The sword that crosses eventually grows longer than the cliff

In the cool and chilly morning, the young figure set foot on the road to Huoshan Town again.I can't get used to the heavy feeling on my back no matter how many times.

Fortunately, the weather was getting cooler day by day, so that apart from the heavy load on his back, he no longer sweated his cheeks and wet his clothes.

Yesterday afternoon, when I heard that Ren Cao was going to town, Grandma Zhang, an old man in the village, looked at the sky, held Ren Cao's little hand, squinted and said, "Xiaocao, it's the season, I'd better take a raindrop to the town. It will be bad if you get caught in the rain and get sick."

Grandma Zhang's old face was full of kind care, and the smell unique to the elderly reminded Ren Cao of her own grandma.

Every time she goes back to her hometown to celebrate the New Year, she always holds out dried sweet potatoes and dried persimmons, watching her relatives and grandchildren eat them sweetly, and the satisfaction on her face is more than anything else.Even though they have already contracted out the land, they have to open up a sweet potato field in front of the house just for grandchildren.Just because the taste of sweet potatoes grown by ourselves is much better than those sold outside.

The persimmons are also carefully cared for in their own garden.Picked persimmons and sweet potatoes washed and cut into strips are always turned over and over in the yard to dry in the sun.In the end, what Ren Cao ate was that the more he chewed, the more delicious it became.

But the last life was the last life, even though Ren Cao felt sad, she could only brace herself to face all kinds of hardships in this world.As the saying goes: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes." Although the body will be heavier, Ren Cao still hangs a small raindrop made by himself on the back basket.

Along the way, from the faint moonlight in the dark and dense night when I first left the house, to the floating twilight, and then to the light blue morning light when I was in the town.Ren Cao took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, opened her eyes with a smile, put the fruits and the like on the rain capes, and began to sell them.

From Maoshi to Sishi, many people came to ask the price, but the only one who really bought it was a boatman.His daughter-in-law was pregnant and suddenly wanted to eat dates.The boatman had worked so hard to marry this daughter-in-law, and it was because of his heartache.I had no choice but to stop the business on the boat and go ashore to find a date seller.

But at this time of year, jujubes are not particularly delicious, so it is really not easy to find a seller of jujubes.After going around and asking people again, the boatman found Ren Cao, a small stall made of raindrops, and bought half a catty back.

Seeing that it was approaching noon, a large basket of things hadn't been sold out, and the sky was gradually darkening. I was afraid that Grandma Zhang's words were true, and an autumn rain was coming.

Many stall owners nearby began to pack their goods, and the stall owners who encountered the goods that could not touch the water were even more agile.In a blink of an eye, most of the sellers have been withdrawn.

After the first drop of lingering and gentle autumn rain fell, Ren Cao had to sigh. She packed up the fruits on the raindrops, the little dragonflies and grasshoppers she learned to weave from Grandma Zhang, and carried the bag on her back. A big pannier that is not much lighter than early morning.

At this time, the autumn rain hitting the ground has become a beautiful dot shape.

Ren Cao fastened the rain cape, and some didn't want to go home.Maybe it was the dripping autumn rain, or maybe it was the slightly cold and gentle slanting wind that made his heart feel comfortable.Ren Cao walked in the rain until he saw a small inn before stopping.

The tables and chairs in the lobby on the first floor of the small inn were crowded with people. They wanted a pot of tea and a plate of snacks, and they could comfortably wait for the rain to pass.

But there were no two people under the eaves in front of the house, maybe there were more people in the vicinity, and they could get home by taking a few steps, so they didn't take shelter from the rain outside.

It happened that Ren Cao didn't want to squeeze with others at this time, so he went up to unload the things on his body, shook the rainwater from the rain capes, and stood there silently looking at the sky and watching the scenery in the rain.Corresponding to Ren Cao's tranquility and indifference is the noisy scene in the house.

Among them, the voices of the two men in bunts, black shirts, and long swords were the most wanton.

One of the slender men said: "What happened to the Haotian Pavilion these years, not to mention the frequent changes of the pavilion owner, and his actions are sometimes upright and then evil, this has not stopped for two years, and there are people who have been arrested. Along the way Along the way in the northwest, many people with burns have been interrogated by them. Hey..."

"Brother He, why are you sighing, come, drink and drink." Another man, although obese, only gave people a sense of solidity and fitness. He pulled off the cloth cover on the wine jar with his fat hands and filled two empty bowls Gan Xian's wine, "I didn't expect this place to be small, but it also has good quality wine. Hehe. Come, come, I'll toast a glass."

The skinny man surnamed He drank the wine in one gulp, smiled and said, "If you hadn't been stalking me so hard, the shopkeeper might not have sold it to us. His expression at this moment is still in pain."

Sure enough, the shopkeeper of the inn stared straight at the wine in the hands of the two of them, with a painful expression on his face.

The wine was brewed for decades brought back by the owner from the north, and it has been kept in the inn for two years.However, this place is small, and not many people are willing to spend a lot of money to buy wine. They usually drink ordinary wine brewed by the wine shop a hundred meters away.Inns usually order wine from wine shops, so the mellow wine was not sold before the two men came.

The shopkeeper is also a lover of wine. He planned to buy this wine from the owner at a low price with the money he saved in another year, and taste it carefully at home. He did not expect to meet these two people today.

If it wasn't for the fact that the short and fat man said that the wine here was of low quality, he wouldn't have taken out this jar of good wine on the spur of the moment.Now he regrets that his intestines are green.

"Haha. That's right, that's right." After glancing at the shopkeeper's expression, the short and fat man laughed loudly.

Then he suddenly lowered his voice, winked and said, "I heard that the defector is the younger brother of the current Haotian Pavilion master Zang Kui. Madam tried her best to break free to avoid it. Then the pavilion master who had just left the customs beat his younger brother in a rage. But after all, he thought of a little brotherhood, only ordered him, and then went out to vent. Who knows that when he came back, he found the room It was already on fire. His younger brother was also almost burned to death, and he was wounded unsuspectingly after helping his younger brother to open the acupuncture point. This is why those ghosts and monsters are hunting people everywhere."

The thin man asked suspiciously: "There is such a big fire, and there is no one to put out the fire?"

The short and fat man laughed again, "Hehe", and said, "Maybe it's the pavilion master's wife who is angry and determined to burn his little uncle to death. I don't know. The master is the master of the house, and the servants dare not disobey."

The skinny man nodded and said, "That's true."

"Both, don't you mind moving a seat for the little old man?" The haggard old man on the side table squeezed in here, as if preparing to gossip.

The skinny man frowned slightly, but the short and fat man said with a smile, "Of course." After saying that, he punched, "I haven't asked Gao's name yet."

The old man waved his hand, "It's a cheap name, what's worth asking, a certain family's surname is Qian Minghong, and I don't know the names of the two younger brothers."

The old man said "little brother" and he felt a little offended by Joe, but when he heard the name "Qian Hong", both the thin man and the short fat man were stunned, and they didn't dare to be dissatisfied, and then they stood up.

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