Chapter Thirty-Nine: Ah Ming's Witch Mother

Without saying a word, the man patted the wine jar, opened the lid, poured down two large bowls, and couldn't help but stuff a bowl to Xu Qing and said: "Come, my Luofu Mountain is hospitable, and if you do this bowl, you are a brother." ”

Xu Qing didn't know how to drink, but after getting drunk a few times, his ability to drink still increased. When he smelled the bowl of wine, Xu Qing knew that it was just light rice wine, which was 108,000 miles worse than the distilled liquor that Xu Qing drank at home. Just looking at Luo Fushan's tone, this should be a very high degree in his hand, and with confidence, Xu Qing said: "Okay, a glass of wine is a brother!" ”

Raise your head, open your mouth, drink all the bowls, your eyes don't blink, you clasp the bowl upside down, and you don't miss a drop.

Luo Fushan was holding the bowl in his hand, still stunned, Xu Qing smiled and said, "What's the matter, drink quickly?" ”

"Oh, this brother drinks a lot...... "Luofu Mountain is also a bowl of belly, but it was broken a few times halfway.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qing drank vigorously, and the bowl was full again. The wine in his own house is too strong, and the wine outside is too astringent, this jar of rice wine is just right, the degree is not high or low, and there is a hint of sweet fragrance, which is in line with Xu Qing's taste.

"Brother Fushan, this wine is good, you and I will drink another bowl!" Xu Qing poured the bowl that Luo Fushan had just put down to the brim, and raised his bowl in salute.

"Uh, okay, drink another bowl of ......" Luo Fushan raised a glass with Xu Qing, but he didn't drink it all, he just licked it slowly with his tongue, while observing Xu Qing with his eyes, he said in his heart, what's wrong with this Han man, three bowls of wine that doesn't go out, why did he drink so refreshingly.

"Hahaha, good wine, huh? Brother Fushan, why don't you eat, eat quickly! ”

"Oh, eat, eat......" Luo Fushan pinched his nose and swallowed the wine, and as soon as he put it down, he saw Xu Qing pick up the jar and pour down a bowl again.

"Brother Fushan, your Luo clan has a rule for drinking, and I drank it, do you know that my Han people also have friends who have drunk more than the rules of the third round? Here, another bowl! Xu Qing was drunk, so he recited a rule.

Luo Fushan drank two bowls of belly, his face was already red, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "This, alas, brother, I didn't have breakfast today, can we drink this wine another day?" ”

Xu Qing pretended to be slightly drunk and said, "Oh, don't you think I'm a brother?" ”

Luo Fushan was embarrassed to swallow his words, so he smiled and said, "Dang, how inappropriate,"

Xu Qing saw the opportunity and climbed the pole: "It's a brother, then drink the wine,"

Although Luo Fushan wanted to save face, he didn't agree to drink anything, so he said: "Oh, hehe, drink it another day, and it's a mistake to drink it again." ”

"Drink, you look down on me?"

"Where?"

"Then you won't give me face!"

"Not ......"

Just when the two were talking like drunkards, Xiuxiu heard a snort, but it was a dialect that Xu Qing couldn't understand: "(Luo) Luofu Mountain!" You're bullying guests with alcohol again, aren't you? ”

"(Snail) Xiuxiu, I ......"

"Shut up! When I turn around, I'll tell the witch mother to see her give you some worms and itch you for ten days and a half months! ”

"Xiuxiu, spare your life, but, but, it's him who bullied me, woo woo ......" Luo Fushan felt helpless, but this sentence was Chinese.

Xiuxiu glanced at Xu Qing, and saw that his face was as usual, his body was stable, and he was the same as before, and then looked at Luofu Mountain, as if he was dizzy, and was slightly surprised. But he still said: "Hmph, it's just that you're wrong anyway, don't go back yet, see how I clean you up!" ”

Luofu Mountain was like an amnesty, and fled in the wilderness. Xiuxiu said to Xu Qing: "Don't pay attention to him, he is a cautious person." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, the wine is good......" Xu Qing smiled after speaking.

"Of course it's good, this is my snail clan's secret recipe." Xiuxiu beat her shoulders tiredly, and then said, "The room has been arranged for you, it's just food, listen to them, you don't eat outside?" ”

"yes, I can't get used to it......"

"It's really tricky," Xiuxiu turned around and dropped a sentence: "I'm going to be busy, don't walk around, especially don't go in front!" ”

Xu Qingkou said yes, and as soon as the show girl disappeared, her footsteps began to wander around. Xu Qing didn't have any furnishings in this room, and it was just a passing hall, which was used for picking up guests.

There are three doors in this room, one leads to the upper floor, one goes to the back house, this is where Xiuxiu turned to leave, and one goes to the middle courtyard.

The yard was only muddy, without flowers and plants, and there were two ridges of small vegetables, and on the other side of the vegetable field were chickens, which were black mountain wolf chickens, and the eggs laid were green shells. There was a cloth to cover the top to keep out the snow, and it was very simple.

Between the vegetable patch and the chicken pen is a five-foot path, paved with wooden planks. At the end of the path, there was another door, which looked very thick in the past, and although it was only two narrow pages, it was like a guard.

This is an old village chief's home-style place, Xu Qing feels like this after reading it, the front may be the village meeting hall, and the back is the private room of the Luo "witch mother".

"Xu Lang, will you go back to the house?" I don't know when he appeared behind him, hugged Xu Qing and said softly: "Just now Xiuxiu sent someone to send firewood, there is a stove on it, go to bake the fire?" ”

"Okay," Xu Qing took Xun Xue'er's hand and walked back, but she was stopped by her again, and she said:

"Xu Lang, do you like Xiuxiu?"

