Back Off, Let Me Come

At the end of the path, there is a faint curl of cooking smoke rising.

The tired figures who were busy in the field began to pack up the farm tools and walked home one after another.

A pair of good-looking brothers came to Qianjiacun.

One was walking in front, and the other was riding a snow-white mule nearly one person tall.

That mule was really good-looking, with no stray hairs on its body, and a valuable red gold bell hanging around its neck, and you could hear the crisp jingling sound every time you took a step.

As soon as the two appeared, they attracted the attention of the farmers.

The older one wore a crow-green robe, a scarf on his head, and clogs on his feet. He was thin and wore a monogram of Wenxin on his waist. He should be a young scholar studying abroad. The younger one looked eleven or twelve, and his appearance was not the same as that of the older one, but he was also a handsome young man with red lips, white teeth and deep outline.

Probably, the ancestors have a little bit of Fan blood, and the facial features are more profound than ordinary people. At first glance, I thought it was a bright girl, but when I heard the young man's name, I realized that she was a young man.

"The humble house is simple, and the two lords have been wronged for one night."

The village is leading the two into the side house.

Qianjia Village is a small village with less than 100 households, and the most decent and clean house in the village belongs to the villager's family.

Hearing that the two gentlemen wanted to stay, he warmly invited them to stay at his house, and asked the wife at home to clean up the side room.

Qishan took out a piece of silver and handed it to the villager, and asked them to prepare dry food for a few days, boil a pot of hot water for bathing, and use the rest as a thank you gift. With a smile on his face, Muramasa weighed the weight of the broken silver, and after estimating it, hurriedly said it would be no trouble. Before leaving, he asked if he wanted some fresh grass for the mule to eat.

Hearing that the village was mentioning the mule, Qishan's expression became unnatural for a moment: "No, that mule is not a living thing, it is the creation of the words of Brother She."

Muramasa understood as soon as he heard it, and his expression became more respectful.

Jingle bells—

The familiar sound of bells approached.

Qishan pushed open the window to diffuse the stale air in the room, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Tang holding the mule with one hand and teasing it with a handful of grass with the other.

He also vaguely heard Shen Xiaolang muttering to the mule.

"Moto, why don't you eat it? Just have a taste, I picked it for you..."

Praying for goodness: "..."

Speaking of this mule named "Motor", he had the illusion that he couldn't breathe.

No one would have thought that a strange phrase—"Speeding like a wind and lightning, and a motorcycle with great luck"—could actually condense a snow-white mule!

Mr. Shen Xiaolang happily rode on it.

"Mr. Qi, do you want to get one too?"

Qi Shan decisively refused.

Not to mention that he doesn't know how to use that part of speech, even if he can use it successfully, the effect may not be the same as Shen Xiaolang-jun's.

the most important is--

No matter how good-looking a mule is, it's still just a mule, he doesn't ride it!

"Then do you want to ride together?" Shen Tang raised his hands to cover his eyes, blocking the glare of the sun, and offered another suggestion.

Qishan refused again.

Even if he had a broken leg, he wouldn't ride this stupid looking mule.

Shen Tang shrugged, not reluctantly.

With the low-end sports car (mules) for transportation, her feet are finally free. Passing by an unknown tree that resembled a plantain tree, she bent over on the mule's back and stretched out her hand to break off two pieces.

A piece of anti-shade on the shoulders.

Handed one piece out to block Qishan's head.

"Mr. Qi!"

The sun above his head was covered, and Qishan turned his head when he heard the words.

Shen Tang threw the leaf to him.

"then!"

Seeing Shen Tang's posture of shading the sun and being afraid of the light, he smiled helplessly.

"Why is a good man afraid of such suffering?"

"I'm not afraid, but there's an old saying—one white covers all ugliness." Shen Tang adjusted the angle of the big leaf, and smiled while carrying the leaf, "A tanned skin tone is uneven and detrimental to beauty."

Praying for goodness: "..."

The two walked for several hours before seeing people.

