During the Laba Festival, the whole world celebrated together, and horses went out and down the river.
It was the first time for the black horse to go on a long journey. In the cold wind, it ran all the way with its hooves in a unique spirit. The black hair on its forehead that covered the eyes was swaying in the wind.
The long country road spreads irregularly under the horseshoes...
"Hey, Zhu Pingan, why are you sneaking away? Geez, you look like a lost dog."
At a fork in the road not far from the village, Li Shu appeared quietly on horseback wearing a red cloak, with fluttering clothes, a slightly raised face, a white neck, a pair of big black eyes, and a face full of eerie aura.
Behind him was Baozi's little maid Hua'er, holding her skirt and panting as she chased after her young lady.
"Why are you sneaking around in broad daylight? Are you here to see me off?" Zhu Pingan stopped to kill the dark horse, looked at the sinister girl Li Shu, and asked with the corners of his lips raised.
"What a beautiful thought. Who gave it to you? I was here to walk my horse. I saw a toad lying on the horse's back from a distance. I thought it looked familiar and came to take a look."
The sinister girl Li Shu rolled her eyes disdainfully, denied it, and said with a curled mouth.
"Toad? Haha, you wish me to win the Toad Palace again?" Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and smiled.
"You are so shameless. You even won the title of Toad Palace. I see you sneaking away in a dejected manner. You are obviously afraid that you will fail the exam and be laughed at by the villagers. The capital is a gathering of talents from all over the world. I see you will be dejected when you leave the capital. Go sneaky."
Li Shu, a sinister girl, had a pair of big black and shiny eyes, staring at Zhu Ping'an, and her red lips were also full of sneer.
"Then just wait and see."
Zhu Ping'an killed Matt's dark horse with one shot and set out again to rush for the exam.
At the fork in the road, the sinister girl Li Shu watched Zhu Pingan's figure disappear into the distance, then turned around and led the little maid Baozi back to Shanghe Village.
Kaoshan Town
Anyone who has been here knows that this place is surrounded by mountains, and at the foot of the mountains there are barren villages one after another. Once you get off the official road, the mountain roads are not so easy to walk, with ups and downs. There are many rocks in the ditch, showing irregular shapes. People along the road repeat the dance of life in this irregularity, starting at sunrise and ending at sunset.
The dark horse who kills Matt has just left home. Full of energy, I had already passed through the mountain town of Kaoshan Town at noon, passed five or six villages in succession, and rested at the foot of a mountain with a stream.
Zhu Ping'an temporarily removed the things from Sha Ma's horse and tied the horse to a tree trunk. Let the dark horse of Sha Ma Ma also rest and eat hay. Zhu Ping'an himself also found a sheltered place from the wind, leaned against a stone, took out the pancakes baked by his mother Chen from the bag, and ate them with pickled vegetables.
The sunshine is not very good, and dark clouds are approaching. This river is covered with hay. In the distance, a shepherd boy is leading a big yellow dog to drive the sheep home for lunch. The big yellow dog is barking happily behind the sheep. Those sheep that have eaten enough withered grass are shaking their bellies. In this cold winter land, I follow my little master home contentedly.
I had two pancakes. Zhu Ping'an waited for the black horse to eat some hay, then put the things on the horse again and set off for the exam again.
In the cold winter, the small stones on the road were frozen and brittle. When the black horse stepped on them with its horseshoes, the small stones made a crisp sound and broke into pieces. Then, as if Shamate Black Horse had discovered something interesting, he walked specifically to a place with gravel just to hear the sound. Zhu Ping'an on horseback was knocked over by Kill Matt, a brainless dark horse.
As a result, Zhu Ping'an pulled the reins several times to change the bad habits of the brainless horse Sha Matt.
This was the first time I really went out alone. I planned the trip entirely by myself and lacked experience. Not knowing much about the road conditions and the road ahead, Zhu Ping'an missed a mountain village in the evening, and then rode his horse for seven or eight miles in the middle of nowhere without seeing a single village.
Before I knew it, the setting sun had set into the Western Mountains, burning the mountain ridges as red as fire, and the dark clouds also changed their color.
Look around. There are many mountains, and there is no trace of life. There is only a mountain road spreading forward and disappearing into the distance.
Sha Ma and Dark Horse were also tired, and they had no strength to rush, and their speed also slowed down a lot. This made Zhu Pingan give up the plan of returning to the village behind Bali.
Zhu Pingan was riding on the horse and looked around. There were many mountains. Just when Zhu Pingan was disappointed, he saw what seemed to be a small house at the foot of the mountain about fifty meters away on the left side of the mountain road. He got off the horse and led Sha Matt. The black horse went down the mountain road and headed towards the small house along an almost invisible path.
As we get closer, we can see that this house seems to be a simple house for hunters in the mountains to rest temporarily. It is made of wood and thatch as the main materials. It seems to be somewhat similar to the shanty that was hijacked by the demon Ruonan on the way to Tong Sheng's trial, but this one seems to be better. .
"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
Zhu Pingan was outside the door, holding his hands and asking loudly.
No one answered. Zhu Pingan asked loudly three more times, but still no one answered. It is estimated that no one has lived in this shanty for a while, and it is estimated that Orion hunters don't come here often.
Zhu Ping'an led the black horse to the door, unlocked the latch and pushed the door open. It was still clean inside, but it seemed that no one had lived in it for a while.
Zhu Ping'an led the black horse into the shed and tied it to the pillar. Then he took the things off the horse and placed them on the bed made of straw in the shed. Then Zhu Ping'an found a sickle in the shack, took it out of the shack, cut some hay around with the sickle, and carried it to the shack to serve as fodder for killing Matt's black horse. He hugged it three times.
The living utensils in the shanty were quite complete, including an iron pot with a hanging ring and firewood, rice, oil and salt. Zhu Pingan borrowed it temporarily, picked up some firewood and hay from outside, and took the iron pot to the creek not far behind the house. He broke open the ice with a stone, washed the iron pot with stream water, and then filled an iron pot with cold stream water and carried it into the shanty.
Cook the rice, light the fire, cook, and make pancakes.
The fragrant millet porridge and the cucumber side dishes pickled by mother Chen are a real pleasure after a day of running around. After eating and drinking enough, he poured the remaining millet porridge into a basin, then brought it to Shamate Black Horse, asking him to drink some hot water.
After that, Zhu Pingan tidied the bed again, covered it with thick straw, then spread the bedding he brought on the straw, and then closed the shed door from the inside.
After running around for a day, even though I was riding a horse, I was still very tired. Fortunately, my mother, Mrs. Chen, had made rabbit fur padding for the saddle, so that my legs would not be worn out.
However, he was exhausted, and Zhu Pingan did not rest immediately. Instead, as usual, he prepared to read for a while before going to bed.
A fire was lit in the shack, and thick and thin wood was mixed in. The flames burned brightly, providing both lighting and warmth.
Zhu Ping'an sat in front of the fire, holding a volume in his hand, and read with interest by the light of the fire. The firewood made a crackling sound, and the warm temperature hit him. Zhu Pingan snorted in comfort, changed into a comfortable posture, and continued reading.
After adding firewood twice, Zhu Pingan put away the books and prepared to rest. He moved the straw and firewood far away from the fire to eliminate potential safety hazards before going to bed.
Lying on the bed, facing the window, you can have an unobstructed view of the window.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It's indescribable to be so lonely. (To be continued.)
