Chapter 65: Strange Village

Mu Zuo pinched his chin and pondered after listening, then went back to knock on the door, and only then did he push the door in with Ning Yu's permission.

Ning Yu had already laid out the futon on the ground and was sitting cross-legged on the quilt, his head slightly raised, his eyes facing him.

"How does Wang Ji sleep on the ground?" Mu Zuo's brows furrowed slightly.

"This bed creaks so badly that I'm afraid I'll break it for the elderly." Ning Yu said: "You have something to do with me?" ”

"Yes." Mu Zuo said, and told Ning Yu what the soldiers had said.

Such......

Ning Yu pinched his fingers and guessed, "Fire? Hanging white flags burned people to death, and everyone else was too tired because they had just finished fighting the fire? ”

It's summer, and these two days are indeed a bit dry.

This is also a possibility.

It's just that, even then, it's weird. No matter how tired the funeral is, it has to be done, the deceased is the greatest, how can there not even be a cry.

Mu Zuo shook his head, "I don't know, I just feel that this village is weird." ”

Ning Yu waved her hand, looking very indifferent, "You don't have to be afraid." ”

Mu Zuo: "......"

I'm not afraid.

Mu Zuo wanted to refute, but Ning Yu said again: "Even if it's weird, people come to kill people, ghosts come to kill ghosts, go to sleep now." ”

Ning Yu yawned: "I have to find Sister tomorrow." ”

Mu Zuo was kicked out by Ning Yu.

When the soldiers saw Mu Zuo coming out, they came over one after another, lowered their voices and asked, "How do you lead the guards, what did Wang Ji say?" ”

Mu Zuo said: "Wang Ji asked everyone to sleep first, and if they come, they will be safe, and the rest will be talked about tomorrow." ”

Soldier: "......"

So what did you say?

"I said it earlier, Wang Ji is a woman in the end, if you don't understand this, just make a decision for you." The soldier said.

Mu Zuo: "But Wang Ji is the one who makes the decision, we all have to listen to her." ”

Soldier: "......"

yes, she's the one who got the idea.

Mu Zuo thought a lot, worried that something would happen, so he divided the soldiers into three teams and took three turns to take a break.

The night was also peaceful, and nothing happened.

Mu Zuo got up early in the morning, and he had been guarding the door of Ning Yu's room at night, so he had to ensure Ning Yu's safety. When she came out this time, Ning Yu didn't bring a palace maid, and they were all men, so they couldn't be in the same room.

Mu Zuo knocked on the door, Ning Yu heard the sound and quickly opened his eyes, seeing that there was no danger, he closed his eyes again, and a low voice came out, "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll ...... soon"

Mu Zuo heard that he was a little helpless, so he went to order the soldiers to form a team.

What Ning Yu said quickly was really fast, and as soon as Mu Zuo finished giving the order, Ning Yu had already pushed the door open.

Mu Zuo: "......"

"Mu Lingwei is early." Ning Yu greeted with a smile.

"Wang Ji is early." Mu Zuo nodded slightly.

At this time, the old man also came out of the kitchen, and when he saw Ning Yu and Mu Zuo standing in the courtyard, he said: "There is a well at the entrance of the village, if you want to wash, you can just wash in the past, and the wooden basin against the wall is for washing your face." ”

"Thank you, old man." Ning Yu thanked sweetly again.

The old man's dark face showed a smile, and he waved his hand embarrassedly: "The little girl is too polite. ”

The old man's house was originally at the head of the village, not far from the well at the entrance of the village, so Ning Yu took the wooden basin and went to the well.

Some villagers poked their brains out of the door, and when they saw a group of men with swords here, they were so frightened that they hurriedly ran back and locked the door.

The old man didn't have much in his house, so he cooked a big pot of paste soup, and when he cooked it, he found that there was no salt at home, so he hurriedly ran out to borrow salt.

I ran to the neighbor's house and knocked on the door, and the neighbor was a man in his forties, who didn't dare to go out when he heard the knock.

The village is almost always surrounded by fenced courtyard walls, and the doors tied with wooden sticks can be seen at a glance. The man looked at the old man from a distance with a calm expression, and then let go out to open the door.

The old man saw the neighbor come out to open the door, and hurriedly asked, "Dog baby, do you have any salt at home, borrow me some." ”

As soon as the man called Gouwa opened the door, he dragged the old man in and closed the door again, "Uncle Zhang, what's the situation in your house?" Why are so many men still carrying swords? ”

"Don't be afraid, they are not bandits, they are guests who passed by last night, and the leader is a little girl, like a young lady from a big family." After the old man finished explaining, he asked again, "Do you have any salt at home?" ”

"Oh, one more point." Hearing that they were not bandits, the dog baby breathed a sigh of relief, "Wait, I'll get it for you." ”

After speaking, he went to the kitchen to get salt, and a black short and shirtless little boy looked at the crack of the door, and saw that it was the old man, so he limped out of the door: "Uncle came to my house to borrow something again?" ”

"Yes, does the black egg leg still hurt?" The old man crouched down to look at the little boy's leg.

The little boy had a new scar on his leg, the bleeding had stopped, and the flesh was still rotten, and it looked a little hideous.

"It hurts a little bit." Hei Dan said, "Uncle, do you know when my big sister will come back, my clothes are torn and no one sews them." ”

"Hurry back to the house!"

When the dog came out and saw his son running out, he ran two steps over angrily and patted him on the head, "You have a wound on your leg, go back and lie down!" ”

"But my clothes are torn and no one repairs them! Ah Niang only cares about the little brother, and the big sister also left with those people, you don't care about me! The little boy roared.

The man's eyes turned red when he heard this, he handed the salt to the old man, smiled reluctantly, and turned to carry his son back to the room.

"Ugh." The old man sighed and went out with the salt.

When Ning Yu and the others came back after washing their faces, the old man had already cooked the meal and put it in a bowl.

"I'm back." The old man stood at the door of the kitchen, saw Ning Yu and the others coming back, and walked two steps over: "I cooked some soup, you can drink some before leaving." ”

Ning Yu nodded and smiled: "Thank you, old man." ”

"It's all in a bowl, I'll serve it." After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and went into the kitchen, and soon brought two bowls of hot soup.

"Thank you, uncle, trouble uncle." Mu Zuodao, first took the bowl handed to Ning Yu by the old man, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, then blew it, took a small sip, and the corners of his eyebrows moved slightly, "Uncle, this soup is delicious." ”

Ning Yu said: "Sure enough, they are all pampered young masters, and they haven't drunk the soup." ”

Soldiers: "......"

Sure enough, I can play with the general, and look at the tone of the mocker, it's exactly the same!

Ning Yu served the paste soup in the old man's hand, and the soldiers went into the kitchen one after another to bring out a bowl of soup under Mu Zuo's signal, but they thought it was too thin, and ran to the carriage to find the oil cake they bought in the market yesterday.

I bought more than 30 sheets, and after each person divided one piece, there were still ten left, and they were all put in the kitchen for the old man.

The old man was embarrassed to excuse himself, and the soldiers spoke one after another: "What are you embarrassed about, uncle, what are you embarrassed about, just a few cakes, we all ate your big pot of rice for nothing, and stayed at your house for one night." "It's just that, according to you, we're going to be ashamed."

Old man: "......".

The old man was speechless and had no choice but to accept their kindness.