During the Laba Festival, everyone celebrates together, with horses going out and down the river.
It was the first time that the black horse Shama was traveling far away. In the cold wind, he ran all the way with his hooves in a unique spirit. The black hair on his forehead that covered his eyes was swaying in the wind.
The long country road spreads irregularly under the hooves of horses
"Hey, Zhu Pingan, why are you sneaking away? Geez, you look like a bereaved dog."
At a fork in the road not far from the village, Li Shu appeared quietly on horseback wearing a red cloak, with fluttering clothes, a slightly raised face, a white neck, a pair of big black eyes, and a face full of eerie aura.
Behind him was Baozi's little maid Hua'er, holding her skirt and panting as she chased after her young lady.
"Why are you sneaking around in broad daylight? Are you here to see me off?" Zhu Pingan stopped to kill the dark horse, looked at the sinister girl Li Shu, and asked with the corners of his lips raised.
"What a beautiful thought. Who gave it to you? I was here to walk my horse. I saw a toad lying on the horse's back from a distance. I thought it looked familiar and came to take a look."
The sinister girl Li Shu rolled her eyes disdainfully, denied it, and said with a small mouth.
"Toad? Haha, wish me the victory in the Toad Palace again?" Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and smiled.
"You are so shameless. You even won the title of Toad Palace. I see you sneaking away in a dejected manner. You are obviously afraid that you will fail the exam and be laughed at by the villagers. The capital is a gathering of talents from all over the world. I see you will be dejected when you leave the capital↘︽
Walking sneakily."
Li Shu, a sinister girl, looked at Zhu Ping'an with a pair of big black eyes and a sneer on her red lips.
"Then just wait and see."
Zhu Ping'an killed Matt's dark horse with one shot and set out again to rush for the exam.
At the fork in the road, the sinister girl Li Shu kept watching Zhu Pingan's figure disappear into the distance. Then she turned around and led the little maid Baozi back to Shanghe Village.
Kaoshan Town
Anyone who has been here knows that this place is surrounded by mountains, and at the foot of the mountains there are barren villages one after another. After getting off the official road, the mountain road is not so easy to walk, with ups and downs, ravines and rocks, and irregular shapes.
People along the road repeat the dance of life in this irregularity, starting at sunrise and ending at sunset.
Sha Ma Hei Ma had just left home and was full of energy. At noon, he had already passed through the mountain town of Kaoshan. He passed five or six villages in succession and rested at the foot of a mountain with a stream.
Zhu Ping'an temporarily removed the things from Sha Ma's horse and tied the horse to a tree trunk, allowing Sha Ma's black horse to rest and eat hay. Zhu Pin'an himself also found a sheltered place from the wind, leaning on rocks to remove the baggage.
I took some pancakes baked by my mother, Chen, and ate them with pickles.
The sunshine is not very good, and dark clouds are gradually approaching. The river here is covered with hay, and in the distance there is a shepherd boy leading a big yellow dog to drive the sheep home for lunch. The big yellow dog barks happily behind the sheep, and the gnawing
The sheep that had had enough withered grass shook their bellies and followed their little master home contentedly on this cold winter land.
After eating two pancakes, Zhu Ping'an waited for the black horse to eat some hay, then put the things on the horse again and set off for the exam again.
In the cold winter, the small stones on the road were frozen and brittle, and Shamat Black Horse stepped on them with horseshoes. The small stones made a crisp sound and shattered. Then, Shamat Black Horse seemed to have discovered something interesting.
As if he was specifically walking around where there were gravels just to hear the sound, Zhu Ping'an on horseback was knocked over by Kill Matt, a brainless black horse.
As a result, Zhu Ping'an pulled the reins several times to change the bad habits of the brain-dead horse like Sha Matt.
It was the first time he really went out alone. He arranged the itinerary entirely by himself. With little experience and no understanding of the road conditions and the road ahead, Zhu Pingan missed a mountain village in the evening, and then rode his horse for seven or eight miles into the desert.
Not a village in sight.
Before I knew it, the setting sun had already set in the Western Mountains, burning the mountain ridges as red as fire, and the dark clouds also changed their color.
Looking around, there are many mountains, and there is no trace of life. There is only a mountain road spreading forward and disappearing into the distance.
Sha Ma and Dark Horse were also tired, they had no strength to rush, and their speed also slowed down a lot, which made Zhu Pingan give up the plan of returning to the village behind Bali.
Zhu Pingan was riding on the horse and looked around. There were many mountains. Just when Zhu Pingan was disappointed, he saw what seemed to be a small house at the foot of the mountain about fifty meters away on the left side of the mountain road, so he got off the horse and led Sha Matt.
The black horse went down the mountain road and headed towards the small house along an almost invisible path.
As we get closer, we can see that this house seems to be a simple house for hunters in the mountains to rest temporarily. It is made of wood and thatch as the main materials. It seems to be somewhat similar to the shanty that was kidnapped by the demon Ruo Nan on the Tong Sheng test road, but this one seems to be better.
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"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
Zhu Ping'an was outside the door, holding his hands and asking loudly.
No one answered. Zhu Pingan asked loudly three times, but still no one answered. It is estimated that no one has lived in this shanty for a while, and it is estimated that hunters do not come here often.
Zhu Ping'an led the black horse to the door, unlocked the latch and pushed the door open. It was still clean inside, but it seemed that no one had lived in it for a while.
Zhu Pingan led the black horse into the shanty, tied it to a pillar, then removed the things from the horse and placed it on the straw bed in the shanty. Then Zhu Pingan searched for something in the shanty.
He took the sickle out of the shack, cut some hay around with the sickle, and carried it to the shack to use as fodder for killing the black horse. He did this three times.
The living utensils in the shanty were quite complete, including an iron pot with a hanging ring and firewood, rice, oil and salt. Zhu Pingan borrowed it temporarily, picked up some firewood and hay from outside, and took the iron pot to the creek not far behind the house.
He broke open the ice with a stone, washed the iron pot with stream water, and then filled an iron pot with cold stream water and carried it into the shanty.
Cook rice, light a fire, cook, and make pancakes.
The fragrant millet porridge, paired with mother Chen's pickled cucumber side dishes, was a real pleasure after a day of running around. After eating and drinking, I poured the remaining millet porridge into a basin and brought it to Shamat Heima.
, let it drink some hot water too.
After that, Zhu Pingan tidied the bed again, covered it with thick straw, then spread the bedding he brought on the straw, and then closed the shack door from the inside.
After running around for a day, I was very tired even though I was riding a horse. Fortunately, my mother, Mrs. Chen, made rabbit fur padding for the saddle so that my legs would not be worn out.
However, he was exhausted, so Zhu Pingan did not take a rest immediately. Instead, as usual, he prepared to read for a while before going to bed.
A fire was lit in the shack, and thick and thin wood was mixed in. The flames burned brightly, providing both lighting and warmth.
Zhu Pingan sat in front of the fire, holding a volume in his hand, and read it with relish by the light of the fire. The firewood made a crackling sound, and the warm temperature hit him, making Zhu Pingan snorted in comfort and changed.
Get into a comfortable position and continue reading.
After adding firewood twice, Zhu Pingan put away the books and prepared to rest. He moved the straw and firewood far away from the fire to eliminate potential safety hazards before going to bed.
Lying on the bed, facing the window, you can have an unobstructed view of the window.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It’s indescribable to be so lonely. (To be continued...)