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

The voice was loud and sharp, it was the voice of a young woman.Gan Qing looked up, but saw no one.The girl turned around immediately when she heard the sound, and called out in a clear and clear voice: "Feng Jiuniang, we have guests!"

I saw a woman walking on the snow-covered hill in the distance.She walked gracefully and gracefully, but her steps were hurried, and her steps were graceful but rushed.Looking closely, his face is fair and clean, quite handsome, but he looks like he is in his early thirties.

She was holding a beautiful wooden hairpin, which was actually inlaid with thin, fairly fine pieces of gold—wood inlaid gold. This style was extremely rare, but the workmanship was rough.Even though she has a good figure, she doesn't know how to dress up, and her clothes are rather tacky.She still had a bracelet on her hand, which was made of jade, not a good jade, but she was always clutching the bracelet as if she was afraid of breaking it.

The woman raised her eyebrows and took a clear look from a distance: "Who are you?"

She looked at the clean and tattered clothes with disdain and arrogance, as well as suspicion and hostility.

Ganqing feels that this woman is definitely not a kind person.The words were a bit domineering, and he looked at her before saluting. He was generous and decent with a gentle manner: "Xiaosheng Xia Qianqing, a person from Yongcheng, wants to go to Bianjing, but the waterway is blocked, and it happens to be passing by here——"

Seeing that they were all women, Gan Qing pretended to be a gentle scholar and bowed honestly.Women naturally like gentlemen when they see gentlemen.

The white woman called "Feng Jiuniang" sneered: "You come here alone? What are you going to Bianjing for?" After finishing speaking, she stared at the clean clothes with complicated eyes.

Ganqing was frightened when he was looked at, and felt that this woman was difficult to deal with, so he glanced at her again, and said patiently: "Xiaosheng is going to join relatives, and there is a coachman waiting not far away. It's cold and I want to spend the night here, hello Feed the donkey, I hope Madam will show you the way down the mountain, Xiaosheng is very grateful." Qianqing paused, and continued: "Although Xiaosheng's net worth is not worth much, he still has enough money, and there is still a little money. Madam is kind. convenient."

When Feng Jiuniang heard Yinzi, she was slightly moved, and she smiled imperceptibly.

The unattractive woman next to her was silent for a long time, and then hurriedly said: "Master, this is too polite, helping others, it should be, why bother to mention money? Even if it is free living and living—" She wanted to help, but was interrupted.

"Go and take young master to a clean house, the one in the southeast is good." Feng Jiuniang pointed to the broken thatched house in the distance.The thatched hut was covered with snow, and water was dripping at this moment.And the thatched grass on it has been messed up by the strong wind, and it may not be able to withstand the cold at night.

Qianqing looked along and couldn't help being taken aback.

This condition is too bad!

Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Feng Jiuniang sneered and said, "Poor people have to live in this house."

Qian Qing was stunned.

poor?

Xia Qianqing became a poor man!

Qianqing suddenly found it funny, but kept a straight face on purpose.Seeing his expression, Feng Jiuniang snorted coldly: "Hei Hei, take him down."

Only then did Qian Qing learn the name of the singing girl. If it was Wu Village, it would be "Wu Hei Hei".Ganqing smiled wryly, black and black, who named his daughter this?

Hei Hei smiled, her brows stretched out, this smile is the purest.Instead, he took Qianqing into the house in the southeast corner.About to leave, Qianqing suddenly remembered what he had forgotten——

That cowardly coachman!He is still waiting at the entrance of the village.

After walking a few steps, he said to Hei Hei: "The coachman who came with him is still waiting at the entrance of the village, can you let Xiaosheng go and bring him here?"

Hei Hei smiled, still not daring to see clearly: "You are not a scholar, why are you so refined?"

Now Ganqing was stunned: "What do you think the girl said?"

"Just call me Hei Hei." Hei Hei smiled, heard the question clearly, and then asked with bright eyes, "Tell me, what do you want to do when you go to Bianjing?"

"Looking for relatives." Gan Qing replied casually.

Heihei smiled, and lightly kicked the stones on the soles of his feet: "That's right, it's not the time to rush for the exam. You don't have any valuables on your body. Look at your belt, it's a good thing."

Qianqing felt a chill in his heart, and only then remembered his belt.

The belt is inlaid with peacock patterns, and the white jade is crystal clear and exquisite.

Qianqing smiled awkwardly, and quickly put it away.Hei Hei continued: "Look at your dress is different from ours. We are all dressed in rough linen, and we also wear square-toed and round-toed shoes. Look at you, the inner shirt is obviously cotton and the inner shirt is also silk. , and still wearing such a nice thick blouse, look at the embroidered patterns on it. The wealth is not in vain, you have traveled so far, and you have so little burden on you, you must not be short of money, you can buy it when you have money."

Qianqing was blocked and had nothing to say, but Heihei was proud: "Copper plates are heavy and inconvenient to carry, and so is silver. Seeing that you don't have anything else, then you must use silver notes. If it is silver notes, ordinary people will not use them." That thing has a big denomination. If you use it, you must be not an ordinary person, either rich or expensive."

Hearing this, Qian Qing laughed and said, "Young lady has good eyesight. I won't hide it from you. I'm not a scholar. It's just that I'm afraid that being alone outside would be too ostentatious and cause trouble."

Hei Hei nodded vigorously: "Understood, this is good." She seemed to resent herself for talking too much, looked around, and said in a low voice cautiously: "Then Feng Jiuniang came out of Qian's eyes, listen to what I said. Just go, be careful."

She seemed to blame herself for talking too much, and added intermittently: "I...just joking and talking casually, young master, don't take it seriously."

Qianqing was slightly taken aback, there should not be many people in this village, and there are few people, so the neighbors must be close to each other to do things well.Hearing that Hei Hei actually said Feng Jiuniang to strangers like this, especially the last sentence "be careful", Qian Qing couldn't help feeling a little bit suspicious.

His doubts were not without reason.

After walking for so long, I haven't seen a villager, not a single one.

Is this a deserted village?Why no one?

Ganqing was thinking wildly, but seeing the suspension bridge arrived, he asked, "Is there any other way to go besides this suspension bridge in the gully here?"

"Yes, but it's too far away, and it's extremely steep. It takes about three or four days to get around."

Gan Qing nodded, he knew that the coachman was on the other side of the suspension bridge, but he really didn't want to take this bridge.Hei Hei is here, although she is not beautiful, she is also a woman, she must not show timidity, she just gritted her teeth and strode over.

Hei Hei waited on the side of the suspension bridge, and Qian Qing walked through the woods to the place where he had just parted from the coachman.

The snow of pines and cypresses rustled and fell on Ganqing's shoulders.

There was no one around, and the coachman ran away!

Qianqing cursed secretly, seeing the mess under his feet, all of which were the marks of stepping on it.Looking at the tree again, his dragon-binding buckle was still there, but it was hanging alone and incomplete on the tree.The coachman probably broke the rope with a knife or a hard stone and ran away.Gan Qing sneered, thinking in his heart, when he came back this trip, he paid money to let you go, if you don't want money, that's all.

Qianqing groaned and cursed and turned back, he still had to cross that suspension bridge, thinking in his heart that he would never walk on such a thing again in his life.

I don't know, but this bridge is indeed the last time he walked.

And he forgot something.

Zhemu bow was lying alone in the grass behind the tree. If it could shout, it would call the master back and take it into the village.

But it won't cry.

At this time, the wind stopped, and the smoke from Wu village's cooking was rising up to the sky, floating alone in the gray sky.

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