My husband is a sick cat

After Lu Jian came out of the forest, he went directly to the inn. The inn was very quiet at this time, not as lively as in the morning.

Most of the hunters have breakfast here in the morning and then go into the back mountain. Few people come back to eat at noon. Only in the afternoon or evening will inconvenient people continue to have a meal here. Many of them are Go home for dinner.

The three members of Song Tong's family have long been accustomed to such days, so after finishing their early work, they took turns going back to the house to rest, leaving only one person here to watch.

Today it was Song Xin's turn to stay. He was sitting in the lobby looking boredly at the storybook in his hand. He begged his brother to bring this storybook back to him.

Although he is not very capable and not as smart as his younger brother, in order to learn how to keep accounts, he still learned to read from his younger brother. It is not difficult to read a storybook, and it does not affect reading when he occasionally encounters words he does not recognize. .

Just as I was watching enthusiastically, I felt someone coming in, and I subconsciously said hello: "Hello, do you want to eat or something else?"

After he finished speaking, he was reluctant to look up from the contents of the storybook, only to see a face coming closer. Although the skin on the face was not white enough, it looked very smooth, making people want to touch it.

More importantly, this small oval face has very beautiful facial features, especially the pair of red and phoenix eyes that are particularly conspicuous, but these eyes are not looking at him at this time, but at the book in his hand.

Although this face was not one that would captivate a country, it was definitely a beauty. However, Song Xin was so frightened that he almost screamed, not for anything else but because this person was Lu Jian.

"What kind of book is this? Is it good?"

Lu Jian asked Song Xin curiously. She didn't like to read. It was because she saw Song Xin reading so seriously, but the expression on his face was a little weird. It was not like the young husband who always sat upright when he was reading, which made people uncomfortable. Dare to disturb.

So I was very curious about what book he was reading, and I was thinking about whether I should recommend it to my little husband. I just looked at a few lines of words closely, and felt that it was different from the books I had read before, so I asked.

As for scaring Song Xin, she simply ignored it.

Song Xin tried his best to calm down his mood, and after restraining his urge to curse, he tried his best to answer in a calm voice: "This is "A Thousand Gold Falls in Love with a Pretty Scholar," a storybook that has become very popular recently."

The daughter falls in love with the pretty scholar? What the hell is this?

Lu Jian's face was filled with questions, but for some reason, some very old bedtime stories suddenly appeared in his mind.

"What is the storybook?"

Song Xin was stunned when he heard this and looked at Lu Jian, but quickly looked away.

Who said that all children in Jianghu must be literate? They rely on kung fu to travel around the world, and it has little to do with literacy.

After comforting himself, Song Xin explained: "The storybook is a storybook, and the stories told in it are the same as those told by storytellers in teahouses."

Lu Jian's eyes lit up when she heard this. She had never read the storybook, but she had heard the story told by the storyteller. When they first came here, their husband took them to a teahouse to listen to it, but the gentleman didn't have it at that time. Finished.

Later, she went there again, only to find that her husband told another story, not the last one. She was not happy because she had to pay to hear the last story. It was the same when she went home to listen to the little husband. .

It's just that the stories the young husband told her always had some truth in them. She understood what the young husband meant, but she just wanted to hear the story, not become a student.

"Where did you buy this notebook?"

When Song Xin heard this, he was a little confused. Could it be that Lu Jian was actually literate, but he just hadn't come into contact with a storybook?

Doubts are doubts, and those who should be answered must still be answered.

"There is a bookstore called Qinglan in Changpingfang. They specialize in buying these story books. You can find all kinds of story books in their store. They are all the latest and most popular ones, but the prices are not cheap. That’s it.”

Song Xin said the last sentence calmly, because he was a little unsure whether Lu Jian was rich. After all, he said he had no money, and he also had a horse. He said he had no money, and a breakfast was not worth a single copper.

Although he sent it voluntarily at the time, he saw Lu Jian's intention and followed the trend.

Lu Jian nodded, remembering what he said seriously, and then handed one of the fish in his hand to Song Xin.

"I gave this fish to you as a gift in return for the two pots of tea you gave me. I have to go back and ride the horse away."

After speaking, Lu Jian turned around and went to the stable without waiting for Song Xin's response, took out his horse, walked out of the gate of the inn, got on his horse and left.

Song Xin heard the sound of horse hoofbeats going away, and then recovered from the shock of the fish. Since he was a child, he had never seen any hunter bring fish out of the mountains.

But he once heard his father say that before his father got married, he saw someone bring out a few fish from Naqilin Mountain. The ones who brought the fish out were not hunters, but the emperor's personal guards. Those fish were also brought out. Enter the palace for the late emperor.

My father swore that the fish was definitely not an ordinary fish, it must be something extremely rare, otherwise the late emperor would not have cared about it.

At that time, he felt that his father was just telling lies. The emperor was such a powerful person, how could he care about a few fish? Even if the fish was delicious, wasn't it still a fish?

But when he looked at the fish on the counter, he was a little unsure. There was a hole in the fish's body, and the fish was already dead. However, the scales on the body were still shiny, and there was no fishy smell on the fish. Yes, and this fish is much bigger than the ones on the market.

They have lived here for a long time, and everything is purchased from Lin'an City. Occasionally, his father will purchase some fresh fish. Even if the fish is alive and kicking, it still has a fishy smell, let alone It's dead.

Thinking of this, he carried the fish and ran quickly to the backyard. His parents' room was next to the warehouse in the backyard.

When he ran to the door, he slammed the door in excitement. This not only woke up his parents who were taking a nap, but also Qi Chengji who lived next to him. The two doors were opened almost at the same time.

Song Tong stood at the door and looked at his son with a frown: "What happened to you?"

Their inn has always been very safe, and almost no major incidents have happened. The most serious ones are the hunters fighting due to quarrels, or the hunters being injured, but other things have never happened.

If the hunters were injured, it would be useless to look for him, and at this time, those hunters would not come out at all.

"Dad, look, this is the fish Miss Lu gave us."

Song Tong's face turned dark when he looked at the fish that his son almost raised to his face.

"It's just a fish, what's so rare about it?"