Today's Qingshan Town is really lively, those drunkards who only know that they are drunk and dreaming of death in the wine shop on weekdays have come out, plus the shopkeepers and guys in a few shops next to it, twenty or thirty people actually surrounded the town entrance.

Everyone formed a large circle, and in the circle, two figures kneeling and squatting were faintly visible. From time to time, there were whispers of discussion and exclamations in the crowd, as if something great was happening.

And Mei Wangchen, as the party involved in this big bustle, at this time, he was squatting on the ground without any image and counting money.

A large amount of fifty taels of silver bills issued by Tongcai Bank, the silver bills were scattered with two or three ingots or ten taels, or five taels of large silver ingots, and then look at Mei Wangchen, he was taking out fragments of silver particles from a flowing cloud purse, thinking that there was no big ingot of silver, and he was taking some broken silver to make up for the final difference.

The broken silver particles, one by one, struck the silver ticket, making a snapping sound, and at the same time, it was also hitting the hearts of the surrounding onlookers of Qingshan Town.

This is white silver, looking at this posture, could it be that this broad master of unknown origin dressed like a flower child is really ready to take out a hundred taels of silver to buy this indifferent and abnormal boy who also knows the origin?

The townspeople of Qingshan stared wide-eyed, and they didn't dare to blink their eyes, as if they were afraid that they had missed something, and when they turned back to get drunk and blow water, if they couldn't tell others about this big excitement completely, what a pity......

The broken silver is getting smaller and smaller, the pockets of the clouds are getting flattened and flattened, and the money on the ground is getting bigger and bigger.

Mei Wangchen threw out the last grain of broken silver and sighed, "One hundred taels, it shouldn't be bad, have you counted it?"

The thin sword-eyed young man kept his head down, and when Mei Wangchen counted the money, it seemed that his head was slightly tilted, thinking that he was counting with him.

The boy's hoarse voice sounded, "Half or two more." ”

"One hundred taels are out, and if there are more than half a tael, one or two, I don't bother to count them again. ”

The thin sword-eyed young man was noncommittal, slowly raised his right hand, spat on the palm, and stretched out to Mei Wangchen.

A mouthful of foam and a nail, a slap does not make a sound.

That's the deal to sell yourself.

The townspeople of Qingshan next to him exclaimed slightly. They must be excited to experience such a historical moment.

Only Mei Wangchen looked at the thin little hand in front of him attentively, looking at it very seriously, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed slowly in this strange atmosphere, and if Mei Wangchen's hand was not clapped, it would not be done.

Squatting and kneeling, two figures of almost height are like a still ink painting, and the scenery stops at this moment.

The townspeople of Qingshan, who were looking around, exclaimed that they had just exited, and hurriedly yawned to hide their embarrassment, because there seemed to be something wrong with this transaction that was destined to leave a name in history, as if the generous young man surnamed Mei had temporarily changed his hexagram and was hesitating.

Whispers of chatter rang out in the crowd.

"Think?" the hoarse voice of the thin sword-eyed boy rang out again. On weekdays, many Qingshan townspeople have never heard this young man speak, and now they can hear it, but is his words a bit too much today?

As soon as the words "think" were finished, the young man's thin hand began to retract, and it was the action of withdrawing his hand that woke up Mei Wangchen, who was in a trance, and he raised his head to look at the young man and said, "What do you want?"

The thin sword-eyed boy just looked at him and didn't speak.

Mei Wangchen's eyes gradually focused, as if he finally remembered where he was and what he was doing, hurriedly smiled slightly, and then turned into that boring appearance again, "I'm sorry, I'm distracted, I'm distracted, hehe." ”

When he finished speaking, he spat on his own hand.

With a "snap", it slapped neatly on the thin young man's hand that had not had time to retract.

The townspeople of Qingshan who were surrounding were silent, like a group of stupid geese with their necks stretched out, and suddenly their necks were pinched, and they wanted to scream but couldn't, and their faces were flushed.

After a long time, when the thin sword-eyed young man stood up with the silver ingots and broken silver on the bottom of the fifty taels of silver tickets, they reacted, and the matter was really done!

