Chapter 11: The Seven Uncles

When he returned to the cabin and sat down, he found that Han Hui was still uneasy, and Han Rui couldn't help but ask curiously: "Uncle Hui, what's wrong with you, as if you are preoccupied." ”

After half a sound, he slowly came back to his senses, Han Hui shook his head lightly, his expression was abrupt, and he said softly: "It's nothing, it's just that I met an acquaintance and evoked some things that I don't want to recall." ”

Han Rui nodded slightly, he didn't ask again, his eyes shifted, and he looked out of the cabin, but he saw the house built by the river, spread out in parallel with the river, and the alleys that were lined up and horizontal curved freely, deep and wonderful, like a tunnel of time, vaguely visible, pedestrians hurried by, groups of old people gathered leisurely on the steps of the house to chat, and a few children who combed and tied the horns chased and frolicked, leaving a string of laughter......

Han Rui stood at the bow of the boat, looked back at the majestic city wall, and began to think in his heart, looking for an opportunity, and then carefully experience the prosperous scene in the city, after all, he had not even seen the famous Slender West Lake, and he was embarrassed to say that he had been to Yangzhou.

Outside the city of Yangzhou, it is the moat, the two banks of the river are the green grass, the embankment is full of lush trees, the winding path, narrow and quiet, looking into the distance, is a slip of blue stretching mountains, clear river water, emerald green grass, verdant trees, together with the faint mountains, constitute a perfect landscape painting.

Without the obstruction of the zigzag roadway, the speed of the boat gradually increased, and it was downstream, but it did not take much time, it was almost in front of Hanjia Village in the suburbs of ten miles.

Looking at the whole place, the countryside is full of ridge paths, the longitudinal and horizontal, the water network is dense, the small rivers that do not know the source are clear to the bottom, the weeds on the bank are overgrown, luxuriant blooming with all kinds of unknown flowers, the bees are flying at the top of the stamens, making a happy call, colorful butterflies pass through the flowers, all of them fly low, play in pairs.

At Han Hui's signal, the boat slowly stopped at the ferry port not far from the front of the village, where the four canopy boats that were the first to return had been moored, the cables were firmly tied to the stone pillars on the shore, and the cabin was empty.

After getting off the boat and going ashore, Han Hui calmed down a little and said with a smile: "Lang Jun, I'm home." ”

"yes, it's finally back."

Walking on the high place along the ferry, Han Rui looked in the direction of the village, only to see a small river flowing from afar, surrounding the village, and turning a bend behind, branching out a tributary, the east, north and west sides of the village tightly surrounded, every household is living along the river, living by the water, or thatched huts, or green bricks and tiles, elm willows, peaches and plums, chickens and dogs barking, all full of quiet and full of rural life.

There are trees planted around the village and along the river, on the ridges and roads, as well as all kinds of wild flowers that can be called and cannot be called according to the season, and in front of and behind the houses of each house, there are green melons and fruit vines with bamboo poles and branches climbing up the scaffolding, and the whole village is covered with lush greenery, and the river is murmuring, like a peninsula surrounded by trees and water.

Walking towards the village, Han Rui has a little feeling, accompanied by mountains and rivers, living a pastoral life, is the dream of many people, after all, in later generations, with the development of rural modernization, that kind of poetic rural pastoral life has turned into nothingness, only exists in memory, pictures, video materials, it is really embarrassing and nostalgic.

“… The housekeeper, as well as the patriarch ......, are really back. The ecstatic voice interrupted Han Rui's thoughts, his eyes flickered, and there were more than a dozen people around him, men and women, old and young, all of them were smiling and full of joy.

Han Rui subconsciously scratched his head, feeling a little proud in his heart, looking at the situation, his status in the village is still quite important.

"Steward Obscure, you're back."

“…… It's good in Yangzhou. ”

"Thank you, Butler Obscurity, for the gift......."

The voices of disturbance, some greeting, some thanking, and some passing by to make soy sauce, surrounded Han Hui, but they ignored Han Rui, which made him a little embarrassed, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he hurriedly put down his arm that was stretched out in the air.

Under the warm welcome of the villagers, Han Hui temporarily put down his full thoughts, smiled and responded in a harmonious voice: "...... I'm fine, thank you for your ...... concern. ”

"Hmph, don't think about it, everyone doesn't care about you."

Suddenly, a discordant voice came from the crowd, and the lively sound stopped abruptly, as if he knew who was coming, and without even turning his head, he couldn't help but avoid a road.

On the outside of the crowd, there was a person over fifty years old standing with his head held high, with a wisp of gray color between his temples, but he did not look old at all, his big pupils were bright, his pale yellow short beard was full of cheeks, his body was burly, and he seemed to have a bit of a mighty atmosphere.

"Shichiro." Seeing this person, Han Hui greeted politely, and at the same time secretly tugged at the corner of Han Rui's clothes.

Reacting to this, Han Rui hurriedly stepped forward to salute and greeted: "Uncle Qi, it's been good lately." ”

"Hmm." Han Qiyi made a voice from his nose arrogantly, looked at the past as if he was understated, his eyes seemed to stay on Han Rui for a moment, his expression was complicated, as if disappointed, as if he was happy, without waiting for Han Rui to distinguish carefully, he immediately shifted, and said coldly: "Where is it good, the farming time has been delayed for several days, if you don't cultivate again, you may starve to death in the house this year." ”

was so resentful, Han Rui didn't know how to respond, so he had to ask Han Hui for help.

"Shichiro is taught." Han Hui arched his hand and said: "It was my mistake, and I would like to apologize to you ...... here." ”

"I don't blame the obscure butler."

"In the final analysis, it's for the ...... of the sect chief, hey, the sect chief is in good health!"

"It's really yes, there is a red light in the white face, and the complexion is ruddy, it seems that the doctor in the city is still ...... skillful."

As if he had discovered something new, everyone surrounded Han Rui and pointed and talked eloquently, which made him embarrassed, but also slandered these uncles and brothers of the same clan, and it took so long before he noticed that he might not want to play a round and change the topic, I am afraid that he would not even ask a greeting.

"Shut up." A thunderous roar came out of Han Qi's mouth, and everyone was silent for a moment, listening to him: "If there are any trivial things, the most important thing now is the spring ploughing sacrifice, which will be held tomorrow, Han Hui, you are responsible for the specific regulations, don't make mistakes, otherwise you will ......." ”

"Nature." Han Hao smiled: "I will do my best to assist Lang Jun in his actions." ”

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