In the early morning of the next day, Fu left the county seat.

Song Jiang had a gloomy face and listened to Lu Fang's account of what happened last night. After Lu Fang finished speaking, Song Jiang slapped the table and shouted: "What a flying feather blade Geng Jingyu!" ”

Seeing Song Jiang's angry look, Lu Fang asked softly, "Brother Gongming, what should we do next?" ”

Song Jiang scratched his beard and sighed: "Sell that flying feather blade to save face, and don't pursue that young man for the time being." We will first return to Shuibo Liangshan, join up with Chao Gai's brother, and send Mu Hong, Li Jun and other brothers to the mountain to recuperate. After the mountain grows stronger in the future, I will go to the young man to avenge Wang Ying and other brothers. ”

Lu Fang nodded: "Then I'll go and inform you brothers." ”

Song Jiang waved his hand and motioned for him to leave. After Lu Fang left, Song Jiang's face instantly became clear, not like Fang had gritted his teeth.

There are two most important reasons why he Song Jiang can get to the point where he is today and is loved by all his brothers:

One is fame. When he was a priest in Yuncheng, he squandered money with righteousness and kindness, and only sent carbon in the snow, never icing on the cake. Therefore, the people of the rivers and lakes call him Shandong Hubaoyi, timely rain Song River, and his good name is resounding all over the world.

The second is to be human. As a leader, not only to meet everyone's interests or expectations, but also to learn to control your emotions, not to let emotions control yourself, but to infect others with emotions. He is also good at using emotions to lead others, and he is what his brothers think he should be. When his actions and emotions meet the expectations of his brothers, then he naturally becomes a leader.

Just as when Fang Cai Lu Fang reported the situation, he thought in his heart how angry Brother Gongming should be after hearing the news, and Song Jiang showed anger. The real anger is not angry, only he knows that this is his business experience, and it is also the foundation of his life.

In Xikou Village, Xu Ziling, who was staying at Dongzi's house, got up and the first thing he did was to inspect the money bag under the pillow.

He couldn't forget Dongzi's expression when the money fell to the ground last night, it was like a deep resentful woman, and it was like the expression of a hungry person seeing a delicious food. Even if Dongzi doesn't know martial arts, it's almost impossible to steal his money, but this is Dongzi's home after all, in case he has any special doorway.

Xu Ziling counted the money in the money bag again with interest. There are nine thousand five hundred and twenty-seven two hundred and thirty texts in total, well...... How is there an extra article? No matter what, no less, more is better.

Carrying the money bag and putting on the clothes that Dongzi and his mother had sewn for him, Xu Ziling pushed the door and walked out. As soon as he left the door, he saw a graceful woman in front of the neighboring house, stretching her waist with her hands outstretched, and the outline of her chest was extremely clear, which made Xu Ziling stunned.

When the woman heard the sound of the door opening, she turned her head to look at Xu Ziling, and when she saw his stupid eyes, she realized her movements, and instantly turned from her jade neck to her cheeks, and turned around and rushed back to the house.

Xu Ziling looked at the woman's disappearing figure, was stunned, and said in a daze: "Mingxia she, she, she's so big." ”

It didn't take long for the village to come alive and the hardworking villagers got up. After eating some food, I started my day's work. It is the harvest season, and many families are still in the fields and have not yet harvested their rice.

Xu Ziling saw Dongzi's figure among the people who came and went again, so he walked over.

Dongzi is using the grass roots and shoots that he has just gone out to collect and feeding them to the crickets in the jar. Xu Ziling watched him feed and felt that it was really interesting. He knows the customs of fighting and weaving, but he has never understood it deeply.

"Are you a cricket?" Seeing that the cricket seemed to have a lot of food, Xu Ziling asked.

Dongzi took the trouble to feed the yellow crickets in the jar, listened to Xu Ziling's inquiry, and replied without looking back: "My Sanduanjin is the most powerful." ”

Seeing his proud appearance, Xu Ziling threatened: "For crickets like this, I can slap ten to death with one slap." ”

Dongzi suddenly panicked, held the jar in his arms, and said angrily: "Why are you like this, I kindly helped you bandage your wounds and let you live in the room, even if you don't give a penny, you still come to scare me." ”

Xu Ziling sneered: "Isn't this a joke, Brother Dong, don't take it to heart." ”

Dongzi was amused by his title: "Hehe, although you are a little stingy, your character is not bad." ”

The corners of Xu Ziling's mouth twitched, and he smiled without a smile: "What Brother Dong said is true." ”

Dongzi didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and fed his beloved crickets again.

Xu Ziling looked at it for a while, gradually lost interest, and was about to walk around, but saw Ming Xia come over and glanced at her, her face suddenly turned red again.

Scratching his head, Xu Ziling asked, "Have you eaten?" ”

Ming Xia smiled, took out a steamed bun and handed it to Xu Ziling: "How can you directly ask other women if they have eaten, it's too rude." ”

Xu Ziling took the steamed bun and took a bite, looked at Ming Xia, and suddenly asked, "Ming Xia, do you like poetry and songs?" ”

Ming Xia was a little strange why he asked, but he still answered truthfully: "Naturally, I like it." Those beautiful and touching poems full of deep meaning, what woman does not yearn for them? ”

Xu Ziling lowered his head: "Am I letting you down, I'm just a martial artist, with no ink on my chest, unlike those literati, who can recite poems against each other and please people." ”

Ming Xia understood what he meant, pinched his arm a little angrily, and said angrily: "Ziling, how can you say that." From the time you led away the Liao people, I will never forget you for the rest of my life. I just appreciate those poems, and I don't like ordinary women who flock to them. ”

Xu Ziling smiled: "Then I'll rest assured, but I will also learn some poetry in the future to make you happy." ”

Ming Xia looked at his angular face and smiled, "Okay." ”

After a while. Dongzi's father came over and called Dongzi and asked him to help harvest the rice.

