Dust flies in the distance. To the surprise of Wu Ma, it was not a human being, but a cow, a hundred and ten heads.

The old farmer glanced at Wu Ma Xin and said with a smile: "These animals are the most humane, and when they hear the sound of the gong, they know it's time to eat, haha." ”

Wu Ma Xin was slightly ashamed, and quickly turned his head, his eyes hitting the huge old scalper. The ox is tall and large, covered in yellow fur, with long and thick legs, wide and thick soles, and its tail constantly flicks to repel mosquitoes. Its eyes glared at Wu Ma's heart, and it stretched out its long, red tongue to roll up the grass and stuff it into its mouth, chewing it in a big gulp.

"Dude," Wu Maxin asked, "this cow looks stronger than the others, so why didn't it go to the field?"

The old peasant sprinkled the fodder on his hands and said, "Well, it is not because his plough staff is broken, so he has to be left idle here." ”

"Each cow has a different plough stick?"

"Of course. The old farmer said earnestly, "Each cow has a different shape and fur, and the plough staff is also tailored to this. It is already very hard to plow the land every day in the sun and wind, and it would not be too much to let them suffer from the plough rod any longer?"

Wu Ma nodded convincingly.

Duanguo does not farm, and cattle are only used to eat meat, so naturally I can't think of so many truths.

The old farmer said, "You went to Dingyang Mountain to find King Shun, right?"

"Exactly. ”

"Do you know why King Shun is being locked up here?"

"I really don't know about this. ”

"Haha," laughed the old farmer, "because of killing cattle." ”

"Killing a cow?"

"Not bad. The old peasant explained, "King Yu once made a rule: princes do not kill cattle without reason. Since the princes can't kill cattle casually, let alone ordinary people. At that time, only when King Yu sacrificed to the sky, he could kill an old or physically disabled cow, so that he could eat a bite of beef after the sacrifice. Cattle are the most important labor force, and a cow can feed the people of a village, and its status is not ordinarily high. Even King Yu is still like this, let alone others. But this King Shun is obsessed with eating beef, stealing and killing cattle, King Yu has repeatedly advised and punished, but he just doesn't listen, and still goes his own way. King Yu couldn't bear it, so he locked him up here and couldn't go down the mountain forever. ”

Wu Ma was a little surprised: "Isn't King Shun locked up here because he indiscriminately killed the innocents of the four clans?"

"Of course not. It is not a sin to drive out a stranger, and on the contrary, it is a felony if you harbor a stranger. The old farmer sighed and said, "It is for this reason that King Qi has been unpopular, so he has to be in a corner of Yizhou. However, we said that King Qi said that the cave of Duanguo is open, and the fortune will come, so there is no need to worry. ”

Wu Ma couldn't help clenching his fists, and his heart was sour.

The cattle in the courtyard were full of food and drink, and lay on the ground to rest. The old peasant took out a big drum and beat it a few times, and the cattle stood up with a shout, and staggered back to the field.

Wu Ma Xin asked, "Brother, where is that plowstick, I'll go and see." ”

"It's right next to that wall. The old farmer pointed to the side of the cowshed.

The handle of the locust wood and the iron-cast ploughshare were half submerged in the soil of the cropyard, and the former brilliance and sharpness were gone, and only the rust eroded by the rain was seen, mottled all over the ground.

The old farmer said: "It's strange to say, yesterday was fine, but this morning the ploughshare was broken, I can't figure out what happened." ”

"I'll take a look. Wu Ma Xin walked to the plough stick, and the old farmer wiped his hands and followed. Wu Ma Xin reached out and grabbed the ploughshare, and the fracture was particularly eye-catching against the rust. Sure enough, it was just damaged, and it was broken by someone who stepped on it hard.

Wu Ma Xin asked, "Is there anyone else here?"

"No, no one else except me and I'm a cow. The old farmer said, "Why do you ask that?"

"You see, this was obviously broken by someone, and this man must be infinite. Wu Ma Xin said, his fingers twisted, and the ploughshare regrew from the broken point, new and white.

The old farmer took the plough stick and looked left and right, and couldn't stop admiring it: "The people of the Wuma family are really clever and admired." Please come inside and have a glass of water and wine to show your heart. ”

"Brother," Wu Ma Xin arched his hand, "such a trivial matter is not enough to worry about, I am in a hurry to go up the mountain, and I hope that my brother will guide me on the way up the mountain." ”

"Haha," laughed the old farmer, "it's past noon today, and the way up the mountain has been closed, so I can only go again tomorrow." ”

"Uh......" Wu Ma's heart was on fire, if you didn't have to pull me to watch the locust and toad clan fight, how could you miss the time.

