In the warm spring breeze of February, two carriages gradually drove away from Xiaojiazhuangzi, heading towards Luoyang one after the other.
Needless to say, the person sitting in this carriage was the newly appointed wealth official, Xiao Han.
After finally getting through the tedious first lunar month, as soon as the weather got warmer, Xiao Han immediately rushed out of the cage like a bird out of its cage and headed south of the Yangtze River.
"Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently! Haha, what a poem, what a poem!"
On the winding road, Xiao Han, who was sitting in the carriage, laughed and showed off his "new work" to Xue Pan.
However, before Xue Pan could express his admiration for the poem, the curtain at the front of the carriage was suddenly opened at a corner.
"Master Hou, it's really wet!! It's no use even wearing a hat. Seeing that the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why don't we find a place to hide from the rain first..." Half of the body was already soaked.
Xiaodong poked his head in from the outside and said pitifully to Xiao Han.
Xiao Han's laughter stopped suddenly, and then he turned his head little by little, his eyes filled with something called murderous intent...
This damn bastard, the artistic conception that I had been brewing for a long time was smashed to pieces by him like this!
The feeling is just like a wild boar suddenly rushing into a harvest corn field, which will completely ruin the scenery no matter how you look at it!
"Uh...goodbye!"
Suddenly seeing Xiao Han's eyes blazing, Xiaodong was dumbfounded! Although he didn't know what he had done wrong, but based on his years of understanding of Xiao Han, he was still ready to take action before a big foot came.
His head whipped out of the carriage.
"Hey, kid, stick your head in again if you dare, and I'll give you a buff..." Xiao Han roared angrily.
Xiaodong outside was holding the riding whip pitifully: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
"Haha..." Xue Pan looked at these two living treasures and laughed out loud.
Along with the continuous drizzle, Xiao Han's carriage was filled with laughter and laughter. The bursts of laughter floated behind in the spring breeze, and when heard in the fat cook's ears, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, Lao Qiu, look how happy our Lord Marquis is after he comes out!"
"Um."
"Hey, you said that when you go to Jiangnan this time, Master Hou is really going to make money."
"I don't know."
"Can you say a few more words? Don't skip two words."
"cannot!"
"You..." Looking at the expressionless Lao Qiu, the fat cook gave a fierce middle finger in his heart. Of course, if he couldn't beat him, the middle finger would definitely be shown in front of his eyes!
After a while of silence, the fat cook couldn't bear his temper and opened a corner of the curtain to look outside.
"Hey? Why did you turn the corner?"
"Take shelter from the rain!"
"To hide from the rain? There are so many big trees. You can just stay there for a while. Where can you go to hide from the rain?"
"I don't know."
"Hello? I said you've had enough! Who can show you a bad face all day long? Will you die if you smile?"
"You won't die if you laugh!" Old Qiu glanced at the fat cook, and finally was willing to say a few more words, "But if you hide under the tree from the rain, you might die!"
When the fat cook saw that Old Qiu Ken was talking nicely, he immediately became interested. He pointed to the big tree on the roadside outside and said, "Tsk, who are you kidding? I have escaped so many times under trees since I was a child..."
"Crack!"
A bolt of snow-white spring thunder instantly interrupted the fat cook's words, causing him to hold back all his thoughts about telling his experience of hiding from the rain.
"It's... it's splitting the tree!"
The fat cook stammered and pointed not far away, where a towering tree slowly fell down, and then a fire broke out...
"Old...Qiu! Who said you shouldn't take shelter under a tree?" The fat cook asked blankly after swallowing hard.
Lao Qiu said nothing, because at this time, his face was also full of shock!
Back then, when he was working in the workshop, he heard Xiao Han say that thunder and lightning in the sky are willing to hit high things, such as tall towers and big trees.
But to say that I saw it with my own eyes, this was the first time!
After being stunned for a long time and finally coming back to his senses, Lao Qiu slowly replied: "The Marquis said it."
"Oh, that's right, that's right!" When he heard that it was Xiao Han who said it, the last trace of doubt in Fat Chef's heart disappeared. He nodded vigorously, but did not dare to say anything more.
Xiao Han naturally saw the lightning strike not far away. After being shocked, he did not dare to play tricks anymore and quickly urged Xiaodong to find a place to hide from the rain.
After all, a little rain is nothing, but the thundering cloud is hovering overhead right now. Who knows where the next thunder will hit?
"Ami Doufu, I have never done anything wrong in my two lives, please don't try to hack me! Amen, Achuang..."
After "sincerely praying", I don't know if his prayer had any effect. After the carriage under him passed by at a high speed, Xiaodong's excited voice finally came from the front: "Master Hou, there is a mountain temple ahead.
!We can go there and take shelter from the rain!”
"What, mountain temple?"
Somehow, when I heard this name, the first thing that came to Xiao Han's mind was an unscrupulous ghost movie made by some unscrupulous directors in later generations.
God knows why they like to shoot this kind of movies in ruined temples and ruins. Isn’t it intentional to scare people?
But thinking about it, Xiao Han also knew that in this case, it would be good to find a place to take shelter from the rain.
Not to mention that the mountain god is also a god after all. No matter what the God of Thunder in the sky, he has to give some face to his colleagues, so he can’t kill it too, right?
While Xiao Han was still thinking about it, the carriage came to a halt.
After opening the curtain to look at the rain outside, Xiao Han took out the umbrella he had prepared early, protected Xue Pan from the car, and then ran into the temple together.
Behind him, the fit and healthy Lao Qiu was already following closely.
Xiao Han trotted all the way up the steps until he ran under the eaves. Only then did Xiao Han put away his umbrella and panted heavily to look at the mountain temple in front of him.
Contrary to what I thought, the mountain temple in front of me looked extremely complete. Even the paper on the doors and windows were new. It was completely different from the half-collapsed temples in the movies.
"Perhaps there are still people living around here, so there is still some incense." Thinking like this, a horse neighed from behind.
Xiao Han looked back and saw that Lengzi and Xiaodong were busy unloading the horses from the cart so that they could go to the temple to take shelter from the rain.
The steps of the mountain temple were a bit high and the carriage couldn't get up, so after Xiaodong and the others brought the horses up, Lao Qiu had already "opened" the closed door.
After stepping up the high steps, Xiao Han carefully followed Lao Qiu into the temple.
There is a thin layer of ash under the feet, not thick. In the big incense burner in front of the statue, there are some high-quality incense randomly inserted. It seems that just as Xiao Han guessed, there are still people coming here to worship.
