All the way north, there is an old horse who knows the way of the Le family to lead the way, Xiaoxing overnight under the road is really fast, within two days of kung fu four people have been out of the territory of Songzhou, after seeing the Huaishui in front of a river, Fan Ming couldn't help but follow Xiao Qi with two shouts, his grandmother's, this torturous dry road is finally over.

If you want to move the boat near the mouth of the river, the bow of the boat is sacrificed to the gods and poured wine.

Fan Ming's master and servant plus a long-term entourage of the Le family hired a clipper, saying that the identity of this Le Qingying made Fan Ming a little suspicious, from Mo Dengxian's words, it can be known that this woman's husband's family is in Suzhou, and it can be heard that it is not an ordinary family, but the specific is not explained, and he is not good at asking in detail, maybe he can get something out of this long suite.

After getting on the boat, Fan Ming immediately sat down, resting his legs and feet while watching with interest as the boatman did the thing of sacrificing to the gods before the boat, but the long Sui Leping didn't care about physical fatigue, and took Xiao Qi to the shore without knowing what Zhang Luo went.

Burning incense, pouring wine, killing chickens, and waiting for the boatman to worship the gods After the work of the boatman was done, Changsui also returned, but with him came two beautiful boatgirls.

"Young master, this boat is not a short journey, find two little ladies to help cook, take singing and singing songs to relieve fatigue, this time you can also taste the different customs of the Huaishui River."

This Changsui's age looks almost thirty or forty, but this character is not so tight in Fan Ming's opinion, but he is not his own subordinate after all, but it is not easy to talk about him, but Xiao Qi is frightened, he knows that the character of his son-in-law is not what kind of person who messes around, and looked at Fan Ming carefully and explained tremblingly: "Shao...... Young master, he insisted on pulling it back. ”

"It's okay!" Fan Ming smiled and waved his hand, "It's normal to have some fun when you're out of the house, just don't go too out of line." "Bustards love money, sisters love pretty, compared to this era, Fan Ming has experienced a lot in later generations, and has seen more, ask this, the two boat girls even threw their eyebrows, and they all hoped that the little husband in front of him would take a fancy to him.

"Hehe, Childe has seen the world after all." This Leping laughed, and casually hugged a little lady and laughed.

Fan Ming shook his head, turned around and got into the cabin, the cabin of the fast boat was separated by two narrow small single rooms with reed mats, although there was no way to stand, but it was okay to lie down and sleep, maybe it was really lacking to rush in the past few days, Fan Ming covered the inner cabin door and turned around and lay down to sleep, and Xiao Qi knocked on the cabin door twice in the middle. He didn't pay any attention to it.

Fan Ming was woken up by a buzzing sound next door, mixed with the sound of a woman's moaning, to say that the woman's snoring voice is really distinctive, just like the river of the boat, it is long, and it seems to have the charm of Jiangnan tunes.

Fan Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head, this woman is really better than a man when she sleeps and snores, she must have been tired for the past few days.

Walking out of the cabin, the wet river breeze blew in front of me. Sweep away Fan Ming's residual sleepiness, the season is July, the willow waves on the river bank on both sides of the Huaishui are green, exuding a vigorous and high-spirited vitality, this scenery coupled with the dusty blue and blue in front of the clipper, it makes people broad-minded and refreshing.

"What a blessing for officials!" , It was the boatman in his early fifties, who was covered with rust on his face, He Fanming withdrew his gaze from Jiang Tianyi, and after being stunned for a moment, he realized that this boatman was talking about Xiao Qi. The clipper is not big, and the reed mats used as shelters are thin and pitiful, what else is there that can't be heard?

Fan Ming didn't want to discuss the private affairs of this daughter's family with the boatman, so he changed the topic with a smile and said, "How long have you been running the boat?" ”。

"Since the age of sixteen on board. It's forty-seven, thirty-one years now! Lao He's words were full of emotion, this section of the Erjiang River was stable, and Lao He, who had put the sails, let the boat be artesian, bent down and took out a few rocks and a pot from the hatch on the uncovered ship, in addition to some other things and a big red lacquer gourd.

Once you've laid it all out... Lao He finally took out a carp weighing three or four catties that was still jumping around, cut the fish, and made a fire. Cooking fish, worthy of living on the boat for more than 30 years, Lao He started this is very skillful, and after a while, a puff of cooking smoke has risen on the river.

"Home-brewed turbid wine, guests can taste it!" , Fan Ming took the wine bowl handed by Lao He, and saw that the wine was slightly turbid, revealing the green color, and took a sip, but the wine taste was stronger than that in the wine store, and the most rare thing was that the sweet and sour taste was the most suitable for drinking in midsummer, "Good fruit wine!" ”。

"Guests who come and go will say the same thing as long as they have drunk the ground!" , Lao He, who was holding the wine bowl, stroked a handful of wine and laughed in his beard.

Drinking all the wine syrup in the bowl in one go, Fan Ming didn't wait for Lao He to let him go any longer, and poured another bowl of the big-bellied red lacquer gourd.

You have a bowl, I have a bowl, and after a while, I went down to half a gourd fruit wine, and watched the sunset in front of the river and the sky reflect a residual red at the junction of the river and the sky, and the pot was already gurgling, and I saw that the river water and fat fish were about to be cooked.

Although this Lao He's is far less concentrated than the liquor distilled by himself, he can't stand drinking too much, plus the rice wine has enough stamina, coupled with the blowing of the river breeze, this wine will rise faster, sitting on the boat, holding a wine bowl in his hand, looking at the river rolling east in front of him, and the white-haired boatman stroking his beard and smiling beside him, this situation only makes Fan Ming's chest linger in the well-known Chinese song in the Liangshan Mountain:

The wine in the bowl was exhausted, and Fan Ming, who felt that his chest and abdomen were full of anger, did not pour any more wine, got up to the bow of the boat, and sang this song according to the tune in his memory mixed with Peking Opera singing:

The great river flows eastward

The stars in the sky are in the Big Dipper

Ahem, cough, Beidou, wow

A bowl of wine at the intersection of life and death

(A bowl of wine regardless of whether it is expensive or cheap)

Let's go

You've got me, you've got it all, wow

Ahem, all of them wow

There is no turning back in the water and fire

(Look at the sky all the way and don't bow your head)

When the road was uneven, he roared

Shoot when it's time to shoot

Wow, in Kyushu

Shoot when it's time to shoot

Wow, in Kyushu

Hi yes yier ah ah ah hi ah ah hi yier

Hi yes yier ah ah ah hi ah ah hi yier

Fan Ming sang loudly under the urging of alcohol, a plain lyric sang to him with momentum, although it was in tune with the tone of later generations, but the sentiment was completely wrong, until later, especially when the last sentence of the repetition of the serial series, he was forced to be full of anger because of the alcohol in his chest.

You Ran remembered where she was.

All kinds of things in the later life, the neglect suffered when he was a teenager, and the goldfish land said goodbye without saying goodbye. The absurdity of crossing, the hardships of crossing the family at the beginning, etc., real or absurd, life is only a hundred years, and one day this hundred years of life will disappear without a trace with the rolling river.