Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

It was still the old crossroads in memory, but now there were several carriages hurrying home, as if their prayer journey had ended.

"Is the Taoist temple closed so early? Why are everyone heading back?"

Little You Niang lay on the carved window frame, looking at the carriages passing by, with confusion in her eyes.

Zhang Laoer gently tightened the reins to make Xiao Hei slowly stop. After thinking for a moment, he suggested: "Dad, why don't we ask people passing by? If it's really late, we can find a nearby post station to stay overnight."

Coincidentally, at this moment, a gorgeously decorated carriage came from the opposite direction, which was obviously carried by the servants of a wealthy family.

Zhang Laoer stopped him with a smile on his face: "Little brother, why did you turn around too? Doesn't Deguan accept pilgrims at night?"

The driver looked familiar with the road conditions. He pointed forward and said with certainty, "Go back quickly. Hong Temple will not accept guests in the evening. It will open at noon tomorrow morning. You'd better hurry back and find a place to stay!"

"Thank you for the reminder, brother. We have been traveling for a long time and we really need to rest."

Zhang Laoer replied gratefully, and then planned to park the carriage to the side to discuss the next plan.

Seeing that there were quite a few of them, the driver added enthusiastically, "Brother, why don't you turn right and go to Niu Shangpo first? It's only a dozen miles away from here. You can stay at any farmer's house for a few copper coins. It's getting late, don't linger here!"

"how do I say this?"

Zhang Laoer was a little puzzled and looked at the driver.

The driver looked around and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "There are some strange rumors about this place. It's best not to linger here when night falls."

Zhang Mingyi heard it clearly in the carriage. His curiosity was like a spark that was ignited. He couldn't help but lean forward, with a gleam of inquiry in his eyes: "How is it so strange? Tell me in detail?"

The driver wanted to say more, but was suddenly interrupted by a woman's voice in the carriage: "What are you talking about? Hurry up and catch up with the team ahead!"

The driver responded immediately and whipped the carriage, which then accelerated and chased the convoy ahead.

When the driver's back disappeared from sight, Zhang Laoer turned to the family in the car and said, "Dad, wife, you heard it too. Should we follow the young man's suggestion and stay overnight at Niu Shangpo?"

The purpose of this trip was to sincerely worship Buddha. Xu Liyun naturally agreed with this move and nodded gently with a gentle smile in her eyes: "Before it gets dark, let's stay in Niu Shangpo so that we can recuperate."

However, Grandpa Zhang held a different opinion. He believed that there were gods protecting the Taoist temple and no strange phenomena should occur. However, he was well aware of the principle that a harmonious family brings prosperity, so he decided to follow everyone's wishes.

So Zhang Laoer turned his horse around and headed towards the fork in the road on the right to continue their journey.

The sky gradually darkened, and the small village in the mountains was surrounded by a thin layer of dusk mist. The air was filled with an indescribable depth and peace.

Zhang Laoer slowly stopped the car, looked across the fields in front of him, and gazed at the small village with smoke rising from chimneys not far away, thinking to himself: That must be the Niu Shangpo that the young man mentioned!

"Let's take a short break here. I'll go to the bathroom over there. You can have some hot tea and get off the car to stretch your legs."

As Zhang Laoer spoke, he skillfully tied the little black horse under an ancient locust tree.

"Dad, I'm going too. I've been holding it in for a long time."

Zhang Mingyi couldn't wait to follow.

After passing through a waist-high wheat field, the two men made sure that there was no one around before they proceeded without worry.

Just as they were about to leave, a faint conversation floated in the wind, arousing their vigilance.

"Brother Gangzi, I saw it with my own eyes. There really was a foreign carriage parked next to Uncle Wang's vegetable garden. What do you think, should we take advantage of this opportunity to get some benefits? Hehehe..."

As soon as Zhang Laoer heard the familiar accent, he knew that the person was undoubtedly from the village.

He was about to pack his clothes and go out to inquire about where to stay, but Zhang Mingyi quickly grabbed his sleeve and signaled him to keep silent with his eyes.

Zhang Mingyi knew clearly in his heart that the "carriage" those people were talking about was his own.

He was filled with intense curiosity and uneasiness, and was eager to find out the true intentions of this group of people.

Silently, the father and son, like two night cats, nimbly sneaked into the deeper grass.

Under the cover of the lush green, they held their breath and continued to eavesdrop on the movements in the distance, not wanting to miss a single word.

The voice called "Brother Gangzi" was deep and full of unquestionable power, like a sudden thunder in the night sky: "What are you thinking? We are almost at the entrance of the village. Could it be that they can grow wings and fly away? Let's go to Hongsi Pavilion and ambush. It's getting dark, and it's the best time to hunt the 'fat sheep'."

As the words fell, a low laugh accompanied by the big man's naive head scratching movement seemed both funny and ominous.

"Hehe, Brother Gangzi is absolutely right. You are always so smart."

Although Zhang Ming is only ten years old and petite, he is alert and calm beyond his age.

He stood up gently, lay down carefully on the edge of the field, and looked down through the gaps in the weeds.

In the field of vision, on an open space not far away, a dozen strong young men were gathered together, some holding farm tools, some holding thick hemp ropes. They were standing or sitting, and an ominous atmosphere emanated from their conversation and laughter.

Zhang Mingyi knew that this group of people should be from Niu Shangpo nearby, and they were undoubtedly able-bodied men.

Only when those figures gradually faded away and blended into the night did Zhang Mingyi dare to jump off the ridge of the field and return to his father.

He lowered his voice and said solemnly: "Dad, the situation is not good. Those people just mentioned that I'm afraid that Niu Shangpo's people have set up an ambush at the intersection of Hongsiguan."

Zhang Laoer's face changed slightly. Obviously, he had also heard the conversation. The worry in his heart spread like wildfire.

He immediately pulled his son up and hurried back, thinking only of finding his family as soon as possible and escaping from this place of trouble together.

Turning back along the way, when Zhang Laoer saw Grandpa Zhang sitting on the grass, drinking water leisurely, and Xu Liyun and several sisters stretching their tired bodies beside the carriage, his heart was finally relieved.

But he knew that time was running out and he could not afford to hesitate for a moment.

"Dad, Liyun, kids, we have to leave immediately! We just heard that there might be danger in the direction of Hongsi Pavilion."

Zhang Laoer's tone was filled with unquestionable urgency.

Xu Liyun frowned when she heard this. She could read the seriousness of the matter from her husband's expression.

"In the end what happened?"

There was confusion and uneasiness in her voice.

Zhang Mingyi jumped onto the carriage swiftly, adjusting his breathing while speaking hastily, "Hurry, we just saw some people from the village gathering together. They seemed to be doing something shameful. They also mentioned something like 'sheep shearing' and said they would come to us. Something is wrong."