When the sky was slightly bright, the third wife, Mrs. Wang, returned to her parents' home to visit relatives. Four carriages were surrounded by a dozen guards and tall horses. Accompanied by the noise of the girls and servants, they drove out of Jiangling Mansion in a lively manner. At the same time, a carriage and a guard came from
Go out the back door and drive quietly out of Jiangling Mansion through another city gate.
Because I feel unwell, I have to go out early.
Mao'er Mountain has undulating mountains and there are not many fields in the mountains. Most of the people you encounter while eating in the mountains are passers-by collecting firewood, hunting and collecting cow dung.
"I've never heard of Mr. Hunter." The old man shook his head, "We don't have a doctor here. When you get sick, you go to the mountains to dig up herbs and eat them. If you feel good, you'll be fine. If you don't, you'll die."
Yuanji thanked him.
The old man looked at the carriage parked nearby. The doors and windows of the carriage were tightly curtained. It was a cool time in autumn. Was he too sick to see the wind?
I was in a hurry and sought medical treatment. I heard an unreliable statement somewhere and came to see him.
"Most of us are hunters here." The old man added, "There are really no doctors. If you get injured, you just treat it yourself. If you can count yourself as a doctor, everyone is a doctor."
Yuanji thanked him again.
"Let's go." Li Minglou heard it in the car.
Fang Er urged his horse forward, and Yuan Ji followed beside the cart.
It was a woman. The old man avoided hearing the sound on the roadside and looked surprised and sympathetic.
"Is the name wrong?" Yuanji guessed, "Mr. Lie is an honorific title, and people in the countryside call him something else."
Li Minglou had also thought about this problem. After all, Mr. Lie had already become famous at that time and was highly respected by the Xiang family. Not everyone could be called Mr. Lie.
"Maybe he's not here at all now," she said.
She knew too little about Mr. Lie and only heard vague information.
"Miss, there are mountain grapes over there." Yuan Ji suddenly said.
Mountain grapes? Li Minglou was slightly startled. What does it mean? There was a sound of horse hooves. Yuan Ji left and turned back. The carriage curtain moved slightly and he held a bunch of purple fruits and handed them in.
"Miss, try it." Yuanji said, "I rinsed it with water."
"Is it sour?" Fang Er questioned, "No one picked it."
"I can't say it's sweet, but it also tastes sour." Yuanji said.
Listening to the conversation between the two outside the curtain, Li Minglou understood that Yuan Ji didn't mean anything, he just wanted her to relax.
Life has various flavors.
Li Minglou reached out and took the mountain grape and ate one: "It's a bit sour."
"The ones hawked on the road are the best." Fang Er urged his horse to move forward briskly.
The scenery of Maoer Mountain is not beautiful, but occasionally people come in groups to play and hunt, and there are even more people coming and going near the foot of the mountain.
Yuan Ji still went to ask about Mr. Hunter, asking old people and young people.
"never heard before."
"We don't have any sir here."
"Which doctor can be called sir? There isn't one in the city."
The old and young people shook their heads and talked in confusion. The roadside became lively, and suddenly there was the sound of rapid horse hooves coming from the front accompanied by scolding.
"That's the boy!"
"Don't let him get away!"
The whip cracked several times, and the children screamed.
Everyone looked in shock and saw six young men riding horses on the road. Two of them were waving their whips. In front of their horses' hooves, a thin young man rolled to the ground. His clothes flew up and scattered with the whips, and he screamed again and again.
What happened? A murder occurred in broad daylight?
Even though these six people were rich and noble in their gorgeous clothes, the elderly couldn't bear it and the young people couldn't bear it and stepped forward one after another.
Of course those who hit people are not afraid.
"This little brat is cheating money." One of them yelled angrily, pointing the whip in his hand at the twitching young man lying on the ground.
Another man smashed three pheasants on the boy from horseback: "They actually used the rotten meat as good prey."
"Are I easy to deceive?" The rest shouted angrily in unison.
I'm not easy to deceive, I can't be deceived. The onlookers couldn't help but take a step back, not to mention the people who rely on the mountains to make a living. Most of the people here are hunting, and most of the prey is sold in the towns. Selling rotten meat is wrong, and
It also ruined the reputation of other hunters.
"Give the money back to them."
"How can you lie to people at such a young age?"
Some reprimanded and some persuaded.
The boy cried loudly: "I have already paid it back."
It has been returned. The onlookers couldn't help but look at the six people.
"Would you have returned it if we hadn't come after you?" The man holding the whip sneered, "I've seen a lot of untouchables like you."
The young man raised his head from the ground: "It's not rotten meat. I didn't lie to anyone."
His face was as dark and thin as his body, and there was nothing special about him, but someone among the onlookers recognized him: "Little Bowl."
Before the shout could be heard, there was a snap sound, and the whip struck the young man's face. The skin and flesh were immediately torn apart and no one could recognize him. The young man screamed and bounced up and down on the ground.
Surprised screams erupted from all around, and even a timid person knelt down on the ground with his legs weak.
"Repent!" The owner of the whip looked coldly at the boy who was curled up and screaming on the ground.
"Send this thief to the government." Others around him said coldly.
If he was sent to the government, he would be dead. An old man who knew the young man among the onlookers knelt down and begged tremblingly: "You are young and ignorant. There is only a half-crazy father in the family. If the elders take it out and beat him, he will not dare to teach him a lesson."
They were all fellow villagers in the mountains, and some took the lead. Although they were afraid of the powerful people on the other side, many people also followed suit.
Immediately, the six people looked at each other, and the man holding the whip flashed his eyes: "That's fine." He put away the whip.
Several people reined in their horses, and the horses sneezed and trampled, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Don't let me meet you again next time." The whip man said, pinching the horse's belly, and the horse neighed and raised its hoofs.
The onlookers happily thanked him. The old man walked towards the young boy who was lying on the ground and was ready to help him. A strong force came from behind and knocked him aside. Who was he?
The figure passed him without stopping, and pounced on the young man, but instead of leaning over to help him, he stood there and raised his hand.
Horses neighed, people screamed, there was a loud thud, the ground shook and dust flew up.
"who!"
Shouts of fear and anger arose everywhere.
The stunned onlookers watched as a horse fell to the ground, and the man on the horse stood up in embarrassment and fear, holding a horse whip in his hand.
"We're going to fight, so why bother killing people?" Fang Er said.
To kill someone? Some of the onlookers also reacted, thinking of the scene they saw earlier. The man holding the whip seemed to turn around and urge the horse to leave. When the horse's hoof lifted up, it fell to the huddled boy on the ground. It was too sudden. He looked
shocked.
If the horse's hoof fell, the boy would be disabled or dead.
Fortunately, fortunately, someone took action in time. This person is
"Do you know I am?" the man yelled angrily, because he was suddenly thrown off his horse, his gorgeous clothes were stained with dust and messy, and his body was also in severe pain from the impact.
He wanted to teach this person a lesson, he wanted to declare his identity, and let this person know that he had offended someone he shouldn't have.
Fang Er first announced his family name: "I am Li from Jiangling."
The door is for reporting purposes. Concealing your identity is a waste of time, especially when solving trouble.
There are countless people with the surname Li in Jiangling Prefecture, but there is only one family that can call themselves Li so simply that everyone knows.
Reporting to one's family is like comparing one's family to one's own. The man holding the whip tried to compare, but he couldn't compare. He dropped his steps heavily to the ground and said, "Let's go."
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