Amidst the chattering of the villagers, Ye Wumian finally figured out what was going on from the side.
It was dark last night and he couldn't see the road clearly. He was so tired that he lay down on the haystack to rest and slept until dawn. At this time, some villagers who got up early came out to work and saw a "beautiful girl" like him lying on the haystack for no reason.
I saw that he had icy muscles and jade bones, a pretty face, and was dressed in rich clothes and brocade robes, which were very different from the clothes of peasant children. Limited by their knowledge and inspired by folk myths such as "Snail Girl", the farmers only thought that she was a fairy who grew out of the haystack!
There are few interesting things in a farmhouse. If there is such a rare scenery, you will call me or I will call you immediately, and invite friends and companions to come and watch.
That's why there was such a scene.
Ye Wumian couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry. Looking at the eager eyes of the farmers around him, he felt a little moved in his heart.
He secretly said: "They are all simple and honest farmers. When I was escaping from famine, I was fortunate to have the help of farmers along the way and gave me food. I was able to escape from Henan to Hunan and meet the master and the lady."
In a daze, the tall man took the flowers handed over by a peasant woman with trembling hands.
This is a bush of wild chrysanthemums, growing proudly on the ridge of the field. It was originally a solitary flower enjoying itself, but now a peasant woman brought it to her to express her joy.
The tall man looked at Ye Wumian anxiously. He saw that his face was bright and beautiful, and he was not comparable to ordinary farm girls. His hands were shrinking, how could he dare to reach forward and give him the flowers?
Even though the farmers on the side were cheering and encouraging, the hands seemed to be tied and stuck.
The stems of the chrysanthemums are about to be crushed.
Ye Wumian smiled and took the initiative to take the chrysanthemum from the tall man's hand. Taking advantage of his daze, he gently placed the chrysanthemum on the tall man's ear and pinched it.
He smiled and said, "You don't have to give it to me. You look beautiful wearing this chrysanthemum yourself."
The farmers were dumbfounded for a while, and then laughed. The tall man was also smiling with his face flushed.
During the sleepless nights, I saw that most of the farmers' clothes were shabby. At the turn of the increasingly cold autumn and winter, they only had one or two pieces of clothing on them. In the future, they would not be able to block the cold wind and would inevitably get sick.
The winter is long, I'm afraid it will be very sad.
Subconsciously, he reached into his arms to find out a few taels of silver and distribute them to everyone so they could buy clothes and keep warm.
But I searched my arms and sleeves, but found nothing.
Suddenly I thought: "Yes! Seven or eight days ago, when the lady received the acacia wooden box as a gift, I put all the money I had left in the box. Now I am penniless. It can be said that I am very poor and have no money." Half a cent can help them.”
When the farmer saw him looking around, he thought the fairy was going to reward him with some treasure!
One by one, they rushed forward, fearing that the quantity of the treasure was limited and they would not be able to get it.
Nightless Night was soon surrounded.
But after touching for a long time, nothing came out. When all the farmers were suspicious, Ye Wumian felt annoyed and cried out: "Shame on you, shame on you! I have to pay the debt today, and then I can distribute some money to these farmers when I have enough money in the future."
He suddenly cleared his throat, and all the farmers were solemn, ready to listen to him as if they were receiving an imperial edict.
Ye Wumian smiled and said, "Just take a look at what's over there?"
He pointed forward, and all the farmers turned around and looked in the direction of his finger, thinking that he had dropped some treasure!
Only the tall man was still standing there, looking at him dreamily.
Ye Wumian smiled softly, and when most people's attention was diverted, he lifted up the hem of his skirt, lifted it up with Qinggong, and flew his clothes more than ten feet away.
This time, due to embarrassment, he was eager to run away, so he combined the two moves of "fighting to fly" and "grabbing the elm and stopping". However, he used the best light kung fu effect in his life and flew the farthest distance.
When he used all his strength to fly again, he turned behind a field ridge and flew towards an obstacle, and soon disappeared from the sight of the tall man and other farmers.
After the farmers came to their senses, they saw only a faint shadow and a hint of fragrance in the air.
I don’t know its origin when it comes, and it’s hard to find its trace when it goes.
All the farmers said that they might have met a fairy this time, so they all put down their work, bowed their heads and bowed.
Only the tall man, holding the bunch of chrysanthemums in his hand, looked at the direction in which he disappeared, looking as if he was lost.
When fellow farmers came to call him, he didn't even realize it.
. . .
Ye Wumian frequently used his strength to leap forward, thinking that he had already escaped three or four miles and the farmers could not catch up with him.
It was only then that he let out a sigh of relief, found a big rock to sit down, took a rest, and after taking a few breaths, he thought of the scene just now, laughed a few times, and shook his head mockingly.
There happened to be a puddle next to the stone. There was a puddle of rainwater in the puddle. The water was not very clear, but it illuminated his beautiful face better than many women.
He thought to himself: "Since I want to return to Black Elk Peak to be the king of the mountain, I need to come back with a new look, so as not to have another incident like the one just now."
There are several big trees here, lush and lush, still green after winter, which can best cover something.
Seeing that there was no one around, he opened his bag and took out the blouse he wore when he came down from Black Elk Peak.
After a few movements, he changed out of his brocade clothes, put on rags, took off his lotus boots, and put on straw sandals. He also untied the bun on his head, took off hairpins and other accessories, and wrapped himself in a green and yellow mountain folk turban.
With the water in the puddle, I washed away the makeup on my face, grabbed a few handfuls of mud, smeared it on my face, and washed some off. When I looked at the water, I saw that the pretty little maid had turned into a black and yellow figure. A handsome mountain boy.
Then he felt relieved, packed up his splendid maid's clothes, tied two swords, went up the official road, and looked at the Black Elk Peak to cast his sword.
Today is a cloudless and beautiful day. The sun is high in the sky, demonstrating its unrivaled dominance.
It's just that it's approaching the beginning of winter, so this dominance is inevitably compromised. The cold wind blows, and sometimes I still feel a little cold.
Ye Wumian's internal strength is very strong, and he can easily resist the waves of warmth that surge inside his body. The poor peasants walking on the official road had a grimace on their faces, huddled up, and tried their best to keep warm in the simplest way.
Ye Wumian was living in this era, but he didn't know that the Ming Dynasty at that time had already entered what historical geographers call the "Little Ice Age."
Extreme weather and extreme disasters have increased significantly. Summers are either drought or floods, and autumn and winter are extremely cold. As for the end of the Ming Dynasty, it became more and more intense, and eventually led to the disaster of destroying the world.
He just saw that there were too many poor people in the world. Although he felt sympathy in his heart, he was helpless and shook his head and sighed.
It was almost noon, and he was immersed in driving. He only heard the sound of whips and horses behind him. It seemed that there were a few horses, letting go of their natural instincts and galloping.
This official road is not wide. If a horse flies by, you must get out of the way, otherwise you will be caught in the horse's hooves, which will be an unprovoked disaster.
He pulled a fellow traveler beside him. The man's face was very blank. He didn't know what happened. He was still in a daze until he pulled him over.
When the horse beside him galloped over, blowing strong winds, he woke up from a dream and quickly knelt down to thank Ye Wumian.
Ye Wumian smiled and said: "Brother, be careful when walking, and pay attention to the road conditions. This road is quite uneven, be careful of stepping on potholes, it will be bad if you fall!"
Well, just like the horse in front. "
