Shipin Dalizheng

On the small boat at the foot of the cliff, the three people looked up at the sky and suddenly saw countless long and thin objects falling from above like rain. Some of them were right above the boat and were about to fall on their heads.

"Master, be careful."

Xuan Que drew the long sword from his back and slashed at the falling object, severing it in two, which landed on the side of the boat. Furthermore, a sticky liquid dripped onto the heads and faces of the three men, accompanied by a fishy smell.

Zheng Changzhi tugged at his dirty white shirt with a sullen look, wiped the slime off his handsome face, pinched off a small piece of snake tail that had fallen on his head, kicked away a huge python head on his paw, and suddenly screamed uncontrollably, "Ahhhhhh..."

My head tilted and I felt dizzy, not because of fear, but because of anger.

Xuan Que was shocked, "Uncle Wen, the young master has fainted, leave quickly, don't worry about the top for now, row the boat back."

Lao Wen hurriedly turned the boat around, but it was their bad luck that as soon as they turned the boat around, everything on board was gone.

Xuanque suppressed his nausea and threw the broken snake that fell into the boat into the river. He took out a handkerchief, dipped it in river water and wiped the dirt off Zheng Changzhi's body. It was okay on his face, but he could never get the dirt off his hair and clothes.

With the young master's severe mysophobia and temper, he would faint again when he wakes up.

"Uncle Wen, hurry up, we need to clean the young master and change his clothes as soon as possible."

We did bring some spare clothes on the boat, but we had to find a place for the young master to take a bath, otherwise the clothes would still stink.

Old Wen said with a bitter face, "This place is at least dozens of miles away from Shangjing City. It will take at least an hour to get there."

Xuan Que frowned, "Is there no place to rest in the middle?"

"Rest? Yes, there is. This is Taisui Mountain. This river passes through several villages. The nearest village is Rongjia Village. I think we can find a farmer there to boil some hot water for you to bathe."

The two of them glanced worriedly at the young man, whose eyes were tightly closed. Perhaps he had woken up? He was unwilling to look at his own embarrassment and refused to open his eyes.

On the cliff, Rong Tang and Rong Shen were not in the mood to grill any meat. They were still covered in filth, which made them feel sick. Seeing San Ya wake up and in good spirits, they packed up and left.

Rong Shen had to carry the deer and the python, so it was difficult for him to carry San Ya on his back. Rong Tang simply let her sit on the violin case, wrapped it around him with a soft vine, and carried her on his back himself.

San Ya was very resistant and her face turned pale, but the mountain road was dangerous and she really had no ability to go down the mountain by herself, so she could only obey.

Rong Tang was walking in front. They encountered a few small prey on the road. Rong Shen caught some and put them in the backpack. The small basket was so full that it was about to burst.

Walking around a half-dead tree, Rong Tang's eyes blurred and he saw a bunch of edible mushrooms under the tree. That would have been fine, but the key point was that there were two Ganoderma lucidum, one big and one small, growing at the roots of the tree.

He stopped and put Sanya down. "Qiaoqiao, do you like mushrooms?"

San Ya's eyes lit up. She recognized edible mushrooms. She could occasionally pick them up when she went up the mountain to cut grass for pigs. Unfortunately, there were too many people picking mushrooms, so most of the time there were none.

"where?"

"There's one nearby. I'll pick the left one, and you pick the right one."

As he said this, he walked in the opposite direction, squatted down and pulled away the leaves.

San Ya walked a few steps to the other side and saw the bunch of mushrooms as expected. She picked them up happily, but she was a little confused when she saw the Ganoderma lucidum. After thinking for a while, she picked it and put it in her clothes.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Rong Tang immediately said, "Okay, it's getting late, let's go."

San Ya felt a little regretful. There were quite a lot of mushrooms here, but if she wanted to pick them, there was nowhere to put them. It was a pity.

Sitting back on the piano case, San Ya felt very embarrassed as her stomach growled a few times.

