Chapter 468: There are Mountains in Nanming

The one who opened the door was A Chong. When Zhu Lan asked him whether there was rain in his house, a look of confusion and bewilderment flashed across the boy's face.

"Rainwater...what should I collect rainwater for?" A Chong asked in confusion.

Zhu Lan was a little disappointed and was about to go to other villagers' homes to ask, but just as she turned around, she heard Ah Chong calling her from behind.

"Wait a minute!"

A Chong opened the door and let Zhu Lan in, then took her to the yard. There was a jar in the corner of the yard.

Ah Chong pointed at the jar and said:

"Grandma was going to use it to pickle vegetables. She asked me to take it out to dry in the sun yesterday, but it rained last night and I forgot to bring it back to the house. You can go and see for yourself."

Zhu Lan walked forward, picked up the jar with both hands, and immediately felt that it was heavy, which made him happy.

"What do you want this rain water for?" Ah Chong came over and asked curiously.

Zhu Lan smiled mysteriously and said that he would keep it secret for the time being. Ah Chong became even more curious, so Zhu Lan simply took him back to his home.

Along the way, she did not shake the jar, and returned home with steady steps. She let the rain water in the jar continue to sit for a while, and then carefully poured it into another white porcelain bowl.

When Ah Chong saw the two white porcelain bowls, his eyes widened.

This is the village chief’s treasure, and it was actually borrowed by Zhu Lan!

A Chong began to admire Zhu Lan a little bit.

There were two white porcelain bowls containing well water and rain water respectively. Zhu Lan went to a bright place to compare them.

Sure enough, the color of the well water was a bit darker. Without the contrast, ordinary people would not be able to see the difference at all.

Zhu Lan's idea was preliminarily confirmed. The corners of her lips rose slightly and she called A Chong to come over and take a look.

Ah Chong looked left and right, his eyebrows were almost knotted, and he finally said hesitantly:

"It seems... there is a little difference. The water in this well seems to be a little green?

Maybe my eyes are blurry..."

"You are not dazzled, you have to believe your eyes." Zhu Lan poured out the water, wiped the two porcelain bowls carefully, and wrapped them with cloth again.

Zhu Lan looked at Ah Chong and asked:

"When did your village start to be called 'Biquan Village'?"

Ah Chong was stunned by the question, "It should have been called this name all along, what's wrong with this name?"

After Ah Chong finished speaking, he seemed to understand Zhu Lan's meaning and said:

“Our village is surrounded by mountains. Whenever it rains, rainwater flows down from the mountains and finally gathers into the lake east of the village. The well in the village is also connected to the lake.

If you have been to that lake, you will know how beautiful it is, emerald green!

This is probably how our village got its name.”

"Have you never noticed that there's something wrong with the water?" Zhu Lan asked him with a slightly frown.

Ah Chong smiled and said, "What's the big deal? The lake water is all green, so the water scooped out is a little green. Isn't that normal?"

"I've never been out of the village, but all the lakes in the world... should be like this, right?"

Zhu Lan looked at him and said, "Have you ever thought about why the rain falling from the sky is colorless, but when it flows from the mountain into the lake, it becomes green?"

A Chong had never thought about this question before. He scratched his head and couldn't answer it.

"This... isn't important, right?"

Zhu Lan thought for a while, then said to Ah Chong in a deep voice: "Take me to see the lake."

…

Biquan Village is surrounded by mountains and cliffs on all sides, and the village is located in a valley.

A Chong brought Zhu Lan to the foot of a mountain. They climbed for half a day until their legs became weak, and then A Chong stopped.

"Okay, you can see it here."

Zhu Lan looked in the direction of his finger and was stunned.

On the other side of the mountain, there was indeed a lake. The water was exceptionally emerald green, like a piece of jade inlaid between the mountains, with a faint glow flowing through it.

Extremely beautiful, but abnormally beautiful.

One of the main reasons why ordinary lake water appears emerald green is that when sunlight hits the lake, the light is scattered. Compared with red light, blue and green light are more easily scattered, so the lake water often looks more green.

But the color of the lake in front of us is obviously not caused by light.

It was as if... someone dipped the tip of a pen into dye and gently drew it across the lake, causing it to spread.

Zhu Lan looked a little solemn, and he and A Chong went around to the other side of the mountainside and looked down at the entire Biquan Village.

After gazing for a while, Zhu Lan suddenly felt something flash through his mind, and the scene in front of him seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

"There is a mountain in the South Sea, named Bixuan. The mountain is surrounded by steep cliffs and there is a Bidan in the ground..."

Ah Chong heard Zhu Lan mumbling to herself and asked her curiously, "What are you talking about?"

Zhu Lan did not answer, but a smile gradually crept into her eyes. She stared at the scenery below the mountain for a long time, then spoke with certainty:

"I know what the 'curse' of your village is about."

…

The next morning, in the backyard of the county government office.

County Magistrate Kang Gaoyi was sitting at a stone table, drinking some wine and teasing a mynah bird in a cage.

The county magistrate ran in in a panic.

"Sir, someone has come to Biquan Village and said that Zhu Lan claimed to have broken the curse of the village and that the mountain god's blessing was all fake. Please go and take a look."

Kang Gaoyi was a little tipsy, and smiled when he heard this:

"There is no curse in that village, it's just a group of people who are suspicious and scare themselves.

I heard about this when I took office. In order to reassure people, I allowed them to continue to believe in the mountain god.

Let Zhu do whatever she wants, but don't disturb my peace."

County Magistrate:

"Sir, it was you who proposed that Biquan Village should worship the mountain god again. If the mountain god is fake, where is your dignity?"

Seeing that Kang Gaoyi was still drunk, the county magistrate stepped forward anxiously and blocked Kang Gaoyi's wine glass.

"My Lord! Have you forgotten that the counties of Nanzhou will report to the government office next month?

Biquan Village has been paying the "sacrifice tax" for many years. What will they do if they stop paying taxes in the future after being disturbed by the man surnamed Zhu?

The tax revenue of our county is only slightly lower than that of the neighboring Dong'an County. If we are outclassed by them this time, you will have no chance of promotion next year!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Kang Gaoyi seemed to have been triggered by a key word, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

"Yes, yes, you are right, how could I have forgotten this..."

Kang Gaoyi felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He immediately put down his wine glass and shouted to the outside:

"Come here, prepare the sedan chair and go to Biquan Village!"

(ps. According to the outline, there are still many plots to come, and the development routes of the protagonists will be written. But the recent book title test, the data is not ideal, and it may be required to be completed as soon as possible, so let's push the main line first. The plot of Lingnan is not complicated, and Lanlan's role during her demotion will be slightly less. It begins to lay the groundwork for the crown prince and the war that is about to begin. Hmm~

There will be readers who will be dissatisfied if the protagonist has too many scenes or too few, and it is difficult to satisfy everyone, so A-Mei will just write at her own pace, and I hope my dears will understand.)