"What's going on? It hasn't been dealt with yet?"
The official took a bit long.
Captain Yang's limited patience was exhausted. The horse's hooves stepped on the puddles, splashing mud-colored water. He stepped forward on his horse, wearing a ferocious beast-headed armor, and looked down at the hunched-back old man, putting great pressure on the latter, making his shoulders tremble with fear.
"Are these two?"
The official answered truthfully.
Captain Yang glanced at the old man whose face was full of vicissitudes of life and the shriveled and thin shepherd boy. The grandfather and grandson have sunburn scars on their faces from years of exposure to the sun due to hard work, and frostbite on their fingers. The old man wore a broken hat with missing corners, and the shepherd boy wore a large old raincoat.
Looking from side to side, he looked like an ordinary person in this world. They were not the thieves he was worried about at all. Captain Yang's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but the anger in his heart had not yet been cleared: "You two won't be home at this time. Home, what are you running around in the mountains for?"
The old man moved his lips, and said awkwardly and unjustly: "Master Bing clearly knows that I won't go home unless I wait, it's really..."
He looked at the direction Captain Yang and the others were coming from. He hesitated to speak, but hesitated to speak. Although he did not speak, his cloudy eyes had already fully explained the vicissitudes of life and embarrassment. Captain Yang was furious and snorted: "Are you accusing us of blocking your way, old man?"
The old man said with sincerity and fear: "Don't dare."
He was so frightened by Captain Yang's words that his face turned pale.
The shepherd boy on the back of the cow bit his lower lip, lowered his head and hunched his shoulders, looking pitiful and helpless. Captain Yang did not want to embarrass an old and weak grandfather and grandson in front of so many people. He pointed to the roadside with the hand holding the whip: "You go over there, don't delay me while I'm waiting for business."
Hearing this, the old man felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He nodded and bowed his head and thanked Captain Yang repeatedly, not forgetting to say complimentary and auspicious words. Probably because he felt that his words were not meaningful enough, he tugged on his grandson's torn trouser legs to show that his grandson was also grateful for Captain Yang's greatness.
The shepherd boy Qi Qi Ai couldn't finish a sentence.
Duwei Yang secretly thought that it was unlucky that he was still a stammerer.
"Okay, okay, get out of here!"
The old man nodded while struggling to drag the disobedient old cow to the side of the road and out of the way. The tax collection team continued to crawl like a snail, and the old cow also carried the shepherd boy, and slowly moved forward under the influence of the old man, until——
"This old man, wait a minute!"
Zhai Le smiled and stepped forward to call to the old man.
The old man's ears didn't seem to be very good. He took a moment to come to his senses and raised his hands to him: "Hello, Master Bing, what are your orders?"
Zhai Le asked: "Is there any jujube seller at my father-in-law's house?"
The old man was speechless. Although he was extremely puzzled, he still replied respectfully: "We don't sell dates at home, but we have two trees planted behind the house. One is an orange tree and the other is an orange tree. If Master Bing doesn't mind it, and Don’t leave here, I will bring it to you.”
Zhai Le didn't call the old man to stop him just to eat oranges. But the old man's enthusiasm made him a little embarrassed.
"Give it to your grandson."
The old man flattered Zhai Le, glanced at his grandson, and sighed: "He can eat two, but we people don't deserve it. If Master Bing wants to eat, the rest will be sent to Master Bing. There are also a lot of oranges in the house." The peel is dry, so soak the orange peel in some water and drink it, it’s quite tasty.”
Zhai Le saw that the old man was serious and hurriedly stopped him.
The old man looked at Zhai Le suspiciously, as if Monk Zhang Er was confused, and said: "Master Bing stopped us, not to eat oranges... but to eat dates? But there is no date tree at home, alas - why don't you come back? Going forward, someone may plant jujube trees."
Zhai Le: "..."
Looking at this scene, Zhai Huan couldn't help but smile.
Zhai Le was thin-skinned. Hearing the laughter, his whole face turned red with embarrassment. He turned back angrily and said, "Brother, don't laugh!"
Zhai Huan said insincerely: "Yes, yes, if you don't smile, don't smile."
Zhai Le saw that he really didn't smile, so he turned around and asked the old man again.
"Does my father-in-law make wine at home?"
As a loyal fan of "Water Margin", it is such a rare experience to see it reflected in reality. The tax banker was targeting the birthday card. Duwei Yang had the same surname as Yang Zhi, the heroic green-faced beast. The birthday card was robbed in Huangnigang, and they were now on a similar mountain road.
At this moment, an old man, a young man and his grandson walked towards me.
It's not that Zhai Le suspected that the grandfather and grandson were gangsters in disguise. If they were really disguised, how could his cousin not see it?
He just wants to collect the same elements as his idols.
As long as the old man's family has a business of selling dates and selling wine, he only needs one of them, and he is satisfied. It's a pity that no one understands his little thoughts, and brother actually laughs at him. The old man looked at the young man in front of him who was handsome, well-dressed, but mentally ill, and said slowly: "We don't sell wine at home, but when my son was here, he loved wine and could drink three jars at a time."
Zhai Le pursed his lips in regret.
The old man asked again: "Does Master Bing have any other instructions?"
Zhai Le concealed his disappointment and warned gently: "It's gone, I'll go ahead. The mountain road is slippery, so pay attention to safety."
The old man thanked him and said, "Thank you Lord Bing for your concern."
After saying that, he took Lao Niu and continued on the road. He didn't dare to get too close to the tax collection team, but he also didn't dare to stray too far from the mountain road for fear that he would get lost when the night got dark. The tax banker's team moved forward, while the grandfather and grandson walked backwards. They walked towards each other, and it took a full quarter of an hour before they separated.
Zhai Huan frowned slightly as he looked at the departing figures of his grandfather and grandson in the distance.
After a while, he borrowed a scout from Captain Yang.
Captain Yang was not satisfied: "What?"
Zhai Huan said: "Follow the grandfather and grandson and take a look."
Captain Yang snorted: "A white-haired old guy and a yellow-haired kid. Are you worried that they are outposts for criminals?"
If you really suspect it's an outpost, just capture and kill him.
Why send scouts to follow and investigate?
Zhai Huan did not say it clearly, but just said in a low voice: "Be careful with the ten thousand year ship. If these two grandsons are really innocent and just appeared by chance, there is no need to disturb them and ruin the good reputation of the captain. If there is really something wrong with them. , wouldn’t arresting people be just a warning?”
Captain Yang could not defeat these scribes.
They both have pros and cons for a sentence.
Due to the rain, the tax team could not move fast even if they wanted to, so Captain Yang adopted Zhai Huan's suggestion out of caution.
Zhai Le asked his cousin privately: "That pair of grandfather and grandson..."
Zhai Huan knew what he was going to ask and said softly: "...I'm not sure if it's them. I just used the method of scribes to investigate..."
Zhai Le looked confused: "What happened?"
He knew the way of his cousin the scribe.
【Eight-day hexagram】
A hexagram can be made every eight days.
The seemingly unnatural way of being a scribe also has many limitations. For example, Zhai Huan cannot specify the object of the hexagram and can only display the hexagram image, which consumes a lot of literary energy. Due to various restrictions, Zhai Huan rarely uses it. This time he only used it out of caution.
He said: "Shui Lei Tun was very difficult at the beginning."
Zhai Le swept away the relief on his brows, which was replaced by solemnity: "Tuen Gua, Xia Xia... earthquakes are like thunder, and bumps are like rain. Thunder and rain are coming together, and dangers are everywhere. It's not a good sign..."
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