Today is the third day of the fourth month of the Wanzun calendar.

According to Jiang folk customs, every year on the third day of the fourth month, the house must be cleaned and fasted and changed, because the fourth day of the fourth month of April is the day of worshipping ancestors during the Qingming Festival.

From early in the morning, the whole Guyang Town has opened the doors of every house, washing the laundry, drying the quilt, and from time to time there are women's scolding and children's cries in the corners and alleys. On the streets that are not usually busy, there are also a few more stalls selling incense, candles and wreaths.

At noon, a tall and thin boy walked slowly from the east end of the town.

He has a square face, his eyes are unusually clear, under the straight bridge of his nose, the corners of his dry lips are slightly upturned, and his cheeks are as sharp as knives.

When passing by an incense candle wreath stall, the young man's footsteps paused slightly.

The stall owner was about to open his mouth to solicit, but when he saw the tall and thin young man smile apologetically, he turned his head and slowly walked towards the old house of the Sun family.

The young man is Sun Yi'an, who has just returned from Yangjiayao.

Sun Yi'an came to the door of his old house, took out the key hanging on his chest, opened the copper lock covered with green rust, and gently pushed the door open.

Looking at the courtyard with a little weeds growing in the cracks of the bluestone slabs in front of him and the doors and windows of the houses mottled with vermilion paint, he was a little stunned......

His family was originally one of the best solid families in Guyang Town, and his family handed down 100 acres of paddy fields from his ancestors, and there are still a few shops in the town.

But since he can remember, the family's life has been getting tighter and tighter year by year, until the death of his father and grandson, there is nothing but the old mansion in front of him.

I heard that his mother Luo suddenly got a strange disease just after he passed 100 days, and his originally plump body and bones quickly emaciated and aged, and after holding on for several months, he and his father died.

Everything in the world has always been a blessing, and disasters do not go alone.

Shortly after his mother's death, he also contracted a strange disease while he was still in infancy!

The originally chubby little baby, like his mother, quickly lost weight and shriveled, and was about to go with his mother.

This made his father and grandson, who had not yet recovered from the pain of losing his wife, very anxious, so he had to take him to Ningluo County, a hundred miles away, to seek medical treatment.

Who knew that in the huge Ningluo County, there were many famous doctors and saints, but no one could see what disease he was suffering from, let alone how to treat him.

Maybe it was his father's heart to save his son that moved the heavens, or maybe his life should not be extinguished.

Just when his father and grandson were almost desperate, one day on the street, he met a white-bearded wandering Langzhong, holding a white-edged and white-background Pingjin sail, with two lines of big characters on it: "Wonderful hands and benevolence specialize in curing incurable diseases, and fine virtue resolves the pain of all people".

This kind of traveling doctor who claims to be hanging pots to help the world is not uncommon, but most of them are swaggering and deceitful people, and they have no real skills.

In normal times, his father Sun Mantang would not pay attention to it at all, but at this moment, the young son's life is on the verge of death, so he has a trace of luck in his heart, and asks You Fanglang to take a look.

Who knows, it really made this Lang Zhong see the doorway!

After You Fang Langzhong finished checking the pulse, he twisted his long beard and said that he was overconsumed, so that he appeared to be old and decrepit.

It is necessary to use iceberg snow ginseng to consolidate the foundation, and the century-old astragalus peiyuan. Coupled with dozens of equally precious and abnormal tonics to take every day, you can temporarily save your life.

It's just that this kind of natural treasure is very valuable, and it can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

The seven generations of the Sun family have been passed down alone, and when it came to the generation of his father Sun Mantang, seeing that he was over fifty years old, he was looking forward to such a lone seedling as him.

After a few pairs of medicines, a trace of blood really regained on his immature little face, which made his father cry happily.

From then on, he ate all kinds of great supplements as meals.

In the first few years, relying on a solid family background, his father and grandson could still afford expensive medicine.

But after a few years, his family's life was stretched, so he gradually began to sell his shop, land, and livestock......

It wasn't until he was twelve years old that his father, Sun Mantang, also collapsed due to overwork, and soon after, he drove west.

Fortunately, his father was kind and kind during his lifetime, and when his family was good in those years, he often helped some poor families, but now he is the only weak seedling behind him, and the neighbors and villagers can't bear it in their eyes, so everyone helps to put it into the soil hastily.

At that time, he was still young, and at first he could still eat a full meal in the neighborhood. It's just that after a long time, I don't get very welcome.

Sometimes when he was very hungry, he would go up to the mountains to pick some wild fruits, or go down to the river to touch some small fish and shrimp to barely satisfy his hunger.

Later, the shopkeeper of the Yang family, who opened a brick kiln in the east of the town, saw that he was really pitiful, and was moved by compassion, so he recruited him to the kiln to do some chores such as counting the number of bricks and tiles, boiling water and serving tea.

Fortunately, his father Sun Mantang was very fond of him during his lifetime, and taught him to read and learn etiquette from the age of three. So although he was only twelve years old that year, he could write, read, and behave.

A group of potters on the kiln took pity on him for his miserable life, and they all took care of him intentionally or unintentionally, but also let him barely eat a mouthful.

The days have been four years in a flash, and now Sun Yi'an has reached the age of sixteen.

After cleaning the old house inside and out, it was already completely dark, Sun Yi'an pushed open the door of the side room where he had lived since he was a child, and lay on the wooden bed with his clothes, but he did not fall asleep quickly.

