My second senior brother is very afraid of death

Chapter 134 The Strange Farmer
Looking at Nezuko and Dawu, who were beauties out of the bath, Mo Jinyan's expression was agitated: "It's so beautiful..." "That's not..."

Nezuko and Daiwu laughed proudly.

It was only then that Mo Jinyan realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and in a daze, he actually spoke out what was in his heart, and quickly explained: "It's really not that clean..." "Huh!"

Nezuko walked out with his hands on his hips angrily, followed by Mo Jinyan and Dawu.

After taking a bath, the air is fresh and fresh, and I feel that every breath of air I breathe is so sweet, full of energy, Nidouzi walked proudly in front, Mo Jinyan and Dawu looked at the cheerful Nidouzi behind.

Walking into the inn, it was already evening. Shanxing Town was still lively. There were shouts of hawkers everywhere. It seemed to be even more prosperous than during the day. Everyone came out for a walk if they had nothing to do. Even if they were wearing rags, everyone's face was full of excitement. With a smile on his face.

"Sister, look at this hair bundle is very beautiful."

Nezuko walked to a stall and stared at a delicate lock of hair.

"is it?"

Dawu also moved closer to take a look.

"Woman, woman..."

Mo Jinyan stood in the back and felt very bored.

Suddenly, a short and deformed figure appeared in Mo Jinyan's sight.

A farmer with messy hair, bare feet, and bowing to everyone was wearing thin clothes, with his breasts exposed, and his stooped body made the prominent ribs make the whole person thinner. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow him over, but the arms that made him know each other were so strong. So dark and lean.

"Hello, have you ever seen a samurai?"

The farmer asked everyone, but his humble heart didn't even dare to raise his head when he asked.

"Oh, there was one over there just now."

A passerby pointed to a down-and-out warrior in front of a stall selling shabby clothes.

"Thank you, thank you."

The farmer walked behind the warrior and asked in a low voice, "Are you a warrior?"

"Farmer? Humph!"

The samurai cast a disgusted glance at the farmer who didn't even dare to look at him, and walked away in disgust.

"Samurai, can you hear me?"

After the farmer set his eyes on the warrior, he followed the warrior all the time,

"roll!"

After the samurai scolded the farmer, he seemed to have an inexplicable sense of superiority, surpassing everyone else, and left with his head held high.

"Master Samurai really doesn't want to tell me."

The farmer complained about himself, but Mo Jinyan had been secretly observing and found that the farmer not only did not get angry because of the samurai's arrogant attitude, but instead reflected on himself and looked for the reason in himself.

"I really can't see it..."

When Mo Jinyan was about to teach the farmer a lesson for the samurai who went away, Nedouzi held Mo Jinyan's arm and held a hair bundle in his hand: "Mo Jiang, does this hair bundle look good?"

"Beautiful looking..."

Mo Jinyan answered nonchalantly.

"Then do you think it looks good on me?"

Nezuko put her hair on her head and tilted her head at Mo Jinyan, blinking her eyes. Mo Jinyan glanced casually: "Well, it looks good..."

"Sell the ink sauce to others."

Nezuko acted coquettishly at Mo Jinyan.

"Buy, buy, buy..."

Mo Jinyan took out the money and handed it to Nedouzi, who happily went to buy that hair bundle, and picked up other hair bundles with Dawu.

"Where's that strange farmer?"

When Mo Jinyan turned back to search again, he found that the farmer was gone: "What a strange person."

Snapped!
Mo Jinyan, who was looking for that strange farmer, heard that someone was slapped not far away, and many people surrounded him. Fortunately, Mo Jinyan was tall, so even if there were people watching, he could clearly see that What happened on the side.

"How dare you touch my uncle's clothes, you stinky farmer?"

A samurai slapped the strange peasant in the face.

"No, no, sir, I was afraid of you leaving, so I pulled you back, can you listen to me?"

The farmer covered his face and kept bowing and apologizing to the samurai. His short body became even smaller under the humiliation, like a mouse running across the street.

"Dirty my clothes and want to talk to me? Get lost!"

The warrior scolded the farmer in front of everyone, and then walked away under the eyes of everyone with fear and envy.

"Another samurai has left... It's really hard for farmers to talk to samurai..."

The crowd dispersed, and the farmer laughed at himself for a while. His self-mockery was not mocking his own incompetence, but his own identity, looking for reasons entirely from himself, which made Mo Jinyan inexplicably angry.

Although Mo Jinyan is very timid and afraid of death, he is also an ordinary person. When he was about to go over to ask the farmer what happened, he was dragged by Neidouzi and Dawu to another place.

"What are you looking at?"

Nezuko and Dawu pulled Mo Jinyan forward, and Mo Jinyan looked back at the poor farmer from time to time.

"Oh, it's nothing, I seem to see a former self..."

"is it?"

Nezuko and Dawu didn't understand why, and they looked back, but they only saw passers-by, but not anyone who looked like Mo Jinyan.

Going forward, Mo Jinyan still looked back from time to time, and found that the farmer's goal was very clear, which was to stare at the samurai and talk. He was repeatedly rejected and insulted, but he never gave up, over and over again, one after another, until he disappeared In the vast crowd, disappeared from Mo Jinyan's sight, and remained in Mo Jinyan's heart.

