Jiang Bao and Jiang Shichang have successively become officials. They are the ancestors of Guangzong, and they have built a magnificent octagonal pavilion in their hometown Fujimura. 16 The two men held thick nanmu columns, propped up the pavilion cover carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, and hung four gold-lettered plaques on their foreheads: "Looking at Tradition" facing south, "Father and Son Scholars" facing north, "Taishi Wenzhong" facing east, and facing west, which was magnificent. The pavilion cover is decorated with carvings and paintings, which is magnificent. Jiang Bao once boasted: "Everyone says that the height of the emperor's golden palace is less than half that of my pavilion." I don't know what to say. Someone played what Jiang Bao said to the emperor. Ah, dare to override long live and attempt rebellion? The emperor called Jiang Bao into the temple to ask about it. Jiang Bao was scared out in a cold sweat and denied it. The emperor thought that it was very important that Jiang Bao and his son assisted in state affairs and were respected by the prince.
"Long live the grandfather if you don't believe me, hope to send someone to test!"
The emperor thought, it is necessary to see for himself! So the emperor took the surveyor south along the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal by dragon boat, and Jiang Bao went home by land in a sedan chair. Along the way, Jiang Bao was so anxious that he didn't sleep all night. He didn't think about tea and rice, and his mind was full of pavilions: it was too late to rebuild if it was to be demolished! A catastrophe of genocide is coming.
At dusk, Jiang Bao's sedan chair stopped on the bridge. Jiang Bao asked, "Why doesn't the sedan chair go?"
"My Lord, there is a beggar across the bridge, and the sedan chair can't get through!"
Jiang Shangshu lifted the curtain and stepped down from the sedan chair. I saw a beggar with unkempt hair and dirty face lying in the middle of Taiding Bridge. There is a chamber pot beside his head, and a long-tailed maggot is dragged on the mouth of the night kettle. The head of the maggot has reached the mouth of the beggar Hanako. Where did you get such a long maggot? Jiang Bao is worthy of being a history. He thinks it's winter. This maggot ... he said to himself, "Are you Lu with two mouths?" The beggar opened his eyes and showed alarm. He got up and left with chamber pot. Jiang Shangshu refused to give up, and followed him all the way to Liangjia Village, dragging beggars and kneeling in the middle of the road, shouting: "Lu help, save the whole village!" The beggar looked up at the sky and laughed, "You really have a good eye. Tell you what, when you are in trouble, you can call Lv Chunyang to heaven three times, and he will help you. " Jiang Shangshu hurriedly threw himself on the ground. When he looked up, the beggar had disappeared.
The emperor's dragon boat is coming to Tengcun, and Jiang Shangshu and a group of people have already knelt beside the octagonal pavilion to pick up the boat.
The dragon boat leaned against the octagonal pavilion, and the surveyor erected a flower pole scale, measuring left and right. The octagonal pavilion is really three feet higher than the Golden Temple! When the emperor heard this, his eyes stared, and Jiang Shangshu fell to his knees in fear, secretly complaining: My life is over! Even more than my style. Family and the whole village, God ... Hey, he used his quick wits to shout in his heart. Suddenly he thought of Lv Chunyang, so he shouted to God:
"Lu help! Lu, help the Lebanese people! Lu Daxian, come and save Jiang Bao! "
He called Lu three times in a row, and his voice just fell when he heard the octagonal pavilion "crunch!" " "hey!" The deafening noise shook the earth, and the emperor thought that the octagonal pavilion was going to fall down, and his face changed greatly. After a noise, it's good to see the octagonal pavilion. Ask Jiang Bao: "What else do you have to say?"
Jiang Bao fell to the ground and said in a trembling voice, "I deserve to die a thousand times, but I must die innocently." The octagonal pavilion is really no higher than the Golden Temple. Please check and measure repeatedly. "
The emperor ordered the surveyor to measure again. One is left and the other is right. Strange, the octagonal pavilion is three feet shorter than the golden urn! The emperor didn't believe it, so he ordered the surveyor to measure it carefully. The octagonal pavilion is really three feet lower than the Golden Temple! It turns out that three loud noises just now shook the earth. It was Lv Chunyang who stepped three feet on the top of the octagonal pavilion and six feet on a Shangshu pavilion. Fujimura survived the genocide (according to people who have seen Fujimura Shangshu Pavilion, it is about as high as the Donghuamen Corner of the Forbidden City in Beijing). 70 miles southeast of Danyang City, there is a village called Tengcun. In the past, there was an octagonal pavilion by the Ludu River in this village. According to legend, it was built by Jiang Bao, the minister of rites in Wanli period of Ming Dynasty, and it was named Shangshuge.
