Shanhedu

Chapter 23 "Mysterious Village"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao and Jun He behind Tu Sheng followed Fugui to look over.

, He stained the piece of clothing that was just sitting on the ground with muddy water, and there was still a black and yellow stain stuck to it.

The person concerned honestly stretched out his hand to touch his buttocks, and smelled something wrong from the tip of his nose.

His eyes widened as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and he stretched out the hand behind him to his eyes, as if he had been struck by lightning...

Ling Xiao turned his back loyally and snickered, and Qing Shui, who was sitting on the horse, couldn't stop laughing after seeing Tu Sheng's hand of horse dung.

Fugui leaned on his waist to stay away from Tusheng, and the stench of horse manure suffocated the heavens and spirits.

Qing Shui laughed enough to hold the rein with one hand and fan himself with the other.

Standing on the ground with a sluggish face, the native gloated.

"Rand bumpkin, are you already hungry to this extent?

No wonder I insist on riding with you, because I'm afraid I won't have money for dinner later, hahaha... right? "

Xiaoyao sat behind him, smiling like a fool.

The earth scolded the horse angrily, but he didn't want to admit that it was his own bad luck.

With a sullen expression on his face, he walked to the puddle to wash his hands, and took off his outer shirt in front of the public. Fortunately, there was still a complete tight-fitting outfit underneath.

Angrily, he still walked back to Qing Shui's side, and couldn't help but pull Qing Shui's wrist.

"Hey, you reckless rascal," Qing Shui raised his voice and stared down at him, "Why are you recruiting me for no reason? Hurry up and share a horse with Fugui."

Ling Xiao and Fugui, who were standing on the side, got on their horses. It seemed that the quarrel between the two enemies should be over.

Who knows what kind of wind is born in the soil, standing where he is like asking for protection money, he insists on clearing water to get off the horse if he refuses to give up.

The Merry Young Master was puzzled, and asked him, raising his whip.

"Why do you want me to come down and ride a horse with you, the sky is so gloomy, if it starts to rain, I can still hold an umbrella with others to shelter from the rain.

Wouldn't sitting with you kill me?You don't want me that much, okay? "

Qing Shui has always been used to analyzing the darkest side of everything, speaking sourly, and never caring about human face.

But even though he spoke like this, Tusheng didn't give up asking him to go with him.

Instead, he lowered his tone and said aggrievedly: "Then, am I not used to being with you?

You just think it's going to rain, but God doesn't necessarily rush it when we're riding. "

For a moment, Qing Shui was speechless by his reversed tone.

In the end, it was Xiaoyao's understanding and slow going down from behind Qingshui, and walked towards Fugui with a helpless expression on his face.

He muttered to Fugui, "Why do I feel that the relationship between the two of them is not like ordinary brothers?"

The fortune teller shrugged, "Who knows, you are the old man, aren't you?"

The six of them went back on the road, and in the evening they arrived at a village built against a mountain, with red walls and black tiles, facing south.

In the center of the village is a huge earth altar in the shape of an incense burner, surrounded by [-] stone pillars as thick as water jars, on which totems of gods and animals are carved and painted with three colors to give them divine colors.

Ling Xiao and the others had suffered from Baojian Village, and they were very careful when dismounting from their horses and entering the village. The reckless native also knew that he had to be careful to follow behind Ling Xiao, the "boss".

The courtyard walls of every household in the village are connected, and red flags are hung above the eaves.

Jun He looked up and could see the rainwater falling down the old tiles to the eaves and onto the new moss on the steps.

Walking all the way to the very end of the village, a colorful flag with a yellow background and a hideous totem painted on it was hung in front of this bamboo building, which is more magnificent than other houses.

Immediately, someone came out from inside, and moved the door to open a larger space to allow the sunlight to shine in.

Jun He stretched his neck to look into the house, but nothing could be seen in the pitch black.

Ling Xiao met an old man with a black hoop around his head and a short cloth attire.

"Excuse me, old man, we pass by this village, may I ask where is the inn where we can stay?"

The old man responded very quickly, "I am the patriarch here, there is no rest in the village, you might as well stay at my house."

The accent of the old patriarch's speech was a bit lame, Ling Xiao probably understood the meaning, and cautiously assured him.

"We have no bad intentions to come here to find trouble. We are really going east to stop by. Please don't think that the younger generation is a bad person."

The old patriarch waved to him and led them into the house to rest.

After entering the courtyard through the gate, I saw the light, and the three horses were led to graze by the patriarch's eldest son.

