This is a beautiful morning, after Qingming, the weather warms up, Han Rui is wearing a single coat, leisurely strolling on the field path, looking up at the sky, the morning sun has not jumped out of the sea of clouds, the surrounding clouds are beautiful, dazzling.

Last night it seemed to be drizzling again, and the road was still wet, and the tender grass was rippling in the wind, and there were still crystal clear dewdrops, washing away the lead, showing their true colors, and the green ground was extremely lovely.

The cool morning breeze blows, with the breath of nature, along the ridge road towards the hillside, after a while, the fog curtain is finally shot through by the sun's golden arrows, the air is sprinkled with wisps of gold, mountains and trees, seedlings and rivers, everything begins to be clear, the mist that lingers on the top of the mountain begins to evaporate softly upward, like the smoke of the na.

In the field, accompanied by several frog chirping, the verdant seedlings that release their youthful vitality are also dancing in the wind, responding to this tactful singing voice, and a harmonious symphony is played.

Han Rui was content to enjoy the wonderful scenery in front of him, and he didn't let him wait long, on the field road, villagers in twos and threes, carrying farm tools and seedlings, walked leisurely, showing smiling faces from a distance, and greeted: "Sect Chief, get up so early." ”

"Wake up, come out and breathe." Han Rui replied with a smile.

After a few words of greeting, the villagers were also busy, and Han Rui turned around twice in the mountains and forests, stretched his muscles and bones, practiced swordsmanship for half an hour, sweated a little, and felt that the qi and blood meridians were unblocked, so he returned along the mountain and forest path.

On the way, I heard Ah Fu beckoning: "Lang Jun, here." ”

Han Rui stopped and walked in the direction, and over there, Ah Fu also walked quickly, followed by two or three crop men, after approaching, he seemed to be a little embarrassed, and slowed down hesitantly.

Very faced, it shouldn't be from Hanjia Village, thoughts flashed in his mind, Han Rui asked softly, "Ah Fu, who are they?" ”

"From Zhouchen Village in the north." Ah Fu emphasized in a low voice: "The surname is Chen." ”

"What's the matter?" Han Rui asked, vaguely guessing.

"I can't open the pot at home, and I want to borrow some money to save the emergency." Ah Fu explained in a whisper: "In the past, these things were handled by the obscure housekeeper, but now that he is not here, Liu Weng does not dare to decide, so he came to Lang Jun." ”

Liuweng, an old servant of the Han family, loyal and honest, was managing the Han family's money and grain accounts, Han Rui smiled when he heard this, and commanded in a low voice: "It's easy to do, go back and tell Liuweng, how it was before, how it is now." ”

"Okay." Ah Fu agreed, turned around and smiled: "A few uncles, Lang Jun agreed, just like before." ”

"Thank you, Han... Patriarch. A few crop men hurriedly stepped forward, waved their hands, showed a grateful smile, and had been nervous, afraid that if they changed their minds, they would be reluctant to borrow, or change the interest, but now they can finally rest assured.

"No, no." Han Rui hurriedly let go and said kindly: "They are all villagers in the township, if they can help, how can they stand by and watch, a few of them are elders, and if you thank you, you will lose my life." ”

"Sect Leader Han, like Sect Leader Jiulang, is a kind-hearted person."

“… The patriarch can rest assured that after the autumn, the principal and interest will definitely be returned. ”

Grateful and vowed, for a long time, a few people happily followed Ah Fu away, and when they were far away, Han Rui couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"The donor is kind to others, and the heart should rejoice, why sigh now."

A familiar voice came from his ears, Han Rui looked back in amazement, but saw Monk Huaihai standing not far away, smiling, folding his hands and saluting, but he had a bit of a monk's temperament, but standing with the handsome young man with deep clothes and wide sleeves next to him, with a graceful demeanor and a little more dusty temperament, he seemed to have no sense of existence.

"Hey, it won't be that coincidental." Han Rui was surprised: "I shouldn't have come to the door on purpose." ”

"As the donor expected, the little monk and the Wang monk have been looking for the donor for a long time." Monk Huaihai smiled excitedly: "After inquiring for two days, I learned the identity of the donor, so I came to visit." ”

"Monk, it's just to burn your two pieces of wood, why be so angry, and chase after you to crusade." Han Rui frowned and said, "Aren't you monks going to be pure in heart and have few desires, and the six roots are pure, isn't this considered a violation of hatred?" ”

"The lesson of the donor is that when the little monk does commit the precept of anger." Monk Huaihai was ashamed and said: "I came here today to apologize to the donor and ask for forgiveness. ”

"Ah, I heard you right." Han Rui blinked, a little incredulous, you must know that religious people, generally admit death, especially fanatical believers, no matter whether it is right or wrong, as long as they feel that the other party has blasphemed their own gods, it is basically the result of not standing with each other, and some are even the result of endless death.

Wang Yingluo frowned at her good-looking eyebrows, and said angrily: "The master is sincerely here to apologize, how can you do this." ”

"Then you say, what should I do?" Han Rui said with a smile, took a few steps closer, and a burst of fragrance wafted faintly, and he didn't feel strange, after all, it was the Tang Dynasty, and the children of the nobles still retained the habit of applying grease and powder during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.

Therefore, when walking on the street and seeing a beautiful man with autumn waves flowing, looking forward to life, pearlescent, wearing hairpins, and thousands of amorous styles, don't suspect that people are easy to hairpin and Mu The little lady stepped forward to talk, of course, if you have some special hobbies, then it's another matter.

Walking back half a step, Wang Yingluo said confidently: "Naturally, I forgive the master, and then set up a banquet and invite us to visit." ”

"You ......, I'll talk about it later."

Setting up a banquet for wine is clearly what the apology party should do, Han Rui was speechless, and was about to open his mouth to argue, when he suddenly found someone walking in front of him, looking very familiar, and hurriedly beckoned: "Eighteen brothers." ”

Han Zhuang turned a deaf ear and continued to walk, Han Rui was helpless, trotted forward, blocked in front of him, and smiled: "It's me, eighteen brothers." ”

Raising his head slightly, he glanced at the corner of his eye, full of indifference, and Han Zhuang did not stop, turning a corner.

didn't mind, Han Rui accompanied him, and asked softly: "Eighteen brothers, these words, it seems that I haven't seen the seventh uncle, I heard that he is sick, is he better now?" ”

Han Zhuang stopped, slowly turned his head, and scolded: "Get out, you don't need to fake your kindness." ”

Pretending not to hear, Han Rui continued: "Please take a look at it, by the way, there is also the medicine from yesterday, it is only for nourishment, the surname of the medicine will not conflict I have used it personally, the effect is good, let Uncle Qi try ......." ”

Boom, Han Zhuang waved his hand, and the farm tool swept over Han Rui's forehead and smacked on the ridge in front of him, his eyes were cold, and the threat was undoubted.

"Eh, how can you be like this, he is also kind and wants to help, but you are not close to ......." Wang Yingluo scolded angrily, her voice was still so crisp and smooth, she couldn't hear the slightest anger.

Monk Huaihai also spoke beside him: "Amitabha, this benefactor, the Buddha scripture cloud, is ...... of anger." ”

"And next time, even the medicine will be thrown together." Han Zhuang said indifferently, easily picked up the thick hoe, and walked away

The list is too far behind, and I am eager to collect and recommend.

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