These days, Huo Jiang followed those businessmen and also knew some of the market outside the customs. But everything in the south, when you get to the Guanwai, the price has increased several times, especially tea, outside the Guan, only the rich can afford to drink, and Fujian tea is even more rare, and you can't buy it with money.

He even said that there was no need to be polite, and Mr. Xie smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, I rarely have a guest here." ”

Huo Jiang could see that Mr. Xie was very sincere, maybe it was as he said, he rarely had a guest.

Mr. Xie asked about the affairs of the Guannei from time to time, and Huo Jiang told Mr. Xie what he knew in as much detail as possible, for example, the Yellow River flooded the year before last, and the government sent people to control it for a long time without results, and a craftsman offered a plan to block the flood that rushed over. Hearing this, Mr. Xie sighed: "I really can't imagine what it will be like to have a surging wave rushing and breaking down the embankment houses." ”

Huo Jiang said: "Actually, I haven't seen it in my later life, but I have watched the tide in Qiantang in my later life, and when I want to come to the flooding of the Yellow River, it is also like that, but it is more dangerous, and there is no scenery to speak of." ”

Speaking of this, he was a little strange and asked Mr. Xie: "Mr. has been admiring the customs and customs of Guannei for a long time, why don't you go and see it in person?" In the past two years, the wind and rain have been good, and Mr. can go for a visit. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Xie sighed, a wry smile appeared on his lips, and he said after a long time: "I don't have this blessing anymore, I hope that one day, the little girl can return to her homeland, and I will be at ease." ”

Huo Jiang thought to himself, this Mr. Xie couldn't go out because of his inconvenient legs, but it was pitiful.

He asked: "Sir, you don't have to assert, when the spring flowers bloom and the snow melts, you can take Lingyan to the pass to take a look, but you don't have to go too far, although the North Zhili is not as beautiful as the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but there are many scenic spots, and the buildings are mostly majestic and solemn, compared with the small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, there is no such atmosphere." ”

Mr. Xie nodded, but did not say anything more.

Huo Jiang regretted a little, he had not dealt with people with disabilities, and he might not be able to understand the bitterness in the hearts of these people.

He diverted the topic and talked about the carving school of the Cloud Gate Grottoes.

In this way, Huo Jiang and Mr. Xie chatted for a whole afternoon, and had a simple and light dinner on the small building, Mr. Xie asked Huo Jiang if he wanted to play chess, Huo Jiang was originally a master of this way, and immediately readily agreed, and the two started to play chess, until the second watch, Mr. Xie called the old man named Fu Bo and took Huo Jiang to rest.

Huo Jiang's residence is a small courtyard, there is a plum tree in the yard, the branches are strong, obviously some years, the plum blossoms are blooming, the cold fragrance bursts, Huo Jiang is standing in the moonlight, the shadow of the old plum in front of him, the snow on the eaves is shining in the moonlight, he suddenly feels that everything in front of him is so unreal.

Huo Jiang twisted his thigh, it hurt very much, all this is not a dream, it is true.

Not only did he survive the death, but he miraculously came to such a wonderful place and met an equally wonderful person.

The next morning, he woke up early, and just as he wanted to go out into the courtyard, a servant came in with hot water to wash him.

The man who came, a man in his thirties, who seemed to be very honest, saluted him, and pointed to the basin of hot water, but did not speak.

Huo Jiang was a little strange, he remembered that when he walked in from the gate yesterday, he also saw a few servants, and he didn't seem to listen to them.

Thinking about it this way, he realized that since he came to this Zhuangzi, except for Mr. Xie, he had only heard Xiao Yan and Fu Bo talking, and even the few women who carried the kang table to deliver food last night did not say a word.

He asked the man tentatively, "Where are you from, how many years have you been here?" ”

It's really strange to say,

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These days, Huo Jiang followed those businessmen and also knew some of the market outside the customs. But everything in the south, when you get to the Guanwai, the price has increased several times, especially tea, outside the Guan, only the rich can afford to drink, and Fujian tea is even more rare, and you can't buy it with money.

He even said that there was no need to be polite, and Mr. Xie smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, I rarely have a guest here." ”

Huo Jiang could see that Mr. Xie was very sincere, maybe it was as he said, he rarely had a guest.

Mr. Xie asked about the affairs of the Guannei from time to time, and Huo Jiang told Mr. Xie what he knew in as much detail as possible, for example, the Yellow River flooded the year before last, and the government sent people to control it for a long time without results, and a craftsman offered a plan to block the flood that rushed over. Hearing this, Mr. Xie sighed: "I really can't imagine what it will be like to have a surging wave rushing and breaking down the embankment houses." ”

Huo Jiang said: "Actually, I haven't seen it in my later life, but I have watched the tide in Qiantang in my later life, and when I want to come to the flooding of the Yellow River, it is also like that, but it is more dangerous, and there is no scenery to speak of." ”

Speaking of this, he was a little strange and asked Mr. Xie: "Mr. has been admiring the customs and customs of Guannei for a long time, why don't you go and see it in person?" In the past two years, the wind and rain have been good, and Mr. can go for a visit. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Xie sighed, a wry smile appeared on his lips, and he said after a long time: "I don't have this blessing anymore, I hope that one day, the little girl can return to her homeland, and I will be at ease." ”

Huo Jiang thought to himself, this Mr. Xie couldn't go out because of his inconvenient legs, but it was pitiful.

He asked: "Sir, you don't have to assert, when the spring flowers bloom and the snow melts, you can take Lingyan to the pass to take a look, but you don't have to go too far, although the North Zhili is not as beautiful as the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but there are many scenic spots, and the buildings are mostly majestic and solemn, compared with the small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, there is no such atmosphere." ”

Mr. Xie nodded, but did not say anything more.

Huo Jiang regretted a little, he had not dealt with people with disabilities, and he might not be able to understand the bitterness in the hearts of these people.

He diverted the topic and talked about the carving school of the Cloud Gate Grottoes.

In this way, Huo Jiang and Mr. Xie chatted for a whole afternoon, and had a simple and light dinner on the small building, Mr. Xie asked Huo Jiang if he wanted to play chess, Huo Jiang was originally a master of this way, and immediately readily agreed, and the two started to play chess, until the second watch, Mr. Xie called the old man named Fu Bo and took Huo Jiang to rest.

Huo Jiang's residence is a small courtyard, there is a plum tree in the yard, the branches are strong, obviously some years, the plum blossoms are blooming, the cold fragrance bursts, Huo Jiang is standing in the moonlight, the shadow of the old plum in front of him, the snow on the eaves is shining in the moonlight, he suddenly feels that everything in front of him is so unreal.

Huo Jiang twisted his thigh, it hurt very much, all this is not a dream, it is true.

Not only did he survive the death, but he miraculously came to such a wonderful place and met an equally wonderful person.

The next morning, he woke up early, and just as he wanted to go out into the courtyard, a servant came in with hot water to wash him.

The man who came, a man in his thirties, who seemed to be very honest, saluted him, and pointed to the basin of hot water, but did not speak.

Huo Jiang was a little strange, he remembered that when he walked in from the gate yesterday, he also saw a few servants, and he didn't seem to listen to them.

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