Four hundred years ago, it was a small mountain village. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info because of the remote terrain, the government is not able to govern the security here, hastily sent a few Qing soldiers to check the household registration, and left here. Most of the merchants who pass by here are merchants who deliver foreign goods, and the Qi family is at the entrance of the village, so they will rest here and set off the next day.

As dusk approaches, the setting sun turns the sky red. After the neighbors have eaten, they will come out to chatter a few words of homely things. Men can't run these gonzos together, and women talk about how many strands of linen they want to weave, which is stronger and more durable. The children are fighting with their carefully raised gnats. At night, the stars are wide and the village is silent, the partridges in the mountains, the frogs in the distance, and the small songs sung by the crickets in the near distance, accompanied by the day of work like a dream. The people here work at sunrise and rest at sunset, poor and quiet.

Probably after the Qi family made their first trade with the merchant who sold foreign goods, the Qi family and several other families in the village made an appointment to go up the mountain to chop firewood. It was probably dusk and the backbone of these families did not come back, and several women gathered together and waited.

The men who went up the hill to chop wood did not carry firewood on their backs, but were bare-armed, and their sackcloth shirts were wrapped in a large bag of things, which jingled.

The woman of the Qi family panicked, "Why don't you see your eldest brother?" ”

"Big brother?" A few men threw these treasures to the ground and jingled, "Sister-in-law, the eldest brother made a deal with the monster in order to let us escape." ”

The woman fainted, and when she woke up the next day, her man was next to her pillow, but next to him stood a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a broken fan in his hand.

Those who went up the mountain to chop firewood all made a hard stroke, and those who didn't go to chop firewood inquired about the road and searched for a few days in the mountains, but they didn't find a place with a treasure.

This mountain village began to become rich, and people's houses were no longer fences and earth and stone walls, but blue bricks and white tiles. More and more people came to admire it, and gradually formed a small county town.

The people brought back by the Qi family that day, if they were curious, they asked who the man was, and the Qi family frowned, "The ancestor of the Qi family!" The people laughed as if he was joking. Because of him, the Qi family also began to be shunshui and was red-eyed.

"None?" Mo Sheng saw Qi Mingran's left hand "snap" and slapped the table, and with a startled sound, this story came to an end.

"Miss Mo, you are the big boss today." Qi Mingran respectfully handed the pu fan to Mo Sheng: "I received your silver ticket, but I can't make the owner happy, as a thank you gift, this pu fan will be given to the owner!" ”

Mo Sheng put away the pu fan, and Qi Suzi should have taken this pu fan at that time.

What does this pu fan mean, Qi Mingran thanked Mo Sheng and left Cuiqing Building.

Mo Sheng didn't stay long, let Jin Hua instruct the housekeeper, and then follow her back to her grandfather's house. There was a sudden stinging pain in the wrist, and the hand that was originally holding the pu fan shrank sharply, and the pu fan "snapped" and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Jin Hua picked up the pu fan for her and grabbed her wrist, a bewitching flower, bright and dripping.

Mo Sheng clutched the pu fan tightly, he came back, but not for her. "I just accidentally cramped!"

"This mark?" Jin Hua knew that Mo Sheng was born different, but this flower was indeed charming, so she asked casually.

"Thorn it!" Mo Sheng didn't want Jin Hua to worry too much, and for Bai Linyi, she didn't want Jin Hua to include anyone to know too much.

Jin Hua nodded thoughtfully.