4: Too white

Early the next morning, Shen Gui was still asleep when he was woken up by a rooster crying from the kitchen. The cry was hoarse and long, piercing through the doors and windows and resounding through the sky, and Shen Gui felt that the last elegy of the chicken was echoing at the foot of the empty mountain. "It's cruel." Shen Gui didn't need to look at it to know that it was the Luhua chicken that had his right leg chopped off yesterday, and Granny Lin cured it, but it was only one night before she slaughtered it again. It's miserable and fragrant.

"It's just for food. And it's kind of killing your curiosity, why blame me in turn? "Granny Lin's leisurely tone came from the kitchen, and the sound of 'crackling' with the hot oil in the iron pot was very life-like." But after all, I still can't bear it, why kill it again if it has been cured, I knew that it was better to give it a good time. Granny Lin waved a shovel and said while stir-frying: "If I don't raise this chicken and put it back in the Taibai Mountain forest, it will not be us, but wolves or wild bears who will eat it." In fact, I'm not as cruel and dark as you think, it's not that I eat it after it's cured, but I just chose it, and everything is just fate. Shen Gui pondered for a while and said, "Okay, maybe I'm thinking a little too much." So why did you choose it for today's food? "Hmm...... I went to the yard today to catch a chicken, and counted it as the slowest runner. ”

Because Shen Gui's small body can't move freely, the grandparents and grandchildren fight at home every day. Granny Lin would occasionally tell him about some things that had happened in this Huayu Continent. Most of them are heroes, scum, talents, and beauties that have appeared in the past, and there will also be some founding lords and fallen kings. Occasionally, I would pick up a handful of three strings and sing a few tunes that I don't know where, and the lyrics of the tune were similar to Shen Gui's original world. Shen Gui wrote his favorite song to Granny Lin according to his memory, and the story that only he knew was sung in the play.

This year's snow came very early, and the market in Fushan County gradually became lively. After the first snowfall, the market south of the county government is crowded with merchants coming and going. There are nearby mountain people who come to set up stalls to sell sun-dried mountain goods; There are also large medicinal material merchants from Beiyan, Nankang and other places who come to hand over; There are also the families of hunters who sell exotic beasts; The most is still three broken five, one hand to support two teeth. The officials who patrol the streets here are all temporarily recruited, and they are originally farmers who have waited for the winter and returned to their hometowns to farm after the black soil freezes. These 'officials', who only wear such a season of official clothes a year, carry a whip in their hands, and command the merchants who come and go with great force: "The people who are walking are all on the side, the handlebars have stabilized the reins for me, don't be alarmed that the animals will hurt the pedestrians, and the children over there should stay away from the donkey's buttocks, and it is not a joke to kick the lower body." While shouting, the whip crackled falsely, enjoying his short career as an official.

Today there was an old man and a young man at the end of the street, and the old lady put the child on her chest and tied it to her chest with a small quilt, so that only a small head was exposed. The child in the quilt secretly hated in his heart, feeling that this shape was like two kangaroos, one old and one young. "In the three roads of Youbei, Dongyou is a grain producer, Zhongshan Road is a businessman, and Fengjing in Guanbei is the capital and the front line. And this Fushan County is the largest market on Zhongshan Road in winter. As she spoke, Granny Lin took Xiao Shen to return to the end of the market street and turned westward, which was another world.

This market is where the official post is located on weekdays, so there are countless teahouses, taverns and inns on the roadside. Most of the traders lived on this street. Here, you can spend a dozen copper coins for a big bowl of mutton soup and a few steamed buns; You can also find a luxurious two-story restaurant, and the back kitchen is run by a chef from the Ludong area of the Yan Dynasty; If you live in a hotel, you can choose a Chase shop with five copper plates for one night, or you can choose an inn high room with three taels of silver. On weekdays, when the market is not open, there are not many people on this street. In addition to the people of the local yamen in Fushan County, it is the local gentry who are tired of eating their own cooks, and occasionally come out to make a fresh picture. Today's Sitong Street is flooded, and there are storytellers who eat open-mouthed meals; There are also rattle traveling doctors who treat diseases and have tooth extractions; There are also some color door artists of the theater stalls; There are also some fortune tellers who support the guise of King Wen Zhou Yi. "Every year in winter, these disciples of the Northern Changchun Society will gather in Fushan County to catch a market, in order to earn some silver taels to feed the family." While walking, Granny Lin seemed to be talking to herself and explaining to Shen Gui in her arms.

