The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

under the sign

The lonely leaves in the cold weather chase the snow,

The wind flutters and makes people worry.

Walls of mud fall to dust,

Misfortune comes out of the mouth.

Gan Qing frowned, looked at the torn note in his hand, snorted, and crumpled it into a ball vigorously.

What to sign!The handwriting is so ugly and crooked, it looks like it was written by the fortune teller on the street himself.That Chen Tianyan sits on the ground and sets up a stall to do fortune telling, but he doesn't understand anything, and uses these fake products to deceive outsiders.

Bad luck, bad luck!

Ganqing was full of complaints, and felt chills all over while sitting in the car, so he opened the curtain with his bare hands, and was surprised to see a piece of pure white outside the car window.

Snow covered Cangshan Mountain.

Although it was not winter, it was snowing heavily.It is said that there must be a strange grievance in the snow in June, but now it is only early October, and the snowflakes are falling on this mountain, giving off a chill.

Qian Qing shook his head, but luckily he hired a car.

The car drove slowly on the mountain path.The coachman was wearing thin clothes. While driving the little donkey, he also looked up at the gloomy sky. Seeing that it was snowing, he deliberately slowed down.The donkey walked very slowly, leaving shallow hoofprints and ruts on the snow-covered ground.

Qianqing sighed, and layers of white mist emerged.He put down the curtain casually and retracted his hand.Compared with the snowy weather outside, the inside of the car is still warm, and the body of Qianqing is also made of good material, which is thick enough.He glanced at the coachman in front of him, only to see that the hands and feet of the coachman were red with cold.

Unable to bear it, he reached into his sleeve and took out the silver, reckoning to reward the coachman for crossing the mountain.

Counting from today, Qianqing has been away from home for more than half a month.

Half a month ago, Yongcheng, Qianqing's hometown, was forced to be locked down for seven days. After seven days of panic, he decided to leave his hometown, leave a letter and go to Bianjing City.All the way to the north, the mountains are high, and the climate naturally becomes different from that in the Jiangnan area, but the sudden cold makes Qianqing feel slightly uncomfortable.

Snowflakes are not heavy snow like goose feathers, but they also have a special charm of dancing in the wind. Although they are crystal clear and beautiful, their random jumps cannot make poets and poets sing beautiful sentences, but unlike Jiangnan Xiaoxue, fluttering and falling can at least make people Qianqing looked happy.

But the car is getting slower and slower.

With a sudden stagger, the car stopped suddenly.Qianqing knocked his head with a "boom".He suddenly felt pain, but saw the coachman stopped.

"My lord, I'm sorry, the road ahead is really impossible."

Gan Qing originally thought that the coachman wanted to pay more wages, but he did not expect this to be the case.Without saying a word, he jumped out of the car and looked forward: "Why can't I go?"

The coachman sighed: "I made it clear to my son earlier that this road is really impossible. The road to Bianjing should have been by water instead of land, but the waterway is congested. Winter is coming, the temperature drops sharply, and the river is even more impassable."

"I know, so I hired a car." Gan Qing glanced at the driver's red hand.

"Going by land is not a good idea, young master, you see."

Following the coachman's direction, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but when he took a closer look ahead, Qianqing took a deep breath in vain.

"This is... a mountain collapse?"

I saw a landslide in front of me, covered with a thin layer of snow. At first glance, it was really hard to see that it was a landslide. It just seemed like an ordinary small hill.

The coachman rubbed his head, a little embarrassed: "The road is blocked, and there is no guarantee that there will be no mountain collapses and rocks rolling down the road."

The coachman wanted to stop talking, but Ganqing frowned and did not answer.He stretched his head and looked around.The woods are dense and quiet, and the pines and cypresses are full of green, as if sleeping in the long winter and unable to wake up.The falling snow was falling, and it tended to fall more and more violently.

This place is truly wild!

Based on Qian Qing's own observation, the road was difficult and dangerous, and the driver obviously didn't want to do this business anymore.Without saying a word, he quickly took out the scattered silver from his pocket and waved it in front of the coachman - this was much more than the usual fare, enough to supply a family with two months' rations.

