From the west of the river to Bayang, you can go up the river by boat, or you can walk along the foothills of the Ba Mountain. The water of the Tongjiang River is gentle and flat, and the scholars or check the people's feelings and water conservancy, or choose the waterway for boating and boiling tea; Naturally, fishermen in the west of the city also choose waterways to go to Bayang to sell. As for the dry road, few people care about it, and there is probably only a trip between the officials with knives and the big households in the west of the city once a year and a half. Bayang Road is far away, Bashan grass is deep, there are jackals, tigers and leopards infested, and there are more strongmen and bandit leaders who hide, and all the surrounding places are deeply affected.

Qin Huai's left index finger and middle finger were put together to stroke his forehead, weighing the pros and cons. His brows furrowed slightly, his two fingers twisted lightly, a hundred stones of rice are easy to eat, and it is difficult to do rice fighting.

Whether it is a jackal, a tiger or a leopard or a gangster and a strongman have taken root for a long time, every Bayang doctor swears and finally keeps silent. The tiger of the sun is one of the great scourges.

"Bayang Chronicles" records:

Ritan's family has a son, and Huanyi was licked by a tiger. Dr. Ritan recruited his neighbors and tried to suppress the big insects, but failed. More than ten years old, I saw a big insect again, a child, barefoot and naked, and even spoke beasts. The people of the time said: The tiger of the sun.

"Childe, it's time to go." Uncle Qiao bowed slightly.

"Uncle Qiao, you always say that there are no brave people in the citrus land, can this day be regarded as a tiger?"

Uncle Qiao grinned and wanted to speak, but he kept silent.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Qin Huai looked left and right, and always felt that Uncle Qiao was a little abnormal, twisting and pinching.

"Childe, is there a sword muse brave? If it weren't for Mr. Meng, I wouldn't be able to resist yesterday," Uncle Qiao dusted the moth on his shoulder and pouted, "The Tiger of the Sun is just a verbal momentum, and it is very watery." ”

"Watery?" Qin Huai raised his forehead and smiled bitterly, "Uncle Qiao, don't you often say that citrus wine is bitter, why have you even learned the local language of citrus?" ”

Uncle Qiao rarely blushed, he was already red-faced, not easy to detect, and covered it up with a smile. He felt that he had probably learned a sentence or two of the local dialect of the Mandarin in the wine shop, but this did not prevent him from using elegant dialects and official dialects to tease the drunkards who copied the vulgar local dialect.

Seeing that Qin Huai ignored him, Uncle Qiao felt that he was being looked down upon, so he patted his chest and promised: "Childe, then I will go to meet the Tiger of Ri Qin for a while." Anyway, he is going to leave the orange land, and the son is not allowed to risk his life in the future. ”

His tone was like the teachings of his elders, which made Qin Huai, who was chuckling, retract his heart, nodded slightly, and said "um".

"Yin is still in the doll's house." Uncle Qiao said again.

"It's dangerous to go here, you can pick him up again in a few days," Qin Huai looked at the misty Bashan from afar, turned around and asked, "Zhao Lizheng and the Shao Brothers are ready?" ”

"Okay, it's waiting outside." Uncle Qiao held a knife and got up to open the door.

Mr. Meng did not say goodbye, as a local upright, he knew the benefits and disadvantages of the school, he did not dare to abandon it, and he did not worry about entrusting people, so he had to go to Bayang in person to invite a gentleman back. It just so happened that the Shaw Brothers were going to Bayang to sell cloth, and the better the people from the three parties were, they went to Bayang on the dry road.

Together with the enslavement of the family, about forty people, they are not afraid of ordinary beasts and strongmen. But Zhao Botao still hung up, so he breathed a sigh of relief, burned incense and worshiped his deceased father, and then hurriedly set off at the urging of his family.

Qin Yue had to stay in Tongxi, after all, Bayang had already practiced swords and studied late. He is familiar with Citrus Jue, and he can't pull it away at night. Qin Huai's heart was soft, so he let him, and the two dolls slept next to each other.