"Okay, let's go into the house and let you taste my handiwork. The old farmer said, picked up a hoe from the side, and dug out a jar of wine from the ground, "This was originally buried when my son was born, and I wanted to wait until his wedding day to get up and drink it, but I didn't expect it...... Alas, forget it, you are a distinguished guest from afar, let's drink it today. ”

Wu Ma had a bad heart and excused himself, so he had to clench his fists and arch his hand: "Then thank you brother." ”

"Well said, well said. The old farmer took out a chicken from the chicken coop and roasted it on a fire, "Brother Wuma, you go into the house first, and I will come when I have prepared the meal." ”

"Okay. Wu Ma Xin said as he walked towards the house, always feeling a pair of eyes staring at him behind him. He turned his head suddenly, and there was only the ox behind him, and it seemed that he was thinking too much.

The inside of the hut was very dark, and Wu Ma Xin picked up two sticks of firewood and twisted his fingers to make a fire, which brightened the hall a little. There is only one cabinet in the house, and on the cabinet is a small tablet that reads "Aiko Xiaomen's Spiritual Seat". In front of the tablet is a knife carved in wood and a handful of small purple flowers. It can be seen that the purple flower is newly replaced, and it is still shining with a glow.

The old farmer pushed the door in, and the aroma of chicken suddenly filled the room, and he opened the wine jar again, and poured out two bowls of wine, which were full of aroma. The aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of meat boosted the appetite of Wu Ma's heart.

"Come on, let's do this bowl first. The old farmer said, handed Wu Ma a bowl of heart, hit it lightly, and then drank it in a big gulp.

Wu Ma Xin also drank it all, and then asked, "Brother, what is this tablet?"

"Alas, it's my naughty child. The old farmer said, with a hint of sadness on his face, "Three years ago, he ran out to play, but he never came back. I searched the whole mountain and found only one shoe on the edge of the cliff. ”

The old farmer poured two more bowls of wine, took one bowl and drank it dry, and continued: "He has been determined to defend his family and country since he was a child, so I carved a wooden knife for him. If he were still alive, he would be eight years old, and he would be the age to practice martial arts. ”

"What is that purple flower?"

"This is Nanting Mustard, and he likes this flower the most. "Every day I pick some for him." ”

"Dude, why haven't I seen my sister-in-law?"

"She's gone. The old farmer said, "My wife and my childhood sweetheart, unexpectedly, bleed heavily when we gave birth to him and died. Since then, I have become more and more depressed, and this is why I was sent here by King Qi. This mountain can indeed make people forget a lot of pain, I brought my child here, my heart is a lot more relaxed, I didn't expect, the child is gone, I may be destined to be a lonely star, haha. ”

Turns out that's why he's here. In this way, the fisherman and the woodcutter must have had their own stories, but it is a pity that they did not ask. In fact, it's a good thing not to ask, after all, these are scars, and no one wants to poke them again and again.

Wu Ma's face was full of grief, and he felt a little guilty when he mentioned his sadness.

The old peasant quickly recovered from his grief: "It's okay, since you can't live the life of ordinary people, then forget it, it's not necessarily a bad thing." When King Qi comes out of the mountain again, I will be free of worries and bloody battlefields. ”

Wu Ma frowned, and then said, "Your son is not dead. ”

The old farmer was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Thank you Brother Wuma for your auspicious words, come, I will give you a bowl." ”

Wu Ma picked up the wine bowl in embarrassment and drank it all. He knew in his heart that the old peasant only thought he was comforting himself, but in fact, he really felt something, but he couldn't be sure.

The old farmer was in a good mood suddenly, whether it was true or not, he was always happy to have such a comforting word. He ripped off a chicken leg and handed it to Wu Ma Xin, and he ripped off one himself, stood up and put it in front of the tablet, with tears in his eyes. He blinked vigorously before turning back and grinning.

This laugh can't fool people.

After a while, both of them were a little drunk. The old farmer stood up and said, "Brother Wuma, you eat first, and I'll go and call the cow back." ”

"I'll go with you. Wu Ma Xin stood up as he spoke, but he almost fell down.

The old farmer said with a smile: "Brother Wuma must be sleepy, if you are sleepy, go to the Westhouse to sleep, haha." ”

"Okay. Wu Ma clenched his fists and saluted. He was a little tired in the past few days, and after drinking so much wine, he was indeed a little sleepy.

The Westinghouse is a bit smaller than the Eastinghouse, but it's clean. There was a fire kang in the house, and Wu Ma Xin was lying on it, full of warmth.

Just as Wu Ma's heart was hazy and ready to fall asleep, there was a sound of breaking from the corner of the wall. Wu Ma Xin gently opened a trace of his eyelids and followed the voice to glance over. It was a group of small people dressed in yellow, who were the people of the locust tribe that they met in the morning.

There are about thirty villains in yellow, and the leader is the prince who was trampled by the witch horse's heart. He was covered in bandages, carried by several people, and his face was arrogant: "Damn, that kid dares to step on this king, I think he is impatient!"

"Yes, yes. The rest of the crowd chimed in, "Prince, you give the order, how do you want that guy to die!"

"Hehe, okay, this king usually doesn't hurt you in vain. The prince waved his bandaged arm, "Give it to me." ”

As soon as the words fell, a big foot stepped down, and with a few clicks, the villain in yellow turned into meat puree.