The villagers escaped from the control of Deng Weili and Zhou Dahai and his gang, which proved their determination to resist with practical actions, and at the same time proved that the rebels were unpopular with the people, which made the governor extremely moved.

A month or two after Xie Yingjun went out, his clerk had been promoted to general officer, so he was short of manpower.

The state official saw that Li Fengmei was smart, but she was relatively weak and not suitable for going to the front line, so he had an idea and said, "Yingjun lacks a secretary there. The current situation is special, let's be humane, Li Fengmei, you can make an exception as Yingjun's orderly! ”

Li Darttou was a good kung fu and was assigned to Wei Shihao's team and served as a soldier in the Xiangyong Regiment; Ma Shihao, Ma Da Mao, and Uncle Li were arranged to work as handymen in the barracks, the work was relatively easy, and they also received a salary, which was much better than farming.

The very humane arrangement of the governor made the two families grateful.

In fact, Wei Daotou came to Qingyuan Mansion to serve as a soldier, and Mo Tusi was happier than anyone else. In this way, it will be much more convenient for them to discuss the marriage of the baby.

On the third day, Mo Tusi went to the military camp to find Wei Daotou and Ma Shihao to discuss the matter of Wei Shihao and Mo Qinglian.

The two old men liked Mo Qinglian and nodded happily.

Mo Tusi also promised that as long as Mo Qinglian married Wei Shihao, he would devote all his resources to help Wei Shihao recapture Xincheng in one fell swoop

The Position of Toast.

When the news reached Wei Shihao's ears, he felt in a dilemma.

He has always missed Mo Man in his heart, but avenging his father has always been a difficult hurdle in his heart to cross. Or refusal?

To be honest, he felt that Mo Qinglian was also very good, and if he refused directly, it would definitely hurt her heart, and he couldn't bear it; Don't refuse, he has someone else in his heart; Therefore, when Mo Tusi found him again, he could only look left and talk about him, perfunctory.

In the blink of an eye, the annual March 3rd is approaching.

If the governor wants to arrest Lu Dahai, March 3 is a good opportunity to reconnoiter the enemy's situation.

Early in the morning, Wei Shihao went to Qingyuan Mansion to recommend himself, and single-handedly broke into Jingliu March 3 Gewei in order to test the other party's defense situation.

On the other hand, he had made an appointment with Mo Man to meet at the Third Song Wei in March this year, and he would fulfill his promise to die without hesitation.

He didn't dare to guarantee that she would catch Jingliu's song, but he wanted to give it a try and try his luck. After all, March 3 Gewei is a grand gathering for young people of the Zhuang nationality, a grand event for romance and love, and he thinks she will come.

Who knows, Wei Shihao just walked out of the dormitory, Mo Qinglian, Xie Yingjun, Wei Ermei, Li Maozai, Liu Chongshan, Li Xiumei and several others were waiting in front of his dormitory.

"What are you doing here? It's almost time to get out of the exercise, and you still haven't prepared yet? Wei Shihao asked puzzled.

Tomorrow is March 3rd, and today is a holiday, and you still have to?

"Hmph, don't you think we don't know what's going on in your mind? If you want to go together, don't think of a person who has exclusive fun. Mo Qinglian said with a temperament.

What are these words? Yishan County is the hometown of Liu Sanjie, and the scale and liveliness of the song hall here are no worse than those of Jingliu, so why should they bother?

In fact, except for Liu Chongshan, they all have a complex for Jingliu Gewei, that is, they all have a kind of reluctance to love there, not to mention that they also had an agreement in Jingliu Workshop last year - to form a team to participate in Jingliu March 3 Gewei.

Liu Chongshan is purely an obsessive attitude towards mountain songs in various places, not to mention that his most respected Dusi Wei Shihao wants to go deep into the tiger's den, how can he not be there to protect him? Therefore, this trip can be done without anyone, and he has to go.

"Brother, don't pretend, right? We all know that you want to return the salute stream for March 3. No, everyone wants to go back to participate, so let's go and apply to the state official together! The sharp-toothed Second Sister Wei said bluntly.

