The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Hearing that grandpa was coming, Song Jiao dropped the pen and ran out without even being able to hug her little yellow dog.

Xie Chen got up, walked behind the little yellow dog who was struggling to climb over the threshold, pinched the back of its neck, and lifted it up.

"Let's go and have a look."

Song Jiao ran out of the study and ran towards the highest point of the castle.

It was grandpa who was sent by grandpa to look for him. Now that he has found it, grandpa must be with grandpa.

With short legs, he ran through the corridor like a gust of wind, and when he reached the highest castle, he heard Grandpa's voice.

Grandpa seemed to be very angry, and shouted so loudly: "The traitor... the traitor... the handsome man, the bearded old thief, I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Song Jiao had never seen Grandpa lose such a big temper. He stood outside the door, wondering whether he should go in or not.

Just as he was hesitating, his grandfather's voice came from the room again.

Grandpa seemed to be persuading him: "Hey, Lao Song, don't be so angry early in the morning, and talk about it if you have something to say."

In fact, even Song Jiao knew that his grandfather was Song Wenxue, the great historian of the Song Dynasty, who was called "Nine-headed Bull".

Not good advice.

Immediately afterwards, the angry voice of the old bandit came from the room again.

"Song Wenxue, you have to stay today if you want, or if you don't stay, anyway, I want a literati to assist me."

"Ridiculous."

Song Jiao had learned this idiom before, but he couldn't remember what it meant for a while.

When he was trying to remember, the door in front of him was opened from the inside.

The historian of the Song Dynasty was in his forties, with a thin body and shabby clothes, and he looked like a standard literati.In the past few days, I have been running around for days, and I am worried about my grandson. My hair has turned gray, my face is sallow, and my eyes are sunken.

Song Jiao raised his head and called out in a small voice, "Grandpa."

When Song Shiguan saw him, he calmed down, bent down, touched his face, confirmed that he was not injured, and picked him up.

"Go, grandpa will take you home."

Song Shiguan hugged him and walked down the steps. Song Jiao put his arms around his grandfather's neck, and turned to see the friends standing beside him.

He looked up at his grandpa, he knew that grandpa didn't like the bandit village very much, and he didn't like the people in the bandit village too much, but he still waved to his friends.

Seeing his movements, Song Shiguan paused, but didn't say anything in the end.

Afterwards, General Wu also chased him out: "Old Song, Lao Song, there is a lot of chaos outside, you are a literati, and you still have Mao Mao, where can you settle down? Stay here. Lao Xie is a rough man who can't speak. Don't be as knowledgeable as him, he really cherishes your talent, really, he has read your "National Policy"."

The official historian of Song continued to walk down without saying a word with a sullen face.

Song Jiao didn't quite understand what happened. Grandpa, grandfather, and that old bandit, why did they quarrel.

He turned to look at his grandfather, and whispered to him, "Grandpa, my puppy."

Song Shiguan paused: "Where is it?"

Song Jiao pointed to Xie Chen's side, and the historian Song carried him forward, and took the little yellow dog from Xie Chen's hand: "Thank you."

Xie Chen didn't know whether to answer or not, he just looked at Song Jiao, but Song Jiao didn't know either.

General Wu said again: "This is Lao Xie's grandson. He has played very well with Mao Mao these days. Lao Song, if you don't think about yourself, think about Mao Mao. He is so old that he can go out with you. Do you suffer?"

Song Shiguan still didn't speak, handed the little yellow dog to Song Jiao, and when he hugged Song Jiao well, he carried Song Jiao and continued to walk forward.

At this time, the old bandit also strode out from the room, leaning on the door frame, and said sharply: "When you think of the bandit village, you can come and leave whenever you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hundred or so bandits appeared out of thin air in the open space and in the corridors, armed with weapons, forming a human wall.

The old bandit spat: "I have raised your grandson for you for so long, but you just picked him up and left."