A group of more than 40 people from three parties agreed to meet in Qingfengpu, starting with four thin horses, four family members with broad-edged knives on their waists, exploring the way in front; In the middle were seven ox carts, four carrying cloth and three grain, and a dozen or so servants followed the ox cart in silence; The ox cart was followed by five horses, Qin Huai was ahead, Uncle Qiao was half a horse behind and talked to him, Shao Zhonggui and Zhao Botao were head-to-head, one was silent and the other looked around; The last followed was a jujube red high-headed horse, handsome and extraordinary, the owner of the horse was a ranger hired by the Shaw family, the surname is unknown, Shao Zhonggui called him a peach blossom farmer, his appearance is extraordinary, but the hemp clothes are a little sloppy, and the smell of blood is heavy; On the tail is the rest of the family servants, some carry knives, some hold Ge, some hold sticks, the most peculiar is a heroic young man, carrying a bamboo pole, more than a zhang, hanging the tail of the team.

"Bypass this beam, and two miles further is the lower dam, and the eyes are sharp." The peach blossom farmer stepped forward on his horse, turned back again, and shouted loudly.

"Doctor Qin, there is a nest of bandits in this dam." Zhao Botao added.

Qin Huai nodded, and didn't ask too much, but Uncle Qiao pouted, holding the knife and pretending to sleep.

"Good knives." The peach blossom farmer sighed in praise and disappeared. Uncle Qiao squinted and continued to catch up on sleep.

The four horses who were exploring the path slowed down, and when the ox cart followed, they slowly led the way. The previous noisy convoy had a lot of rules, and they no longer dared to be lazy, and they drew knives at the slightest noise, and they did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Fortunately, there was no danger, and the bandits were probably afraid, so they only showed a few heads and did not show up. Zhao Botao had already broken out in a cold sweat, he took out a sweat handkerchief and sweated frequently.

"It will be dark in two hours, go faster, and get ready to spend the night in Zhongba," the peach blossom farmer commanded loudly, apparently familiar with it.

"Peach blossoms, even at night, find a place everywhere to live like this, why rush to Zhongba? Lao Tzu drank too much wine and was tired. Uncle Qiao couldn't get used to the style of this white-faced knight, and shouted loudly.

Qin Huai did not stop it, looking at the mountains for a while, looking at the water for a while, the joy of the mountains and rivers is exactly what the scholars like.

The peach blossom farmer didn't correct Uncle Qiao, but just said casually: "If you are tired, then rest, so that we can meet, and I will come back tomorrow morning to collect your body."

Uncle Qiao stared at a pair of bull's eyes, his nose was wide open, and he exhaled a big breath before he was about to draw a knife. Qin Huai relented at this time, held down Uncle Qiao, and apologized to the peach blossom farmer: "Sir, don't be annoyed, it's not easy to hurt someone."

The peach blossom farmer glanced at Qin Huai meaningfully and rode forward.

A little farce, just to relieve the boredom, the convoy that had been suppressed by the strongmen in Xiaba made a fuss again, but the pace did not dare to slack off, the sun was already hanging on the mountain.

Occasionally, there are mountain birds and deer, and they dare not disturb the convoy and avoid it from afar. As for the jackals, tigers and leopards, there is no shadow. The boy carrying a bamboo pole was still hanging at the end of the line, whistling carelessly.

The ignorant are fearless, and the old Dingshi, out of kindness, urged him to hurry up, but the young man still went his own way.

As the sun recedes over the hills, the afterglow dissipates inch by inch, and the convoy lights up its torches, like a fiery dragon moving slowly. Fortunately, the black and oppressive forest has finally come to an end, and it is not far from the middle dam.

When the sun completely disappears into the mountain, the day belonging to mortals is completely lonely, and Bashan is noisy, and there are birds chirping and chirping that return late, and there are lost deer chirping, and the wolf howling of the moon is also expected, and the tiger roaring is terrifying. As for those who can't be distinguished, they account for eight or nine out of ten, in addition to birds and beasts, there are probably mountain spirits and wild charms.