Wei Shihao, who was exposed to his intentions, had nothing to say, so he had to apply to the state official with everyone.

Every year, the third day of March in Jingliu is the largest and most lively song wei in the whole Xincheng County, so on this day, the villagers in a radius of 100 miles flock there to participate in the song wei, which is a rare opportunity for reconnaissance of the enemy.

After thinking for a moment, the governor agreed to their application, but there was one thing, safety first.

The next day, after Wei Shihao and others dressed up in overseas Chinese costumes, they got into a big carriage before dawn and went straight to the March 3rd Song Wei in Jingliu.

Catboy Lee was a good driver of the carriage, so they didn't need to hire another coachman at all.

Along the way, Mo Qinglian was extremely excited, Jingliu was a special land for her. There, she met her brother, who made her forgetful; There she experienced the first kiss that made the girl's blood boil......

Thinking of those blushing images, she couldn't help but reach into the purse around her waist and stroke the hydrangea that had been embroidered after countless nights. She must be on the song of Jingliu and throw it to him.

The purse of the Zhuang family sister, that is a first-class folk handicraft, a small hanging bag made of Zhuang brocade, colorful, extremely delicate, cute, is the Zhuang family sister to visit relatives and friends, talk about love and love necessary decorative objects.

"Sister Qinglian, what's in your purse? Shouldn't you take the hydrangea to the song and throw it to your brother? The sharp-eyed Second Sister Wei saw it in her eyes and quipped.

"How? Dislike! Mo Qinglian's face flushed, and the hand in the purse popped out as if it was being burned, but she quickly covered the purse pocket with a weak heart, really afraid that this knowingly girl would come to snatch her things, making her embarrassed in front of her.

"No, I guessed it, right? Let me see how the embroidery goes? Which brother is so blessed? Second Sister Wei smiled happily, deliberately looking for Mo Qinglian to be happy, so she reached out to grab it.

In fact, which other brother is so blessed? Or is it not her own brother - Wei Shihao? Wei Ermei asked knowingly.

"Don't rob, don't rob ......" Mo Qinglian glanced at Wei Shihao, who was sitting like a Buddha, a pair of slender jade hands pressed against the mouth of his purse, blushing to the root of his ears and said, "I'll just give it to you." ”

Watching the two girls play, Xie Yingjun also smiled happily. Anyway, who the hydrangea in the purse is going to give to, he no longer cares, he just thinks in his heart, Li Fengmei stuffed him with two red eggs when he went out, and he doesn't know when he can eat it secretly?

On the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, five-color glutinous rice, red eggs, and singing mountain songs are indispensable for the Zhuang family.

Thinking that Li Fengmei was extraordinarily careful, Xie Yingjun's heart warmed.

Mo Qinglian grabbed the purse pocket with one hand, reached into the purse with the other hand and grabbed a handful, then grabbed five red eggs and lit them in front of Wei Ermei.

"This is it! Come, one per person. ”

In fact, Mo Qinglian really had a hydrangea in her purse, but after being debunked by Wei Ermei, she felt embarrassed, so she could only take out a red egg to respond.

"That's pretty much it!" Wei Ermei took the egg with a smile.

Mo Qinglian touched Wei Ermei's arm with the back of her hand, blinked, and asked her to hand one to Wei Shihao.

"You're not going to give it to him yourself, are you?" Wei Ermei didn't make a mistake and deliberately left her the opportunity.

Mo Qinglian glared at her, then handed it to Wei Shihao and said, "No...... I cooked it myself, let's eat one! ”

"Thank you!" Wei Shihao was thinking about how to deal with all kinds of potential dangers after arriving at Jingliu, so he didn't even look at it, took the egg and put it in his mouth to bite.

"Oops! Why do you eat eggs like this? Mo Qinglian understood this distraction behavior as "love", so she immediately stuffed the other three eggs in her hand into Xie Yingjun's hand, and quickly snatched the eggs from Wei Shihao's mouth and helped him reel the shell.

The eggshell is not opened, just bite directly, how much is this cherished person who gives eggs?

The sweetness in Mo Qinglian's heart, don't want it.

