The soldier no longer thought about who the man who was bowing from afar, and he drove the carriage, always looking at the four hunters. "It should be them." The soldier said in his heart.

The four hunters spoke very little and barely spoke when they went out into the woods. It's the exact opposite of when they go into the woods. They were in a good mood when they went into the woods and even from home. They went out of the village together, and went into the woods together, talking about what they would catch today. Everyone's face was happy.

The four of them walked out of the forest without saying a word. They are friends of the hunt. There will always be talks. After walking a while, the tall and lanky hunter saw the carriage heading towards the woods. He said, "That's the wagon pulled by the soldiers, the horse with the broken foot?" ”

The other three looked. The emaciated Orion said, "Yes. ”

"it." The Orion, who was bleeding from the top of his head, said.

The two hunters lost money, owed money, and were not in a very good mood.

The two friends don't like to talk, and Orion looks at them both of them. Didn't speak again. Four people, with clips hanging on their shoulders and arrows, and ropes tied around their waists, holding steel forks and two-toothed forks. And they walked to the west gate of the village, and went home by the west gate. On the way they did not speak, but walked.

The soldiers drove the wagons until they were in the woods, and did not look at the four hunters.

A brown horse in a blue skirt, the sparse forest path slowly returned. The "driving" soldier called the horse. "Smack!" The soldier waved his whip. Lin is sparse, and people are easy to appear.

"It's the female shopkeeper of the East Street Tea House." The shopkeeper and the carriage were not the same path, but there were two paths between them. The road is a solid black and yellow soil, flanked by green grass and some wildflowers.

The female shopkeeper pulled the horse unhappily, probably because the horse had a foot injury. The soldier looked at it. The carriage moved forward, and the soldier pulled the rope in his hand and slowed the carriage. After staggering with the female shopkeeper, he grabbed the horse and asked, "What about the village lord?" ”

The female shopkeeper held the horse and walked slowly. She saw the soldiers early. When the soldier asked, she paused, "I think it's still there." ”

The soldier smiled, clenched his fist at the shopkeeper, and said, "Thank you for telling the shopkeeper." ”

The female shopkeeper saw that the soldier was very polite, and returned the salute with a fist: "No thanks." ”

After returning, the female shopkeeper led the horse and slowly walked out of the forest.

"Drive!" The soldier shook off the rope of his horse and went to the forest to find the village owner.

"Drive!" The soldier raised his horsewhip and said, "Smack!" The horse-drawn cart was speeded up.

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The village lord sat on the green grass, and he crushed the stem of a yellow flower. The yellow flower face is attached to the grass roots. He faced three soldiers, who sat straight as if they had been nailed to a board.

"Tired, aren't you?" I don't know how long it took for the village lord to say a word of concern for them.

When the village owner asked, they were tired, and they couldn't say they were tired. They all said in unison: "Don't be tired of the village master." ”

The village lord nodded slightly, and the soldier's words made him very satisfied.

After a while, the village lord said, "If you're tired, take a break." Sit against a tree. I'll lie down first. After speaking, the village lord put the back of his head with both hands, lay down, and slowly straightened his legs.

Lying down and looking at the blue sky, the sky had clouds at some point, and a few clouds were a little gray. "Where did this cloud come from?" The village lord muttered in his heart.

The village owner let him sit against the tree. Seeing the village lord lying down, the three soldiers loosened their straight bodies, put their hands on the ground, and leaned against the trees.

A tree, three soldiers, sat with their backs to the north, west, and south. The forest was silent, and the soldiers closed their eyes. The village lord looked at the sky, his cloudy eyes and closed his tired eyelids.

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"Drive!"

"Smack!" The soldier sat in the carriage and shouted 'Drive' and flicked his whip. He saw two standing horses. The horses were untethered, walking and munching on the grass.

"Why don't you tie the horse?"

The soldiers drove the wagon towards the two horses.

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"Drive!" "Smack!" When the soldier flicks his whip, the horse startles, and when he is frightened, he runs fast.

"Drive, whew!" When they approached the two horses, the soldier grabbed the horse's rope with both hands, causing the horse to stop abruptly. By inertia, the soldier was rushed out. "Hey!" The soldier rolled on the ground five or six times before stopping.

The horse came to a halt abruptly, and by inertia it took a few steps forward, and the carriage behind it struck its leg, which hurt its leg. The carriage was attached to the horse, and it was pulled by a rope, and the rope rubbed off a lot of horse hair.

"Oh my land?" The soldier looked up with his hands on the ground.

He looked under a tree not far away, where three of his fellow soldiers were sitting against the tree, all looking at him.

The three soldiers, hazy and dazed, seemed to be asleep, and they were all awakened.

The village lord was lying on the ground and sleeping very dead, and he did not wake up.

It was a soldier friend, and the soldier pulled the carriage over. The soldier rolled to the ground, looking at them with his arms folded. He said half-heartedly, "What is this for?" ”

The soldiers pulled the carriage and came in a different way. He went to see the village owner three times, and the village owner was still asleep with a snoring sound.

The three soldiers said to the soldier, "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

When the soldier heard this, he looked at them and stood up on his hands. He beat him, picked up his whip, and shouted to his fellow soldiers, "The carriage has been fetched." ”

"The village owner didn't wake up." A soldier shouted at him.

The soldier sought out the village owner, whom he had glimpsed. I saw the village lord lying there, with his neck on his side, one hand on his chest, one hand on a handful of grass, and one foot on the other calf.

"Where is the village master sleeping?" The soldier asked.

"Sleep." The soldier replied.

"Oh." The soldier looked up at the village owner.

He went and pulled the horse, and dragged the cart to the village master. He asked the two horses, "Why aren't they on a leash?" ”

Another soldier replied: "It's okay, you can't lose it." ”

"Can you catch up with the horse when it runs away?" The soldier dragged the wagon and walked towards the village lord. He looked at the plaster horse lying on its side and dragged the cart toward it.

The soldier dragged the wagon to the wounded horse, put the whip on the cart, and threw the rope on the horse. Go to the three soldiers.

He watched the village lord go, and there he lay there, clutching the grass in one hand and resting one leg on the other, as if he were sleeping peacefully.

He walked up to his fellow soldiers and asked, "When will the village master wake up?" ”

The third soldier replied: "I don't know." ”

The soldier looked at the village master and asked the other two soldiers, "Shall we wake up the village master?" ”

The two soldiers raised their disopinionant eyes to look at him, and looked at the village master. They all shook their heads. Reply: "I don't know, the village master is sleeping?" ”

The soldier said, "Let me tell you, there is a group of old ladies gathered at the village gate. In that noisy chat. When they saw that we were not there, they all gathered together at the gate of the village. ”

"Is there such a thing?" The soldier who was the first to speak asked.

"Can this lie to you?" The soldier beat the thug and said, "One of the old ladies is chasing me and is going to beat me." My carriage was running fast, and she didn't catch up. ”

"Which old beat you?" The second soldier who spoke asked.

The soldier replied: "That old lady, her physique is better than any of the four of us." A pair of big eyes, like eating people. ”