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, and scratched Xun Xue'erqiong's nose: "They asked you to ask, right?" ”

Xun Xue'er blushed and buried her head in Xu Qing's chest. No matter how Xu Qing advocates coming first and coming later, they are all the same great ideas, but the girls still silently take Xun Xue'er as the leader in their hearts, thinking that she is the main wife. If Xu Qing wants to take a concubine, as long as the wife agrees, the remaining two daughters have no right to speak.

Seeing Xun Xue'er acquiescing, Xu Qing hugged her and said gently: "Don't worry, your husband is not a person who accepts one, anyway, he will leave in a few days, how can he be merciful?" ”

Xun Xue'er raised her head and said: "Xue'er doesn't care how many women Xu Lang accepts, as long as Xu Lang loves Xue'er, there is a place for Xue'er in his heart, which is Xue'er's greatest luck in this life." ”

Xu Qing was greatly moved, Xun Xue'er continued to hug him and said like a mosquito: "It's just Xu Lang, if Miss Xiu falls in love with you, wouldn't it be sad for a lifetime?" ”

"Ah...... How could it be, how could you like me so quickly? Xu Qing didn't dare to make eye contact with Xun Xue'er and moved to the side.

Xun Xue'er smiled and said, "Xue'er just saw you for the first time and liked it." ”

"You?" Xu Qing couldn't help but think of meeting Xun Xue'er and saving her in the snow, when she woke up for the first time and scolded Xu Qing for being a hooligan.

"Yes, Xue'er heard that the first person the child saw would think it was his mother, Xue'er thought she was dead, and when she came back from the dead to see Xu Lang, she couldn't forget Xu Lang."

"Haha......" Xu Qing smiled, touched Xun Xue'er's head, and hugged it distressedly.

Snowflakes fluttered outside the window, and the two hugged each other under the window.

After a while, Xu Qingzheng was about to go upstairs to roast the fire, but saw a few people coming from the middle courtyard. The first one is an old woman, and there are a few-like characters serving on both sides, presumably a witch mother, right?

"The snow is falling heavily, and the food in the mountains is sealed, so inform the tribesmen to prevent wild boars and not hurt people again." The old woman commanded in a whisper.

A immediately turned around and left.

The old woman discussed a few more words with the other, using slang that Xu Qing didn't understand. In a few words, the old woman had already arrived at the door of Xu Qing's house.

Xu Qing didn't dare to hide, and took Xun Xue'er forward and saluted: "Xu Qing, a merchant in the next passing?" ”

The old woman looked at Xu Qing and said categorically: "You lie, you are not a merchant!" ”

"Uh, this," Xu Qingxin said, stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, his eyes are so poisonous that he can't say it, so he has to say: "My parents are merchants, but I am just a scholar." ”

"Okay, okay, what are you doing here? I, the Luo tribe, have never had much contact with the Han people. The old woman shook her head impatiently, and walked into the inner hall, and several women next to her were half-blocked between Xu Qing and the old woman.

"There was heavy snow on the road, and I was fortunate to meet Miss Xiu......" Before Xu Qing finished speaking, the old woman waved her hand again, looking like I already knew, pointing to Xun Xue'er and asking, "Who is this?" ”

"This is Uchiko......"

"Oh......" The old woman finally showed a hospitable smile and introduced herself: "The old woman is the witch mother of Luotou Village, Aunt Luo." ”

Xu Qingxin said sure enough, and bowed and said: "I have seen the witch mother......"

The witch mother said with a handful of hands: "Ahem, cough, okay, the person who comes is a guest, so let's stay with peace of mind, right?" ”

"Thank you, thank you...... Xu Qing asked again: "Witch Mother, dare to ask, how can you see that I am not a merchant?" ”

Ah Ming's witch mother sneered: "How can you see that the old body and old eyes are dizzy, it's just a trick on you." After speaking, he helped the women on both sides, leaving Xu Qing behind with a confused face.

A scam? Xu Qing pouted, it seems that the Han people are not very popular in this Luo clan, and everyone wants to bully them. Breathe a sigh of relief, huh? Why did I breathe a sigh of relief, Xu Qingxin said, and at this time, he realized the oppression in his heart just now.

It is said that Xu Qing is a person who has been a assassin and has seen the emperor, so he should be said to be comfortable in front of this little village chief, but why is he so nervous?

"Cher, let's go over the fire."

"Hmmm......"

Talking around the fireplace at night, grilling slices of meat on the fire, a warm moment for the family.

But Xu Qing didn't know that the snow outside the house had shrouded the heavens and the earth, and the houses of ordinary people of the Luo clan were creaking.

In the middle of the night, several houses collapsed, but fortunately, people were not overwhelmed.

Complete one's misery.

It is said that after Luo Fushan went home in a daze, he completely forgot his profession - today he guards the gate of the village. A group of jackals burrowed into the village and took advantage of the silence of the snow to gnaw on the village's poultry.

The Luo clan was not wealthy, and early the next morning, they heard the voices of scolding their mothers and cursing their fathers.

There is a debtor and a debtor, and the jackal has already eaten and drunk enough and left, and the person who is responsible for it naturally found Luofu Mountain. Luofu Mountain panicked, in order to protect himself, he was in a hurry, and added fuel and vinegar to Xu Qing's arrival, and talked about the short wine competition.

In the end, Xu Qing, a Han man, had bad intentions, entered my Luotou Village for no reason, and drunk the gatekeeper, making the village gate wide open. In short, coupled with all kinds of fantasies and speculations, Xu Qing became a heinous Gu man who lured jackals into the house and blew down the house.

Some ignorant people believed it to be true, carrying iron hoes and shovels, and they all gathered at the door, asking the witch mother to execute the real culprit.