Wei Shihao spread his hands out, looking embarrassed. At this point, the more he tried to explain, the more unclear he became, so he had to remain silent.

Xie Yingjun kindly handed the red eggs to Liu Chongshan and Li Maozai respectively, and said, "I have ...... here Fengmei only cooked two for me this morning, and I was worried about how to divide it...... These three eggs, two for the cat, the cat drove the carriage hard, and the other one for Liu Chongshan! ”

"Oh...... It turns out that you have warm brand red eggs? Look at your beautiful ......" Wei Shihao immediately changed the topic in order to avoid embarrassment.

"I ......" Xie Yingjun blushed, glanced at Wei Ermei, and said, "I said no, she forced it into my pocket." ”

His face was full of embarrassment, but his heart was full of happiness.

"Oh...... Hmmm......"

Wei Shihao still had to say something, Mo Qinglian had already finished the eggshell and stuffed the egg into his mouth in time, causing everyone to laugh.

The carriage arrived at the Limiao village in Xincheng County, which was about 20 miles away from Jingliu.

At this time, there were more pedestrians on the official road, and men and women, young and old, walked quickly ahead, and they were anxious to arrive at Jingliu before noon, because the song of Jingliu officially began at noon.

On the road, a lady was carrying a burden and was running forward like a fly, and when she saw a carriage coming, she beckoned from a distance and wanted to take a ride.

"Brother, there is an aunt in front of me who is stopping the car, do you stop or don't stop?" Li Maozai asked.

Wei Shihao lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked ahead, and saw that the uncle's burden was covered with clean gauze on both sides, which should be food, which was likely to be sold by Jingliuwei, so he stopped the carriage and let her get on the carriage.

"Oh, when I went out today, I heard a magpie calling, and I really met a nobleman!"

After Li Maozi helped the uncle carry things onto the carriage, she sat on the wheel of the carriage and was full of grateful.

Wei Shihao asked her to sit in the carriage, she felt that she was a farmer, and it would be good to take a ride, so she didn't want to squeeze into the carriage anymore.

"Thank you for this son's great love! I'm just sitting here, and I can't trouble you anymore. I got up late today to steam the five-color rice, and if I hadn't met you good people who couldn't make it to Jingliu Gewei before noon, then I would have to lose my money. Hehe, thank you, thank you! Come, come, come, everyone eat sticky rice. ”

The aunt poked her head in, lifted the white gauze on the burden, and the attractive five-color glutinous rice appeared in front of everyone's eyes, making people want to grab a handful of delicious meals.

Five-color glutinous rice is a traditional snack in the Zhuang region. It is named because the glutinous rice has five colors: black, red, yellow, white, and purple, and is also known as "black rice". The Zhuang family is very fond of five-color glutinous rice, and regards it as a symbol of good luck and good harvest. Every Qingming Festival, the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, the eighth day of April, the Ox King Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival and other traditional folk festivals, every household of the Zhuang nationality has to make five-color glutinous rice for consumption in the song of the Wei, or for the purpose of worshiping ancestors and gods.

Bo Niang is a shrewd peddler, so she makes five-color glutinous rice and sells it at Jingliu Gewei.

"Uncle, we've all eaten, let's leave it to sell on the song!" Wei Shihao laughed.

"Anyway, I have to pay the fare for your car, you can eat as much as you want, don't be embarrassed, just let me pay you the fare!" The aunt only said three sentences, revealing her shrewd nature of petty depreciation.

"We really weren't hungry and didn't eat, thank you. You don't have to worry about this fare, it's free for you. Mo Qinglian said.

"Oh, that's a good feeling! This girl is good-looking and kind-hearted, who will she marry in the future! Then his family's ancestral grave is smoking! "The aunt got into the car without bargaining, and she was worried about what if she was slaughtered? It turned out that it was still a free ride, which made her very happy.

This little deprecation was so sweet that Mo Qinglian was a little embarrassed with joy.

Bo Niang often travels between Jingliu Polder and Beat Cave Field, and is very familiar with the situation in Jingliu area, so Wei Shihao and others got a lot of useful information from her mouth in small talk.