Jiang Bao and Jiang Shichang have successively become officials. They are the ancestors of Guangzong, and they have built a magnificent octagonal pavilion in their hometown Fujimura. 16 The two men held thick nanmu columns, propped up the pavilion cover carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, and hung four gold-lettered plaques on their foreheads: "Looking at Tradition" facing south, "Father and Son Scholars" facing north, "Taishi Wenzhong" facing east, and facing west, which was magnificent. The pavilion cover is decorated with carvings and paintings, which is magnificent. Jiang Bao once boasted: "Everyone says that the height of the emperor's golden palace is less than half that of my pavilion." I don't know what to say. Someone played what Jiang Bao said to the emperor. Ah, dare to override long live and attempt rebellion? The emperor called Jiang Bao into the temple to ask about it. Jiang Bao was scared out in a cold sweat and denied it. The emperor thought that it was very important that Jiang Bao and his son assisted in state affairs and were respected by the prince.
"Long live the grandfather if you don't believe me, hope to send someone to test!"
The emperor thought, it is necessary to see for himself! So the emperor took the surveyor south along the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal by dragon boat, and Jiang Bao went home by land in a sedan chair. Along the way, Jiang Bao was so anxious that he didn't sleep all night. He didn't think about tea and rice, and his mind was full of pavilions: it was too late to rebuild if it was to be demolished! A catastrophe of genocide is coming.
At dusk, Jiang Bao's sedan chair stopped on the bridge. Jiang Bao asked, "Why doesn't the sedan chair go?"
"My Lord, there is a beggar across the bridge, and the sedan chair can't get through!"
Jiang Shangshu lifted the curtain and stepped down from the sedan chair. I saw a beggar with unkempt hair and dirty face lying in the middle of Taiding Bridge. There is a chamber pot beside his head, and a long-tailed maggot is dragged on the mouth of the night kettle. The head of the maggot has reached the mouth of the beggar Hanako. Where did you get such a long maggot? Jiang Bao is worthy of being a history. He thinks it's winter. This maggot ... he said to himself, "Are you Lu with two mouths?" The beggar opened his eyes and showed alarm. He got up and left with chamber pot. Jiang Shangshu refused to give up, and followed him all the way to Liangjia Village, dragging beggars and kneeling in the middle of the road, shouting: "Lu help, save the whole village!" The beggar looked up at the sky and laughed, "You really have a good eye. Tell you what, when you are in trouble, you can call Lv Chunyang to heaven three times, and he will help you. " Jiang Shangshu hurriedly threw himself on the ground. When he looked up, the beggar had disappeared.
The emperor's dragon boat is coming to Tengcun, and Jiang Shangshu and a group of people have already knelt beside the octagonal pavilion to pick up the boat.
The dragon boat leaned against the octagonal pavilion, and the surveyor erected a flower pole scale, measuring left and right. The octagonal pavilion is really three feet higher than the Golden Temple! When the emperor heard this, his eyes stared, and Jiang Shangshu fell to his knees in fear, secretly complaining: My life is over! Even more than my style. Family and the whole village, God ... Hey, he used his quick wits to shout in his heart. Suddenly he thought of Lv Chunyang, so he shouted to God:
"Lu help! Lu, help the Lebanese people! Lu Daxian, come and save Jiang Bao! "
He called Lu three times in a row, and his voice just fell when he heard the octagonal pavilion "crunch!" " "hey!" The deafening noise shook the earth, and the emperor thought that the octagonal pavilion was going to fall down, and his face changed greatly. After a noise, it's good to see the octagonal pavilion. Ask Jiang Bao: "What else do you have to say?"
Jiang Bao fell to the ground and said in a trembling voice, "I deserve to die a thousand times, but I must die innocently." The octagonal pavilion is really no higher than the Golden Temple. Please check and measure repeatedly. "
The emperor ordered the surveyor to measure again. One is left and the other is right. Strange, the octagonal pavilion is three feet shorter than the golden urn! The emperor didn't believe it, so he ordered the surveyor to measure it carefully. The octagonal pavilion is really three feet lower than the Golden Temple! It turns out that three loud noises just now shook the earth. It was Lv Chunyang who stepped three feet on the top of the octagonal pavilion and six feet on a Shangshu pavilion. Fujimura survived the genocide (according to people who have seen Fujimura Shangshu Pavilion, it is about as high as the Donghuamen Corner of the Forbidden City in Beijing).