Shanhedu

There were not many guests in the inn, and now that the cake thief was caught, the waiter who was busy downstairs ran up.

The snitch who was hit by Tu Shengzhong was still lying on the ground, not daring to groan.

Ling Xiao sat in front of the bed and advised Junhe to sleep, but the white fox Qingshui who was hiding behind the screen didn't even open his eyes.

Seeing the shop waiter coming up, the snitch immediately covered his face with his hands.

Only a night suit was left, and the whole person looked like a big black loach.

This world is not peaceful, the world laughs at the poor but not at the prostitutes, Ling Xiao and his party heard that the waiter in the shop said that the snitch was a habitual criminal in the town, so they didn't do anything difficult.

Only Tu Sheng, who angrily annihilated half of the precious sesame seed cake, sent the "black loach" to the government.

Early in the morning of the second day, Ling Xiao and the others set out on the road, walking eastward, listening to Tu Sheng and Qing Shui playing kung fu on the way.

Qingshui shook the fan and made the stupid Tusheng so angry that he was half dead.

Junhe, who was following Ling Xiao, thought at first that Tusheng was going to bully Qingshui again like yesterday, but he was relieved when he saw Tusheng walking behind Qingshui dejectedly.

When the four of them walked halfway, they heard the bell ringing behind them, and when they turned their heads, the old man with fair hair who was driving the donkey cart stopped beside them.

"Baby, can I take you to the east?" He spoke Xishan official dialect.

Seeing that Junhe couldn't walk too much, Ling Xiao bowed to the old man.

The four of them climbed into the donkey cart and followed the old man who was going to the market to the end of the town.

For some reason, the end of the town is full of refugees.

The shops on both sides of the Rongma aisle closed their doors tightly during the day, as if they were hiding from some ghosts and ghosts.

The four of them were walking on the road, because Junhe and Qingshui were well-dressed and beautiful-looking, from time to time there would be beggars with tattered clothes and thin faces begging for them.

Jun He had never seen such a scene before, being pulled forward by Ling Xiao, they had to find a place to stay.

After finally finding the only inn here, they knew what was going on.

It turned out that because there had been no rain for a long time in April and the land was dry, the food that the people had saved in autumn had already run out.

The drought outside the town was even worse, and a large number of refugees came here to beg.

If the innkeeper hadn't made plans to stockpile food early, they would have closed their doors long ago.

Jun He still doesn't know what the drought is, but he only knows that they can eat very little, because there is not much food in the inn.

A plate of pickles pickled in salt water served with steamed buns was the dinner for Ling Xiao and his party. Qing Shui just glanced at it and then flung his sleeves and left the inn gate.

Tusheng, who held up the steamed bun and took a big bite, raised his legs and put them on the bench next to him.

Looking at Qing Shui's unrestrained footsteps outside the door, he sneered at him. It's good to have a stutter, but he still picks.

The native didn't know that Qingshui slipped into the alley next to the inn and turned into a fox.

Wagging his tail proudly, he went into the deep mountains and old forests outside the town to find the delicious pheasants.

It was night, and Ling Xiao took Jun He to wash his feet in the room of the two of them.

Jun He obviously didn't walk much that day, but he still sat in front of the stool and reached out to Ling Xiao who stood up.

The voice was soft and a little hoarse, "Brother, give me a hug."

Ling Xiao was about to call a buddy to take the water away, when he saw Jun He's weak and innocent look, his eyes darkened with awe.

"it is good."

He stretched out his arms, and easily held Junhe's armpit to hug him to the bed beside him.

The little bluegrass being hugged raised her two white feet and curled her round toes.

"whee."

Xiao Lancao Jing was put down and smiled sweetly at Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao, whose eyes became deeper and deeper, was suddenly overwhelmed.

He was about to say something when he heard shouts from the backyard of the inn.

"Hey, you bum, put me down, bum!!"

"Put me down quickly..." It was Qing Shui who broke his throat.

"Ah! It's Qingshui!" Jun He raised his delicate and handsome face to look at Ling Xiao.

Jun He looks like an independent fairy, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a fairy, Ling Xiao thought to himself when he took Jun He out.

The two of them walked out of the room quickly, lifted the curtain separating the backyard and the front yard, and only then did they see how embarrassed Qing Shui was.

