Water Margin people

Chapter 671
"Ha ha!"

Sun Lei led a large army on horseback to receive the cheers from the people on both sides of the road.

Everyone was well-dressed, straightened their backs, and led the team as if they were being inspected.

The Liangshan army was almost entirely composed of the surrounding villagers. Many soldiers saw their parents and relatives on both sides of the road, and they felt extremely honored, and each of them cheered up.

The army passed through Liangshan Town all the way, and came to the barracks by the water.

"Pass down the order, a big banquet tonight, distribution of military pay and rewards tomorrow, a five-day holiday, and go home to rest!"

Looking at the neatly lined up army, Sun Lei didn't hesitate to speak directly.

Now the generals and soldiers don't want to hear any long speeches. They just want to return home with money and glory.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

The soldiers cheered in unison, what Sun Lei gave them was what they wanted most.

The logistics had already prepared the banquet, and Zhu Gui, Zhu Fu, Pang Qiuxia and others greeted everyone to set up the table and serve the wine and dishes.

5000 people filled the entire barracks, and the soldiers salivated at the delicious dishes, but they still held back and waited.

"Everyone has worked hard, do it!"

Sun Lei raised his glass and shouted to the crowd. His voice could not be heard throughout the camp, but the soldiers all saw him stand up and raise their glasses, so they rose to raise their glasses too.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, and then drank the wine in their glasses.

The wine was gone, and the banquet began. The soldiers ate and drank with a smile, and the jubilant atmosphere filled the entire camp in an instant.

"Respect brother!"

Lin Chong, Du Po, Sun An, Wu Song and others raised their glasses and toasted Sun Lei.

"Just drink this cup, you should go to your own camp and have a drink with your soldiers!"

Sun Lei raised his glass with a smile and said that the relationship between generals and soldiers needs to be cultivated. This kind of relationship is not only in daily training, but also in ordinary life. This banquet is a good opportunity.

Everyone laughed and went to their respective camps. When the soldiers saw that the master and general had arrived, they laughed and toasted with wine glasses. There were not so many rules and regulations on the Liangshan wine table.

"Brother, I'm afraid there is no second family in the Jianghu with such a grand scene."

Li Zhu looked at the laughing military camp with his wine glass in his hand and said, he never thought that there would be such a scene in the rivers and lakes.

"Mr. Li, where is this? There will be bigger scenes in the future!"

Sun Lei laughed and said.

"However, it would be great if this scene could be recorded!"

Sun Lei stroked his chin and regretted that there were no cameras or video recorders in this era.

"It would be great if I could invite an artist to paint a picture!"

Sun Lei lamented that the Qingming Riverside Picture is a product of this era, and the painting is no worse than a photo. If you come to draw a picture of Liangshan Night Banquet, it will probably be famous in the future.

"Brother, what's the difficulty? My younger brother knows a court painter who has a very high attainment in painting, and he is best at painting genre paintings of this big scene."

Wen Huanzhang said with a smile.

"Oh, who is the painter?"

Sun Lei became interested and asked quickly.

"This person's name is Zhang Zeduan, and his calligraphy is Zhengdao. Now he should be working in the Academy of Hanlin Painting, specializing in painting palaces, especially painting boats, carts, shops, bridges, streets, city walls, and figures."

Wen Huanzhang laughed.

"Haha, this person is a court painter, even if it is difficult to invite!"

Sun Lei shook his head helplessly and said, going to the palace to rob people for a painting is not worth the loss.

"Brother, Zhao Ji likes Danqing calligraphy and painting. There are no fewer than a hundred painters in the Imperial Academy of Painting. Zhang Zeduan entered later. Although the painting technique is excellent, he is not lovable. He is not famous in Zhao Ji... ..."

Wen Huanzhang explained.

Zhao Ji is a big player. Calligraphy, painting, playing the piano, playing chess, cuju, viewing flowers, appreciating stones, running dogs, fighting eagles, Taoism, gardens, brothels, beauties, as long as he likes to have fun, he likes it all. Everything is fine.

But human beings are only human after all. One-third of the twelve hours a day is spent on sleeping. Once all kinds of things are dealt with on weekdays, there is only so much time for fun. He has mixed hobbies, and painting may be a thing. There is less than one turn in the month, how many of the hundreds of painters can he remember?The painters in this painting academy are not very important to Zhao Ji, and if one or two are missing, it is impossible to find them.

"So that's it. If there is a chance, I must invite this person to draw a picture of Liangshan's night banquet! Record the top and bottom of this water pool, so that future generations can know the prosperity of Liangshan!"

Sun Lei laughed and said.

"Brother is right, how can such a grand scene not be recorded."

Xiao Jiasui said with a smile, throughout the ages, the emperor's banquet has always been recorded by famous artists.

"Boss Sun, my little monk congratulates Liangshan on his victory, and I'm here to ask for a glass of water and wine!"

Deng Yuanjue smiled and performed a Buddha ceremony to Sun Lei.

"Master Deng is here, please sit down!"

Seeing that it was Deng Yuanjue, Sun Lei invited with a smile.

"You monk is here too, come, the Sajia will have a showdown with you today!"

When Lu Zhishen saw Deng Yuanjue coming, he walked over with two wine jars, and stuffed a big wine jar into Deng Yuanjue's arms. It was obvious that today he didn't care about martial arts and Zen, and he was a hero with wine!

"Master Lu is a mild-mannered person. He doesn't often invite people to drink. Today is Dasheng's wedding wine. Master Deng, don't refuse!"

Sun Lei laughed, he was happy today, he didn't want to listen to other words, he just wanted to drink and have fun, Lu Zhishen came at the right time.

"Brother is right, the Sajia doesn't invite everyone!"

Lu Zhishen put the wine jar on the table, looked at Deng Yuanjue and said, he is a straightforward person, and he also likes the same refreshing person.

"Young monk, just drink with senior brother!"

Of course Deng Yuanjue knew that Sun Lei did it on purpose, and he actually didn't want to spoil the fun. Liangshan's victory today meant that it was inappropriate to teach the Heroes Conference, but he accepted the order and had already come to Liangshan to wait for a long time, and there was no other way. .

"Come on! Drink!"

Lu Zhishen laughed loudly, picked up the jar and took a big sip, Deng Yuanjue also took a big sip while holding the jar.

Seeing Deng Yuanjue's cheerfulness, Lu Zhishen laughed and started chatting.

Deng Yuanjue asked Lu Zhishen about the situation in the northern war. It was not a secret. The outside world had already spread it, but the rumors were always exaggerated, such as Liangshanbo's practice of praying for rain, flooding Gaotang Prefecture and so on.

Deng Yuanjue is a monk, and he believes in Buddha. Although he is a believer, he knows very well that there are no real gods and Buddhas in the world, and weather is something that people can't ask for.

Lu Zhishen laughed loudly, talking vividly about the grand scene of several Taoist priests praying for rain in Liangshan, and pointed to Qiao Daoqing on the other side.

"Master was joking, it's just a trail."

Qiao Daoqing smiled and cupped his hands. He didn't explain in detail. It's better to keep some things mysterious, especially in front of outsiders.

Lu Zhishen introduced and took Deng Yuanjue to drink. Deng Yuanjue drank half of the jar of wine, and the spirit of the wine also came up. He drank it straight away, and drank with Lu Zhishen.

"This great monk seems to have something on his mind!"

Sun Lei squinted his eyes and watched Deng Yuanjue drink so much, it was not because he was depressed that he would not get drunk here.

(End of this chapter)