There is a little bit of fun in a small farmhouse with little food and water.
Ye Wumian, in the posture of a woman, wished the white-haired old woman a blessing and said: "This Yao, may I ask where this place is? Is there a road nearby that leads to the outside world?"
The white-haired old woman saw with her turbid eyes a tall and tall "girl" asking her questions. Although her clothes were tattered, her posture was extraordinary. She didn't dare to neglect, so she quickly stood up and hugged the baby tightly.
She said in a dry voice: "Ask about this area. This area is a mountainous area. My house is connected to the inner mountain next to it. We are the only family. We call it Yanzhupo. Not far to the east, there is a road. It’s considered a main road. After walking for less than three or four miles, I saw a temple belonging to Grandpa Guan Wang, so it was left over from the Song Dynasty. After passing the temple, we left the mountain.”
Although the old woman is old, her thoughts are still clear and her words are organized. She gave Ye Wumian clear instructions without a few words.
Ye Wumian thanked her sincerely, took out a broken piece of silver from his arms, and held it respectfully with both hands.
The white-haired old woman didn't understand what he meant, so she took two steps back and said hurriedly, "The little girl is on her way in a hurry and is hungry. She is willing to give her one or two taels of silver to buy some food from Yao Lai."
Only then did the white-haired old woman stabilize her body and said with a smile: "That's it. The peasant's simple food is worthless. You'd better take back this piece of silver quickly. I don't dare to ask for it."
This old woman was very simple. Seeing that she didn't look like a bad person after sleeping all night, she didn't put any precautions on her. She left the child in his arms and hurried into the house.
After a while, she brought out a large bowl of steaming rice in one hand and a plate of garlic-soaked bacon in the other. She held a pair of chopsticks between her rough and wrinkled fingers and placed them on the bench, inviting Ye Wumian to come and eat. .
Ye Wumian loved the one-year-old toddler very much. She wiped the clear mucus flowing from his nose, pinched the chubby little baby face, and straightened the peace and happiness hanging around his neck. The longevity lock made him babbling and laughing happily.
He handed the little child back to the white-haired old woman, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating.
He had been hungry for a long time, and the bacon from the farm was so fragrant that he ate in a hurry, regardless of the appearance.
During the meal, the white-haired old woman advised: "Little sister Tuo, eat slowly. Winter is not as good as summer, digestion is slower. If you eat fast, it is easy to accumulate food, which is not good for hurting the stomach."
Ye Wumian benefited a lot from the simple philosophy of life. He nodded with a smile and listened to her words, slowing down but still pulling.
Seeing that he almost choked several times, the old woman held the baby in her arms and heated up a jar of shochu from the stove in the house. She smiled and said: "The shochu I brew in the wild is not as good as the fine wine enjoyed by people in the city. Don't ask for it, girl." dislike."
How could I not dare to dislike it in the sleepless night? I stooped down to take the wine and drank it in one sip. It was quite spicy in my throat. In this cold winter, it was better than a fire. After a while, my body was warm, hot sweat broke out, and there were clear stains on my nose.
In the Ming Dynasty, wine-making technology has made great progress, distillation methods have been widely used, and people have been able to brew high-strength wine. This spicy taste will make you sleepless at night.
After dinner and wine, I had a sleepless night and then paid the silver tael. The white-haired old woman said she refused to accept it.
Nightless thought: Although her family is a prosperous farmer, they don't owe me anything. She brought this meal to me for free, but I received it without merit and was always uneasy after eating it. But if she doesn’t accept the money, how can I live with her?
In a dilemma, I saw that the snow had piled up several layers thickly on the thatched house, bending the roof beams.
It was obvious that these beams were made of materials that had been around for many years. They had been dampened for a long time, and had been exposed to wind and sun, and had become somewhat rotten. If they could not bear the heavy load of snow for a while, they broke apart, causing the house to collapse, which was a tragedy that resulted in the destruction of the house and the loss of lives.
He was so blessed that he pointed to the house and said, "Oh, the snow is so heavy and it keeps falling. Do you plan to clean up the snow on the roof?"
The white-haired old woman looked at it and sighed: "I told the old man to clean it up in the morning, but he didn't take it seriously. He just went to the mountains to cut firewood in the snow. When I come back in the evening, I will urge him to clean it up!"
Ye Wumian smiled and said, "You don't have to wait for him to come back. This matter will be left to me."
"You?" The white-haired old woman looked at Ye Wumian's petite body and hesitated, "Little sister Tuo, don't be brave. The snow on the roof weighs hundreds of thousands of pounds at least. Can you clean it up? "
Then he pointed to another small thatched house with a sad face: "That house also belongs to my family. This child's parents passed away early, and it was originally a new house for them, but now it has to be left vacant..." As he said that, he saw Thinking about things and people, a few lines of turbid tears flowed from my old eyes.
Sleepless and speechless, he stood there for a long time before bowing and saying: "Little sister, she has some skills in walking around the rivers and lakes. She can clear the snow on the two roofs with a snap of her fingers. You can step out of the eaves first and take a look outside. Look at me." Let me share your worries."
The white-haired old woman hurriedly put away the dishes and chopsticks, hugged the baby, and came out of the house doubtfully, but still persuaded: "Little sister Tuo, you are single and weak, how long do you want to clean two roofs? You should wait for my old man to come back. , then go clean it up."
Ye Wumian smiled and said, "Ao'an, keep an eye on it."
With a slap on the waist, the zhenqi surged, and the pine pattern sword roared out. Ye Wumian grabbed it, flew up alone, and performed a parallel dance move "Yin Yang Cuts Dusk", which separated two sword lights.
The virtual sword light was thrust into the snow on the roof, and it was trapped; the real sword light was puffed up, neatly dividing the snow into square pieces.
Dozens of snow cubes slid down diagonally along the imaginary sword light, like sliced cakes, falling to the ground and falling apart.
When I looked at the roof again, there was only a thin layer of snow left, and the beams that had been bent were straightened for a while.
The white-haired old woman was stunned, holding the baby in her arms, with her mouth wide open, unable to speak; the baby was in swaddling clothes, looking at sleepless nights, dancing with her little fat arms, and screaming excitedly, not knowing what to say. what language.
Ye Wumian repeated his old trick and cleared the snow from another roof in this way.
The snow fell on the ground and piled up in a thick layer.
A sword "looks like a ridge on the side and a peak on the side", and separates forty-nine sword shadows, one after another, each holding some snow, and they all go far away.
The snow barrier in front of the door was cleared and opened up.
Ye Wumian smiled and sheathed his sword.
The big yellow dog barked at him twice. The dog's face was very angry and unfriendly.
When Ye Wumian looked at it, it turned out that it was his actions just now that had knocked the dog's dog bowl away.
"If you show off your strength, I will lose my job." The big yellow dog seemed to say so in its bark.
Ye Wumian laughed, and with quick eyes, he saw the shiny dog bowl in a pile of snow not far away, and took it back and put it on the table.
The white-haired old woman added some leftovers.
The big yellow dog had food to eat again, so he bared his teeth, waggled his tail, and happily exhaled hot air from his nose to rub his sleepless knees.
"Hey, hey." Ye Wumian teased the big yellow dog twice and said with a smile, "Your job is saved."
The white-haired old woman was about to kneel down to Ye Wumian, but Ye Wumian hurriedly supported her. Hearing her excited words, he hurriedly explained: "Ao'an, I'm not a god, I just know some martial arts..."
