There was faint smoke rising from the end of the path.
The tired figures busy in the fields began to pack up their farm tools and walked home one after another.
A pair of good-looking brothers came to Qianjia Village.
One person was walking in front, and the other person was riding a snow-white mule that was nearly a person tall.
The mule was so good-looking, with not a single hair on its body, and a priceless red gold bell hanging around its neck. You could hear the crisp tinkling sound with every step it took.
The two of them attracted the farmers' attention as soon as they appeared.
The older one was wearing a crow-green robe, a scarf on his head, and wooden clogs on his feet. He was slim and had a heart-shaped monogram on his waist. He should be a young scholar studying abroad. The younger one looked at Eleven and Twelve, and his appearance was similar to that of the older one.
He doesn't look like that, but he is also a handsome young man with red lips, white teeth and a deep outline.
Probably her ancestors had a bit of Fan blood, and her facial features were deeper than those of ordinary people. At first glance, she thought she was a pretty girl, but when she heard the young man's name, she realized she was a young man.
"The house is humble and humble, and I feel sorry for the two gentlemen and I have to spend the night together."
Muramasa led the two of them into the side room.
Qianjia Village is a small village with less than a hundred households. The most decent and clean house in the village belongs to the Muramasa family.
Hearing that the two husbands wanted to stay, he warmly invited them to stay at his home and asked his mother-in-law to clean up the side room.
Qi Shan took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to Muramasa, asking them to prepare dry food for him for a few days, boil a pot of hot water for bathing, and use the rest as a thank you gift. Muramasa smiled and weighed the weight of the broken silver, and estimated
After a while, he said it was no trouble. Before leaving, he asked if he would like some fresh grass for the mule to eat.
When Muramasa mentioned the mule, Qishan's expression became unnatural for a moment: "No need, that mule is not a living thing, it is the creation of my brother's spirit."
Muramasa understood it as soon as he heard it, and his expression became more respectful.
Jingle bell, jingle bell——
The familiar sound of bells approaches.
Qi Shan opened the window to disperse the turbid air in the house. He looked up and saw Shen Tang holding the mule in one hand and holding a handful of grass in the other to tease it.
I could still vaguely hear Shen Xiaolangjun whispering to the mule.
"Moto, why don't you eat it? Have a taste, I picked it specially for you..."
Qishan: "..."
Speaking of this mule called "Motorcycle", he had the illusion that he was out of breath.
No one would have thought that a strange phrase - "speeding like lightning, a motorcycle of great fortune" - could actually congeal into a snow-white mule!
Shen Xiaolangjun rode up happily.
"Mr. Qi, do you want to get one too?"
Qishan decisively refused.
Not to mention that he can't use that word spirit, even if he can use it successfully, the effect may not be the same as Shen Xiaolangjun's.
The most important thing is——
No matter how good-looking a mule is, it's just a mule if he doesn't ride it!
"Then do you want to ride together?" Shen Tang raised his hand to cover his eyes to block the dazzling sun, and offered another suggestion.
Qi Shan refused again.
Even if he had a broken leg, he would not ride this stupid-looking mule.
Shen Tang shrugged without forcing it.
With a low-end sports car (mule) for transportation, her feet were finally freed. Passing by an unknown tree that looked like a banana tree, she bent over on the back of the mule and stretched out her hand to break off two pieces.
A piece of resistance is placed on the shoulder to protect from the sun.
He handed one piece out to cover Qishan's head.
"Mr. Qi!"
The sunlight above his head was blocked, so he turned his head when he heard the prayer.
Shen Tang threw the leaf to him.
"then!"
Seeing Shen Tang shielding himself from the sun and light, he smiled helplessly.
"Why should a good man fear such suffering?"
"I'm not afraid, but as the old saying goes - one white skin covers all ugliness." Shen Tang adjusted the angle of the big leaf and held it up with a smile, "The tanned skin will be uneven, which will harm the beauty."
