Surrounded by green mountains on three sides, clear water and blue sky, the folk customs are simple and simple, and the smiling faces are enthusiastic.

Ruliang Village is the most primitive and simple, like a landscape painting, slowly unfolding in the eyes of Fang Zhile and Su Daiyu.

Walking out of the forest and then coming to this village, estimating the distance of one mile, and then Su Daiyu took Fang Zhile to the foot of a green hill and found the thatched house where Doctor Qi lived, but only a medicine boy watched the door, which made them even more disappointed, Doctor Qi went out to collect medicine, and he would not be able to come back for a while.

In desperation, Su Daiyu could only take Fang Zhile back to the village again.

"What should I do, if I can't find Doctor Qi, wouldn't the second senior sister ......" Su Daiyu gritted her teeth and muttered softly, feeling dazed and helpless for the first time.

"Don't worry, your second senior sister will be fine. Fang Zhile took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "You might as well go back and discuss this matter, and go buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar first." ”

"But you don't have any money, how can you buy it?"

"Didn't you have it?" Fang Zhile blinked.

"Are you deaf? I just said in the forest that I don't have any money. Su Dai snorted, this guy didn't know if he really forgot or fakely forgotten, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was looking for a beating.

"Women generally save money for their own money, why are you an exception?"

"What is private money?" Su Dai looked puzzled, obviously she had never heard of this word.

"Forget you're not married. Fang Zhile muttered to himself, naturally he didn't dare to say it blatantly, and smiled mysteriously, "It's nothing, don't worry, I have my own way, come with me." ”

"It's definitely a bad idea......"

Su Dai's eyes flickered, but her footsteps couldn't help but follow, and she was a little strange in her heart, how could Fang Zhile have a way to make money not long after he first came to this Ruliang Village, and he looked forward to some miracles happening next.

It's like the miracle that the second elder of Youyu suddenly attacked from Fang Zhile last night. I don't know why, she always has an indescribable expectation of Fang Zhile, as if he can survive any difficulties when they come, and finally laugh heartlessly and look like a thief who is underbeaten.

Thinking of Fang Zhile with a thief smile on his face, Su Daiyu's delicate cherry lips slowly hooked a charming arc, and she was at ease for a while.

The two of them quickly crossed an alleyway, turned a corner, and a shout suddenly came from the crowded crowd in front.

"Tell the story, tell the story, don't forget to have a scene when you pass by, this time I want to talk about the thing that happened on a mountain near our village, called 'Emei Zhangmen Tou Qi, Youyu two elders came to steal women'......"

A group of villagers, men, women, and children, gathered in a circle, stretched their necks and looked expectantly at the storyteller who was surrounded by them, and applauded loudly from time to time.

Mr. Storyteller is a middle-aged man in a gray shirt, with a good face and two beards, sitting on a wooden stool with a square table in front of him, shaking his head and starting to talk about a book.

Behind the middle-aged man, there were two fat men standing, with scars all over their faces, looking a little hideous.

Perhaps accustomed to seeing this scene, many villagers directly ignored the two big men, and their eyes fell on the middle-aged man.

Fang Zhile frowned and looked at this scene, secretly kept a heart on the two strong men, and was about to say something to Su Daiyu beside him, but unexpectedly saw the latter's angry eyes, and then remembered the story that the gray-shirted man was going to tell today, frowned, and hurriedly grabbed Su Daiyu's jade hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't think about it, wait for you to look at my eyes." ”

"Hmph, you dare to tell a story about this faction, I think he is worse than you. Standing behind the crowd, Su Dai snorted and said angrily.

Worse than me?

Fang Zhile smiled bitterly, why did he get involved with Lao Tzu again, he hurriedly coughed and changed the topic, "Don't worry, they will look good later." Let's go, I'll take you to the smashing field!"

"Smashing the field?"

Su Daiyu looked puzzled and was about to open her mouth to ask what this meant, Fang Zhile shook her head and smiled, without any more explanation, she directly took her little hand, squeezed forward into the crowd, and finally raised her voice and shouted, "Whose copper coin fell to the ground?"

......

Song Dayan was very satisfied with these villagers who had never seen the world, and then said some stories that had already been spread in the rivers and lakes but could not be passed on here, and the results were immediate, and soon the villagers continued to applaud, of course, after speaking, they would definitely get a few copper coins as a reward.

This is something that Song Dayan couldn't be happier.

Storytelling, it's nothing more than talking about some fights and killings in the rivers and lakes, and then talking about who died, who became a hero, and who married a girl from which sect, in addition to these old-fashioned stories, what else can you say?

Then he told these stories to some nearby villagers, satisfying his vanity, and at the same time, he could earn some money and go to 'Wenxiang Town' with a few brothers to drink a bowl of rice wine, and occasionally whistle and tease the girl who 'spends a lot of money'.

This kind of life is indeed very easy and fast.

