Inscription of Different Cases

The weather is fine, the spring is shining, and the eyes are green.Next to the field ridges criss-crossing like a chessboard, pear trees are blooming brightly in the sunshine.The breeze blows, and the boundless blue sky seems to be illuminated by this piece of white.Han Lang couldn't help but stop, and took a deep breath in the bright spring scenery. The intense burning emotion in his chest even gave him the urge to recite a poem: "The pear blossoms are pale and the willows are deep green, and the catkins are flying all over the city. "

It's a pity that his literary talents are average, and he read more ghost stories than serious books in his early years. He remembered the first sentence, but he couldn't remember the second sentence.For some reason, another image appeared in front of my eyes: my father in official uniform, shaking a literati fan made of rice paper.At the western end of the setting sun, the insects in the grass were screaming happily. Han Lang, who was still a child, fell off the wall, holding a baby swallow carefully in his hand, and exclaimed in surprise: "Alive! Alive!"

The father smiled, his face already sick.Han Lang only remembered that he put his hand on his forehead and said softly: "After memorizing this poem, I will teach you how to build a swallow's nest."

Han Lang couldn't remember whether the swallow's nest was set up properly, or whether he had finished reciting the poems.My father left in late spring, and from that time, it is estimated that it will be two or three months later.Thinking of this, he sighed slightly.No matter how good the spring is, it can only arouse his sentimentality. It was his father who taught him how to read and write. After his father left, the little writing and ink he managed to accumulate has gradually dried up with the passage of time.

As for mother...

He shook his head in distress. His impression of her was that she was often punished to stand for practicing kung fu when she was a child.Other families have strict fathers and loving mothers, but his family is the opposite.His mother was well-known in martial arts, but she fell in love with his father, a county lieutenant who was mediocre in martial arts and loved reading and writing.After her father fell ill, she ran around looking for good medicine.It must have been her father's illness that disturbed her mind. She, who had always been domineering and a hero among women, died unexpectedly in the poisonous pond in southern Xinjiang.

A group of sparrows flapped their wings in a panic and flew past, pulling Han Lang's thoughts back from the past.He sighed again and moved on.For some reason, the sky today is much noisier than before, and groups of sparrows "hula-la" are flying around, attracting him to stop and watch.Perhaps because of his identity and experience, he was more thoughtful and thoughtful than ordinary people. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little more puzzled.

Following the direction where the bird flew, after walking for a while, I heard the sound of music.A strong smell of herbs also began to fill the air, he frowned slightly, and concluded that it was the smell of wormwood.

It should be a group of villagers driving away the plague god.

A closer look, and sure enough.Bundles of mugwort leaves were burned in the field, and the villagers put on colorful masks, led by a wizard-like figure, and a dozen people sang and danced around the fire.The libretto in their mouths was a spell with a long history, and Han Lang roughly understood the meaning, it was nothing more than praying for a good harvest, good weather, and the god of plague would not come.

Before and after the Awakening of Insects, when the weather gets warmer and everything recovers, Spring Plague is most likely to break out.The wormwood itself also has the effect of curing diseases, but the smell is choking. No wonder the birds in the vicinity avoid it one after another, and they are about to fly slowly.

Han Lang suddenly remembered the fire written in the pleadings. It said that someone set the fire on purpose, but in spring, it was for farming and to drive away the plague. The fires were too frequent, so it was easy to cause accidents.Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard movement around him. He suddenly came back to his senses and found that it was a servant leading a horse. Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, he glanced over viciously.

"It's blocking the way, don't you have eyes!" He urged impatiently.

This dog's virtue of relying on others!Han Lang thought to himself.Just as he was about to leave, he heard a gentle voice from the horseback: "Xiao Quan, be more polite to others."

Han Lang looked up, and immediately there was a man in a fine attire, in his forties, with a handsome appearance, and if he was younger, he should be a handsome man.Even now, there is an extraordinary elegance about him, the robe on his body is spotless, the jade pendant around his waist, and he always has a gentle smile on his face.

But when he looked at people, his expression was cold, always giving people an invisible pressure.who is he?Are they princes and nobles from the capital?

Looking at the horse again, it is also smooth in color and has steady hooves, so it must be worth a lot.No wonder the servant looked like he had his nostrils upturned.However, what is he doing in this rural area, an outing?

Han Lang was thinking about it, when the aristocratic man sized him up, jumped off his horse suddenly, and said apologetically, "This official, I have offended you for not being disciplined enough."

Such a polite nobleman has never been seen before, and Han Lang didn't bother to think too much, and quickly returned a salute and said: "It's okay, I also made mistakes, please don't take offense."

The two exchanged some polite words, until the man said that he had to leave first because of important business, then he got on his horse and left.Han Lang looked at his back, thinking that this person didn't bring a guard when he went out, so he really wasn't afraid of the dangers of the world.

Although there was a delay on the road, Han Lang still arrived at Baochang Dam on time.This is a small village built on the bank of the river, with dozens of households, standing on the top of the hill, you can see from the beginning of the village to the end of the village at a glance.He began to look for the person who reported the case, and the pleadings were signed by Ma Youyi, but he asked several companies, and they all said that he did not know this person.