They sighed, exclaimed, incredulous, and finally turned into a big "hey", it seemed a little regrettable, such an interesting big excitement, it ended so hastily?

The thin sword-eyed young man didn't say a word more to Mei Wangchen, took the silver, pinned the iron sword, hugged the corpse of the grass, and walked towards the town.

Mei Wangchen didn't look at the thin sword-eyed young man again, he just lowered his head, and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

The "big army" followed the thin figure away, and when seen from a distance, it seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. But Mei Wangchen didn't bother to take a look, and he didn't seem to be worried, the young man would sneak away after taking the silver, still squatting in place, I don't know how long it took before he slowly raised his head.

Only then can I see clearly that the corners of his crooked mouth are full of smiles, but there is no trace of a smile in those bright eyes, and there is only some indescribable meaning in his eyes, which is shining.

"It's funny, it's a pair of hands that are suitable for a sword. ”

Mei Wangchen's faint voice rose with the wind, scattered on the ground along the spring breeze, and it seemed that this sentence never came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Mei Wangchen didn't know what he remembered, he began to smile bitterly, and sighed heavily, he stood up, but he didn't move, standing for a long time, like a humanoid statue at the entrance of Qingshan Town.

It was a long time before a sentence came.

"Damn, my legs are numb......"

......

......

The biggest bustle in Qingshan Town today is not that the widow Sun in the east of the town went to the door of the house to scold the street, nor is it that a foreign tourist drank too much and played drunk on the street, not to mention that the old man in the town finally gave birth to a handle after giving birth to eight daughters in a row.

It's that the madman who sold himself to bury his sister at the entrance of the town really sold himself for a hundred taels, and it was a foreign fool who bought him.

Most of the people in the town were alarmed, and they followed the madman boy very clearly, and they were very curious, how did the money be spent when he sold his body for a hundred taels? Or was the madman going to run away with the money? Everyone had to watch and watch carefully.

This is a rare big bustle, and it will be a conversation point for wine in the future.

......

When the sun sets, everything has an answer.

There is a mass grave in every place, yes, there is a mass grave in every place, and now in this chaotic world, it is normal for a dead person to die, if the dead is a nameless and surnameless, and a stranger who does not know the origin of the grave, he is not thrown into the mass grave indiscriminately, the good ones are wrapped in broken grass mats and thrown into the soil, and the bad ones are thrown aside, there are always earth dogs and crazy wolves coming down from the mountains.

And the mass grave in Qingshan Town, but today is very lively, I don't know which big family suddenly got crazy, not buried in their own feng shui treasure, but to be buried in this mass grave, otherwise where will so many people come to the funeral.

Of course, it's not a big family that is stupid, it's just a madman and a fool.

Mei Wangchen and the thin sword-eyed young man stood side by side, the young man was not tall, and he had just arrived on Mei Wangchen's shoulder.

In front of the two of them, several hired coolies were digging a pit, and next to the pit was a fine gloomy wooden coffin, in which was naturally the sister who was already a little rotten.

In front of the coffin, there was a larger and deeper pit, and looking at the mound of earth piled up next to the pit, it must have just been dug.

There was a circle of people in front of the pit, naturally they were all people in Qingshan Town, I really don't know if they came to see the excitement, or if they wanted to send the hard-working little girl on the last ride, but most people's eyes were not looking at a madman and a fool at the front, but staring at the biggest pit, pointing and talking.

The reason is simple, because the big pit is filled with all kinds of strange things.

Exquisite and unusual kites of paper paste, all kinds of lively little sugar people, a few wooden sticks tied with straw are full of sugar gourds, a few drawers of steaming steamed buns, roast chickens and ducks are lined up, as well as embroidered skirts worn by little girls, broken jade jewelry, and of course, a few good broken green mountains......

The big pit is like a bizarre world, eating, drinking, wearing, playing, all kinds of things, emerging endlessly, piled up into a small mountain, it seems that all the interesting things in the entire Qingshan Town have been moved to the pit.

In the distance, there are naturally children who were taken out by their families to watch the excitement, looking at the delicious food in the pit, saliva can't stop flowing down, they don't understand, why are some good things thrown into the pit?

