Chapter 47 A letter from home is worth ten thousand dollars
The mountains are high, the emperor is far away, the grass is dense and there are many thieves.
After Song You had a night's rest, he walked from the ferry to Lingbo County, a journey of nearly a hundred miles. In addition to the winding mountain roads, thick grass and dense forests, there were two groups of bandits who stopped them.
However, the two groups of bandits did not give him any trouble. Seeing that he was a true Taoist, they let him go.
When it comes to money, Song You still has some on him.
When I went out, I brought about 20 taels of silver. A group of merchants on Jinyang Road gave me a dozen taels as gifts, and the reward for the escaped thief was another 20 taels. However, the consumption in Yidu was quite high. After living there for half a year, Song You had almost no money.
I had treated myself badly in life, and even though I had some sporadic income from drawing talismans, I still spent nearly twenty taels on it.
He originally wanted to buy a horse and a mule for the rest, leaving some as the original capital for starting again after the spring. After that, if he had money, he would be more indulgent, and if he had no money, he would save some. In fact, it didn't matter to him. Unexpectedly, the horse was not spent.
A lot of money was saved.
If these bandits knew that he had nearly thirty taels of silver on him, they probably wouldn't let him go so easily.
It was already the morning of the second day when we arrived in Lingbo County.
Song You judged the north based on the direction of the sun, but it was not very accurate. Firstly, the sunrise was not necessarily due east, and secondly, the division of east, west, south, and west in the city was not necessarily accurate. After half searching and half asking, he finally arrived at the North City.
"gentlemen!"
"Letter from home? Where does it come from?"
"yes."
"yes."
Chen Han quickly lifted up his cuffs, wiped off the moisture on his face, said something to Song You, and walked out quickly.
There was a man outside, dressed in men's clothing, with a scarf wrapped around his face. He was as tall as normal. He was holding a simple long knife in his left hand, with a rein around his wrist, leading a yellow southwest horse, and holding a device in his right hand.
The bamboo tube of the letter is covered with fatigue and dust.
Maybe someone is still halfway there.
"People in the world meet by chance, but we will see each other again tomorrow. The world is so vast that no one can meet anyone else. I advise you not to be coy and speak quickly."
When Chen Han read it, he couldn't help but cry again.
The two red and yellow horses stood side by side in the yard, and the three people took their seats in the main room.
I found Ganzao Lane and asked Chen Han's family again.
Song You nodded to her and she laughed softly.
Looking at it like this, I was the first one to arrive.
Before he even reached the door, he shouted:
"May I ask...who are you looking for?"
The woman took off the scarf that was wrapped around her face, revealing a somewhat round face. Even though her face was dusty and her lips were chapped, she still couldn't hide her delicate features and childishness. With this face, she would probably only be able to walk around in the world after beheading someone.
It's only when you hold a bloody knife that it becomes somewhat intimidating.
"You have lived up to your expectations!"
"That man is very particular."
"Walked a bit of water."
A whole big old hen, stir-fried with mushrooms, fills a big pot, fragrant and smooth, and adds a pot of fried two-sided yellow, in a hurry, it is also a good dish for entertaining guests.
This is also interesting.
"Mr. laughed."
"It doesn't have to be this way."
She glanced at the room, focused on Song You, and then immediately looked at Chen Han:
No knockers are used, it is slightly more powerful than Song You.
"Maybe."
It would be wrong to say that it has never faded.
"rational."
So he lightly clicked the door knocker, and there was a beeping sound.
Chen Han looked back at Song You and didn't dare to delay. He walked to the door and immediately opened the door.
"oh?"
Only then did Song You vaguely realize that when he came out of the tea stall and took a few steps, when he turned around and looked back, the old man selling tea was asking where a group of people from the world were going, and she was among the group of people from the world.
"As entrusted by your old father, I brought you a letter."
"Outside Yidu City, there is a tea stall along the road."
"Chen Han and Chen Gong."
After reading it, I burst into tears.
It was almost noon by this time.
"Going back."
"I am Chen Han!"
"Nice name."
What came from outside was a female voice:
"Is this Chen Han's home?"
I couldn't hear the words clearly amidst the crying, I could only vaguely make out words such as "The child is unfilial" and "Thank you sir".
"I'm just curious."
"Please come in quickly!!"
Song You only felt that he had gained a little more knowledge.
"This is a suitable name for a man."
As she spoke, she handed the bamboo tube to Chen Han. She spoke with the crispness and ease of a Jianghu person, and paused: "But it seems that someone is already ahead of me."
Then he whispered:
"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
Mr. and Mrs. Chen quickly brought the food.
Chen Han immediately stretched out his hands, took the bamboo tube tremblingly and respectfully, immediately unscrewed the mud seal, took out the letter paper, held it in his hand and read only two or three lines, his eyes were already red.
The voice is much rougher than the appearance.
"Dong dong dong."
So in the afternoon, there was smoke from the Chen family again.
Inside the door was a dark, thin, middle-aged man with disheveled clothes and a beard. He had a vicissitudes of life, a look of shock and respect.
"I think so. I heard that the group of people tried to run away that night, but winter thunder and thunderbolts from the clear sky beat them half to death. It was probably the appearance of Grandpa Yue Wang who captured them."
"Many of my names also have Taoist rhymes."
"You are a wonderful person."
She looked at Song You, and Song You looked at her.
There is a yard inside, neither big nor small, and there are some chickens, so you can bring horses in.
"Destined."
When he arrived at the door of his house, the sun was already over his head. Song You stood at the door, hoping that Chen Han had not moved and was at home today.
Song You's talk was not that high.
"I knew it!"
"But the money was stolen?"