Rong Shen had been a few steps behind the two of them, and because he kept killing prey, he was almost unable to catch it.

He hesitantly pulled out a tube-like object from his pocket and said, "Master, is this enough distance to send a signal?"

He was holding a green flare, which some people called "calling for help," meaning it was a minor matter and needed help. If the problem was serious, a life-threatening crisis, a red one would be used. There were also other colors, each with its own purpose.

Rong Tang finally understood why Rong Shen would kill prey whenever he saw it. He was simply looking for an opportunity to test whether the flare worked.

I estimated that it was within sight of Rongjia Village and nodded in agreement.

Rong Shen couldn't hide his excitement. He held the "shaking man" and set it off upwards. With a "whoosh" sound, the green fireworks shot straight into the sky, high and fast, and finally with a "pop" sound, the smoke exploded.

After setting off the fireworks, they still had to go downstairs. About quarter of an hour later, Rong Zhan came up quickly.

Rong Shen was still surprised, "So fast?"

Rong Zhan's expression was odd. "Come on, forget it! I came up here a long time ago to look for you guys, but I wasn't sure of your exact location. I saw you as soon as the fireworks went off. Wasn't that fast?"

Rong Shen curled his lips, "Hurry up and take it. I'm exhausted. I finally came here. I need to make some more."

"Okay, let's go down the mountain quickly, someone is coming from home."

Rong Tang then asked, "Who is it? Who's here?"

"There are quite a few people, thirty or forty, but that's nothing. The most important thing is that they are distinguished guests, and the master must personally receive them. Oh no, Wanli has already pretended to be the master and is receiving them. All the master has to do is climb the wall into the courtyard and hide."

He must be someone who cannot let the other party know that he is faking illness.

Rong Tang said, "You haven't told me which important figure it is? Is it the emperor?"

Rong Zhan looked at Rong Tang with a strange expression, "It's the master's mother-in-law, Madam Tang, and my eldest brother-in-law, Young Master Tang."

Rong Tang stumbled and almost dropped San Ya.

Rong Zhan lifted Xiao San Ya onto his left shoulder, put the deer onto his right shoulder, and hurried down the mountain at a brisk pace. Although Rong Tang had lightened his weight, he felt as if his legs were filled with lead and he could not walk anymore.

Rong Shen turned his head away, unable to hold back his laughter, grinning for a few breaths, and then looked back, and he was a good subordinate again.

At the ferry closest to Rongjia Village on the South River, the boat docked. Old Wen carried the wheelchair ashore first, then returned to carry Zheng Changzhi. When Zheng Changzhi was placed in the wheelchair, both of them could clearly sense the low pressure and the eldest son's despair.

Tongqian, who was watching the kids fishing by the river, was chewing a grass stem, feeling bored. When he saw a stranger, he pointed at Rong Xiaochuan and said, "You, go ask these people what they are doing in the village."

Rong Xiaochuan ran over to ask, then turned back and said, "They said their master got dirty and wanted to borrow a house from a family to wash up."

"Pretentious."

Tongqian said as he shook the miscellaneous fish in the bucket, estimating that there were more than ten pounds, and the mission was accomplished.

"Okay, enough fish. Come and line up. Two cents per person."

The kids came around with their bare bottoms, and it was no wonder they were not well-mannered. Children in the village were not allowed to wear shorts, they all wore pants over their bare bottoms.

On behalf of the children in the village, Xiaochuan eagerly made a request, "Brother Tongqian, we don't want money. How about this: can you each give us a few small fish to eat?"

Tongqian puffed out his belly. Although he wasn't fat, it was still quite large. "It's not impossible. Everyone, follow me and wait obediently. Oh, and everyone, pick a handful of Buddleja flowers."

At that moment, some children were putting on their pants, some were picking flowers directly, and some with sharp eyes worked together to lift the fish bucket. A group of people marched into the village in a mighty manner.