This is strange.Han Lang decided to go to Lizheng in the village, but he was not at home, saying that he had gone to work in the fields and would come back in the evening.

During the busy farming season, even trial cases have to be compromised, let alone looking for someone?Han Lang had no choice but to wander around the village, looking for something to kill time.Lizheng's daughter-in-law saw that he looked bored, so she put down the needle and thread in her hand, and greeted him warmly: "Master, please come in and have a rest?"

"No need, no need," Han Lang waved his hand, "I'll just walk around."

"Hey, the scenery in our village is so beautiful, I guarantee you won't be able to see it all in a few days," the peasant woman said with a smile, "The mountain behind is called Heshan, and there are peach blossoms all over the mountain, and they are all in bloom now. And the water After thawing, it can be cleared!"

Han Lang knew that he didn't come to visit the mountains and rivers, so he just answered.It was already a bit hot at this moment, and his face was covered with sweat, and his throat was also a little thirsty.Seeing that the peasant woman was still looking at him attentively, he couldn't help but said, "Mother, can I borrow a ladle of water?"

"Of course, of course!" The other party smiled, and immediately wanted to lure Han Lang in.Han Lang really didn't want to bother the other party, especially since he didn't think Lizheng's family was a wealthy family. Once he entered, the other party would inevitably search through the boxes and cabinets to find valuable things to entertain him, which made him feel even more sorry.So he said, "I won't bother you, just wait at the door."

The peasant woman quickly fetched a ladle of water, Han Lang took it, and drank it clean in a few strokes.The water should be well water, which was icy cold, and the inside of the abdomen was suddenly as cold as freezing, and the heat disappeared in an instant.Strange to say, the water didn't seem very clear and had a bitter taste.Seeing him frowning, the peasant woman said apologetically, "The water in our village used to be fine, but it changed to this smell last year. Are you not used to drinking it?"

"It doesn't matter," Han Lang waved his hands, and the doubt in his heart was replaced by curiosity, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"At the end of last year, there was a sudden 'bang' in the mountains, and then the whole mountain shook, and even the houses in the village collapsed in several places," the peasant woman said, making exaggerated shaking movements, "then, The taste of the water in this well has changed. But the change has changed, and no one has died from drinking it. Some people say that the original dragon god in the mountain has ascended after crossing the catastrophe, and has become a high-ranking official in the heavenly court! This water must be changed. It’s a different flavor, of course!”

Han Lang was amused by her words, and seeing the peasant woman's serious appearance, he couldn't help admiring their ability to make up stories.Where did the Dragon God come from in this mountain?It was nothing more than a land robbery, and it all went to the capital at that time.I heard that the dam in the mountain was damaged by the earthquake, but no one was killed or injured.The capital allocated some money for disaster relief to rebuild the dam. The minister in charge of this matter seemed to be surnamed Zhou. When he passed through Anping County, he was dragged to the most luxurious restaurant by the magistrate Qian who was obsessed with power. one night.

Seeing his lack of interest, the peasant woman thought he didn't believe him, so she subconsciously increased her volume: "Master Guancha, there are really dragons in Heshan! The rich man surnamed Feng at the head of the village saw the dragon and offended the dragon. Now it's over." Strange disease, the whole person is dying!"

Han Lang let out an "Oh", he was really not very interested in these legends of gods and monsters, and even avoided them for fear.He casually thanked the peasant woman and said he was leaving.

The peasant woman kept sending him out of the yard.

At this time, all the men in the village were working in the fields, and the sun was shining brightly. Only some children playing and playing were seen on the narrow dirt road.They were afraid of strangers, so they stopped when they saw Han Lang from a distance, and they all shrank to the base of the wall, staring at him with only a few pairs of black eyeballs exposed.

It was quiet all around, and as soon as Han Lang approached, those children ran away like frightened sparrows, and he was the only one left on the street.At this moment, Han Lang felt a little hungry. No matter how firm Aunt Zhao's steamed stuffed bun was, it wouldn't be able to last most of the day.My stomach growled, and my mood couldn't help getting worse.

It's a pity that there is not even a shop on the street, and the children are avoiding him. Looking around, they can only see a few chickens raised by someone's family, wandering around like a stroll.

Go to a farmer's house to make do with a meal?Han Lang couldn't bear this face.When I was hungry, I didn't want to change my mind, and I couldn't even think of a suitable solution.Seeing that the exit of the village is ahead, only lush fields are left in the distance.Han Lang, who was getting more and more depressed, even began to think about whether to go to the field to beg for melons and fruits.

At this moment, a smell of roasted meat wafted over.

Farmers usually only eat meat during festivals, and the smell here is not only weird, but also arouses all the gluttons in Han Lang's body.Could it be that someone has a wedding?Just right, I can have a meal.Hungry, Han Lang walked out of the village following the smell of meat without the consciousness of a public official.The road became wider and wider, the houses were left behind, and there was only a lush tree in front of us.Under the tree sat a shirtless man with a jug of wine in his arms.In front of him, the fire was crackling, but no food was roasting.

The fragrance does emanate from here.

When Han Lang approached, the other party just happened to raise his eyes.The four eyes met, the veins on Han Lang's forehead were prominent, and the man raised his eyebrows with a smile and waved at him.

Enemy's Road is Narrow--it's He Yijiu again!