When he mentioned Song Jiao, the official historian of Song paused.

He stopped and put Song Jiao on the ground: "Wait a minute, Grandpa."

Song Shiguan touched the empty sleeves on both sides, and found some scattered silver, then touched his bosom, and took out two or three pieces of broken silver.

He weighed the broken silver in his hand, turned around, and put the silver on the steps: "Maomao's travel expenses are not enough for me to make up for."

The old bandit's face was ashen, he didn't give an order, and the bandits who surrounded him didn't know whether to act or not, but Song Shiguan hugged Song Jiao, protected him with both hands, and stared at the nearest bandit with his eyes. The sharpness in his eyes was better than the light of a sword.

The bandit he was staring at was caught by this force, and unconsciously took two or three steps back.

Like mountains and rivers, everything makes way for him.

Song Shiguan hugged Song Jiao like this, and left from the bandit village.

Walking out of the garrison mansion, Song Shiguan didn't hesitate and kept walking.

Song Jiao hugged his neck and asked, "Grandpa, where are we going now?"

Song Shiguan never fooled him, and would talk to him about anything in the family.Although sometimes Song Jiao still can't understand.

He was thinking: "Originally, Grandpa was sent by His Majesty to be an official in a place further north, but now the place further north has been occupied by bandits, and Grandpa can't get through."

"Ah? What should I do then?"

"Your Majesty hasn't made any new orders yet, so grandpa can't go back, so grandpa plans to stay here in the post house and wait for your majesty's orders."

"Then if Your Majesty forgets about Grandpa and never gave it to Grandpa..." Song Jiao touched his cheek, "...paper, paper, what should we do?"

"No." Song Shiguan paused, "Then grandpa will be Su Wu."

Song Jiao was puzzled: "What does Su Wu do?"

"Sheep herder."

"Have you been herding sheep?"

"Well, keep letting it go, keep letting it go, until His Majesty's order comes."

"But grandpa doesn't have any sheep." Song Jiao thought for a while, "Maomao has a puppy, so Maomao will give the puppy to grandpa."

Song Shiguan patted him on the head: "It's better to raise the puppy, doesn't Grandpa have a little rabbit?"

"Where? Where is the little rabbit?" Song Jiao looked for the little rabbit with wide eyes, and then realized.

The little rabbit is himself.

Song Jiao pursed her mouth, complaining a little: "Grandpa can't lose me again next time."

"Understood. We walked well at that time, did you sneak back to see the little monkey, that's why you got lost with grandpa?"

"No." Song Jiao pursed her lips again, and looked down, "Yes... the system wanted to see the little monkey, and it pulled Mao Mao over."

System: "Damn you."

Song Jiao blinked: "System, what did you say?"

"Nothing, I said it was me."

Do not swear in front of children.

The cities in the northwest are not like the ones in the south, they are all scattered in the desert and grassland.

After leaving Liangzhou City, it took dozens of miles to see the new city, and the desert was dangerous. It was impossible for the Song historian to take Song Jiao on the road like this.

So they still stayed in Liangzhou City.

There is a posthouse in Liangzhou City, which is specially used for officials who come from other places to live. When the bandits rebelled, the officials who lived there either surrendered to the bandits or fled with the refugees.

Song Shiguan took Song Jiao into the posthouse, carried him around the posthouse, and counted the things in the posthouse, all of which were still usable.

"From now on, you and grandpa will live here first."

"Okay." Song Jiao frowned and said sadly, "But Grandpa, you just gave all the money to Xie Shen Grandpa."

Song Shiguan wiped the stool with his sleeve, put him on the stool, then supported the wall, took off his shoes, took out a silver ticket from the shoes, and slapped it on the table.

"Grandpa!" Song Jiao covered her nose.

Song Historian laughed: "This is Grandpa's coffin book, how dare you dislike it."

Song Jiao whispered with a nasal voice, "Grandpa doesn't need a coffin."