After Dongzi left, the women of the village also took out bamboo mats for drying grain, spread them out in the open space, and put the rice they had harvested on them to dry.

Looking at the harmonious scene in the village, Xu Ziling became comfortable, and said to Ming Xia next to him: "I promised Geng Jingyu to help him catch and weave tonight, I can't go to Xuzhou City today, it's still early, why don't you go around the village, and come back for dinner at noon." ”

Ming Xia nodded and said, "I'll call Shangyue'er." He turned around and called Gu Yue'er, who was still sleeping.

There must be some time before you wake up the sleepy maid. Xu Ziling was not idle, helping the people in the village to spread out the mats. During the period, he saw Dongzi and his mother who helped him sew clothes, and Xu Ziling walked over.

The woman was also laying the mat, but the mat in Dongzi's house was one size bigger than the other one, and the woman could only pull one corner, which was a little difficult.

But I saw Xu Ziling come over, grabbed the other side of the mat, and slowly helped her spread the mat, and after the mat was laid, the woman smiled and said, "Thank you, Xu Gongzi." ”

Xu Ziling shook his head lightly: "It's just a gesture, auntie doesn't have to be polite." I'm not a big young master, just call me Ziling. ”

The woman had a good impression of this approachable young man, remembered his injury last night, and said with concern: "How is Ziling's injury?" Dongzi is a little anticlimactic, and I'm a little uneasy. ”

Xu Ziling smiled: "It's okay aunt, the wound is not deep, and it has scabbed now." ”

Hearing this, the woman relaxed: "That's all right." ”

As if remembering something, the woman said again: "I heard Dongzi say that Ziling was injured by a robber. Those robbers are not a thing, they can't fight the officers and soldiers, they will only bully us ordinary people.

A few days ago, Dongzi and his second uncle came from Xuzhou City to visit me, but they were kidnapped by the hateful robbers on the way, and even robbed of their clothes, which is really hateful, and ah......."

As soon as the conversation box opened, the woman forgot that she still had to dry the rice, and talked to Xu Ziling endlessly. Xu Ziling smiled and listened to her eloquent speech, and occasionally echoed two sentences with the same hatred.

After a long time, the first sun had risen high, and the sunshine had become warmer. The woman patted her head and said with a smile: "On a whim, I talked a few more words with Ziling, but I forgot to take out the rice and dry it." ”

Xu Ziling smiled with him: "I'll help my aunt move the rice out." ”

The woman was not polite, and asked Xu Ziling to help carry out a few bags of rice, pour them on the laid bamboo mat, and slowly level them with a wooden shovel.

Xu Ziling watched boredly as the women in the village turned over the rice drying on the bamboo mats, and occasionally chatted with Dongzi and his mother.

After a while, Ming Xia walked over with the bouncing Gu Yue'er. Geng Jingyu's medicinal wine was really unusual, but after one night, the blisters on Gu Yue'er's feet disappeared. At this time, she was relaxed, and she walked with a breeze.

Then the three of them walked slowly upstream along the stream. Not only are the houses built along the stream, but the farmland is also cultivated along the creek to divert water for irrigation.

Walking out of the village, the three of them also broadened their horizons. The sky was blue, cloudless, and there were occasional partridges, parrots, thrushes, and other birds flying in the air, making a long chirp, and in the fields were people working in the fields, lifting the rice and beating it on the rice beds.

Walking forward for a while, he saw Dongzi and his father. Dongzi was harvesting rice with a sickle, and his father, like a man in a nearby field, was holding the rice and beating it on the bed of rice.

The three of them slowly walked to the edge of the field of Toko's house. At this time, it was not yet dawn, and the sun was not yet fierce, but Dongzi was already sweating profusely and panting.

Looking at the rows of rice, Xu Ziling suddenly pulled out the Chixiao Sword and swung it away. A row of rice broke and lay on its side in the field.

Dongzi saw Xu Ziling's actions and said happily: "Help me cut all the rice." ”

Xu Ziling nodded, and began to swing a sword after sword, and after a while, all the rice in Yitian was cut.

After cutting the rice, Xu Ziling said to himself: "I never thought that there was such a usage of the Juque Four Styles, so I can be regarded as finding another way." ”

The villagers in the surrounding fields were amazed when they saw Xu Ziling's demeanor of cutting rice.

An old man in the field next to him shouted to Xu Ziling: "The boy who plays with the sword over there also comes to help the old man cut the rice." ”

Hearing the shouting, Xu Ziling waved his hand and replied: "Old man, the kid's skills are limited, and he can't show too much in one day, so I'm really sorry." ”

The old man said again: "That's it, I won't let you work in vain, I sold some dates a few days ago, and I have some spare money, and I have one or twenty dollars to count, so how about giving it to you together?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man saw the young man dodge a few times, jumped beside him, and said with a smile: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you give money or not, the main thing is that the old man has to take care of such a large field alone, and the kid is a little unbearable." ”

The old man didn't care, he directly reached out and took out a handful of copper coins from the pocket under his crotch, and said, "After cutting the rice in the field, the money is yours." ”

……

Not long after, Xu Ziling squatted by the stream to wash the copper coins, and the old man behind him looked at the neatly cut rice in the field with a satisfied face, and gently patted him on the shoulder: "The kid has good skills, and his future is immeasurable." ”

Xu Ziling took a step to the side with a disgusted face, kept a distance from the old man, didn't reply, and continued to wash the copper coins.

At this time, Ming Xia and the maid Gu Yue'er also came over.

After a few glances at the red sword that could lead people to fly, the maid widened her apricot eyes, raised her little face, pursed her lips, and said coquettishly:

"I want to go to heaven."