There was faint smoke rising from the end of the path.
The tired figures busy in the fields began to pack up farm tools and walked home one after another.
A pair of good-looking brothers came to Qianjia Village.
One person was walking in front, and the other person was riding a snow-white mule that was nearly a person tall.
The mule was so good-looking, with not a trace of hair on its body, and a valuable red gold bell hanging around its neck. You could hear the crisp tinkling sound with every step it took.
The two of them attracted the farmers' attention as soon as they appeared.
The older one is wearing a crow-green robe, a kerchief on his head, and wooden clogs on his feet. He is slim and wears a monogram with a heart on his waist. He should be a young scholar studying abroad. The younger one looked at Eleven and Twelve. He didn't look like the older one, but he was also a handsome young man with red lips, white teeth and a deep outline.
Probably his ancestors had a bit of Fan blood, and his facial features were deeper than those of ordinary people.
At first glance, I thought she was a pretty girl, but when I heard the young man's name, I realized she was a young man.
"The house is humble and simple, and I feel sorry for the two gentlemen who have to spend the night together."
Muramasa led the two of them into the side room.
Qianjia Village is a small village with less than a hundred households. The most decent and clean house in the village belongs to the Muramasa family.
Hearing that the two husbands wanted to stay, he warmly invited them to stay at his home and asked his mother-in-law to clean up the side room for the guests.
Qishan took out a piece of broken silver and gave it to Muramasa, asking them to prepare dry food for a few days, boil a pot of hot water for bathing, and use the rest as a thank you gift. Muramasa smiled as he weighed the broken silver, and after some calculation, he said it was no trouble.
Before leaving, he asked if he wanted to get some fresh grass for the mule to eat.
When Muramasa mentioned the mule, Qi Shan's expression became unnatural for a moment.
He shook his head: "No need, that mule is not a living creature, it is the creation of Brother She's spirit."
Muramasa understood immediately upon hearing this, and his expression became more respectful.
Jingle bell, jingle bell——
The familiar sound of bells approaches.
Qishan opened the window to disperse the stale air in the house. He looked up and saw Shen Tang holding the mule in one hand and teasing it with a handful of grass in the other.
I could vaguely hear Shen Xiaolangjun whispering to the mule.
"Moto, why don't you eat it? Have a taste, I picked it specially for you..."
Qishan: "..."
Speaking of this mule called "Motorcycle", he had the illusion that he was out of breath.
No one would have thought that a strange phrase - "speeding like lightning, a motorcycle of great luck" - could actually condense into a snow-white mule!
Shen Xiaolangjun rode up happily.
"Mr. Qi, do you want to get one too?"
Qishan decisively refused.
Not to mention that he doesn't know how to use that word spirit, even if he can use it successfully, the effect may not be the same as Shen Xiaolangjun's.
the most important is--
No matter how good-looking a mule is, it's just a mule, and he won't ride it!
"Then do you want to ride together?"
Shen Tang raised his hands to cover his eyes to block the glare of the sun, and offered another suggestion.
Qi Shan refused again.
Even if he had a broken leg, he would not ride this stupid-looking mule.
Shen Tang shrugged without forcing it.
With a low-profile sports car (mule) for transportation, her feet were finally freed. Passing by an unknown tree that looked like a banana tree, she bent over while sitting on the back of a mule and stretched out her hand to break off two pieces.
One piece was placed on the shoulder to block the sun, and the other was handed out to cover Qishan's head.
"Mr. Qi!"
The sunlight above his head was blocked, so he turned his head when he heard the words.
Shen Tang threw the leaf to him.
"then!"
Seeing Shen Tang's attitude of shielding himself from the sun and light, he smiled helplessly.
"Why should a good man fear such suffering?"
"I'm not afraid, but as the old saying goes - one white patch covers all ugliness." Shen Tang adjusted the angle of the big leaf and held it up with a smile, "The tanned skin will be uneven, which is detrimental to the beauty."
Qishan: "..."
The two of them walked for several hours before they saw any sign of people.
Due to successive years of drought and war, there are only a few households left in Qianjia Village. There are not a few young faces in the whole village, only the elderly and young children who are not familiar with the world. Suddenly, two new faces appeared, and the news flew from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. From time to time, naughty boys looked at Muramasa's house.
Qishan went to see Muramasa for something. When he came back, he heard the laughter of Shen Tang playing with a few urchins.
The two parties are "at war".
I saw a child carved in pink and jade riding on the back of a snow-white mule, holding a dead branch as a spear, while Mr. Shen Xiaolang was on foot holding a stick.
The two of them were going back and forth, and they were constantly fighting.
The other children, as "soldiers", nervously "watched the battle" from the side, applauding and shouting "General is awesome" from time to time!
Qishan: "..."
At first, I thought Shen Tang was just being playful - after all, Shen Xiaolangjun was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. Even though he suffered from being sent away, he was still naughty and active in nature - after looking at it for a while, he realized that the stranger Children are also interesting.
He asked Muramasa: "What is this child's name? Does he belong to that family in the village?"
Muramasa replied: "Not a child from the village."
"no?"
Muramasa sighed: "I heard that he is a child from a wealthy family. He has suffered from serious diseases since he was a child. He lives in the nearby Zhuangzi to recuperate. It is said that he is recuperating, but in fact he has been given up. Of course, the servants will not do their best to serve him. He looks very pitiful. , often sneaking out to play with the children in the village..."
Usually he would play around until dark, and then Zhuangzi's servants would come and take him back.
Qishan's curiosity was aroused.
"Sick disease? Where is the disease?"
Muramasa glanced at the happy-looking child and pointed at his own brain carefully.
"I heard it's a brain disease."
To put it bluntly, he is a fool.
Qishan was slightly surprised and was about to speak when he heard several children burst into loud cheers.
It turned out that the child had "deceived" Shen Tang with a false shot and hit the "lord" she was protecting.
Don't argue, don't take sides, hit the "lord" right in the head.
According to the rules of the game, he won.
Looking at the "dead lord", Shen Tang could only "helplessly" spread his hands, drop his weapons and "surrender".
"Oh, I lost."
The winner gets the spoils.
The so-called trophies are pieces of caramel the size of a thumb.
She opened the pocket on her waist, took out a handful of bored candies, and distributed them one by one. This was called "rewarding the three armies", and the "chief general" who had made great achievements - the man who steadily rode the mule , a child who wields a gun with style, won three.
The other children couldn't wait to put the caramel into their mouths, but that child didn't. He held the caramel in his hands and didn't know how to eat it.
This stupid look is completely different from the high-spirited look he had when he was riding on the back of a mule to "fight".
"Don't want to eat?"
Shen Tang knelt down and asked the child.
The child shook his head, hesitated for a moment, picked up one of the pieces and handed it to Shen Tang.
"You feed me?" She understood immediately.
"Well, eat." The child said.
Shen Tang was not polite, opened his mouth to eat, and smiled and curled his eyes.
"Ah, it's so sweet. Do you want to try it too?"
When the child saw this, he lowered his head and picked up another one and put it into his mouth.
The last one was put back into the faded pouch around his waist.
The bag is heavy.
Taking advantage of her perspective, Shen Tang vaguely saw that there was a delicate tiger-head jade inside, with small seal characters engraved on it.
The other children went home contentedly, but this child, whose clothes had been washed and faded, stayed behind and was led by Muramasa to the main room to wait.
The weather in summer is extremely fickle. Not long after it gets dark, heavy rain pours down from the dark sky.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the wind howled.
Shen Tang was reading at night, crazily memorizing words and ideas.
At this time, the door was banged.