Because he knew that in the next two hours, the strange illness in his body was about to attack.

Sure enough, when the crescent moon on the sky turned from a faint imprint to a bright silver hook, an incomparably familiar scene was staged on time.

At this time, Sun Yi'an only felt that his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the blood in his body instantly flowed rapidly. An indescribable feeling of warmth flowed from the lower abdomen and slowly flowed to the limbs.

At the same time, countless tiny snowflake-like dots of multicolored light floated through the window, flying and circling around him.

As the blood flow in the body becomes faster and faster, those spots of light become more and more dense. Slowly, these points of light began to attach to his body, slowly burrowing from his mouth, nose, and skin into his body.

He knew very clearly what was happening to him, but he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, as if his body didn't belong to him. I can only silently look at those colorful points of light, and let them continue to burrow into my body.

Two hours passed slowly.

When the last point of light floating above his head also dissipated, he regained control of his body.

He sat up and rubbed his aching shoulder blades, and let out a helpless sigh.

The strange illness began when he stopped taking the drug at the age of twelve. He guessed that his father had exhausted his family's wealth and gave him medicine every day to cure this strange disease.

It's just that now the family is surrounded by four walls, and even a full meal is rewarded by Yang Laodong's family, how can there be money to buy medicine! Maybe one day, he will go with his father.

It's not terrible to die, it's terrible to know that you will die at any time, but you can't do anything about it!

He had been tormented and hesitant all these years, until he finally became numb and hopeless.

Early the next morning.

Sun Yi'an gave incense to his father's spiritual seat, locked the door and walked to Yangjiayao early.

Yangjiayao is located in a mountain col about seven or eight miles east of Guyang Town.

It's also quite magical, with red clay on one side of the col and green clay on the other, both of which are the best materials for firing bricks and tiles. As for the mountain behind the brick kiln, it is a Danxia land, with red, yellow, green, gray and white five kinds of strange soil.

It was nearly noon when Sun Yi'an returned to the kiln, and in the distance, he saw two carriages slowly walking towards the brick kiln, one after the other.

As a native of Guyang Town, he could see at a glance that the first vermilion carriage was the usual car of Yang Laodong's family, and he had never seen the horse-drawn carriage behind which was obviously one size bigger than Yang Laodong's family.

Sun Yi muttered in peace of mind: "No wonder the old club said yesterday that there was a big deal to discuss, and it was really a big customer!" ”

Thinking like this, the two carriages had approached, and he hurried three steps and two steps to meet them.

"Huh~~"

With a shout, the bamboo curtain of the carriage headed by someone was lifted, and an old man with a kind face and a gray and white robe came down from the car, which was none other than the old owner Yang.

"Hello old club!" Sun Yi'an stood with his hands down and said hello respectfully.

"Yi'an, have you incensed your father and mother?" Old Yang asked with a smile.

Just when Yang Laodong wanted to say something more, he saw the coachman in the carriage behind him jump out of the car quickly, set up the stool, respectfully lifted the curtain, and then walked down from the car one after another.

As soon as the old proprietor Yang saw the people in the car coming down, he hurriedly stuffed the reins and horsewhip into Sun Yi'an's hand, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

Sun Yi'an took the reins and looked at the two people, only to see that the leader was a middle-aged man wearing an ink-colored satin robe.

Standing behind the middle-aged man was a handsome young man with a long and prosperous figure.

"Presumably Brother Yang also knows that this time he is here for the white soil on this brick kiln. In the spring of the next year, His Majesty the Emperor will tour the west, and we will pass through Ningluo County. Now the county keeper has entrusted me with the construction of the palace......"

The middle-aged man, accompanied by Yang Laodong's family, walked to the mountain behind the brick kiln while talking.

The young man didn't say a word after getting out of the car, but just looked around curiously, and followed without hurrying.

When the young man passed in front of Sun Yi'an, he suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Sun Yi'an subconsciously raised his head slightly, revealing a shy smile.

But at the moment when he and the handsome young man looked at each other, there was a sudden stinging pain in his eyes, and there was a loud "boom" in his head, and his blood surged up in an instant!

The young man's dark eyes widened like two black swirls and headed towards him!

Suddenly, there was an incomparably familiar warm sensation in his lower abdomen, which flowed through his body in an instant, surging down his neck and head, towards his eyes! Immediately afterward, his eyes returned to normal, and the qi and blood in his body began to subside.

It all happens in just one breath!

He hurriedly took two steps back, and looked at the handsome young man again with some horror.

I saw that the handsome young man's eyes were black and white, and there was no black vortex.

"Huh!"

The handsome young man let out a soft sigh and looked at Sun Yi'an from top to bottom with interest.

At this time, the middle-aged man who was walking in front turned around and said, "Yu'er, hurry up." ”

The old proprietor Yang, who didn't know why, also turned around and looked at the handsome young man and Sun Yi'an with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, father."

The young man answered, withdrew his gaze from Sun Yi'an, and turned to follow.

Looking at the backs of the three of them gradually drifting apart, Sun Yi'an was in a trance for a while, if it weren't for the cold sweat on his back, he even felt that the moment he had just experienced was just an illusion.

It wasn't until the backs of the three disappeared from his eyes that he came back to his senses, and turned around and walked towards the stove room on the kiln.