The important thing is that he knows the second leader of the 'Bandit Gang', and the two are 'like-minded' together in the villages near a radius of 20 miles to cheat money by telling stories.

The two sturdy men standing behind him are the minions of the second leader of the 'Bandit Gang'.

Rhubarb, two cows.

The name is a bit vulgar, but it is durable, and it is not a problem to pick three, of course, don't meet the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

However, Song Dayan is not worried at all, the war has been going on in recent years, and those who have some ability have to fight bravely to kill the enemy, which master will take care of his own.

Song Dayan looked proud, shook his feather fan, squinted his eyes and said the book, "If you want to say that this Emei faction, it turns out that the second head of the sect has gone seven days ago, everyone lives at the foot of Emei Mountain, and everyone knows that the old nun once took in four female disciples, and then on the seventh day when the old nun died, these four female disciples Oh, guess what? Suddenly there was a fight......

Song Dayan said that the book was indeed tasteful, and he was startled, and gathered all the villagers' spirits, and when he was talking about the four women fighting, a small voice suddenly came out of the crowd-

"Whose copper coin fell to the ground?"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Without saying a word, all the villagers who were listening to the book bent down and looked towards the open space beside them, hoping that they could accidentally pick up the copper plates, but soon they were all disappointed, and then they all looked up.

"The money is yours?"

"No, no, my back hurts, so I bend down to take a breath. ”

"kid, you lost your money?"

"No, I'll see if the child is ...... pee."

Many villagers were stunned, and only when they found that no one had dropped their money, did they realize that they had been deceived.

Su Daiyu looked at the back of the person who was pulling her forward, and then looked at the villagers who were bending down around in surprise, with a look of disbelief, where did this guy come from, how could he make all the villagers bend down and then make a way out of the way?

Looking at the warm palm holding her little hand, Su Daiyu's heart was like a deer, pounding for a while, feeling that her cheeks were burning with fire, and she couldn't help but bow her head slightly.

The moment he heard the voice, Song Dayan closed the feather fan in his hand, opened his eyes, and then squinted at the young man walking towards him, glanced at Rhubarb and Erniu behind him, and said coldly, "Isn't it too much for Your Excellency to do this? You dare to deceive the villagers here, are you a dog looking down on people and looking down on the kind villagers here?"

The storyteller has some ability to speak, and in Fang Zhile's opinion, the storyteller in front of him is indeed a little intriguing.

No more than three points, of course.

Excited by Song Dayan's voice, many villagers surrounded them, glaring at Fang Zhile with anger on their faces, and they were all a little angry that this kid dared to lie to them just now.

Among the many villagers, there were also a few sharp-eyed people who recognized Su Daiyu beside Fang Zhile, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Hey, isn't this girl the third disciple of the Huikong Immortal Master?"

"Ah, it's really her, why does she look so beautiful in the blink of an eye?"

"Auntie, I still remember that she came here when she was a child, and her name is Su Yu, oh, Su Dai ......"

Several older women's eyes were bright, as if they had found a treasure, and they all went up to Su Daiyu, touching here and pinching there, feeling like their own treasures.

"Ladies and gentlemen, ......"

Su Daiyu's face was slightly red, although she didn't remember whether she had been here when she was a child, but looking at the doting eyes of the women in front of her, she couldn't fake it anyway.

What's more, since she joined the Emei faction, although it is very close to this village, the number of times she has gone down the mountain is not more than five times, and the general work of going down the mountain is done by the senior sister and the second senior sister herself, so it is normal not to recognize the people in the village.

"Hey, I said Dai Yu, why did you come along with this kid? Could it be that he is also a closed disciple of the Huikong Immortal Master?" a woman asked in a low voice of curiosity.

"But Huikong Immortal Master never accepts male disciples?"

"That's strange, girl, tell me what's going on?"

Several women pulled Su Dai aside and asked softly.

Su Daiyu was about to speak, when she suddenly noticed something, raised her head, looked through the crowd, and saw a woman with unkempt hair, half black and half white, about forty or fifty years old, standing there alone, with a withered yellow face full of wrinkles, stretching her neck as if she wanted to squeeze into the crowd to listen to what the storyteller was saying.

It's best to have a hero with a kitchen knife in those old-fashioned stories.

Hero.

Heroes of the world.

She kept thinking about it.

Su Daiyu secretly felt a little strange, but after only one glance at the thin woman, she withdrew her gaze, and then responded with a smile.

"Stinky boy, are you deaf, are you?, why don't you say anything?" Song Dayan waited for a long time and didn't see the young man in front of him speak, so he was immediately furious and waved his hand, "One deaf, throw it out for me, it's an eyesore here." ”

The two big men with big yellow and two cows were motionless.

Song Dayan frowned, turned his head impatiently and scolded, "Did you hear it, hurry up and throw him to me...... Huh?"

"Where are you going to throw me?" a faint laugh suddenly sounded in his ears.

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