After wandering outside for more than half an hour, Nezuko and Dawu bought some things that Mo Jinyan thought they would not need. However, Dawu and Nezuko were still very excited, as if they had dug a treasure, and returned to the inn happily.

It was still the same dark and damp inn. Now it was dark, and the inside of the inn was even darker than outside. In order to save money, the innkeeper pointed out a lamp in the inn crowded with so many people. There was still sunshine during the day. Now Not even the moon can shine in.

"Woman, the woman is back!"

The merchants who gambled, slept, picked their feet, and caught lice became energetic again. They looked at Nezuko and Dawu who were even more moist than before, and shouted excitedly.

"Woman, be careful when you sleep tonight, but you ran into my bed, hahahaha!"

"It smells so good, can I come closer to you and smell it?"

"Such delicate ankles"

"If I can't help it at night, I'll get into your bed, hahahaha! Woman, beautiful woman!"

"..."

The merchants in the inn tried their best to do wretched things, not only did they not feel ashamed, but they were very excited.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Mo Jinyan walked in the front to grab a way out, and Neidouzi and Dawu followed closely behind in fear. The merchants around all lay down on the ground, as if they were welcoming the arrival of the emperor, looking up at the unattainable Nidouzi and Dawu , staring at the figures of the two of them up and down, let out lust, which made Nidouzi and Dawu very embarrassed.

When they finally reached their own room, Nidouzi and Dawu hurriedly hid in, while Mo Jinyan sat at the door to block their sight.

"Why are the people here getting more and more terrifying..."

Nezuko curled up on Mo Jinyan's shoulder in fear.

Dawu looked preoccupied: "Nidouzi, this is the Cangying Kingdom, this is the people of the Cangying Kingdom, they are our people, don't be afraid of them, you have to understand them, you have to understand them, so that you can know a The real Cangying Kingdom."

"But I'm just afraid...Look at their eyes, it's like I've never seen a woman in my life, it's too scary..."

Da Wu smiled wryly and said: "Because of being poor, they can only make fun of it. Because of being poor, they can only live like this. Because of being poor, they have no limit to what they can say. Even if you beat them up in the past, they will still smile and tell the truth." It's comfortable."

"What a numb person."

Nezuko sighed quietly.

Dawu looked displeased, stared at Neidouzi and said angrily: "They are numb, but you have to understand the reason for their numbness, they also want to be like you and me, but they can't, poor, humble status, like an invisible The shackles of the shackles shackled their spirit and body, which was caused by oppression and exploitation..."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense, I want to talk to Mo Jiang..."

Nezuko leaned against Mo Jinyan's arms, acting like a baby to Mo Jinyan.

"Humph!"

Da Wu tilted his head, panting angrily.

"Okay, stop making trouble, our task is to hurry to Tianshou City, you can relax, I can relax, everyone can relax, go to bed early tonight, and leave early tomorrow morning."

Mo Jinyan didn't know why Da Wugui, the emperor, doted on a maid so much, and sometimes Mo Jinyan even wondered who is the emperor.

"Good ink sauce."

Nezuko took the things she bought today and changed them in front of Mo Jinyan, asking Mo Jinyan to comment. The boring Mo Jinyan can only say good things, and deal with it if he can handle it. What bad thoughts can a teenager have.

An hour later, the merchants in the inn were still bragging, sometimes laughing, sometimes arguing about some irrelevant things, but it was very lively and made a lot of noise. Mo Jinyan's place was like a separate small world Warm and happy.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door of the inn. The moonlight outside the door stretched his figure, making the already dark inn appear even darker.

"Ok?"

The businessmen who were talking, arguing, and bragging stared at the man who suddenly appeared at the door and looked up and down.

"..."

After a glance, it was as if that person didn't exist, and he should do what he should do.

"It's him?"

Mo Jinyan looked along the elongated figure, and it turned out to be the farmer who had been staring at the samurai talking on the street in the evening. At this moment, he was standing in the inn with a burden on his back, ready to come in.

"Wait, do you want to stay?"

The innkeeper lay on the couch and stopped the farmer.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The farmer was talking hesitantly, without raising his head. Even now, Mo Jinyan has never seen the farmer's face, only remembering his figure and inferiority complex.

"There is no room or location now, but I am the only inn a hundred miles away. Are you going to stay there?"

The innkeeper showed a greedy look.

"Stay, stay, stay, but..."

The farmer glanced at the small inn, which was crowded with people and smiled knowingly: Since it is crowded, it should be cheaper to stay for one night.

"But how much does it cost per night?"

The farmer nodded to the innkeeper.

"It was originally ten copper coins, but now there is no room and we have to crowd together at night, so I'll give you five copper coins."

The innkeeper held out his hand to the farmer for the front of the shop.

"it is good……"

The farmer was very satisfied and felt that the price was very reasonable. When he took the money out of his pocket, he touched it for a long time. Three copper coins.

"Boss, I forgot to bring it with me when I went out. It's only three copper coins. I don't know..."

