The hunchbacked old man was serving noodles in a bowl, and when he heard this, he looked at him, looked at him again, and suddenly smiled: "You eat noodles first, but it won't taste good if it's paste!" ”

Zhou Zhenwei's eyes darkened, he stopped speaking, lowered his head and instigated the noodles, and the batter was not ordinarily unpalatable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Qiao'er comes back, you must tell her that the noodles she cooked are spicy and fragrant, and they are the most unparalleled in the world.

I can't think about it, and when I think about it, my heart is like a cat scratching.

Hiding his thoughts deeply, he and Zhao Guanghui and Hu Jiyuan are military generals, but they are not taboo, three times five divided by two, and they have eaten the paste noodles together with the noodle soup.

Taking advantage of this gear, the hunchbacked old man has extinguished the fire, scooped up the remaining wide noodles in the noodle pot, accumulated half a thick bowl, poured some sesame oil, sprinkled green onions, and simply squatted on the edge of the road to "slip" and eat.

As if thinking of something, he got up and put the two bowls of noodles that the short man on the table had never eaten, put them in front of the side steps, squatted down again, and meowed twice in his mouth.

After a while, three or four tiger-skinned black-striped cats suddenly appeared from the shadows like ghosts, with bright blue eyes, tiptoeing together in front of the bowl.

They bend their heads and sniff around, but instead of licking their food, they turn around and swing their thick tails and walk away.

Only a relatively young flower cat, who couldn't help but be greedy, carefully stretched out his tongue and licked it, and it was just a mouthful.

"Damn!" The hunchbacked old man snorted, lifted the dead cat, and threw it into the haystack behind a row of willow trees.

Zhou Zhenwei saw it in his eyes, and Zhao Guanghui also saw it in his eyes.

"Quancheng is frightened every step of the way, and every inch is dying. On this trip, the two of you will listen to my instructions on everything, and you must not make arbitrary claims. Zhou Zhenwei lowered his voice and explained cautiously, and his face was even more cold and majestic.

Zhao Guanghui and the two jaw leaders ordered. Hu Ji smiled at the hunchbacked old man: "How much are your three bowls of noodles?" ”

"A penny!" The hunchbacked old man also finished eating noodles, rubbed his hands, and smiled at Mimi's approach.

"I'll give you two pennies!" Hu Ji was a broad-minded and empathetic young man, and he smiled and said, "I will give you the money for the short man and the woman." ”

"No wonder they won't pay, because they know someone is going to pay for them!" The hunchbacked old man unceremoniously took the two pennies, and suddenly said: "I can't see a good person, dedicate your words, see these two again in the future, and retreat to save your life." ”

Zhou Zhenwei was silent.

People in the dark peek into the light, and people in the light serve in the dark, all for the future life and death contest to find out.

He looked at the hunchbacked old man and said in a deep voice: "This court is Zhou Zhenwei, the governor of Shandong, and he has only been to Quancheng not long ago. Madame is pregnant with twins, delicate and frail, I am afraid that the deep mountain fog is wet and cold, and please lead the way, let me take Mrs. back. ”

The hunchbacked old man said lightly: "I swore just now, whoever can come and eat my three bowls of noodles will return him a wish, and I will take you there!" But to be clear, just lead the way, and when you get there, life and death are up to you, you can't blame me. ”

"That's nature!" Zhou Zhenwei was neither humble nor arrogant, and only thanked him.

I really didn't expect to be able to go up the mountain so smoothly.

How did he know that the people of the rivers and lakes have martial arts and are proud of the world.

When the wind and rain have passed, leave behind the mundane thoughts, and be willing to float with the waves.

No one can guess what they're going to do next, it's just your luck.

The hunchbacked old man had planned to make it difficult for him for seven days and forty-nine days.

can only say that Zhou Zhenwei is undoubtedly lucky.

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Thousand Buddha Mountain.

One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold.

Although the bright moon is bright and the stars are fighting, it still can't penetrate the dense and dense leaves, and the darkness of the large masses everywhere is diffuse and rippling, as if it is about to eat people at any time.

