There is a saying: "At the beginning of autumn, when the weather is clear and bright, everything will be perfect."
Today is the beginning of autumn, and the sky is clear and the wind is beautiful.
There is a wild orange forest in the back mountain of Maihuali. Because of the high mountains and dangerous roads, no one takes care of it. The oranges are not as big as the fruits in the village, but are small and dense. There is often a "crunching" and "crunching" sound, but they are fruits. The branches are broken, and when everything is quiet, the occasional sounds come and go, like lingering sounds, cleansing people's hearts, but some people hate it deeply.
A golden pheasant was leisurely looking for food in the woods. Suddenly there was a "crunch", and oranges fell. The golden pheasants were frightened. At the same time, an arrow missed, and a young man crawled out of the bushes not far away. He threw away the branches on his head and became furious. He yelled curses into the woods, and he didn’t know who he was cursing. He just heard:
"You must have done it intentionally to cut your grandma. If you don't shoot the arrow, you will keep it. If you shoot the arrow, you will break it as soon as it sees the shadow. Let's see if I don't kill you all."
The chicken-shooting boy's surname is Qin and his given name is Xian. He is famous in Maohuali Village and even the entire Zuzhou, but his reputation is not very good.
After Qin Xian cursed, she turned back to look for the axe. As soon as she arrived at Xitou, she saw a person running from a distance. When she got closer, Qin Xian looked at the panting young man and asked, "Why are you running so hard? Where is An An?"
The swarthy young man is called Mo Qijia. He is about the same age as Qin Xian. He is a spoon dancer at the age of 10. He has dark skin and a strong body. He is from the Lanshui Village next door. He has no father or mother since he was a child. He grew up eating the food of hundreds of families. He has a dull and upright temperament. There was a conflict with Qin Xian. After the fight, he was no longer a match for Qin Xian, so he was willing to follow Qin Xian and call him his big brother.
Mo Qijia threw himself down at the head of the stream, put his hands together, scooped up the water, took a big gulp of water, and then said, "The school wasn't over yet. I heard that bitch from the Xianli family scolding you. I couldn't get angry, so I came to look for her." you."
Qin Xian didn't answer immediately. She first took off her shoes, put her feet into the stream and scrubbed her toes. Then she rinsed them clean, then lifted her feet up and shook them out of thin air. She said nonchalantly: "Smelly bitch, sooner or later I'll make her look good."
Mo Qijia noticed the empty boy beside him and asked, "Where's the chicken?"
Qin Xian said with a slight embarrassment: "The pheasants are quite smart today and are not easy to catch. Let's go fishing first."
After all, the boy is a boy. He was so angry that he wanted to cut down the forest, but he turned his face and forgot about it. After all, it was just his intention.
The stream in Maihuali Village is neither urgent nor slow. It is mountain snow water, called Jingshui. It flows through hundreds of villages in Zuzhou and merges into the East China Sea at Zhoutou. There are also a lot of fish, but most of the villagers don't think of them as food. Their ancestors believed that the fish in the stream have spiritual powers and can keep a family safe, but they can't eat them. Only Qin Xian and the others don't care about this, and come to Xitou every now and then to catch some for roasting. In Qin Xian's words, this is called "eating the soul into the belly".
Qin Xian opened the fishing net made of a sieve stolen from the villagers, and drove a three-foot wooden nail at each end deeply into the mud of the river. Mo Qijia stood on it and stepped on it a few times before giving up, fearing that it was not secure. .
After setting up the net, Mo Qijia said again: "Brother, that girl from the Xian family scolded you and Old Man Ge, saying that you are the 'second pest' in the village."
Qin Xian said: "I'll pick up her slugs tomorrow and throw them deep into Ding Mountain."
The slug in Qin Xian's mouth is the son of Xian Li, who calls Qin Xian one of the "four pests". He is younger than Qin Xian and the two of them. He has been unable to speak since he was a child. He is stupid and stupid, and his front is always wet with saliva.