At this moment, that is, when the money is insufficient, the farmer's rickety and short body shrinks into a ball like kneeling to the innkeeper from a distance, showing the mottled heart.

"Three copper coins?"

The innkeeper hesitated for a moment, and didn't go to see the farmer, as if he often saw this kind of farmer, he looked at the passers-by on the street and said casually: "I don't think you have much money, you should be a farmer, why don't you Do you have to squeeze in here? If you can’t do it, just save your money and find a ditch outside to deal with it for one night, what do you think? I’m not looking down on you, I’m doing this for your own good, you understand?”

"understand."

The farmer apologized and said with a smile: "If I usually sleep outside, but not now, I have to live here."

"Ah? Why is that? People here are all merchants and samurai. They are afraid that it is not safe to live outside, so they spend the night here. What do you think? You have money and no place to spend it?"

The innkeeper was immediately amused by the farmer, and then he looked at the farmer who was about to kneel down to him.

"I'm looking for samurai, only here are samurai, and they are willing to talk to me, so I have to live here tonight..."

The farmer was a little excited, and Mo Jinyan was puzzled: Why are you so excited about this kind of thing? When someone beats you, you will comfort yourself. Why are you so strange?Very mean.

"Looking for a samurai? Just you?"

The innkeeper laughed at the farmer with his fan.

"That's it, that's all. Three copper coins are just three copper coins. Anyway, there is no room inside now. Even the aisles are full of people. Go in and see for yourself. See where you can squeeze in tonight. Give me the money."

The innkeeper didn't care, he stretched out his hand and asked for money.

"Thank you...thank you..."

The farmer quickly handed over the three copper coins to the innkeeper respectfully.

"Hey, why is this money so dirty? It's shiny and slippery. Could it be your smelly sweat?"

The innkeeper hurriedly threw three copper coins into a bucket road next to him. It seemed that he met someone like this farmer, and the money he gave was stinky, so he prepared a bucket to wash the copper coins stained with stinky sweat. again.

"Sorry, sorry, dirty your hands, dirty your hands."

The farmer squatted down and apologized to the innkeeper.

"Okay, okay, go in, find a place for yourself, I see a lot of people like you."

The innkeeper ignored him after he finished speaking, and fanned himself with his eyes closed, enjoying himself very much.

"Thank you, thank you."

The farmer took off his shoes and walked in. Looking at the crowds of merchants, he looked around as if he was looking for something.

"Aren't you still looking for a samurai?"

Mo Jinyan made a bold guess, and it turned out that the farmer saw a warrior lying in the corner with his eyes closed and meditating.

"Depend on!"

Mo Jinyan snorted, it turned out that the warrior was the one who slapped the farmer on the face in front of everyone on the street today.

"Please raise your feet, please, please raise your feet."

The merchants thought that the farmer was going to compete with them, so they only raised their feet but did not get up. The farmer was able to pass and bounced to the warrior.

Pfft!
The warrior actually knelt in front of the warrior in front of everyone.

"Ok?"

The warrior who closed his eyes and rested his mind lazily opened his eyes and looked contemptuously at the farmer who was kneeling in front of him and refused to lift him up.

"who are you?"

The samurai took a look and closed his eyes again.

"I'm a farmer from a nearby village. Are you a samurai?"

The farmer knelt and did not dare to move, as if he was kneeling before a clay bodhisattva, pious and small.

"Head up!"

The samurai half-opened his eyes and gave a yell before the farmer dared to raise his head.

"It's you!"

The samurai finally saw what the farmer looked like.

"It's me! It's me."

The farmer lowered his head again.

"You are really interesting. You have been following me like a fly. You are really patient."

After confirming the appearance of the farmer, the samurai continued to close his eyes and meditate.

"He's a fly, so what are you? A piece of shit?"

Mo Jinyan cursed inwardly.

"Are you a samurai?"

the farmer ventured to ask.

There was a hint of impatience on the samurai's face: "I'll tell you if I'm a samurai by just asking you for the slap on your face."

The farmer touched the place where the samurai had slapped him before and smiled happily: "Master samurai, can you do me a favor? No, can you do our village a favor?"

"Help? Hahahaha!"

The samurai leaned against the wall and laughed.

"Okay, let's listen to it, by the way, my uncle is a little hungry."

The samurai kept stroking his belly, implying that he would only continue the chat if he was given something to eat.

"Master Samurai, I have today's dry food here, why don't you eat some first?"

The farmer said flatteringly.

"Okay, okay, okay, that's easy to say, let me eat first before we talk about it."

After the samurai finished speaking, the farmer lowered his head to take something out of the bag, and the samurai quickly stared at the farmer's bag secretly to observe, everything was seen by Mo Jinyan.

"This is my ration for today. I'm used to being hungry anyway. Master Samurai, please eat first."

The farmer took out a rice ball from his bag, held it in both hands and handed it to the superior samurai.

"You don't even have sesame seeds, you are really picky."

The samurai reprimanded the farmer, but he honestly took the rice ball with his hand and ate it with relish.

"Tell me, what can I do for your village?"

(End of this chapter)