The adults looked distressed, as if the things that were thrown into the pit were their own, pointing and sighing, but there was no way, who told others to buy them with real money?

Mei Wangchen didn't know what the townspeople were thinking, she just looked at the "hill" in the big pit, shook her head slightly, and asked, "All of them are what she likes?"

The thin sword-eyed boy stood aside and let out a "hmm".

"Wine, she can't drink it. ”

"I'm cold, I love to drink, and I don't have the money to buy it. ”

"Hmm...... It's a pity that it's all buried, although most of everyone came to see the excitement, but after all, it's better to send your sister on the last ride, or not?"

I don't know if it's because Mei Wangchen made money, or because of other reasons, the thin sword-eyed young man is obviously not so indifferent, and he can accompany Mei Wangchen to say a few words.

"Money...... It's mine, I bought these for my sister. ”

Mei Wangchen touched a nail that was neither hard nor soft, and shrugged his shoulders casually, indicating that he would say so.

......

The coffin went to the ground, the thin sword-eyed young man grabbed a handful of soil, sprinkled it, and a few hired strong men began to fill in the soil, after all, it was specialized in digging graves and digging graves, and the craftsmanship was still good.

When the tombstone was erected, the atmosphere here in the mass grave changed, and no one whispered anymore, more solemn and a little sad.

The townspeople who watched the bustle, either in groups or in groups, walked up to the tombstone and bowed down.

It's a farewell, but it's also a gift.

Although the excitement is to be seen, after all, the dead are big, and the people in Qingshan are simple and simple, so they always have to worship one or two to show respect.

It is a sacrifice, and it is always necessary to return the salute, but the thin sword-eyed young man did not have the consciousness of being the master's family, he just stood silently in front of the stele, and the hand holding the sword gently rubbed the stele at this time, as if he was caressing his sister's soft cheeks, remembering something, thinking about something, and saying goodbye.

People knew that the kid was crazy and behaved differently, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

Although Mei Wangchen was also a fool in the eyes of the townspeople, after all, he was not really stupid, seeing that the young man with sword eyebrows was indifferent, but he couldn't lose his manners, he had no choice but to stand aside and bow to the people who came to worship.

The person who was bought was in a daze on the side, but the owner of the buyer was helping to return the gift, such an absurd scene was being staged in front of the mass grave in Qingshan, the whole process was like a mime, absurd and ridiculous, but extremely real.

......

The crescent moon hung on the branches, and I don't know who she was smiling at.

Green hills, mass graves, people have been dispersed.

There are only those left, the stupid Mei Wangchen and the crazy teenager.

The young man took a shovel and buried the last piece of soil for the big pit, a hundred taels of silver, and put it into the ground.

But there was not a trace of distress and pity on the young man's face.

Mei Wangchen stood aside, looked at the thin young man who straightened up, and suddenly said for no reason.

"My name is Mei Wangchen, the plum of plum blossoms, the hope of hope, the morning of the morning. ”

"Little sword. ”

"What?Xiao Jian?Xiao Jian?"

"Little sword. ”

"You...... Your sister can't be called Little Swallow, right?"

The young man named Xiaojian frowned slightly, but still said truthfully: "Xiaohua." ”

"Oh, oh, that's good. ”

Xiao Jian thought for a while, and asked hoarsely, "Young Master?"

Mei Wangchen is like a cat with its tail stepped on, "Don't, don't, don't, I'm older than you, you can just call me Mei Ge'er, or, uh...... I'm the third in the family, so it's okay if you call me Mei San'er. ”

"Third Young Master?" Xiao Jian frowned again.

Mei Wangchen was embarrassed for a while, "Can you remove the last two words." ”

"Well, Third Young Master. ”

“......”

The moon bends and shines on the green hills, and under the moonlight, two figures, one tall and one short, walk super far away, and one of them is talking.

The short figure hadn't looked back since he took the first step, nor did he look at the tombstone again.

Since he is called Xiaojian, he is like a sword, slashing the past with a sword, and constantly suffering from it.

There is a small flower on the grave, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, it was not destroyed in the evening excavation, it is moving in the wind at the moment, it seems to be reluctant, and it seems to be saying goodbye to someone.