"Oh, second old lady, you're here." A gentleman at the corner of the street who was talking about "Spring and Autumn Five Tyrants" confessed to the audience in a circle, and the little apprentice who was refilling tea at the stall saw this and quickly took the master's lack and continued to tell the story. The storyteller ran to Granny Lin with a fan and gave a salute. "This is Young Master Sun, right? Looking at the appearance, there is a sense of cleverness, you can't be wrong, you must be a character when you grow up. "Since you say that you can't be wrong, then you can't be wrong. I'm just taking him out today to have a good time. You're a sticky stick that has just come up, and there are a few people who are sprinkled with fire, and if you go right, you will have to turn around the fire hole. (I see that you have just attracted some viewers in your bookshed, and there are a few richly dressed ones, who can make a lot of money if they get it right). The storyteller smiled slyly, and pointed to the apprentice who was telling the story and seemed a little nervous: "This little fruit has been running with me for three years, and now it will only make the fishy sell steel, and it will not be sharp at all." Well, I'll go back first, and you're rocking slowly on the beam. (This kid has been performing with me for three years, and now he can only use some small means and words, and he can't do serious things at all.) I'll go back and continue to talk about the book, you walk slowly on the street)" After speaking, he turned around and returned to the study shed, closed his eyes and listened for a while, then the little apprentice was supported by his eyes, and then he carried the kettle and rushed to the teapot in the book seat to refill the water.

"This is the people of the rivers and lakes, and the words we said just now are the secret words of the Changchun Society, also known as the Lip Dictionary. There are some people in the rivers and lakes, which is a way for them to identify their own people. Shen Gui stopped talking when he came out of the foot of Taibai Mountain, just nodded, and looked left and right with a sense of novelty. The grandparents and grandchildren were wandering on the street, and the people in the stalls around them kept greeting Granny Lin, and Granny Lin also responded kindly one by one, but as soon as the voice was high, they didn't use the Spring Festival again. After a while, a roadside vendor came and handed the old lady a piece of maltose, and without saying a word, she went back to set up her stall. The old lady handed the candy stick into Shen Gui's little hand, and then continued to walk through the market. Shen Gui stared around with wide eyes while licking the sweet and greasy maltose sticks.

When the grandfather and grandson were wandering in the bustling market of Sitong Street, a fast horse came running in the direction of the south gate. The rapid sound of horseshoes crashing against the pavement came from far and near, rushing to and whizzing away, leaving only a street of chaos and dodging pedestrians. Shen Gui heard all kinds of curses in his ears, and when he looked up, Granny Lin's face became extremely solemn. "With a yellow flag on the saddle, I'm afraid something has happened. We've got to get back quickly. ”

In the wooden house at the foot of Taibai Mountain, the cavalry who was speeding through the street just now was kneeling in front of the door: "The great shaman of the goddess, you hurry back and preside over the overall situation, there is a big chaos in Fengjing." As soon as the princess and the ancestor goddess left, King Huai immediately raised troops and called him King Qin. He secretly mastered all the golden armor forbidden troops inside and outside Fengjing, and only the three thousand palace front Taibai guards were left to defend in the inner palace, and the three roads in the north were already in danger. After finishing speaking, the dust and tears on his face turned into mud marks. Since ancient times, shamans have been responsible for communicating with all things in heaven and earth and soothing human and animal beings. The successive shamans have never been the Qin Tiansi of Beiyan, I am the great shaman of the goddess, and I am not the great worship of Guan Beidou in Yanjing. Who is the emperor, who wants to be the emperor, and what does the shaman have to do. You go back and tell King Huai, and tell the emperor. Shamans have never been, and cannot be, anyone's pawns. ”

