Chapter 133: Throwing a hydrangea to invite relatives

Shen Li jumped off the horse, took out a certain amount of silver from his arms and handed it to the boss, one was to compensate Xi Yan, and the other was to buy her whereabouts from the boss: "This is the table money for her to accompany you, and the boss is annoyed to inform me of the direction of her departure." ”

When the boss saw the silver, he immediately changed his face, he rubbed his hands on his side twice, nodded and took it, and said flatteringly: "Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle, that girl went to that path." The boss pointed to a small fork in the road.

"Thank you."

After saying that, Shen Li had already ridden away, and the boss still stood in place and waved his hand diligently, until he turned into the path and disappeared, and the smile on the boss's face was immediately stopped and replaced with an unpredictable look.

Shen Li turned from the official road to the path, which had almost no forks in the road, and kept moving forward. He stopped his horse and looked at the direction of the sun, and then observed the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees, and said to himself, "Strange, this is not the direction to go directly to Luozhou. But the boss didn't know him, so there was no need to lie to him. ”

After a while, Shen Li suddenly became aware again, and said in his heart: "Xiyan must be afraid that the Qin Wangfu will catch up, so he deliberately took a detour." Thinking of this, he clamped the horse's belly and whipped forward, hoping to catch up with Xiyan as soon as possible.

Shen Li walked for a long time, and it was noon, but no trace of Xiyan was found. When I was confused, the mountain road turned around, and a small village appeared in front of me. He thought about begging for saliva to drink first, and then inquire about the whereabouts of Xiyandu, maybe Xiyan would also rest here.

The small village is built on a ravine, and the village is long and narrow, stretching out into the mountains.

Shen Li knocked on the doors of several households at the entrance of the village, but no one answered, but looking at the neat courtyard and the freshly hung dried radish on the fence, it didn't look like an uninhabited place. So he took the horse and went on. Gradually, the sound of laughter and laughter was heard, and there was also the sound of gongs and drums beating to accompaniment.

After passing through several earthen houses, there was a stone mill in front of the earthen house, and a donkey was tied to the mill, and the donkey knocked over the beans that had been pushed in half. I think it's a mistake to push the grinder to go to see the excitement.

Shen Li continued to move forward, and he arrived at the source of the bustle, a simple platform stood thinking that the woman in red, and the men and women below surrounded the platform.

The woman in red on the stage held a hydrangea and lowered her head shyly, this woman was quite beautiful but not sunset.

In front of the woman in red stood a middle-aged man, thin and spirited, dressed in a sackcloth shirt with mule patches but very clean. The middle-aged man's eyes were bright and his attitude was calm, he smiled and raised his hands, and said, "Fellow villagers, all fathers. In Xia Chen Dashan, this is the little girl Chen Qiuyi, the little girl is eighteen years old, and she can't be delayed any longer, so today she throws hydrangeas here to recruit relatives......"

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the audience began to coax:

"Good Peugeot ......"

"Throw it to me, throw it to me ......"

"Look this way...... Look ...... here."

“……”

Chen Qiuyi became even more shy when he heard this, but he couldn't help but look at the audience, the people in the audience were all local villagers, and their appearance and clothes were almost the same, but Shen Li, who was outside the crowd, had a good bearing and extraordinary clothes, which was very eye-catching.

Although Shen Li was surprised that there was such a hasty thing as throwing hydrangeas to recruit relatives, he didn't have the heart to watch the excitement, and asked a few people in a row, but no one had time to talk to him. He pondered that he could only ask in detail when the excitement had dissipated.

Chen Dashan on the stage raised his voice a few degrees more, and shouted almost hoarsely: "Be quiet, be quiet, and listen to the next word." ”