There is a man in Baqiong (probably in the Qionglai Mountains in Sichuan), and no one knows what his surname is. I only know that there is an orange orchard in his house. After the frost, many oranges were collected. There were two large oranges left on the tree, like cans that c

There is a man in Baqiong (qióng probably in the Qionglai Mountains in Sichuan), and no one knows what his surname is. I only know that there is an orange orchard in his house. After the frost, many oranges were collected. There were two large oranges left on the tree, like cans that could accommodate three or four buckets (it's too exaggerated). The people of Baqiong thought these two oranges were strange (and I also found them strange), so they asked someone to go up and pick them off. It was found that they weighed the same as usual oranges.

So I broke the orange and saw that there were two old men in each orange, with white beard and white eyebrows, and rosy skin all over the body. They were all playing chess face to face, and they were only about one foot tall. They talked freely, laughed loudly, and looked calm. After the orange was broken, they did not look panicked and still completed the game and bet on the other side. After the bet, an old man said, "You lost to me the seventh daughter of the Sea Dragon God, 10 taels of hair, 12 pieces of Zhiqiong's yellow forehead, a pair of purple silk shawls, two Yu Yu in Jiangtai Mountain (ancient capacity unit one Yu was sixteen dou), nine Yu Chen in Yingzhou (ancient capacity unit, ten dou was one hu), four cups of Amu's marrow condensation wine, and eight pairs of Amu's daughter's white socks. Remember, we will give it to me when we gathered in Mr. Wang's Qingcheng's arsenal the day after tomorrow."

Another old man said, "Mr. Wang originally promised to come, but he couldn't wait. The fun in this orange is not inferior to Shangshan, but it cannot be deeply rooted, so I still have to pick it off."

Another old man said, "I'm hungry and need to eat some dragon roots to fill my stomach." After that, he took out a grass root from his sleeve, which was about an inch in size, and was circling like a dragon, with a head and a tail. The old man cut it and ate it, and the grass root grew apart and returned to its original shape. After the old man finished eating, he took a mouthful of water and sprayed it on it, and the grass roots instantly turned into a one-stop. The four old men rode on together, and clouds and mist were discharged from the dragon's claws. For a moment, the wind and rain were everywhere. When the wind stopped, people found that the four old men and the dragon were not sure where they went.

This has been passed down by the Ba people for 150 years. This incident seems to have happened between , Sui and Tang , but no one can explain the specific year number clearly.

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