Years of drought and war have left few families in Qianjia Village, and there are not many young faces in the whole village, only the elderly and young children who are not familiar with the world. Suddenly two new faces appeared, news flew from the village to the village, and from time to time there were urchins looking around at the village's main house.

Qishan went to find the villager for something, and when he came back, he heard the laughter of Shen Tang playing with a few urchins.

The two parties are "fighting".

A little boy was wearing clothes washed to white, riding on the back of a snow-white mule, holding a dead tree branch as a spear, looking menacing, while Mr. Shen Xiaolang met the enemy on foot with a stick.

The two of you come and go, and the confrontation continues, and the fight is "invincible". The other children, as "soldiers", nervously "watched the battle" from the sidelines, applauding from time to time and shouting "The general is amazing!"

Praying for goodness: "..."

At first, I thought that Shen Tang was playful—after all, Mr. Shen Xiaolang was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, even though he had suffered from betrothal, he was still stubborn and restless in nature—after watching it for a while, he realized that the strange Children are also interesting.

He asked the village official: "What is the name of this child? Does it belong to that family in the village?"

The villager replied, "It's not a child from the village."

"no?"

The village is sighing: "I heard that he is a child of a rich family, but he has a serious illness since he was a child. The Zhuangzi who lives nearby is recovering from his illness. It is said that he is recovering from his illness, but in fact he was abandoned by others. Of course, the servants will not do their best to serve them. It looks very pitiful." , often sneak out to play with the village children..."

Usually they play around until dark, and Zhuangzi's servants will come to pick him up.

Qishan was aroused a little curiosity.

"Disease? Where is the disease?"

Murata glanced at the happy-looking child, carefully pointed to his own brain, and said, "I heard it's a brain disease."

To put it bluntly, he is a fool.

Qi Shan was slightly surprised, and was about to speak, but heard loud cheers from several children.

It turned out that the child "deceived" Shen Tang with a feint, and hit the "master" she was protecting.

Without arguing or partiality, he hit the "lord" on the forehead.

According to the rules of the game, he won.

Looking at "the dying lord", Shen Tang had no choice but to spread his hands "helplessly", dropped his weapon and "surrendered".

"Oh, I lost."

The winner gets the booty.

The so-called trophies are caramels the size of a thumb.

She opened the pocket of her waist pouch, took out a handful of boringly made caramels, and distributed them one by one. This is called "rewarding the three armies". , the child who wields a gun quite gracefully won three.

The other children couldn't wait to put the caramel in their mouths, but that child didn't, holding the caramel in a daze and didn't know how to eat it.

This silly look is completely different from his high-spirited look when he was "fighting" on the back of a mule.

"Don't you want to eat?"

Shen Tang knelt down and asked the child.

The child shook his head, he hesitated for a while looking at the caramel in his hand, then picked up one and handed it to Shen Tang.

He looked at her with piercing eyes, as if expecting something.

"You feed me?"

"Well, eat." The child said.

Shen Tang didn't dislike the child's dirty hands, he opened his mouth and ate the caramel he handed over, smiling and bending his eyes.

"Yeah, it's so sweet, do you want to try it too?"

Seeing this, the child lowered his head and picked up another one and put it in his mouth.

The last one was returned to the faded saber pouch around his waist.

The pendant is heavy.

Taking advantage of the angle of view, Shen Tang could vaguely see that there was a piece of exquisite tiger-head jade bi, which was also engraved with small seal characters.

The other children went home contentedly, but the child whose clothes were washed to fade was left behind, and was led by the village official to wait in the main room.

The sky in summer is extremely fickle. It didn't take long for the sky to get dark, and the dark sky poured down with heavy rain.

Thunder and lightning, wind howling.

Shen Tang is lighting up the lamp to read at night, memorizing words like crazy.

At this time, the door was slammed.

_(:з」∠)_I was wrong, and Cavin again.

This chapter is number 25.

Because of the splash screen of the new book, the daytime, that is, the 26th, is a double update.

In addition to the normal update, there is also an update of the cute main girl before the chapter.