When eating at night, the patriarch set aside a special table for them to eat. The food was so different that it was difficult for them and a group of outsiders to do it.

A stone pot filled with hot water was placed on the charcoal brazier, and several bowls of raw meat and vegetables surrounded the charcoal brazier.

Looking at the bloodshot raw meat, Jun He smelled the fishy smell again, and covered his mouth and nose. Ling Xiao, a native of the northwest, didn't know how to eat the raw meat.

I saw the old patriarch grab the meat and vegetables and put them into the boiling soup pot with his own hands.

When the food is cooked, take it out again, put it into a bowl mixed with oil and salt, and Jun He and the others "cook" the food according to his method.

Tusheng ate the meat in a small bowl, and then whispered to them.

"Why do I think this meat smells wrong, as if it's been left for ten days and a half a month. That old man really won't ask someone to catch us and fry us in the frying pan like last time, right?"

Jun He also felt that the meat had a taste, so he only ate vegetables and rice, Ling Xiao made it by his side, and didn't speak.

During this period of time, they were on the road and encountered many times. The six of them slept in the attic of the patriarch's house until dawn. Jun He was woken up by the lively beating of drums.

Ling Xiao took him down, and the patriarch told them in an awkward accent that someone in the village got married today, and it would be so lively when there was a gathering every five days.

Xiaolancaojing is curious and playful, so Ling Xiao goes out with him with the money in his pocket.

He met the patriarch outside the gate, and he told them to get married in the village, and there would be a feast of cattle and sheep at noon.

But it's still early now, and they can't see anything while joining in the fun.

Jun He stood aside, pulled Ling Xiao and asked him what marriage is and why.

Ling Xiao paused, thinking for a moment.

"After getting married, they can stay together for the rest of their lives."

When Jun He heard the words, he immediately uttered words that made Ling Xiao excited.

Holding the sleeves and shaking them, his eyes shined, "Then I want to marry my brother too!!"

……

Looking absently at Jun He's crystal-clear eyes, Ling Xiao's enthusiasm seemed to be drowned in boiling water, and he was very excited.

There was also a burst of excitement in his mind, but before Ling Xiao could figure out how to answer him solemnly.

I heard the orchid essence say again.

"There are also Qingshui and Tusheng, and Jun He will also marry them, and we will always be together! How about you, brother?"

Leader Ling seemed to have fallen to the bottom of the valley again, looking at Jun He with a serious face, he smiled wryly.

He can only say that Junhe is a "children's speech without restraint".

Jun He walked on the dirt road that was not very stable, and the soles of his shoes, which were originally clean and dust-free, were stained with red soil and sediment.

They are going to take a look at the market behind the stockade.

All the way through most of the village, Ling Xiao didn't see any family pulling out cattle and sheep to graze.

At this time, the dew was hanging on the leaves, and the livestock should be eating. He was puzzled and turned over the back hill.

The market is ahead, and the crop seedlings are wading all the way under the feet.

Ling Xiao specifically told Junhe not to step on these grasses that are somewhat similar to his real body.

Jun He bent down, carefully looked at the dewdrops embedded on the seedlings, and asked Ling Xiao with a twisted face.

"Brother, are these bluegrass the same as Junhe?"

Ling Xiao shook his head, "They are seedlings that can produce food."

Jun He gave a half-comprehensive "uh" and poked the ladybug lying on He Miao with his fingertips.

The little beauty in front of her was dressed in Tsing Yi, and there was still some white mist floating in the surrounding grain fields. Junhe and the green land behind them blended into a fresh picture.

Leader Ling expressed his feelings, raised his head and patted Lan Caojing's head lightly, and said to him with a smile.

"Junhe looks similar to these seedlings, and is also full of vitality. In addition to the name, the man also has a name. Junhe is not an ordinary person, but it is okay if he has a nickname."

"Huh?" The orchid essence, who didn't know the words yet, was puzzled.

Ling Xiao chuckled, with the corners of his mouth raised, and pinched the tip of his nose.

"I'll call you Jun He Miao Miao from now on, okay? I hope you grow strong like a seedling."

Xiaolancaojing liked the nickname of this double character very much. She clapped her hands and called herself Miaomiao.

Ling Xiao met his soft and delicate smile, but his Miao Miao's smile hadn't stopped at one moment, and fear climbed onto his face the next moment.

"Miao Miao?"

Jun He grabbed Ling Xiao's arm with both hands, and said hurriedly, "Qing Shui wants us to save him!"