Qing Shui, who has always been unrestrained, was carried by Tusheng on his shoulders. It seemed that Tusheng wanted to throw him into the stone well in the backyard.

Qing Shui kicked his legs wildly, and beat Tu Sheng on the back with a fan in one hand, cursing and swearing.

For some reason, Tu Sheng was shirtless on the upper body, and only a pair of plain water pants on the lower body, and he didn't even wear shoes.

There was a smell of burning things in the yard, Ling Xiao and Jun He looked at them in astonishment, one beating and scolding and the other bent over.

"Hey! You dare to throw me?!" Qing Shui bluffed loudly again.

Tusheng turned his back to Junhe and the others, and slowly bent down with his hands around Qingshui's lower body, yelling.

"You rascal looking for trouble, why are you burning my clothes? Why are you throwing away my shoes? See if I dare to throw you, you vixen!!"

"Young man! I did it for your own good, don't be ungrateful, put me down quickly!!"

"Are you looking for trouble to burn my clothes or is it for my own good? Do you think I'm a fool from birth!"

After Tusheng finished speaking, he continued to bend down.

Qing Shui was so angry that his white face was blushing and he was holding a folding fan and pestering his lower back.

"I didn't just burn it! I bought you new clothes! Dude!"

Hearing this, Tu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and while hesitating, his thick shoulder was bitten by sharp teeth.

His eyes were also covered in darkness, and Qing Shui had already jumped off him.

Holding a folding fan, he chased Tu Shengda, who was running away barefoot.

"Let you carry! Let you throw! Let you be a vixen!"

After a while, four people stood in Native's guest room.

Mr. Qingshui, who came back from eating wild game outside, was walking on the street. His shrewd fox eyes saw a tailor shop that was open and unguarded.

With sly eyes, he swaggered into the threshold.

I found a long gown that seemed to be about the same size as the native, wrapped it in my arms, and swaggered out again. A chicken bone was placed in front of the counter in the store.

A stone gray long gown is next to him, and under his feet are satin boots that Shimizu brought from the tailor shop, and the top of his head is still raised in a high bun.

If Tusheng hadn't put the two axes on his waist, Tusheng would have looked like a handsome young man.

Wearing beautiful clothes, Tusheng seemed to be a different person, looking upright and energetic, much more face than the original reckless person.

Qing Shui leaned against the table to drink water and teased him.

"That is to say, my son is kind-hearted, so I can look good in a good skin for you. I don't know which unscrupulous bastard wants to throw me into the well."

Wearing new clothes, the native face was happy, and he was not to be outdone when he heard Qing Shui's yin and yang ridicule, and looked down at him.

"There's no water in that well, silly vixen."

Ling Xiao and Jun He, who were sitting on the side, seemed to be watching a play, and Jun He couldn't help but speak.

Looking at Tusheng with a little scared look, he asked him softly.

"Brother said you should sleep at night, why do you still carry your ax?"

The native with a smile on his face was much more friendly than the native who smashed Ling Xiao with an axe.

Because of the joy of wearing new clothes, he narrowed his eyes and talked to Jun He.

"Axes never leave my body, I sleep with them in my arms."

Jun He nodded, and was taken away by Ling Xiao.

Qing Shui wanted to get up and go with them, but Tu Sheng actually poured Qing Shui a cup of tea to express his gratitude.

The next day, the four of them were sitting in the front hall of the inn having breakfast and met another strange person.

Salted radish, white porridge and side dishes, Ling Xiaogang handed Jun He a pair of bamboo chopsticks beside him.

A ten-year-old boy walked in from outside the inn.

Going straight to Ling Xiao, he said, "Leader Ling Xiaoling, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The four of Ling Xiao on the table all looked at the "kid" who was half shorter than them.

"Son, do you know me? We've never met."

The boy wearing a melon cap, a long robe and a mandarin jacket, and a gray cloth bag slung over his shoulder looked at Ling Xiao with deep eyes.

"You and I were originally born from the same root, but God sent me to go on a journey with you to help you wash away your grievances."

Ling Xiao was a little shocked, and wanted to ask a question again.

The man said again, "The heavenly secret must not be leaked, so you don't need to ask any more questions."