"Mules! yes," the boss clapped his hands, "it's too good a name." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 From now on, whatever is born of a horse and a donkey will be called a mule. ”

Ying Zheng looked at the mare and stallion who were strangers, as well as the sad female donkey and the proud male donkey, obviously the rich second-generation amorous cheating poor girl, and the fiancée took revenge on the obscene man, I didn't expect that the birth of a creature like a mule was actually a bloody urban youth love family ethics drama, which made the screenwriters in later generations embarrassed.

"It turns out that what I saw was the first pair of mules in the world, and I also named them," Ying Zheng was excited when he thought of this, how could he let go of such an opportunity to be famous through the ages, and he couldn't let future generations only know about mules and didn't know the name given to them, "Boss, as a mule crown celebrity, I strongly request that my name be engraved on these two mules, do you have a knife, bring a knife." ”

If it weren't for the boss's desperate pulling, Ying Zheng would definitely rush in and press the two mules down with a bayonet, but the boss's words woke Ying Zheng up and made him have to give up this tempting idea.

The boss said: "If the name of the guest officer is engraved, the people of later generations may not call these two beasts mules, but the name of the guest officer." ”

Although Ying Zheng knew that there was a suspicion of scolding himself in the boss's words, what he said did make sense, if the mule was called Ying Zheng or Yang Fan in the future, then this person would be lost.

In order to appease Ying Zheng's emotions, the boss sold one of the mules to Ying Zheng cheaply. In the end, Ying Zheng bought the horse mule for ten gold, because it was tall enough and big enough to look more like a horse. By the way, the boss also gave a broken straw mat as a saddle.

Ying Zheng rode his little mule, and he was proud. In this era, this is equivalent to an Audi, and it is fuel-efficient, no need to test the license, no annual inspection, and there is no need to look at traffic lights and no zebra crossings.

"I have a little donkey that I never ride, and one day on a whim I rode to the market...... No, it's not this one, my beloved foal, you're just too naughty, if you become well-behaved, my sister will like you...... It's not right," Ying Zheng thought for a long time, and was stunned that he didn't expect a song that sang a mule, he patted the mule's brain and comforted, "Little mule, don't be arrogant because of your background, I believe that as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely become a good horse, come on." ”

The mule cried happily twice, as if in response to Yingzheng.

Accompanied by cheerful singing, a man and a mule walked on the road to Handan, to meet their respective fates.

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After a few days of trekking, Ying Zheng rode his mule and swayed to a mountain forest.

The sun is blazing, and it's the hottest time of the day.

Ying Zheng got off the mule, specially chose a place with tender grass and tied it to a tree, fed it some water, put the reins long and let the mule solve the lunch problem by himself, and sat down in a shady place, took out a piece of bread and put it on the ground.

"Flatbread with pickles, delicious in the world," Ying Zheng prepared to take out the pickles from his baggage. Who knew that the pickles hadn't been taken out yet, and the cake that had just been put on the ground was gone.

"What the hell? Or did I not take it out at all? Ying Zheng didn't think much about it, and took out a cake again, but as soon as he took out the pickles, the cake disappeared again.

"Is there really a ghost?" Ying Zheng was sure that he had taken out the cake, and he wanted to see what was going on, so he took out another piece of cake and put it on the ground, and said loudly, "I remember, there is still a jar of sauerkraut", and then pretended to look back and take out the burden, and his eyes were fixed on the cake.

A filament as thin as a fishing line shot from the sky, pierced the flatbread and fled with it.

How could Ying Zheng tolerate it, reaching out and grabbing a thin line and pulling it hard, a black shadow rolled down from the tree above his head, obviously a person.

The thief did not flee because he was discovered, but grabbed the third loaf and devoured it.

"Oh, what a bold thief," Ying Zheng pounced on and pushed the man to the ground. The other party ignored it until he had eaten the whole cake and cleaned all his fingers with his mouth.

Ying Zheng saw the person who came clearly, it was an old man with white hair, his hair and beard were very long, almost to his waist, just looking at the hair was not eighty but seventy, but his smooth face and complexion felt less than forty, and he was carrying a burden on his body, which seemed to have nothing but a small boxy box.

As soon as he saw the old man, Ying Zheng remembered the guy who didn't know if he could appear in his dream, and his heart was slightly sour, and he let go of the old man.

"Do you still want to eat?"

The old man nodded, Ying Zheng handed over another piece of cake, and the old man fed it to his mouth in two bites, almost choking. Ying Zheng hurriedly handed over the water. The old man swallowed the cake and burped.

Ying Zheng took out the last piece of bread left in his baggage and wanted to eat it, but the old man looked at him pitifully.

"Old man, can't you be so greedy, okay, this is my last cake."

The old man pouted when he heard this, and looked pitiful as if he was about to cry. Yingzheng couldn't bear it, so he gave half a cake to the old man, and the old man swallowed it in two bites, and it seemed that he hadn't eaten for many days.

"Thank you, young man, there are really not many people who are willing to come out to help strange old people in this era." The old man was startled when he spoke, he thought that the old man fell from such a height and didn't cry out in pain, he should be a dumb person.

Ying Zheng looked at the old man with disdain: "Old man, pretending to be dumb to deceive my sympathy, you are a little shameless." Who are you? ”

"Old man, my surname is Zhongshan, my name is Boyou," the old man mysteriously put his mouth to Yingzheng's ear and whispered: "It's not that I don't want to talk, there are a lot of dead people over there, I'm afraid that as soon as they speak, they will get up and look for me." ”

"Dead people? How can there be dead people in broad daylight? Don't lie to me, lie to me that you are a grandson. ”

"I don't lie to you, I don't believe you come with me."

The old man dragged Ying Zheng to a hill that was not too high, found a hidden place to lie down, and looked at it only to see that there were indeed more than a dozen corpses lying down below, all of them were dressed in black, holding weapons in their hands, and the blood stains on their faces and necks had not yet dried, obviously they had been killed not long ago. There are also several tents erected around the corpse, which appear to be a makeshift camp.

"Do you know who did it?" Ying Zheng asked. Although it is not a big deal to kill a few people in troubled times, such large-scale massacres outside the battlefield are still rare.

"I saw it when I came, I'm so scared," the old man said, hugging Yingzheng and trying to drill into his arms.

"Go, go," Ying Zheng hurriedly pushed the old man away: "Don't take the opportunity to eat my tofu, my tofu is only for women, not men." ”

The old man asked, "What is tofu?" Is it tasty? ”

Isn't there tofu in this era, Yingzheng seems to have found a way to make money again, but when he thought that the old people had said that "there are three hardships in life, hold the boat and grind the tofu", so he immediately gave up. I haven't heard that the traverser is selling tofu as a coolie to make a fortune in the other world, which of those fellow practitioners is not doing a profitable or even unprofitable business.

"Tofu is ......"

Ying Zheng was just about to explain, but the old man pressed his head to the ground: "Shhhh ”