Buddha kill GL

Relocating means Uncle Dumb and Zisang. She was determined to go back to Taiguo Temple in Changzhou early, return to her mother, and live in the shabby courtyard with green lanterns.

But after all, this fate was snatched by the dumb uncle from the depths of the snow, in the clouds, at the gate of ghosts, and she had to repay this kindness.

Although the good mother-in-law usually talks here and there, and her eyes are not very good, she always makes trouble when cooking rice, scooping rice and steaming meat, but she is a good person after all, and she can't ignore it.

Thinking about the inner and outer relationships, Zisang patiently continued to make up for the stall that the dumb uncle had tidied up, and found a rope for Daxue to lead.

Daxue's body has the appearance of a colt, but he can pick up this little thing.

The good mother-in-law doesn't really want to leave, and she can't move much, clamoring to stay with his son who can't speak in the fat hunting den.

After two days of crying and crying with the good mother-in-law, Bai Yunmo finally felt bored crying, and persuaded the good mother-in-law with a crooked face, the uncle packed up your things for you, and let you go to Liekou Village, where Zisang stayed, to live a good life, you Why don't you listen to uncle's words?

After being entangled, Zisang, just like the bullock carts he had seen in the past, pondered all kinds of things from the fence piled with miscellaneous things, modified a crooked wheelbarrow, and loaded it with things. , Pushing the good mother-in-law up again, the two silver wolves pulled at the front, and she and Bai Yunmo pushed behind.

Two wolves, one car, and two children walked during the day and rested at night.

At present, in spring and March, the north wind is late and the green is late, the old snow is just lingering, the new branches are on the top, and the silver buds hang on the sky at night.In the bud month, it took Zisang a few hours to tidy up a quilt, hold Bai Yunmo in his arms, and coax him to sleep soundly.

Although Bai Yunmo is small, he has traveled all over the world. Among the spring flowers and autumn moon, he came out of the place where the world's most scenic buildings are the most beautiful, and the place where the red dust of all living beings is the most dense. .

This time of upheaval, cuddling with each other day and night, the child's disposition has softened a bit, and he has become more clear about suffering.

Seeing what Zisang was thinking, through the cold night and the moonlight, Fen Tuantuan's small face was slightly raised, with soft lips: "Are you taking me with you when you go?"

"I'm going to Changzhou, you have to follow your mother." Zisang also thought about her relationship with Bai Yunmo in the future.

But Bai Yunmo is the young master of the world's rich society, she was still considered a false son in the past, after a winter, the world has changed, and the situation has turned against the sky, and now she is just a little monk and nun in the Taiguo Temple.

In this way, the difference between the noble and the humble seen in the books of the past, the two officials and slaves are constantly entangled in their heads.

Or just stay together in this Liekou Village, as in the past, rushing to the top of the mountain to put four or five animal traps, burn a few pieces of potatoes on the stove, and live in skins and furs every day.

Every time he took those little hands full of frost scars, green and red, Zisang made up his mind to drive Bai Yunmo back to her wealthy palace full of paper and gold.

Every day I listen to Dazhangshou Bai Ruozhi's business affairs between buildings and buildings all over the world. Although I don't pay much attention to it, I listen to it a lot, and when I start to do things, my mind becomes clearer. Even an eight-year-old can play simple Italian abacus.

There was a lot of dew in the mountains, and there was some misty water vapor, and her eyelids were a little sunken. She lowered her head and buried her head in Zisang's neck, still not forgetting to say the little Jiujiu in her heart: "When the time comes, I will take you back to Bai's, let my mother Take us to Taiguo Temple together."

This is good, but the kindness is getting deeper and deeper, and one more thing, how to arrange for the mother-in-law is a big deal when I arrive in Liekou Village.

Two more days later, the two wolves were trapped and restrained all the way, and gradually became restless.

Probably because of being seen by all the beasts in the mountain, they are more or less reluctant, and the more they go to the back, the more lazy they are, always playing on the way, or lying on the ground, sticking out their tongues, looking around and not working.

Seeing that the two wolves were slacking off again, and the bones and dried meat prepared for them had run out, Zisang had no choice but to take off the saddle, and coaxed the good mother-in-law down to walk.

Looking into the depths of the forest from a distance, Yue Mo had to walk another day to reach Liekou Village.

Bai Yunmo supported the good mother-in-law, while Zisang hobbled on the unicycle on the path that few people walked on.

Walking for half a day, I met a green scholar who shook a rag and folded it into a fan. There were many puddings on his clothes, a rough lapel and a crown, a yellow face and thin lips. One, no more than an eight-year-old boy asked where it came from.

The answer is that Liekou Village has a fat hunting nest.

There is a saying that, where hunting is abundant, there is a village where there is a village, and there is a mouth outside the fat hunting. Hunters do not live in wolf dens, but guard the hunting mouth, and the world is known as Liekou Village.

The scholar suddenly realized that it was a mute family. The mute had never spoken since he was born. The mute father couldn't bear the dumb's ridicule. Regardless of the abundance of tigers and wolves in the fat hunting place, he brought his family and mouth into the fat hunting den. He was deeply remembered by the villagers. .

Although the scholar is a fan shaker, he still has some strength. He helped push the cart and led him to the village, but he always looked at Bai Yunmo at the beginning.

During the conversation, when asked about the name, the scholar squeaked, unexpectedly, he lost the temperament of the previous fan-chanting drama about worldly affairs, and only had a slightly yellow face, named Dashan.

