They flew slowly and low at first, and some even fell before they could fly very far. After two days of practice, most pigeons slowly adapted and were able to fly stably with the bamboo box. Li Shande collected two thousand homing pigeons, and it was still very hot in September. The journey from Lingnan to Fuzhou was 2,500 miles and took five days. The sun was very strong along the way. The pigeons were so hot and thirsty that eight hundred of them died. In the end, only one thousand two hundred were left, fluttering their wings and falling feebly in the pigeon coop in Fuzhou. Li Shancai looked at the wilted pigeons in the shed, squatted on the ground and counted them again and again, feeling heavy in his heart. He reached out and grabbed a pigeon and touched the crop. It was dry and without any water. The breeder next to him handed over the water bowl: "Boss Li, these pigeons need to have a good rest for two days, otherwise I'm afraid they won't be able to sustain the work ahead." Li Shancai nodded, his voice a little tired: "Feed more millet and water, take care of it carefully, and don't make any more mistakes." He stood up and patted the dirt on his pants, looking at the sky in the distance, thinking about the remaining days. There are not many days until October 1st, and there is still a long road ahead. The clerk sent by He Luguang came over at this time, holding the account book in his hand: "Boss Li, Mr. He asked me to ask about the progress, and check the expenses for these days." Li Shancai took the account book and flipped through it, frowning more tightly: "The money for buying ice and bamboo boxes is a lot more, how do you calculate it?" The clerk curled his lips: "Master He said, as long as the lychees can be delivered on time, this little money is nothing. Hurry up and check the following route again to make sure there are no mistakes." Li Shancai returned the account book to the clerk and said nothing. He knew that it was useless to say anything now, he could only bite the bullet and move forward. He turned around and walked into the dovecote, picked up a bamboo box, weighed it, put a lychee inside, and some crushed ice. The breeder next to him sighed: "These pigeons are suffering too. They can't do a good job of delivering letters, but they have to carry these lychees." Li Shancai didn't answer, but silently put the pigeons in bamboo boxes. He knew in his heart that this errand was not only related to his debt, but also related to his brother's guarantee, and there was no room for sloppiness. He looked at the flapping wings of the pigeons and had only one thought in his mind: he must deliver the lychees to Chang'an on time. On September 7, Li Shancai and his party arrived in Fuzhou. As soon as the pigeons were settled, Yang Xuanye, the judge of Jiedushi, sent someone to summon him. He straightened his clothes and walked quickly into the government office. "Judge Yang, the concubine of the saint has an order to send lychees this time. We need to mobilize carrier pigeons." Li Shancai cupped his hands and said in a respectful tone, "I wonder if you could please issue an order to recruit pigeons and mobilize two thousand carrier pigeons?" Li Shancai's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took a step forward: "Judge Yang, if you send lychees to Chang'an this time, I will definitely be able to meet Concubine Yang. I will say a few more kind words for you in front of her, and I'm sure you can be promoted to the third level." Yang Xuanye's eyes suddenly lit up, and he leaned forward: "Okay, okay!" He rubbed his hands and put a smile on his face, "I haven't had a chance to talk to the imperial concubine's cousin for a long time. She may have forgotten about me. Brother Shancai, don't forget to say nice words in front of her. The pigeon recruitment order is a trivial matter!" The pigeon recruitment order from Fuzhou was posted on the same day. By noon of the next day, September 8, all two thousand homing pigeons were gathered together, and together with the remaining ones, there were a total of three thousand two hundred. Li Shancai looked at the densely packed pigeons in the pigeonhouse and smacked his lips: "My dear, you have the right to be six." He cleared his throat and shouted to the gathered pigeon masters: "The saint has a purpose, and the pigeon masters cheer me up! A hundred people on the left followed me, taking 1,600 pigeons with them from Fuzhou to Xixiang to train the pigeons to carry lychees home." "The pigeon captain is out!" "Here!" A lean man took a step forward, his chest straight.​ Li Shancai pointed to the pigeons on the other side: "You take 1,600 pigeons and go straight to the Chang'an pigeon farm. Take good care of the pigeons on the way, protect them from the heat and give them plenty of water. When you get to Chang'an, immediately train them to carry lychees back to the nest, do you hear me?" "Yes!" The pigeon captain responded with enthusiasm. Early in the morning on September 9th, Captain Pigeon set off with the team. Sixteen carriages were loaded with pigeons, and ten carriages were carrying a hundred pigeon masters. There were twenty-six carriages in total, lined up in a long line on the dirt road.​ Li Shancai's motorcade also set off, its route was from Fuzhou to Dianjiang, and its target was Xixiang County.

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Everything is fine chaff. After reading it, my spiritual state is directly improved.

3 西 Notes from the Western Expedition 西征随笔 Wang Jingqi汪景祺Historical35k WordsCompleted 9Reads7.9Score—Shelves

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I really enjoy reading literary works [The Master of Sparrow Food]

7 第 The Third Time We Said Goodbye 第三次讲再见 Fei Yi Fei Fei非衣非斐Urban310k WordsOngoing 3Reads—Score—Shelves

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The truth of art comes from the reality of life. The moonlight is like water. You should feel empathy and inspiration after reading it... My father has gone on a yellow crane. Goodbye will never be seen again...