The carriage and horses in front blocked the road, and Yin Fusheng and the coachman stepped forward to inquire. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I saw a middle-aged man, with a young man, escorting several carriages and a batch of goods, returning from the congested place in front.

Yin Fusheng stepped forward to inquire with him, only to know that it was the heavy snow that blocked the road.

Heavy snow closed the road, and even pedestrians could not pass, let alone horse-drawn carriages.

Now Yin Fusheng is out of line.

Wait.

The coachman drove the carriage back to a nearby village to borrow from a farmer's family. But who knows, after turning around, the residents of the village are either already inhabited, or they say that they will not accept outsiders to live.

Seeing that it was about to get dark, it was windy and snowy, and he had to stay in the carriage for the night, and the next day he had to become a popsicle.

"Champion Gong, that's the last one."

"Go ahead and ask." Yin Fusheng opened the car door and got out of the car.

In the last farmhouse yard, which has not been inquired about, there are two rooms, one large and one small, with a kitchen and a latrine on the side. The yard was covered with snow, and it was impossible to see if there were any vegetables. There are a few old hens in the corner, making "cooing" sounds from time to time, attracting people's attention. The whole yard is nothing special, except that near the kitchen door, there are four large water tanks. Generally, like the Yin family, there are several people before there is a water tank.

There are only two houses in this courtyard, and there are quite a few water tanks. How many people live in it?

The coachman had just entered the farmer's fence yard when an old man came out of the house.

The old man's beard was as white as the snow on the ground. There is almost no impurities in the white, and when the light is irradiated, it will reflect the light.

Although his hair and beard are gray, the old man is still in good spirits. Don't look at the wrinkles on your face, but it's not very hunchbacked.

Dressed in plain coarse cloth clothes, with a large basin in his hand, he stepped out the door.

The coachman was stunned, he could no longer tell the old man's age.

Just looking at the appearance, there should be at least 90 upwards.

The old man went out and did not notice the coachman at the door. He crouched on the ground, put the clean snow on the ground into a large basin with both hands, and then filled it and poured it into the large water tank.

When the old man had finished pouring a basin and was about to fill another pot, the coachman stepped forward and asked, "Old man, the road is closed by heavy snow ahead, can we ......?"

"Old decay never takes in outsiders."

Before the coachman finished speaking, the old man did not even raise his head, so he refused.

The coachman reluctantly looked back at Yin Fusheng, but this was the last hope, so he smiled again: "Old man, you can do it." We really don't have a place to stay. Besides, we'll give you silver......"

"There is no shortage of silver in old decay!" The old man picked up a basin of snow as he spoke, stood up, and glanced at the carriage not far away, "You better go quickly." ”

The coachman looked at the old man as if he didn't eat oil and salt, and he was also in trouble. sighed, and prepared to go back to discuss with Yin Fusheng.

As soon as he turned around, he heard the old man behind him asking, "Are you the carriage of the post house?" ”

When the coachman heard this, there was a door.

Turning his head excitedly, "yes." Can you still tell the difference? ”

"Humph! I hate being an official the most! Let's go! Then, intentionally or unintentionally, he threw a sentence, "The New Year's Festival is really unlucky!" ”

The coachman was stunned, but he didn't expect the old man to have a big black face, and when he heard that there was an official sitting in the carriage, his face was ugly to death.

The coachman pouted and looked back. It's so late, where else can you go?

I can only be cheeky and try again.

"Old man, the people sitting there are not officials."

"Not an official? Isn't it a function to ride in a carriage at a post house? ”

"You don't know this, he is a martial champion, and he is not an official."

"Wu Zhuangyuan?" When the old man heard this, he sneered: "Do you think my old man doesn't understand anything?" There has always been only Wu Jinshi, where did the martial champion come from? ”

"It's true, the one inside, who just defeated the Korean samurai, was appointed by the emperor. This is not sent to Quang Ninh......" the coachman said and suddenly ran out of words, saying to take office? It's not an official, what is the appointment. Say help? It's also weird.

The old man closed his eyes slightly, pinched his beard and stared at the coachman for a while, "In that case, there should be a post house on the way here, why don't you rest there?" ”

Who's to say it isn't!

The coachman complained. complained that Yin Fusheng had to hurry, and when he arrived here, he was almost homeless.

"Alas! It's not this champion yet, saying that he was afraid of missing the military plane, so he had to brave the snow to hurry. The result? The road is closed in front of me, and I can't find a place to stay, and I have to freeze to death outside. ”

"Alright, you can stay."

"Huh?" The coachman didn't react for a moment.

The old man continued, "But you must do something for me first. ”

"Great, as long as you take us in, we can help with anything!"

The old man turned and went into the kitchen, and the coachman gladly asked Yin Fusheng to get out of the carriage.

Talking about the situation, Yin Fusheng felt that this old man's behavior was really different.

The old man walked out of the kitchen with two large basins at this time, and when he saw Yin Fusheng, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Old man, I'll tie the carriage to this yard!" The coachman led the wagon into the courtyard and tied it to a stake in the courtyard.

The old man turned around and put the two large basins on the ground, "You help me fill those vats with clean snow on the ground, and then I can stay." ”

Yin Fusheng bowed, "Thank you, old man." ”

Then, Yin Fusheng squatted in the snow. The coachman tied up the wagon and joined in loading the snow into the tank.

"You have to be careful, as long as it's clean, it's not even a little dirty." The old man lowered his head and admonished.

The coachman asked, "Old man, what do you want this snow for?" ”

The old man ignored him, lowered his head and carefully filled the basin with both hands, and asked, "I wonder what kind of sword you wield?" ”

Yin Fusheng was stunned, this is talking to me. "Heh, this weapon used by the younger generation is amazing."

The old man did not look up.

Yin Fusheng continued, "It is said that big is big, and small is small. It can be transformed into invisible, and it can be contained in the eyes, ears, nose, throat and heart. When you want to use it, you can pick it up. ”

This is the golden hoop rod.

The old man paused, looked up at Yin Fusheng, "Oh? Is there such an artifact in the world? I don't believe it, can I please see it? ”

Listening to the old man's conversation, Yin Fusheng was even more sure that he was not like a farmer in the village. "The old soldier is not stingy with the younger generation, but this weapon cannot be shown when there is nothing to do."

"Oh?" The old man squinted at Yin Fusheng, and there were two words on his face: Don't believe it!

Yin Fusheng laughed and said: "Although it can't be revealed, the old battle must have heard of it." ”

"Oh?" The old man is even stranger.

"My weapon is: trickery."

The old man was stunned for a few seconds, "So, you win by skill?" ”

Yin Fusheng nodded. At the same time, observe the old man's expression to see whether he appreciates it or disdains it.

As a result, the old man's expression was still the same as before, and he continued to work with his head down.

After a while, the four large water tanks were almost full. The three of them didn't say anything, so they just did it, the coachman couldn't hold back a little, and opened his mouth to break the silence, "Old man, you are so old, why do you do this alone?" What about your children? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man got up, poured a basin of snow into the water tank, and walked directly to the kitchen. As he walked, he said indifferently: "They are all dead, and they are all dead in battle." ”