"Last night there were clouds and snow, and it was devastating, and the straw withered ......"

Zhang San hummed a song that was widely sung in ten miles and eight towns, and after being busy in the house, he alertly pricked up his ears and listened to Zhang Qinghe's conversation with his mother.

The boiling water stood on the fire, and bursts of white gas rose to warm the leaky room.

After boiling the pot of boiling water, he took out a few clay bowls from the cupboard, poured the hot soup into them, and hurried to the neighborhood.

However, when Zhang Qing heard this song, his brows furrowed, and he didn't know what to think. But he is dead in his heart after all, even if there are some waves about this matter, it is difficult to show it after all - it's not that everything has nothing to do with him, it's just that now he doesn't know what reason is worth moving forward except to live as long as possible.

He used to think...... At least he can return a light to the people of this great realm on the way of searching, which is the mission given to him by some great beings.

But the way he thought he was ahead now seemed to be broken, and the mountain on which he was leaning now seemed to be nothing.

Although there are people side by side, they are still groping for perfection, and there is fog in front of and behind them, where can the boat cross people?

...... However, in the end, he is still a human being, and there are contradictions and struggles at all, although he hesitates to cut off the future from himself, but in the end he still has the instinct to worry about everything.

This can be regarded as some manifestations of his soft and glutinous nature.

He ignored Zhang's accountability and embarrassment, and paid attention to the song sung by Zhang San'er......

"This tune ......"

Zhang Qinghe was also sitting, turning his head to look at the little boy who was leaving with the quilt, this milky white face was very childlike, looking at Zhang Qinghe and stopping him, Zhang San looked a little stunned.

"Do the officials think San'er sings well? Then you can ask the right person, even Uncle He thinks that San'er sings very methodically, and he is a famous character!"

Zhang San saw that Zhang Qinghe, who had always been indifferent, reacted to his song, and seemed very happy, and the child naturally would not restrain his emotions, so the smile was also revealed on his round face.

Zhang Qinghe looked a little dazed - he remembered that hundreds of years later, in Lantian County, the doll who was stabbed through the heart and lungs by him with a sword.

He is naturally not as smart as Zhang San, but his temperament is the same, and the smile between his eyebrows is also expressive. There was a remorse for the inability to do anything at that time, and I sighed in my heart, but I still made a decision.

"You...... Sing it again, and sing it all ......"

Zhang Qinghe beckoned and beckoned him to him.

Zhang San quickly put the quilt into the room, and then he was excited, and he jumped all the way to Zhang Qinghe.

The little boy then put himself on a stand, straightened his complexion, and formed a slight contrast with the still young and weak body, and paced up and sang—

"The chaotic clouds snowed last night, and they were disabled, and the straw was dry, and when you look at it, Qiongyu is crushed, disturbing the world and the world.

Xu is a guest in the palace, since three days, they have come and gone, patrolled the shuttle, extended the blessing of life, and gave away assets......"

Sure enough......

Zhang Qinghe frowned when he heard this.

"Why is that?"

The sick Zhang looked at Zhang Qinghe's unusual behavior, and he also looked a little confused-

She thought that Zhang Qinghe would talk to her about Jiang Zuo again, but she only listened to Zhang San sing a tune, as if her mind that didn't care about anything had a slight ripple.

Zhang Qing stretched out his pure hand between the bloated cuffs of cotton and linen, raised his hand, and stopped Zhang's questioning, he didn't care about whether he was polite or not, and asked with his eyebrows-

"Who taught you this?"

"Ah...... This is "Straw Song", the officials have never heard of it?"

Zhang San looked a little surprised, and then seemed to think of something, and explained carefully.

"I forgot that the officials came from outside, but this song has now spread all over Shili and Eight Villages, and the men who have some insight can call out a few voices.

It's just that it's not in tune, but it's two things. ”

Tong Er thought about it again, maybe Zhang Qing and Yi wanted to ask the origin of this song, or they were amazed by the lyrics.

After all, Uncle He said that the magnates in the county also like to watch joys and sorrows from this song, even if they are immortals, they are really not far behind.

"As I mentioned to the officials before, there is a class called Ruyi, who is most famous for singing this "Straw Song".

In this class, from the owner to the corner, they were all born in poverty, went to the poor to perform and scatter wealth, and went to the rich to raise funds, which was very popular with the people.

By the way, the officials came in a hurry, if the officials want to meet, I am afraid that in a few days, they will arrive in this Zhangjia Village.

By the way, the official, Lao Cunzheng said that I am a gifted, and he will make peace with him when the time comes, so that I can worship a teacher in the class freely, and I will have the resources to go to the county seat to treat my mother's illness!"

Zhang San's eyes lit up, and his eyes were clear, full of longing for the future-

Not only can he do what he loves, but also solve the embarrassment of the family, which is the most valuable time for him as a young child, joining the Ruyi class.

This kind of light moved Zhang Qinghe's dead silence in his eyes, but it was not enough to make much waves in his heart.

"So, everyone in the village has listened to this "Straw Song"?"

"Yes, even the dignitaries and dignitaries of the neighboring counties are praised for it!"

Zhang Qinghe's face was even darker when he heard this, but he was expressionless, and the change was not significant, so he turned his head to the unknown Zhang Shi and said-

"You're just going to watch him go?"

Zhang Qinghe vaguely felt that Zhang's secret was quite involved with Zhang San, and naturally, she protected Zhang San very well, and Zhang San had never been in contact with anything related to cultivation.

"How...... You still have such a ridiculous face, but you didn't want to see him run a cheap business and sing on stage, so you hurriedly came here?

Ahem...... If you want to stop him, although I am like a broken candle, I may not be able to ...... Ahem......"

The Zhang family has already regarded Zhang Qinghe as a guest of Jiang Zuo, and the sword in the language has not decreased. She couldn't figure out the intention of this person, so she had to look at Zhang Qinghe vigilantly.

However, she is relieved - these people are good-looking, and they don't want others to gossip about their own feelings, and they have always acted around that ridiculous "thoughtfulness" in handling things, and they will definitely not make any moves to hurt Zhang San.

"Official, mother, you are ......"

Zhang San looked at Zhang, who was hostile to Zhang Qinghe, and saw that Zhang Qinghe, who had no reaction to this and didn't seem to care about Zhang's words, was a little at a loss.

Half an hour later...... Zhang Qinghe, who had been silent for a long time, ignored Zhang's and spoke straight to Zhang San-

"The stage team can't cure your mother's disease. ”