The cavalryman who came to report the news knelt from evening to dawn, and when he saw that Granny Lin did not open the door and did not speak again, he had to kowtow and leave. The big shaman on the kang in the house had just woken up and smashed his mouth: "Do you still want to eat chicken today?" Or kill a pig to eat a braised hoof? On the other side, Shen Gui, who had been up early for a long time but was greedy for the warmth of the fire kang, was lying on the side, rummaging through a book of gods and monsters "Mountains and Seas Note" with his two small hands. No matter how small a pig is, we can't eat it all with just two of us. I can eat as much as I can eat at my current size. The leftover meat will not taste good if it is frozen outside. Granny Lin licked her lips: "Why are you freezing it, you have a very poor memory for such a young person, I will cure it!" Eat fresh every meal. Shen Gui remembered the lame chicken that died of blood and sorrow the day before yesterday, and shivered inexplicably: "You are also a shaman who knows all living things, and you are a miracle doctor, even if you eat meat, can your mind not be so distorted?" "For the sake of my own desires, the people who are in the same room are distorted, I only eat what I raise, not what I raise." After speaking, Granny Lin quickly turned over and got off the kang, and the sound of Huo Huo's knife sharpening came from the kitchen. Shen Gui looked out the window, and a little pig in the fence garden was sleeping carefree.

Fushan County Daji returned to calm on the day of the beginning of spring. The grandparents and grandchildren who live at the foot of Taibai Mountain are still dull. On the night after the cavalry left, Shen Gui asked Granny Lin: "That cavalryman, will he die?" Granny Lin looked at him with a smile and said, "I don't know, I'm just a doctor, and I don't know the witchcraft of your great shaman's mother-in-law" "But if you don't know anything at all, how can the great shaman's mother-in-law choose you to succeed you?" I remember that there was another young woman when I was born, wouldn't it be better to choose that one than to choose a doctor with a twisted mind like you? "What a psychological twist, you kid really can't speak. That woman's name is Qi Lingyan, and she is your eldest mother-in-law's apprentice. However, she was originally from Nankang, and this time she returned my favor to Youbei, so she naturally went home. Shen Gui thought for a while, and then asked, "Then don't you really go to Fengjing?" Because you don't know how to use your mother-in-law's witchcraft, are you afraid that you don't have the ability to calm the turmoil? "Actually, where did I come from the royal family in the three roads of Youbei, in ancient times, the leader was chosen by the shaman or the goddess shaman. This royal family, or the chief, will change a batch every few decades, each with its own reasons and its own reasons. But one thing hasn't changed. "Which one?" Shen Gui pondered and asked, "Those who die are people, and those who survive are also people." The affairs of people should not be handled by shamans. It is precisely because the shaman does not care that the leader can become the emperor. ”

At the beginning of spring, the brothers of the Qi family came several times. Some game and fur were delivered each time. Every time Granny Lin accepted it, she would also give them some silver. This year, the daughter-in-law of Qi Daniu's family gave birth to a pair of twins, both of whom are boys. Granny Lin rushed to deliver Da Niu's wife, and dispelled Qi Da Niu's idea of giving the two children a cheap name for stability, and she gave the two children the name Yan Hui - for Qi Yan to return. "These two kids must be very smart in the future." Granny Lin, who touched the meridians of the child's bones from top to bottom, said to Da Niu. "Let's let these kids play with each other in the future." After speaking, he looked at Shen Gui with a mocking face and said, "You are the elder brother, you will have to take care of the two younger brothers in the future, how close you are." Shen Gui looked at the wrinkled child who lived like two Shar Pei dogs, and hated in his heart: he couldn't even speak, he was a smart fart.