"Okay, let's tidy up here and live here."

So Song Jiao changed into a blue blouse, took a small rag, and ran around in the posthouse.

Song Shiguan was repairing the door, looked up and reminded him: "Maomao, just finished wiping the table, so don't go to wipe the puppy."

"Oh." Song Jiao reluctantly took back the rag.

The system of escape from the dead: fuck you.

The post house was very large, so the place to live was cleared out first, and the Song Shiguan used the leftover ingredients in the kitchen to make a lunch and ate it with Song Jiao.

Song Jiao scrubbed and washed all morning and was exhausted. After eating, she climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Song Shiguan folded his arms and sat by the bed, thinking about something.

When Song Jiao woke up, he still maintained this posture.

"grandfather."

Song Jiao called out, and Song Shiguan turned to look at him: "Are you awake? Let's go, grandpa will take you to the street."

Song Jiao's eyes lit up: "Yes."

Song Shiguan changed his clothes and took him out.

The amount of that bank note is not small, but it still needs careful calculation.

I went out for a stroll, but in the end I only bought half a bag of corn and two bags of rapeseed.The biggest expense was buying a ewe to replenish Song Jiao's body.

It was the first time for him to milk goat milk, and after working for an hour, he got out half a bowl of goat milk, put some sugar in it, boiled it, and gave it to Song Jiao to drink.

Song Jiao held the bowl in both hands and handed it to him: "Grandpa, do you want to drink?"

Song Shiguan patted his head: "Grandpa doesn't like to drink, are you afraid that you will wet the bed after drinking it all?"

Song Jiao opened her eyes wide: "Grandpa is talking nonsense! I don't know how to do it!"

After he said this, he picked up the bowl, gurgled, drank all the goat milk, and wiped his mouth proudly.

The next day, when Song Jiao woke up, the sun had already risen and grandpa was not there.

He got up, and through the open window, he saw grandpa in the open space next to him, brandishing a hoe.

The historian of the Song Dynasty specifically asked the people in Liangzhou City yesterday that if they planted a bunch of vegetables now, they would still have time to harvest them in winter.Before the emperor's decree came down, he had to make a long-term plan.

Song Jiao waved to his grandfather, Song Shiguan smiled and asked him to change his clothes before coming down.

Song Jiao put on the blouse and went down with the puppy.

"grandfather."

"Go eat first, and help grandpa grow vegetables after dinner."

"Okay." Song Jiao ran under the eaves, climbed onto the stool, opened the thing covered by the basin, broke the dough into two halves, ate half for himself, and gave half to the little yellow dog.

After breakfast, the sun was getting brighter. Song Jiao was wearing a small straw hat, holding a small purse containing rapeseed in one hand, and feeling inside with the other hand, counting three seeds, and putting them into the pit dug by Grandpa.

The little yellow dog followed him and helped him bury the seeds with his front paws.

Song Jiao squatted in front of the pit: "One...two...three..."

The historian of the Song Dynasty was carrying a hoe, looked at him and smiled, and suddenly said: "Maomao, say an idiom with the word 'one' in it."

Song Jiao choked and looked at him in disbelief.

Even if it is a grandfather, you can't suddenly check your homework!He is going to be angry!

"One... smooth sailing."

"Well, let's talk about another one with 'two'."

"Don't say anything else!"

"The one with 'three'."

"Three... three little pigs..."

The official historian of Song Dynasty laughed, and at this moment, a voice full of anger came.

"Three visits to the thatched cottage!"

The old bandit strode towards them, clasped his fists at them, and Song Shiguan's smile froze.

Xie Chen followed behind his grandfather, Song Jiao raised his head and glanced at him, with an angry look in his eyes.

Xie Chen clearly said that as long as he writes big characters for him, Grandpa Xie Chen will not let him be a companion to read again.

He lied!Thank you Grandpa Shen for coming again!