From Xinghua Village to Xingzi Town, from Xingzi Town to Xijin Mountain City, it is already noon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The weather is a bit better, with occasional sun showers.

Opposite Xijin Mountain City is the county seat of Lingyang County, and there is a Xijin River in between.

The Xijin River is about 40 zhang wide, and the water is clear and transparent, and the fish in the river can be counted.

It was a bit of a cloudy day.

There is no bridge in the Xijin River leading to the county seat, but there are two ferries, each of which can carry more than 20 people with people and horses.

Mu Jianping and Ouyang Chun got on a ferry, and there were about fourteen or fifteen people on board.

The ferry was made by an old man of seventy years. From the age of twenty, the sun rises and sets, and it has been fifty years.

One of them gave the money to Xiaohua, the granddaughter of the old man on the ferry, and Xiaohua shook her hand and said, "No need to give money!" ”

The man was surprised: "Why?" ”

But seeing Xiaohua growing up in the wind and rain, her skin is a little dark, and her eyes are as clear as crystal.

She said: "In the past few years, it has been paid by the government, and we have a salary. ”

The man exclaimed, "There is such a thing in the world!" ”

It turned out that after Li Guangtian took office, he did not have the financial resources to build a bridge for the time being, so he came up with this idea to facilitate the people.

Another said: "This is all because Master Li is a good official and benefits the people." ”

Ouyang Chun was very happy when he heard this.

Mu Jianping listened and said, "Ma Daha! Such a good official, you must protect it well! ”

Ouyang Chun shrugged his nose and said, "Don't call me Ma Daha!" ”

Xiaohua heard Ouyang Chun's voice and walked over and said, "Brother Ouyang! Where did you come from? ”

Ouyang Chun looked at Xiaohua's innocent eyes and said, "Xinghua Village." ”

Mu Jianping teased: "Ma Daha! Is this your good? ”

Ouyang Chun blushed and said, "It's a good friend." ”

Xiaohua was innocent and lively, took off the teapot bag on her waist, handed it to Ouyang Chun and said, "Brother Ouyang!" Drink some tea to quench your thirst. ”

Ouyang Chun took the teapot bag and saw that there were a lot of spring flowers embroidered on the teapot bag.

He took two sips and handed it to Mu Jianping: "You drink some too." ”

Mu Jianping drank tea like drinking wine, and drank half a bag of "grunt".

Xiaohua saw that Mu Jianping was drinking happily and smiled: "Sister! You are with Brother Ouyang? ”

Mu Jianping returned the teapot bag to Xiaohua and said generously: "Yes!" Thank you for the tea. ”

At this time, some people on the ship exclaimed, "What's that?" ”

Mu Jianping looked at the river and was also surprised.

The ferry boat that Mu Jianping and Ouyang Chun took was already ten zhang offshore, and the other ferry boat was even farther away, more than twenty zhang offshore.

On the other side of the mountain city of the Xijin River, there was a Tianzhu monk, about fifty years old, with a thin face, gray monk's robe, and a blanket on his shoulders.

When he saw that the two ferries were off shore, he broke off a reed and threw it into the river.

The gray-clothed monk jumped off the shore and walked on the reeds to the ferry boat where Mu Jianping was sitting.

The gray-clothed monk was very fast, and in a moment, he caught up with the ferry boat and jumped onto the bow of the boat.

Ouyang Chun was so impressed that he threw himself to the ground and muttered, "Godman! ”

The gray-robed monk sat on the bow of the boat, looking at the river in the wind.

The old man on the ferryboat had never seen such a thing in his life, and he forgot to start the boat for a while.

Xiaohua walked from the cabin to the bow of the boat and said, "This monk, you can stand in the cabin." ”

The gray-robed monk smiled and spoke Middle-earth with a peculiar accent: "It's good here." ”