Zisang had heard the name from Juli's disdainful tone. It turned out that a literati looked like this, and he didn't know what kind of girl that Ye Zi was.

The scholar put a fan behind his neck, with two thick ropes on his shoulders, and pulled the wheelbarrow in front of him. Bai Yunmo looked at the good mother-in-law, one old and one young, swaying on the car, swaying, what a looker good time.

After half a day, Bai Yunmo's curiosity revived after a short rest, and he asked the scholar: "You came to this mountain to find young people and pick up essays, so read a few sentences, and I'll listen to them too."

Although he was young, he looked like a master in that sentence. The scholar didn't dare to tease him, and he didn't dare to get off the frame, so he opened his mouth and recited the sentence patterns that he was proud of.

"When you see the spring scene after the cold weather, you will come to the old hometown if you pick your eyes."

Zisang, who was helping behind the car, felt that these two sentences were not bad, and the scholar was not as bad as Juli said. Besides, he was so enthusiastic, so he also returned two sentences: "Zhisu is waiting to see." Jin Qiucheng, extend your eyebrows and send your favor to the old man."

"Huh?" Even Bai Yunmo also turned her head, looked at Zisang, and remembered that when she was last year, Zisang was still a senior elder brother who was singing and singing with scrolls, but now she is a village headman, and she doesn't know how to deal with it. Several pairs of animal skins.

The scholar laughed, he was afraid that luck would not treat others, from spring to autumn, the scorching sun would burn people's hearts through the hot summer.

In this way, Zisang stopped talking, and the spring breeze swept back and forth along the way, clinging to the swaying of the branches and leaves.

When they entered the village, it was the cooking time in the village. Zisang rolled up the rice he had bought first, brought Bai Yunmo and the good mother-in-law, and went to Juli's house first.

Before Juli's family set up the bowls, they were a little surprised when they saw the two big wolves, the three old and the young.

The scholar Dashan rubbed his neck, sat down peacefully, first drank a bowl of strong wine, and then talked about how to see himself well, like a book or a play, full of enthusiasm, poetic, and met Zisang when writing the preface proudly. One tells.

It's also rare that I didn't recite the lyrics that I wrote while I was in the mood.

Juli's mother helped the good mother-in-law to sit down, carried Bai Yunmo to the stool, invited Zisang to sit down, and went to add fire and vegetables to the stove.

Uncle Li looked at Bai Yunmo, then at Zisang, then at the good mother-in-law for a long time, and asked a few times, "Ma'am, do you know me, Xiao Li?"

The aunt thought it was a long time since she had tasted the crafts of a decent woman, her eyes lit up when she saw a few plain dishes on the table, and she went to pick up vegetables and rice with trembling hands.

He is also a real person, he eats fast and eats slowly, and doesn't say anything else.

Zi Sangfu went back to grab medicine a few days ago and told about what happened in the fat hunting den. Juli's family shook their heads and sighed. The dumb uncle is pitiful, really pitiful.

While talking, Bai Yunmo's eyes slid back and forth on Juli's body, pouted her small mouth, and brought out the old young master's airs: "You were shot by Daxue."

Juli knew it was the little sister who came to look for him, so he laughed and said to add some spirits to Bai Yunmo's bowl, it was my fault, I will make up for it.

Zisang had never drunk wine before, and he didn't know what it was, so he thought that Juli had poured Bai Yunmo a cup of tea.

By this morning, the water and food that Zisang and the others had brought had almost been used up, and they hadn't had much to eat or drink along the way.

Bai Yunmo was thirsty, and she also secretly drank wine. Knowing that there was wine in the bowl, she didn't hesitate to hold up the big bowl with her little hand and pour it.

The wine that enters the inner room of the Bai family is absolutely brewed in the world, unless it is not used for Fuzhou sorghum, it is not used for Qingchun Youzhou water, and it is not for the famous first-grade masters in the world. Curiosities.

Many people in the world only listen to these three things, even if they have never tasted the Bai's special wine, they salivate and pass it on by word of mouth.

Bai Yunmo generally thought that all the wine in the world was wine, and only the thing with the aroma of wine in the thick bowl opened his mouth and poured the transparent bowl into his mouth.

Where does it come from? It is mellow and soft, strong and sweet, leaving only the burning tongue and lips. It can't be spit out, and it goes down the throat, burning the lungs and heart.

Zisang looked over, and saw that Bai Yunmo's eyes were watery, and her little tongue was spitting hot. She hurriedly ran around, holding her small face, and blowing at those big red lips.

The three men and one woman on the side all laughed when they saw this.

Ju Li Niang said that the two of you are really close: "But sisters."

Bai Yunmo's tongue twitched a little, and her face flushed because of the wine, she said: "Zi Sang is my husband."

Then everyone laughed again.

One side of the village house, two wolves howling, three rounds of wine patrolling, the scholar carefully unfolded the dilapidated folding fan, and walked to his own house with steps, saying in a loud voice: "Opportunity is the most difficult thing in the world." , talk about wealth, talent, and prosperity."

Zisang hugged Bai Yunmo, who was sleeping on her shoulder, and stood at the door to watch the scholar walk away.

Looking at the sky and the moon, it is more bordering than yesterday, but it is still a little far away from the circle. Anyway, slowly watch the new moon full and waxy, and savor the love and lack of the world carefully.

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Thank you for your support, okay, I will try to finish it slowly, I don’t want to let everyone down, I don’t want to let myself down, and I don’t want to let down these characters. In the plot, they ended up fruiting early...