Looking at the back of Mr. who seemed to be more energetic than usual, Wei Changpan was a little confused, since he knew that Mr. asked him to study for his good, he would naturally study the two books left by Mr. carefully. The scroll is a Confucian classic that can be seen in ordinary bookstores, but Lao Xiucai has always treasured it on the shelf, and it is rare to see him take it and read it carefully page by page.

After inserting the hairpin on her head, Mama Chen took out a handkerchief and wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, carefully folded it and put it back in place, and walked towards the big bamboo building that had already seen a sharp point. Several girls had kindly asked her why she always used this silver hairpin with emerald and faded color, and if she would like to take one from the dresser and give it to her, and she always smiled and shook her head.

The town is not big, no matter how young Mama Chen is, she will arrive in half an hour, and a few clever girls who see her face is not very good hurriedly brought over a cup of cold tea, although it is a small sip and a slow drink, a cup of tea will trickle down for a moment, and I feel better, so I got up from the chair and went to the stove room behind Xiaoqinglou to prepare for the evening meal. When she entered the stove room, Wei Changpan went to the stream early to wash and pick clean vegetables and vegetables and came back to prepare for the fire, she casually praised the child for being diligent and blushing, the skin was still a little thinner, the children of poor families would not pick too many vegetables, often leaving some insect eyes or gaps, she needed to do it, a whole green vegetable was often only left so tender that it could pinch out the water to come to the cabbage heart, which made Wei Changpan look at the vegetable leaves on the ground and feel distressed.

In just a few hours, the vegetables in the stove room have become beautiful and delicious dishes in pots and pans, Xiao Lan'er and Xiao Mei'er are busy serving the dishes, and Xiao Zhu'er and Xiao Ju'er have set up the tableware and called the four beauties downstairs to eat. The people in the town thought that the rich and noble people were not a feast full of big fish and meat, and the food in Xiaoqinglou was very different from this imagination, all of them were fresh melons and vegetables that had just left the soil that day, and the dishes with a light taste of less oil and less salt, and only a milky white fish soup made of white stone fish boiled in the stream next to the town, which was extremely delicious and was the only meat on the table.

Although there are many types, the four beauties only have a superficial taste of each dish, but the girl Yue is about to practice martial arts, and she still has chopsticks like flying when she adds an extra bowl of rice. When they put down the empty dishes and chopsticks, there was another uncontrollable hiccup, which caused the remaining three to laugh for a while.

It's just a joke, Qingcha rinsed his mouth and went upstairs, and it was Wei Changpan's turn to eat, and the girl Cui in white before going upstairs told Mama Chen two sentences, saying that this young man is the critical time to grow his body, and there should be more meat, vegetables, and meat on the table. Glancing at the young man who was pressing and pressing the tip of the rice that should have come out of the bowl of blue and white sea, he laughed secretly in his heart that this child's appetite is really not small, and one of them is almost worth the amount of food for the four of them.

It seems that the white-clothed Cui girl who stepped on the clouds was the last to go up to the second floor of the Xiaoqing Building, and the three beauties had been waiting for her for some time.

"Hill. The girl surnamed Gu who was holding the pipa had a sad face: "Are we going to stay in this town all the time?"

"Could it be that Gu Meisheng Gu Daxian still has any tricks that he hasn't said?" The cold woman who always looked down at a book raised her head at this moment, and her words were thorny:

"If we can settle down in this town, it's good to say, the silver on us is enough to spend the rest of our lives, but do you really think that we women can die of old age in this town in peace? I don't need to say the dangers on the way out of the city to this town, just because of the misfortune you caused can't be counted on one hand! Finally, when you get to this town, you want to go out to find your sweetheart in the neighboring state? You are very beautiful.... Then don't think too pretty. The beauty surnamed Cen said that, she looked down at the scroll in her hand and stopped talking.

Gu Meisheng hugged the pipa and his eyes were red, and the mist in Shui Ling's eyes seemed to be about to condense into droplets.

Wrinkling the two natural willow eyebrows that all women are envious, Cui Xiaoshan stopped Cen Lin's momentum of wanting to speak and stopped, and comforted the aggrieved former with kind words, and when she broke into a smile, she glanced at the one sitting upright with the sword, and the latter got up and went downstairs with her to the back of Xiaoqing Building.

Before she could speak, she had already guessed Cui Xiaoshan's general meaning, and she shook her head resolutely, "It's impossible, my little effort is better than Shang Ke, if it's really a life-and-death fight, I don't have much chance of protecting myself, Xiaoshan, you'd better prepare for the worst." ”

That's it.

Cui Xiaoshan squatted down and looked at the withered wildflowers born next to Xiaoqinglou.

The day when the flowers bloom again,

But how do people go back to their youth?

Yue Qingqing's expression was gloomy.

These helpless women like duckweed are probably like the words in the poem: chariots and horses are like tents.

I can only go with the tide for the rest of my life.

But they are unwilling, so they have to trek through mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles, to settle down in Xiaoqinglou in this town, to seek the freedom that is almost a luxury for women in this era.

Or end up locking yourself in another cage.

But Yue Qingqing really wants to go to the rivers and lakes that he has only seen in Cen Lin's evening book, take a look at the rivers and lakes where women can also be happy and revenge, find the lover who can be with him for a lifetime, see the thousands of miles of good rivers and mountains, and live the kind of life that he has never lived.

On the threshold of Xiaoqinglou sat a young man with a bowl of the sea, while pulling the hill in the bowl into his mouth, while looking at the direction of the head of the town with wide eyes, thinking about the mountain road out of the town that he had not been able to walk, thinking about the scene after walking out of the town around the green mountain, he was only this age, and when he earned enough silver, he built the most magnificent three-in-three-out big tile house in the town for his family, and then settled his father and mother, and then took the burden and went outside the mountain.

What are you doing outside the mountains?

He looked at the big locust tree at the head of the town, and remembered a book he had seen before.

Here's what the person who wrote the book said about one kind of person:

Words must be believed, their deeds must be fruitful, they have promised to be sincere, they do not love their bodies, and they go to the misfortune of the soldiers, who have survived and died, but they do not hold back their abilities, shame their virtues, and cover them with a lot of people.

Although what these people do may not be right in the eyes of the world, what they say will definitely be fulfilled; they will do what they have promised others; and they will certainly go back to save others in distress at the cost of their own lives.

These people are called rangers in the books.

The place where the ranger is located is called Jianghu.

He really wanted to go to the place called the rivers and lakes, walk out of this green mountains and green waters that gave birth to him and raised him with him, go to the lonely smoke of the desert outside the town, the endless Yangtze River rolling, the pavilions and pavilions, the green and willow-colored world, leave his footprints in some places, and when he is old, he can tell the children and grandchildren around him the story of his journey to the world, and then blow some innocuous calfskin.

The young man smiled brightly.