Qishan: "..."
The two of them walked for several hours before they saw any people.
After years of drought and war, there were only a few households left in Qianjia Village. There were only a few young faces in the whole village, only elderly people and young children who were inexperienced in the world. Suddenly, two new faces appeared, and the news flew from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. , there are naughty children looking around at Muramasa's house from time to time.
Qi Shan went to see Cun Zheng for something. As soon as he came back, he heard the laughter of Shen Tang playing with a few urchins.
The two parties are "at war".
A child was wearing clothes that had been washed to white, riding on the back of a snow-white mule, holding a dead branch as a spear, looking menacing, while Shen Xiaolangjun was on foot holding a stick to meet the enemy.
The two of them were coming and going, and they were constantly fighting and fighting. The other children, as "soldiers", watched nervously from the sidelines, applauding and shouting "The general is awesome" from time to time!
Qishan: "..."
At first, I thought Shen Tang was just being playful - after all, Shen Xiaolangjun was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, and even though he suffered from being sent away, he was still naughty and active in nature - only after looking at it for a while did he realize that The strange child is also a bit interesting.
He asked Muramasa: "What is this child's name? Does he belong to that family in the village?"
Muramasa replied: "Not a child from the village."
"no?"
Muramasa sighed: "I heard that he is a child from a wealthy family. He has suffered from serious diseases since he was a child. He lives in the nearby Zhuangzi to recuperate. It is said that he is recuperating, but in fact he has been abandoned. Of course, the servants will not do their best to serve him. He looks very pitiful. , often sneaking out to play with the children in the village..."
Usually he would play around until dark, and then Zhuangzi's servants would come and take him back.
Qishan's curiosity was aroused.
"Evil disease? Where is the disease?"
Muramasa glanced at the happy-looking child, carefully pointed at his brain, and said, "I heard it's a brain disease."
To put it bluntly, he is a fool.
Qi Shan was slightly surprised and was about to speak when he heard several children burst into loud cheers.
It turned out that the child had "deceived" Shen Tang with a false shot and hit the "lord" she was protecting.
Don't argue or take sides, hit the "lord" squarely in the forehead.
According to the rules of the game, he won.
Looking at the "dead lord", Shen Tang could only "helplessly" spread his hands, drop his weapons and "surrender".
"Oh, I lost."
The winner gets the spoils.
The so-called trophies are thumb-sized caramels.
She opened the pocket on her waist, took out a handful of boring candies, and divided them one by one. This was called "rewarding the three armies", and the "chief general" who had made great contributions - the man who steadily rode the mule , the child who wielded the gun with style won three.
The other children couldn't wait to put the caramel into their mouths, but that child didn't. He just held the caramel in his hands and didn't know how to eat it.
This silly look was completely different from the high-spirited look he had when he was riding on the back of a mule and "fighting".
"Don't want to eat?"
Shen Tang knelt down and asked the child.
The child shook his head. He looked at the candy in his hand and hesitated for a while, then picked up one and handed it to Shen Tang.
He looked at her with bright eyes, as if he was expecting something.
"You feed me?"
"Well, eat." The child said.
Shen Tang didn't mind the dirty little hands of the child, so he opened his mouth to eat the candy he handed to him, smiling and raising his eyes.
"Yeah, it's so sweet. Do you want to try it too?"
When the child saw this, he lowered his head and picked up another one and put it into his mouth.
The last one was put back into the faded pouch around his waist.
The bag is heavy.
Taking advantage of her perspective, Shen Tang vaguely saw that there was a delicate tiger-head jade inside, with small seal characters engraved on it.
The other children went home contentedly, but this child, whose clothes had been washed and faded, stayed behind and was led by Muramasa to the main room to wait.
The weather in summer is extremely fickle. Not long after it gets dark, heavy rain pours down from the dark sky.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the wind howled.
Shen Tang was reading at night, crazily memorizing words and ideas.