Mo Qijia nodded and said with a smile: "Hey, old man Xian is also the head of the village, but his grandson is a fool, but he has lost his face. In recent years, he can no longer be said to be a descendant of the ancient royal family, and has declined a lot. "
Qin Xian did not comment, curled her lips and said: "What kind of descendant of the ancient royal family? Listen to him, his 100 acres of forest land was not saved by his ancestors through trickery and abduction. Now he is just a small landlord in our flower shop. Who else will he do outside?" Get to know him!"
Mo Qijia leaned forward and asked curiously with his big eyes, "How do you know?"
Qin Xian was a little proud, raised her chin, picked a piece of dogtail grass and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it while saying: "Uncle Gu told me, he said that in this flower shop, and even outside the entire Orange Island, there are big ones "Very well, there are three or four places as big as Orange Island, which are said to have all kinds of rare animals and delicacies..."
Mo Qijia was shocked: "So big!"
Qin Xian said proudly: "Uncle Gu has promised to take me to see the world in a while. When the time comes, I beg him to take you with him. Don't say that my brother won't protect you."
Mo Qijia nodded like a rattle, wishing he could kneel down to Qin Xian. Because he knows how rare this is. At first, there was only one way out from Zuzhou, which was lined by Fufeng.
Fufeng Ningdao is bottomless, and the wind is as sharp as a knife, and ordinary people will die if it touches it. Moreover, Fufeng Ningdao is a vast sea that stretches as far as the eye can see. I heard from the elders in the village that there are even more monsters and ghosts, which is extremely dangerous. In recent years, strange people from outside or wealthy merchant ships would come to Zuzhou every year with treasure ships to buy when the jade trees and branches of Zuzhou were ripe. On weekdays, people in Zuzhou did not have their own treasure ships, and few people could go out. If they wanted to go out, they could only Ordinary people cannot board the purchased treasure ship. If you want to board it, you need 500 guan. How can ordinary people have such money?
Secondly, the Uncle Gu that Qin Xian talks about is extraordinary. According to the old people in the village, he is not from Zuzhou, but from other places. He is well-informed. Not only is he good at making ink, he is also gentle and kind. He often helps people in need. The villagers have a good reputation in a hundred miles radius.
Qin Xian pushed Mo Qijia away, who was almost clinging to her body, and said in disgust: "There is no future, close the net!" The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, grabbed a wooden nail and turned it up. They were all smiles at the moment. It disappeared immediately, and although there were fish in the net, they all turned black and died.
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, and Mo Qijia took the lead and said, "Isn't it true that the smelly Taoist priest told you this? You are in trouble these days and everything is not appropriate."
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Two days ago, Qin Xian and Mo Qijia had a fight with several people from Guzi Village. Qin Xian and the others beat six people from Guzi Village to the point of running away. Although their heads were badly bruised, they still walked out of Guzi Village with crab steps. Everyone hid and walked until they were about to leave the village, when they were stopped by a young Taoist in green robe.
The young Taoist said: "If my little brother is endowed with a righteous spirit, he will surely have a wife, a virtuous son, and a noble son in the future. But there are few relatives to rely on, and the relationship between brothers is sparse."
Qin Xian was so proud that she could not hear this. She held the bamboo table in front of the Taoist with both hands, leaned over and said viciously: "If you continue to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I will catch you and feed you to the fish."
Taoist Qingpao looked frightened, but he still said: "Everything Xiaodao said is true. You have a black seal hanging on your head. You must avoid being unruly and filial to your family. You must go to the house less and go to the patient's room less. Otherwise, it will be a disaster." Coming!"
"Clang"
Qin Xian lifted the bamboo table, pointed at the Taoist's nose and gritted her teeth and said, "Shut your mouth and try saying something again!"
Mo Qijia stepped forward and grabbed Qin Xian, and said to Taoist Master Qingpao: "Taoist priest, please stop talking, we don't have money to cheat you, don't provoke Brother Qin anymore, he really dares to feed you to fish." "
Taoist Qingpao stopped talking. Seeing Mo Qijia forcefully dragging Qin Xian away, Taoist Qingpao took out a thick book from his waist, opened several pages until the last line of writing, and touched it lightly with his right index finger. , the handwriting disappeared, and he sighed softly: "Yinwang's weak mother died first. This is a good thing. It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Qin Xian was even more angry when Mo Qijia mentioned that the smelly Taoist priest had three souls leaving his seven orifices. She threw down the net and said angrily: "You're the right person. I will tear his mouth apart next time I see you." Seeing Qin Xian, Mo Qijia was angry, but he didn't dare to express his anger. He went to the river to pick up the net and muttered: "This thing is troublesome to make. It will be hard to catch fish after throwing it away."
