Yang Ling'er curiously looked at Ye Xiaochuan and Ye Xiaochuan, who were famous for their hatred, and said: "You were quarreling fiercely just now. Why don't you quarrel now? Are you living in harmony?"
Ye Xiaochuan drank a few sips of water, wiped the water stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said: "Since Mr. Yang has already sent a message to buy new mounts for the two of us, why are we so embarrassed and arguing?"
Bailiyuan smiled and said, "That's right, if you had spoken earlier, we would have stopped arguing. Listen, my oriole-like voice has become hoarse!"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "When we get to Anqing City, I will buy some pieces of Pang Dahai to moisten your throat."
Yang Ling'er was speechless and confused.
She finally understood that the two guys had been arguing for an hour, and it was just a show for herself.
I, the innocent Saint of Piaomiao Pavilion, had been fooled once again, and had to be taken advantage of again.
Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan certainly didn't care about the life or death of the two little donkeys. To be precise, since Yang Ling'er's horse died, Ye Xiaochuan's little donkey was sold to Mr. Yang.
When entering Zhuxian Town, Ye Xiaochuan was walking with two feet, one step at a time, pulling two donkeys in front. Baili Yuan and Yang Ling'er were riding on the back of a donkey, sometimes talking and laughing, sometimes feeling sad.
Autumn.
Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan were both not economical. They had been arguing for an hour, but they were actually arguing to Yang Ling'er so that she could buy mounts for them.
Shameless is the perfect way to describe these two people who have similar personalities.
Following the ancient road, it turns out that this ancient road does not seem to lead to Anqing City in the northeast, but to the northwest.
At dusk, the three of them came to a village called Xiaozhou Village.
The village is quite large, with two small rivers crossing it to the east, and the village is to the west of the river.
Unlike most villages, this small boat village is built along the water, built high and low on the edge of the winding river. The village runs north to south, is very long and narrow, and has pointed ends, just like a boat.
Perhaps it is precisely because the layout of the village looks like a boat that it is called Xiaozhou Village.
Xiaozhou Village is very big, almost as big as a small town, with at least hundreds of families living there.
At dusk, under the afterglow of the setting sun, you can see farm men in twos and threes carrying hoes walking back to the village talking and laughing along the path in front of the village. You can also see innocent children in groups of three or five, chasing after each other with laughter. You can also see
Many village women were washing rice and washing vegetables by the river.
A curl of smoke rises from the chimney. There seems to be the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking.
"What a beautiful small village in the south of the Yangtze River, just like an ink painting, so beautiful."
Yang Ling'er pointed out the country and inspired words, and began to feel sad about spring and autumn again.
Baili Yuan nodded and praised: "In the past ten years, I have traveled all over the world and I have seen a lot. The western part of the Middle Earth is windy and sandy, so people often dig kilns to live in it. The south is mountainous, and people build according to the mountains. Only
Only in this prosperous land of water and rice in the south of the Yangtze River can we see this picturesque scene of chickens and dogs crowing."
Ye Xiaochuan didn't have any artistic talent for appreciating Jiangnan ink paintings. When the two began to talk about the architectural style of this small village, he couldn't help but curl his lips.
He said: "What's so interesting here? It's not made of gold. It's getting dark soon, so I'd better ask the villagers where this place is. I've been walking all day, why haven't I arrived at Anqing City yet?"
Disturbed by Ye Xiaochuan's rude words, Bailiyuan and Yang Ling'er's mood of admiring this rare little village with sunset and cooking smoke also disappeared.
Baili Yuan rolled her eyes and said: "From now on, when Mr. Yang and I are talking about poetry, poetry, and poetry, and commenting on the scenery, can you stop talking? In your eyes, there is nothing else but gold, just one word."
, vulgar!”
Ye Xiaochuan hummed: "I am a common person, and you two are elegant, so you can continue to be arty. I will ask for directions."
Ye Xiaochuan is very dissatisfied with Baili Yuan now. Ever since this pretty boy Young Master Yang joined this small team, Bai Li Yuan can't wait to put his face on Young Master Yang's ass.
This is a typical nymphomaniac.
Ye Xiaochuan groaned as he walked towards the entrance of the village and murmured: "It's just that she is a little more handsome than me, or her skin is a little whiter than mine. I really can't understand that Bailiyuan is so superficial and a woman who pays attention to appearance.
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Just as an old man carrying a hoe passed by, Ye Xiaochuan came to his senses and asked: "Brother, may I ask, where is this place and how far are we from Anqing City?"
The old man looked Ye Xiaochuan up and down, and then glanced at Baili Yuan and Yang Ling'er who were pointing out the surrounding scenery not far away.
He said: "You are from out of town, right? This is Xiaozhou Village, which is more than a hundred miles away from Anqing City."
Ye Xiaochuan was stunned and said: "Why are you going further and further away?"
The old man laughed and said, "You must have gone the wrong way. In fact, as long as you take the official road, you will not go wrong. If you take the ancient country road, sometimes even the locals will not know the direction."
Ye Xiaochuan felt that something was wrong. It was getting dark now, so he had to find a place to stay quickly.
So he asked the old man: "Is there an inn in this village? Or where is the nearest inn? If not, there's a ruined temple where you can stay."
The old man said: "This village is very remote, there are no inns, and the nearest town is twenty or thirty miles away. As for the ruined temple, there doesn't seem to be one, but there is a courtyard that has been abandoned for many years at the west entrance of the village..."
Ye Xiaochuan didn't wait for the old man to finish speaking, but he immediately said: "It's okay if you have a piece of tile to cover your head, thank you very much!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Baili Yuan and the other two.
The old man opened his mouth, as if he had something to say. When he came to his senses, Ye Xiaochuan had already walked away.
Ye Xiaochuan told Baili Yuan and Yang Ling'er about the fact that the three of them took a day's journey, but ended up getting further and further away from the planned Wenwen Township and Anqing City of Jinjin Cave.
"This is Xiaozhou Village. There is no inn. The nearest town is thirty miles away. However, I found out that there is an abandoned courtyard to the west of Xiaozhou Village that no one lives in. Everyone comes here to practice, not to go out.
For those who enjoy traveling, I think it’s better to stay here temporarily tonight and start our journey tomorrow.”
The three of them had walked all day long, and their legs were so tired that no one wanted to walk anymore.
Fortunately, the three of them are not ordinary people. It is better to have a roof to cover themselves than to sleep in the wilderness.
It's April now, and the dew is very heavy. If you sleep in the wilderness, you will definitely get wet with dew the next morning.
Bailiyuan said: "I have no objection. I have become accustomed to it after so many years."
Yang Ling'er also nodded, but then said: "Yes, yes, but what should we have for dinner? I haven't eaten anything all day long. I'm so hungry!"
Ye Xiaochuan wanted to hunt two hares for mountain jumping, but found that there was no game around the village.
But in this big village, you don't have to worry about finding food.
He patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me for dinner tonight. I guarantee that you will be satisfied. But we have agreed in advance that eating is not free. It costs twenty taels of silver!"
Yang Ling'er's chest was pressed against her back with hunger, and she immediately nodded and said: "The price is very reasonable."
