Mr. Lin's daughter, named Lin Shuanglan, is only sixteen years old this year. She is waiting at the door with her sleeves rolled up and a large meat-chopping knife in her hand.
Seeing Mr. Lin San and Mr. Mo Mo coming out, Lin Shuanglan raised her feet to greet them, then turned her eyes and landed on the three people behind them.
As soon as her eyes touched Xia Zhaoyi, she couldn't move away.
Qingxiang Village belongs to Dashan'ao. The women in the village work harder than the men and are all tanned. This is the first time Lin Shuanglan has seen such fair skin.
"Who is that girl?" Lin Shuanglan asked Mr. Lin in a low voice.
Although Third Master Lin had been sitting in the ancestral hall for a long time, it was no different than he was not present: "Let's go and talk when we get back."
Lin Shuanglan nodded and couldn't help but look at the girl again.
The girl seemed to feel something, and turned her bright eyes to look at her.
Calm eyes without any emotion, glanced at him lazily, with a coldness that has not yet been restrained.
Lin Shuanglan was agitated and avoided her sight in embarrassment.
There were many people watching the fun in the village, so Mo Wuye asked the militiamen to stop the onlookers and chose a small road to go to Lin's house.
The Lin family's house is very large. When you enter the front door, you will see many iron pots set up in the large open space. Many women are busy. Bacon, frozen meat, freshly slaughtered meat are spread next to them, and several women are frying lard.
The scene was smoky and the wood was crackling. Lin Shuanglan handed the machete to Master Lin and asked him to fish out the meat in the big iron pot at the end. She rubbed her hands on her apron and went over.
Entertaining Xia Zhaoyi.
Mr. Mo Wu was asking Xia Zhaoyi what his requirements for accommodation were. Lin Shuanglan approached and felt a little embarrassed: "Uncle Wu, please introduce me!"
As he spoke, he smiled at Xia Zhaoyi's uncomfortable curved lips.
Mo Wuye didn't know much, so he briefly mentioned the names of the people, and then introduced Lao Tong and Zhi Changle.
"Miss Ah Li is so beautiful, like a fairy..." Lin Shuanglan said.
"Miss Lin, you're welcome," Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Come!" Lin Shuanglan called in, "You go and sit in the hall first, and I will serve you delicious food right now!"
"Thank you." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Mr. Lin is a local village sage and a kind man. If the land he has released for rent collection encounters a situation where the villagers are in a hurry, Mr. Lin will not only refuse to collect the rent, but will also give money to their homes.
Lin Shuanglan was his only daughter, but she did not spoil the rich. She liked to work and mingled with the women in the village, and was better at it than many farm girls.
Therefore, the Lin family and his daughter are extremely popular in the three villages in Qingxiang Mountain.
This is also the reason why Mr. Lin was elected as the "general" of the militia this time, even though he didn't want to be one at all.
The furnishings in the hall were simple, but clean and bright. Lin Shuanglan brought the fine Green Fragrance Silver Needle tea. After a while, several women began to bring meat inside.
Lao Tong and Zhi Changle hurriedly stood up and waved their hands, saying no, and asking them to take it back.
After several rounds of hesitation, each side finally gave in, leaving one game behind.
Although the other party did not say it clearly, Lao Tong and Zhi Changle could tell that they were killing livestock and poultry that could be killed and making them into portable meat so that they could run away at any time.
Otherwise, if they were really attacked, people might not be able to run away, not to mention these livestock, so there would be no point in eating this mouthful of meat.
Lin Shuanglan brought a few more plates of vegetarian dishes: "It's okay, eat! You are honored guests, eat with open arms!"
After putting down the dishes, she looked at Xia Zhaoyi.
Xia Zhaoyi was drinking tea, and slowly her eyes fell on the Youzhou Purge Compilation Book that Mo Wuye had just given her.
"Miss Ah Li," Lin Shuanglan said, "do you eat meat?"
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyes and looked at her: "Okay, thank you."
"Miss Ali is so awesome," Lin Shuanglan looked at the establishment book, "Although I am literate, I can't understand these."
"It's useless to understand it," Zhi Changle said, "This was used by General Liang Zongguang in the past for purges. After Shiding Town was gone, Tian Dayao's military system was different. If the Song thieves captured Youzhou, the military system would be different.
It has to change again.”
"It's still useful," Xia Zhaoyi said, "It can be used for comparison and improvement."
"Did you hear that?" Lao Tong shouted to Zhi Changle, "It's useful!"
Zhi Changle scratched his head: "Don't I feel sorry for General Liang!"
"General Liang is indeed a great hero," Lin Shuanglan said sadly, "He treats his subordinates extremely well."
When Liang Zongguang was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly became a little solid, and Lao Tong and Zhi Changle also became sad.
Everyone admires a general who takes the lead and dies fighting hard.
It wasn't until Xia Zhaoyi gently turned the pages of the booklet that they calmed down.
The girl sat quietly and drank tea slowly, seemingly unaffected by their emotions.
"Eat meat." Old Tong whispered to Zhi Changle.
Mo Wuye was very good at taking care of chores. In a short time, he arranged a place for Xia Zhaoyi to stay tonight.
After Lao Tong and Zhi Changle had eaten and drank enough, they followed a small militiaman named Er Ding sent by Master Mo Wu and left.
The sky is gradually getting darker, Qingxiang Village has entered the night break, and there is only a little light left in the surrounding areas.
Except for Master Lin, the other four generals are currently in front of Master Zhan's bed.
Zhi Changle was a strong man, and even though he was very restrained, Master Zhan was still beaten to the point where his left hand was in a plaster cast.
Zhan Qiye couldn't make up his mind as to whether or not these three people should stay.
Zhan Baye doesn't care. Although he covets the girl's beauty, he knows that he has no chance. He can stay or not.
Zhan Jiuye felt that just because of the troubled times, there were many opportunities to try, and it might be an opportunity. As for whether the other party was good or bad, Qingxiang Village had a population of several thousand, so there was nothing they could do about these three people.
Mo Wuye still disagrees. In today's interactions, he slightly likes this girl's temperament. But it's just a chance to let her stay. Being conservative like him, he can't accept it.
After chatting for a long time, Mr. Zhan Qi stood up and said, "That's all, as usual, let's draw lots."
Things have come to this, and it has to be like this.
Master Zhan Qi took out the tool from his sleeve that they had to catch every now and then.
Outside the house, night insects chirped and the evening breeze was cool.
Under the largest elm tree near Zhan's house, an eight-year-old child with thick eyebrows and big eyes quietly poked his head out.
The night watch militiamen stood there, drowsy.
Yawning again, the militiaman couldn't bear it anymore. He put the native spear aside, sat down on the stone, and closed his eyes.
The child did not go out immediately, but continued to wait very patiently.
When the other person was completely asleep, he watched quietly for a while before quietly touching it.
Not far behind the militiamen was Xia Zhaoyi's carriage.
The boy was sure that there must be something valuable in the carriage.
After all, this group of people is so extraordinary. Their style of attack and their temperament are definitely not ordinary people.
After walking around behind the tree, the child stepped on the low rocks and opened the curtain of the carriage in the dark light.
empty.
The child was surprised. He looked carefully and found nothing.