When the coachman saw Yinzi, his eyes were bright, but he just stared at it for a while, then looked away.

"I'm sorry, Young Master, I'm really sorry...I can only send Young Master here."

The coachman's expression was completely clear, and he knew clearly that the coachman would definitely quit.

Should not be ah.

Qianqing didn't make any movements or words, which made him feel strange.The money was quite a lot, the coachman only took one look at it, and then resolutely refused.Ganqing murmured in his heart that the collapse of the mountain was probably an excuse, and the driver might have a ghost in his heart.

The coachman saw that Ganqing was still not moving, and knew that he was suspicious of himself, so he continued: "This... the collapse of the mountain is unexpected to me..."

Apparently the coachman was hiding something inside and out, Ganqing sneered, put away his cynical expression, suddenly put on a straight face, and said coldly: "Tell the truth."

The coachman wanted to keep fooling around, but he saw that the originally amiable young master changed his face in vain. He was afraid that it would be difficult to provoke him, and then he sighed: "To tell you the truth, young master, I'm afraid this trip will take you around in the mountains for a few days. Well, this area is easy to talk about in the daytime, but in the dark night, wild beasts come and go, it is very scary, and the villain is afraid that it will not be safe."

"It's safe to leave me here alone? You go back alone and leave me here alone to feed the wolves?" Qian Qing was angry and stared at the coachman indifferently.He didn't believe the coachman's words in his heart.A rich boy like him.It's impossible to be alone outside.That's all for wild animals. If bandits rob you, it's fine if you don't keep your gold and silver. I'm afraid your life will be gone.

Clean and shrewd, the coachman wants to leave?no way!

The coachman sighed, rubbed his hands together and said, "I can't lie to you, sir. I really don't want to come this time. If you hadn't been in a hurry to leave, and there were so many rewards, I wouldn't have made this trip. You will know when you inquire. Willing to take on this kind of business? The barren mountains and ridges, the weather is freezing."

Ganqing folded his arms, frowned, and said nothing.

The coachman hesitated for a moment: "I only ask for half of the wages, so you can get out of the car right now." After speaking, he pulled up the reins and was about to leave.

The coachman didn't know, the God of Plague Xia was not easy to mess with.

Seeing this, Qianqing threw the money away, grabbed the coachman by the collar, and said viciously: "Half? Bah! If you don't pull me out of the mountain, you turtle, I won't give you a dime!"

Although Qianqing is not a talent, but his family education is very strict, he seldom speaks foul language, and seldom fights with others, but now there is nothing he can do - the coachman is definitely a person who takes soft things but not tough ones.

Ganqing pulled hard, strangled the coachman's neck, and dragged him to the front.The coachman lost his footing and almost fell to the ground, his face flushed from the suffocation.Seeing that Mr. Sven, who was polite just now, suddenly became like this, the coachman also panicked.

Just as the two of them froze, suddenly, a howling of wolves was heard in the distance.

The voice was so close that it seemed to be a few steps away from them.

Both Qianqing and the coachman shuddered.The snowy sky was originally very quiet, with mountains in the distance and dense trees. Suddenly hearing wolves howling in this desolate place is really scary!

When the coachman heard the wolf howling, he immediately looked like he was about to cry.

"My lord, let the younger one go, I don't want the wages!"

Ganqing also felt that there seemed to be a cold wind blowing over his back, and he felt a sudden chill, but he said calmly: "What are you afraid of! It's just a wolf."

The coachman trembled and said: "Young Master, I don't know. There is a village on this mountain. The family name is Wu. They used to hunt for a living. There are many wolves in the mountain, and they mainly hunt wolves. They sell their furs after hunting. It's just that something happened recently. It’s starting to hurt people. The winter came early this year, and the wolves had no food, so they all went crazy and attacked people.”

Gan Qing dismissed it, and glared at the coachman viciously: "How can there be a wolf that doesn't hurt people!"

Qianqing still grabbed the coachman by the collar, and the coachman was not comfortable, and continued: "Young master, you don't know. Wolf, you are always cautious, and you don't want to provoke people at will. But, it is said that many people died in this village recently. Say... the village is haunted."

Gan Qing was taken aback: "Dead... people? Haunted?"

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