If a gentleman does not set up his melon fields and plum trees, Song You will follow him out.
"My horses are obedient and don't need to be tied up, and they won't wander around. My cats are also sensible and won't hurt the chickens and ducks under their feet." Song You said, casually pulling out the bamboo tube from his quilt bag and handing it to the man -
"Sir..."
"It's true that it was taken by a Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain. But I don't think it sounds good. I'm afraid the Taoist priest said it casually."
The woman repeated it again, but continued to stare at Song You with eager eyes:
So he added:
"meet again."
"As the saying goes, my parents are not far away from home, but pitiful me, a son of a human being, is thousands of miles away and has not been back for two or three years. My mother is so sick from overwork that she has to ask someone to bring a letter...
…”
And he only had one thought in his mind——
"That's not true."
"Know!"
"Haha, not really."
"Who is sir?"
"Women in the world often choose male names."
Song You just stood aside and watched quietly.
Refusing at this time is meaningless, it just adds to the debt, and Song You really needs a place to stay.
I just heard the voice of a middle-aged man coming from inside:
"Who are you looking for?"
"I see."
"I think I've only seen you once before at the Yidu Temple Fair." The Jianghu woman put her sword on the table, her tone not coy at all, "At that time, I saw that you were wearing Taoist robes, you were young and quite conspicuous, but then you changed.
When I came back from the circle, I saw you looking for the man who did the magic again. Hehe, we are still guessing. Maybe the man stole the money?"
Chen Han was extremely grateful, thanked him profusely, and immediately invited them in again.
"It's fate..."
Letters from home are really worth ten thousand dollars.
"Exactly!"
Song You followed him through the door.
"Um?"
Sending letters is already extremely difficult, so don’t make it any more difficult.
"Where is it?"
"Quick! Sanniang! Kill the chicken!"
The woman seemed satisfied and asked again:
"Are you coming back?"
However, as soon as she turned around, she handed over to Song You:
"If you are a member of the martial arts world, please sign up first. My surname is Wu, and I am named Sui. I am a disciple of the Yizhou Xishan Sect. How do you call me sir?"
"Sir, are you really from Yidu?"
"But he seemed to have been arrested that night. You couldn't have reported it to the officer, right?"
The handwriting of this letter is different again. It is obviously written by different people, and even the wording is different, but the meaning is the same. It doesn’t take much thinking to know that the old man must be embarrassed to bother an official.
I finished all the letters in one breath, so I asked different officials to write them separately. When I read it again, not only did I still miss him, but I could also imagine the old man asking the officials one after another, and telling them his feelings in front of them.
The scene of the child's longing, and these officials also felt the old man's longing, patiently sorted out the long-winded spoken words, and turned them into words in the letters. Each one was written differently, but they were all written with the same care.
.
"Are you Chen Han?"
“The waterway is easy to walk on.”
Soon someone heard crying and came out. It was a woman. Seeing this, she quickly helped Chen Han up, took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears. She asked and comforted him for a long time before she persuaded him to stop.
"Sir, don't leave today. Although the home is simple, there is a bed for him to rest on. It is still better than hotels in the city or temples outside the city." The man said to him with red eyes.
At this moment, there was another knock on the door outside the yard.
Soon there were voices and footsteps inside. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and stopped at the door, but maybe I had just gotten up from my lunch break and was tidying up my clothes, so I didn't open the door immediately.
"The surname is Song, the given name is You, and the courtesy name is Menglai. He is from a mountain in Lingquan County, Yizhou."
The woman probably knew what was going on, so she didn't dare to delay at all, and immediately went outside to catch the chicken.
"Nothing in the world is as light as in a book."
Song You prefers to think that the mountains are high and the water is far away, and the road is long and blocked. The rest of the people are stuck on the road, are afraid of bandits, or have their own affairs to delay, so it is not intentional that they cannot be sent over.
This middle-aged man's lips were trembling.
Chen Han read the letter again.
"Exactly!"
The calico cat jumped on the table and looked closely at him crying.
"That's sixteen hundred miles away!"
If the woman hadn't brought him the letter and was talking to him at this time, but it was just an accidental encounter on the roadside, there would be no connection with the memory.
Song You narrowed his eyes and nodded repeatedly.
Song You saw him approaching the crack in the door, using it to look at himself.
"This is the third time we have met."
Fortunately, it didn't take long and the memory has not faded.
Everyone knows how difficult it is to deliver letters these days. Some people come from thousands of miles to deliver letters, but they don’t just pay the travel expenses and forget about it. Good food and drink are just a courtesy, and the friendship involved is difficult to repay.
"Where are you going? You actually arrived before me."
With a bang, the wooden door was pulled open immediately.
"Has Shima made a bet with his companions?"
"Then you've found the right one."
The hearty laughter from a woman was something Song You rarely heard in this era.
Thousands of miles away, with numerous mountains and rivers, and rampant bandits, the road ahead is unpredictable. This message delivery road is not accessible to ordinary people. Ability is secondary, and the most important thing is faith and persistence.
"You can't do anything fake."
"I am a monk from the Qing Dynasty in the mountains. I have traveled around the mountains and rivers. I was entrusted by the father of Chen Gong to bring a letter from home."
The woman is not restrained and eats meat in large quantities.
Song You didn't say anything, and fed the cat while eating.
A pile of bones gradually piled up on the table, which was really refreshing.
Chen Han was a little afraid of the woman who was obviously dressed as a Jianghu person, but she had traveled thousands of miles to deliver the letter, so how could he lose etiquette, so he also invited the woman to stay at home. While eating meat, the woman agreed readily, but she also knew
They were worried and said they would leave early tomorrow morning.