After shopping for two streets, Mo Junrong finally got the answer he wanted.

An old woman carrying a fish pot told him: "There are two families surnamed Cheng in our Qinghe Town, one of which lives on the bank of the river and is a fisherman.

The other family lived on the west side of the town, near the brick-burning shop, and seemed to be a workman. ”

Mo Junrong asked: "The family surnamed Cheng I want to find is said to have a child named Zheng Qiu, can my mother-in-law tell me which one it is?"

The old woman thought for a while, making Mo Junrong a little impatient.

It wasn't until after a stick of incense that he replied, "It seems that it is the one by the Qinghe River, and they often brag that one of their sons is a cultivator.

It's impossible to think about it, how can a cultivator's son still stay here and make a living by fishing. ”

As she spoke, the old woman shook her head and laughed, and walked away slowly.

Mo Junrong hugged his fists in thanks, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and sure enough, he found it.

He hurried to the riverbank, where there was a row of low brick and wood houses, each with a plank platform that stretched out into the middle of the river.

There are seven or eight fishermen standing on the platform, holding bamboo poles and fishing, waiting for the fish to be hooked while talking, laughing and chatting.

Mo Junrong tidied up his clothes, walked forward with a fan, and bowed his hand to the fishermen.

"Brothers, the younger brother has something to ask for, I wonder if I can help?"

The fishermen turned their heads and looked, isn't this outfit a cultivator, how can a cultivator refuse if he has something to ask for.

They put down the fishing rods in their hands one after another, stood up and saluted Mo Junrong in return.

The fisherman closest to Mo Junrong spoke: "My lord is too modest, we are all rough people, if you have anything to say, promise to help." ”

Mo Junrong smiled and nodded, and said, "I'm looking for a family surnamed Cheng, I heard that they are also fishermen, and they live by the Qinghe River."

I also ask you big brothers to help show me the way, so that I can meet them sooner. ”

One of the fishermen was more alert and asked why: "We do have people with the surname Cheng here, what are you looking for them?"

They're just fishermen, and they don't seem to have much friendship with cultivators. ”

Mo Junrong was about to open his mouth to answer, but another fisherman explained to him first.

"Lao Ding, have you forgotten! The mother-in-law of their family, who boasted that she had a son in three days, went up to the mountain to apprentice and cultivate at a young age.

In my opinion, the woman may still be telling the truth. ”

This remark immediately aroused the approval of others, and another fisherman echoed: "It makes sense, you see that other people's cultivators have come to the door, and it must have something to do with his son......

Mo Junrong interrupted their discussion and arched his hand: "Your eldest brother guessed well, I did know a little brother named Zheng Qiu.

Zheng Qiu was busy with mountain affairs, and I heard that his parents lived in Qinghe Town, so I came to visit.

At the same time, on behalf of Zheng Qiu, please ask the second elder to go to a better place to retire. ”

Hearing Mo Junrong's words, the fishermen did not doubt it, and laughed one by one. praised each other: "The old Cheng family is so blessed!"

"I didn't expect my son to be so filial, he didn't raise it in vain, he didn't raise it in vain. ”

"Now they will have a good life, and they will live a long life!"

"Hey, what are you still doing here, hurry up and take this adult to Lao Cheng's house, don't delay other people's errands. ”

The fishermen quickly put away their fishing rods, carried fish cages around Mo Junrong, and walked along the riverbank with him.

When the fishermen came around, Mo Junrong smelled a strong fishy smell.

His brow furrowed slightly, and then he immediately put away his expression and smiled kindly.

According to the plan, he planned to deceive Zheng Qiu's parents as Zheng Qiu's friends and take them to a suitable place near the Heavenly Mandate Palace to settle down.

Before facing Zheng Qiu head-on, he had to disguise himself as a good person and guide Zheng Qiu's parents to his own use little by little.

An obedient hostage is far more useful than an disobedient hostage, and can even directly affect Zheng Qiu in some aspects.

Walking forward for more than seventy feet, in front of an ordinary brick and wood low house, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard squatted.

In front of the man was a large cutting board, and a sack of coarse salt was placed on the side.

He cut open the fish he caught, gutted them, and salted them with salt inside and out.

When Mo Junrong saw the man's face from a distance, his heart was filled with joy.

This person's appearance is seven or eight points similar to Zheng Qiu, he is definitely Zheng Qiu's father, and his trip is really smooth.

The fisherman at the front of the crowd waved his arms, ran forward, and snatched the salted fish from the middle-aged man's hand.

"Lao Cheng, don't fiddle with your salted fish, your family is going to be happy!

Hurry up, hurry up, this is a big deal!"

The middle-aged man felt inexplicable, looked sideways behind the other party, and saw that the nearby fishermen had rushed over, and he was even more puzzled.

He grabbed the towel hanging around his neck, wiped his hands stained with coarse salt and fish scales, and asked, "What's the matter?"

What are so many of you doing here, my family can't afford to eat, so I have to eat somewhere else. ”

"Lao Cheng, don't laugh, don't say that your family can manage the food of our people in the future, even if there are a hundred more, your family can afford it!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Cheng looked inexplicable, what are these neighbors talking about, no matter how good the harvest is from fishing, it is impossible to meet the rations of so many people.

Finally, an older fisherman spoke: "Lao Cheng, it's about your son.

Go and get your wife, let's go into the house and talk!"

Son's business?

Lao Cheng looked puzzled, isn't his son working in a brick-burning shop, he has been a brick-burning master for more than ten years, what else can he do.

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of a man in the crowd dressed unusually well, beside the fine silk factory, with a sword hilt peeking out from his back.

This person is a cultivator!

Lao Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, there were actually cultivators here, what the neighbors wanted to say, could it be about his youngest son.

Thinking of this, Lao Cheng suddenly became anxious, and ran into the distance without looking back.

While running, he also waved his arms and shouted: "My door is open, please go first to rest, I will bring my wife back immediately!"

Seeing Lao Cheng running away, the elderly fisherman bowed down to Mo Junrong and asked what he meant.

"This lord, why don't you go to Lao Chen's house to sit down first, and wait for him to bring his mother-in-law back.

His mother-in-law works in a tailor shop in front of the riverbank, not far from here, and Lao Cheng will soon be able to return. ”

Mo Junrong politely clenched his fists and replied: "Then it is better to be respectful than to obey his fate, just follow Mr. Cheng's suggestion, go to his house and wait." ”

The cultivator was so easy to talk that the fishermen were very happy.

They helped open the wooden door of Lao Cheng's house, wiped the chairs and tables, and served tea and water for Lao Cheng.