In front of the barracks, the village lord held Male. He said to the soldiers, "Three soldiers stay, one in the wagon, and send the meat to the steward." ”

The soldier picked up people, and the half-fat woman said, "Brother Bing, let's talk about it here." ”

"That's it, let me say yes." Said a short, stocky, trumpet-blowing old lady.

The village lord dismounted. The horse belonged to the barracks, and he had to take the carriage to the butler, and then walk back to the village.

The women had to stand at the gate of the village and speak, and the village lord said, "Let them stand there and speak." Leave three men standing guard on either side. ”

The village lord dismounted, and so did the two soldiers. Soldiers sitting in the carriage also got out of the carriage.

The village lord spoke, and the soldiers looked at the women, but did not take care of them. The soldier who dropped the knife said, "Village master, how can you let them block the village gate?" ”

The village lord asked them to stand and speak, and the women all looked at the village lord. I think this person is not bad.

"It's the village owner." A woman who did not know the village owner listened to the soldiers.

The village owner gave way, and the women were a little embarrassed. They all stood aside, in the village gate, east of the road, next to the village gate that was open to the east.

The women stood aside. The village lord nodded slightly. He said to the soldiers on horseback, "Take your horses back." ”

"It's the village owner." The two soldiers responded, and the soldier sitting behind came to lead the village lord's horse and take the village lord's whip.

The lord of the village led the horse and gave the soldier the horse and whip.

The two soldiers led their horses to the back of the barracks. When the village lord came to the chariot and the wagon soldiers, he said to the chariot soldiers, "You stay, let him drive the wagon, and get the meat to the butler." ”

"It's the village owner," the soldier replied. When he had finished speaking, he went to stand guard at the west gate.

The village lord looked at the soldiers in the carriage and said, "Let's go." ”

The village lord went to ride the carriage. The soldier in the carriage was the third soldier to speak.

The village lord sat in a carriage, and he couldn't sit well. He took the whip, dragged the horse's rope, and "drove" the horse to the steward.

The village street is lined with shops, and there are also crossings. There are also stalls. People who come and go buy what they need to live. There are also those who have nothing to do shopping. Yellow smoke, melon seeds, pine seeds, peppercorns, chili powder!

Cucumber and leek!

Carrot and coriander side dishes!

Pepper kohlrabi!

Every vendor shouted from time to time.

The head of the village sat in the carriage, the horse's fur on top and his buttocks hot. The village is good, he sees it. There was a man who had nothing to do shopping, taller than the medium, and a man. He has nothing to do, he doesn't know what he wants to do, he doesn't have the slightest taste when he goes shopping, he looks at what he sells, and he doesn't think about what he sells.

He had met the village chief, who was an official. The village lord sat in the carriage and was recognized by him. He greeted the village lord in the past, and clasped his hands into fists: "Village master." ”

The village owner was looking at the village street and was satisfied. Suddenly, a person came, as if he was greeting himself. The village lord did not recognize this man, and when he saw this man, although he had facial features, he looked like a walking corpse. I don't know anything about the empty body.

The village owner was also startled by this person, and he knew that it was the villagers who recognized him and said hello to him. The village lord returned the salute with a fist in return. The carriage was moving, and the man had moved to the back.

The man said hello, and then he didn't know what to do, and looked at the village master empty-mindedly. Then he turned his head as if nothing had happened, and continued to wander his street tastelessly.

"Village master, where's the housekeeper?" The soldier pulling the cart couldn't remember where the butler was?

"At the south of Cross Street, there is a collapsed house. Build a house there. The village lord replied.

The "driving" soldier listened and sped up pulling the cart.

The cart was loaded with a cart of meat, and people who came and went, as well as vendors on the left and right, would all look at the carriage. Some people from the shops occasionally came to the door and peeked at the meat on the wagon.

The village lord also looked back at the horse's meat, and when he saw a fly falling on it, he slammed it down. The flies went and returned, and the village owner bombarded a few times and then stopped bombing. In vain, my arms were sore.

The owner of the village sat in a carriage and enjoyed comfort. Everyone can do it, but they sit alone.

The village owner thinks that pulling the cart is slow and can't carry the wind. After a while, he said, "Pull faster, go too slowly." ”

The soldier was pulling his horse forward. Hearing the village master's words, he immediately replied: "Yes, the village master." ”

"Driving" soldiers dragged horses and ran away. The horses were towed, towed, and the soldiers walked quickly.

The wind is coming, and the differential blows the face. It gives a cool feeling. The village owner closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. The village lord closed his eyes and enjoyed it, and when the people on the street saw it, they all looked at him with strange eyes.

The village owner closed his eyes and could not see the eyes of the villagers. As the carriage moved forward, he felt that many people were watching him. "It feels so good that the wind blows!" The village lord opened his eyes with a sigh.

The soldier dragged his horse and ran, and the wind carried him. He couldn't run more than a hundred paces before he ran out of breath.

The soldier didn't feel that the wind was good, he only felt that his feet were struggling, and he had to run forward.

Running, it's good to be angry. You don't have to take a stride. In the tiredness, the soldier learns to be lazy, no longer struggles to run, the whole body relaxes, and runs naturally.

The carriage travels fast. When people meet them, they will avoid them. Those who are facing away hear the sound of horses' hooves and carts, and they will avoid it when they look back. It is the norm on the road for people to give way to cars.

The wind was blowing, and the village owner sat comfortably. Look at the streets, look at the people who move by. Look at the stalls that have been moved. Look at the shops that have been moved.

Riding in the car to watch the scenery is a unique taste.

The soldier would run, drag his horse, and walk more than 1,500 steps. He couldn't hold on anymore, his feet fluttering, and he was panting for air. The village lord hummed a little tune in the back and sat comfortably.

The soldier's feet were spinning, and he couldn't exert his strength to listen to the village master's humming.

"Oops!" After holding on for a while, the soldier couldn't run, so he stopped a few steps, pressed his hands on his knees, and panted, sweat dripping from his forehead, the tip of his nose, and his chin.

A soldier can't run, but a horse can. Seeing that the coachman stopped, he stopped after two slow steps.

"Huh?" The village lord was feeling well, and the horse stopped, and he almost slipped off the horse's fur. The village lord clicked on the ground with his feet, and sat back with a cart in one hand and a horseskin in the other.

He said, "What's the matter?" ”

"Village master, I can't run."

The village owner heard the soldiers gasping for air. He said: "If you can't run, you can also sit in the carriage, and ride the carriage to drive the horse, so that you will not be tired." ”

The soldier pouted there and replied, "Thank you, village master." ”

The soldiers were tired, the village owner could tell. He replied, still gasping there. The village lord said, "Come and sit." ”

The soldier straightened up panting, clutched the rope and whip in his hand, and went to ride the carriage in a daze. It was as if blood had been sucked on his head, and he looked pale.

The soldier got into the carriage and eased up a little. He pulled the horse rope in his hand and waved the whip, "Ride!" ”

The whip was drawn on the horse, but it did not hurt very much, and the horse neighed and dragged the carriage forward.

"Drive!" The soldier drove the wagon and let the horse spend.

People who came and went in the streets, when they saw the carriage and heard the sound of the carriage, gave way. A middle-aged man said, "Slow down, don't bump into the porcelain floor." ”