It happened that at this time, a middle-aged man emerged from the forest behind him. He was wearing shabby clothes and carrying a bamboo basket on his back. He had gray hair and a heroic look on his brows. He must have been a handsome man when he was young. The visitor asked Qin Xian, who was angry with Mo Qijia: "Little Qin Xian, what kind of anger are you angry with?"
Qin Xian turned her head to look at the person who came, her brows suddenly lit up with joy, she jumped off the river bank, ran to him and helped him untie the bamboo basket behind him, carried it behind him, and said: "Uncle Gu, when did you enter the mountain? I didn’t even see him here this early in the morning.”
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "You only care about the pheasants in the mountains, how can you see me?"
Hearing this, the majestic crested rooster just now looked like a little domestic sparrow. He smiled and said, "Uncle Gu, what are you talking about? Besides, I am shooting roosters to celebrate the birthday of sister An An."
The middle-aged man rolled his eyes at Qin Xian, looked at the helpless young man behind Qin Xian and said, "Xiao Qi has become stronger in the past few days. He is a good material for martial arts training."
Seeing the middle-aged man talking to him, Mo Qijia scratched his bald head and said awkwardly: "Thank you, Uncle Gu!"
The middle-aged man looked puzzled and asked, "Thank me for what you did?"
Mo Qijia didn't speak, but looked at Qin Xian with a naive smile. The latter immediately understood, grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve and said: "Uncle Gu~, you said he is a good material for martial arts, then you might as well teach him personally A few tricks, please teach me by the way."
The middle-aged man couldn't help laughing and said: "Okay, wait for me here. Okay, it's a good day today. I won't refute your little face. I agree. I will teach you when I have time in the future." The last sentence was directed at Mo Qijia. said. Qin Xian was anxious and hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Hey, what about me, Uncle Gu?"
"You kid? You're not a martial artist. Just do the 'earth house' dance I taught you." After saying that, he reached for the bamboo basket behind Qin Xian, but Qin Xian dodged it, and then Qin Xian only heard Xian said: "That is a child's game played by An An when I was young. What kind of martial arts is that?"
The middle-aged man smiled without explaining, took a step forward, and reached out to grab Qin Xian. Qin Xian tried to hide again, but this time she couldn't escape. Uncle Gu's big hand followed her everywhere like a pair of eyes. , and was immediately grabbed by the middle-aged man by the collar and lifted up in the air. The middle-aged man took off the bamboo basket from Qin Xian's back, carried it on his back, let go of Qin Xian, and said: "I'll come home for dinner at night." He left without looking back, completely ignoring Qin Xian's shouts behind him.
Qin Xian rubbed her butt and stood up, kicked Mo Qijia, and then said: "They say you are honest and honest, but you are so clever!"
Mo Qijia still scratched his head and said with a smile: "Brother Qin has to help." Seeing that Qin Xian's expression softened slightly, she quickly changed the topic and said: "Then does this fish return to the net?"
Qin Xian put down her rolled-up sleeves and said, "No more nets, no more chicken hunting. An An is tired of eating chickens and fish. Let's go find some novelties for An An."
"Where can I go to find novelty stuff?" Mo Qijia asked.
"It's not that oranges have become more popular recently. Many outsiders have come to trade with them," Qin Xian said.
Mo Qijia nodded and returned to the village with Qin Xian. During the period, when the two of them were discussing what to exchange for, Qin Xian said: "If you like someone, just ask him if we can get what he wants. It's really not possible." , find an opportunity..." As he said that, he made a gesture with his right hand to reach into his arms, and Mo Qijia understood. If these two people were heard by a certain sect in Yanzhou and called them experts, they would definitely be accepted as disciples if they were not consistent with their tenet of "what you see is what you get".