The secluded path is slippery, and the steps are dyed green, but listening to the mountain wind blowing in the empty forest, the river is gurgling and turbulent, startling the jackdaws and birds.

Although it was a summer night, the depths were like cold autumn, and the group each carried an orange butter lamp, and no one said anything, just hurried away.

Suddenly it was still desolate and silent, and suddenly it was chaotic, but I saw the sun and moon in the sky in the distance, accompanied by red and white.

But they had gone all night.

On the hillside, a red rhododendron quietly blooms, dipped in fresh dewdrops. Zhou Zhenwei groaned slightly, bent down and picked a bunch in his hand.

Suddenly, I heard a chicken outside the clouds, bypassing the green mountains and jade, and suddenly it was open on all sides, and it was actually a village.

About dozens of households with red walls and white tiles, but I saw that the low fields near the water were dyed green, the Zhuxi Banqiao was pounding the pestle, there were already women pounding clothes barefoot, and the smoke from the stove on the beams of the house was burning.

Zhou Zhenwei knew in his heart that this was Fan Hong's hiding place in Thousand Buddha Mountain.

Several teenagers who were bent over by the woodwood were passing by, sweating and looking at them curiously.

Zhou Zhenwei frowned, looked for the thinnest young man among them, and took the woodwood to carry his back for him. Seeing this, Zhao Guanghui and Hu Ji also helped the other two teenagers.

A girl in a pink dress carried a green basket full of wild berries, squinted her eyes and said lively: "Uncle Zhao, you are pretending to be hunchbacked again, but you are afraid that I will not be able to make you work?" I want you to do it, and carry the basket for me. ”

The old man laughed heartily, straightened his waist, took the green basket lovingly and helplessly, and instructed her: "Xiaojin, go and tell Uncle Fan, the governor was brought by me!" ”

"Lord Governor?" Xiao Jin's eyes flashed, and the three of them curiously turned their heads up and down, biting their lips and pointing at Zhou Zhenwei and said, "It must be him!" ”

Seeing that Lao Er's jaw was acquiescing, she twisted her hair again and looked at it, and suddenly laughed and said, "Lord Governor, it is inconvenient for you to carry woodwood, I will take the azalea for you." ”

The little hands that were slightly calloused and often worked were extremely agile, like a shadow mist, and in the blink of an eye, they were close to the bouquet.

But it's good kung fu!

Zhou Zhenwei's heart sank, his toes touched the ground, he used his strength to go sideways, avoided it lightly, and looked at her quietly: "No, I'll just take it!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly shook his tiger body, his dark eyes fluttered, and he stared at the front tightly, as if he had been taken away, and he was stunned.

On the edge of the ridge of the field, the green onion cage, the layers of twilight have not dispersed, and the frogs are still croaking.

There is a plump little woman, wearing a white spring shirt and a pea green sprinkled pleated skirt, fresh and beautiful like soft willow spring flowers.

She was holding her waist with one hand and caressing her delicate belly with the other, staring at the farmers planting green seedlings in the paddy fields with great interest.

A dog lay at her feet panting, and a hen led a string of little yellow cubs, cooing in the field for grass seed green worms.

"Qiao'er!" Zhou Zhenwei roared hoarsely, and his excited voice trembled.

But the little woman only frowned and looked around, her face gradually darkened with loneliness, and she pursed her lips and looked at the peasant again.

"Sister-in-law! Hu Ji, you see that's a sister-in-law! Zhao Guanghui was speechless, and his eyes suddenly became inexplicably hot.

How sad and painful the master has been in the past few days, how ashamed and remorseful he is.

I went with my sister-in-law that day. Instead of leaving her, he returned to the government office.

Every time he thought of this, he would rather die 10,000 times.

Where can Zhou Zhenwei endure it! I couldn't hold it anymore, so I neatly returned the firewood to the young man, and rushed towards Yuqiao in three steps and two steps.