"Uncle, there!

The dog's voice came from a distance, and the honest boy's voice was so loud that the person was still in sight, and the voice had already entered the eyes of the little boy.

"Multi-...... Thank you for the rescue. ”

Zhang San was slowly placed on the shore by Zhang Qinghe, as if he had palpitations. He took a closer look at Zhang Qinghe's clothes and thanked him tentatively.

But the appearance is solemn, and it is not easy to be performed so decently by a little doll.

Zhang Qinghe glanced slightly, but still did not react, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were also expressionless, as if he would no longer be sad because of any mundane trivialities.

Zhang San asked, and when he saw that the official who seemed to be a "fairy" did not react, he felt a little bored, and a cloth coat stained with water stains because of Zhang Qinghe's soaked plain brocade white clothes made him tremble, squatting down and rubbing his hands to absorb the remaining heat.

From a distance, I am afraid that it looks like a burlap glutinous dumpling that is constantly trembling and shrinking.

He's still a child, and although he has some minds, he can't compete with the curiosity that bursts out of his heart after all-

"Where do the officials come from?"

"The officials have just come to me in an instant, but the gods in the county town?"

"Do immortals like to listen to music, will they go to the hook bar on ordinary days?

After all, Zhang San's sentences are like beads, and he has a natural affinity and familiarity with Zhang Qinghe, so he is not afraid of hating this person who seems to have a very good background.

The "immortal" in front of him still didn't respond, as if he had just taught a few words, and he had exhausted all the strength of his body, and his spirit was no longer there.

"Where are the people?!"

After all, there was a noisy human voice approaching, Zhang Qinghe was naturally not surprised, he didn't even bother to waste his strength to take a few more looks-the faces of these ordinary villagers had long been burned very clearly in the perception of the soul.

"There! Muramasa, Uncle He, Uncle Datong, there!"

The dog pointed in surprise and snorted softly—

"Didn't that person be rescued by San'er? It seems to be a little stunned by the drenching, and he is really straight and pestleed!"

When everyone heard this, they looked at the shore, and sure enough, there was a handsome white offspring dressed in good material standing with the little boy they loved the most in the village, although he had been soaked in the water for a long time, and he looked extremely embarrassed when he was wet, but he could not hide the smell of dust.

Everyone then felt light, put down the hemp rope, basket, and burden in their hands, and went to where Zhang Qinghe and Zhang San were.

"This afterlife is really handsome......"

"Oh, how can there be such a handsome offspring, it is just my tiger girl who is waiting for the word boudoir, if you are looking for a matchmaker in the east to talk about a matchmaker......"

"Come on, Tuzi, people look like the big man from the city, your tiger girl's arms are thicker than Zhang Dog's legs!"

"Hahahahahaha......ha

The dozen or so young men laughed from afar, followed by a cautious old man with white eyebrows, the old man didn't mix with the jokes of these men, and reluctantly pursed his lips and smiled.

Like Zhang San, he looked at Zhang Qinghe carefully, as if he wanted to think about it, and listened to a few people's jokes, so he persuaded -

"Well, then the next life is all drenched, take the jacket I have brought with me, and wrap it with him. ”

From the original to the shore of Weishui, it was only a few steps, especially the man who came was completely healthy, and it didn't take long for Zhang Qinghe and Zhang San to get close.

"Alas, it's a cold day, and it's so wet that it's so white that it doesn't bleed much.

Baby, hurry up and put it on!"

Although Zhang He had some knowledge, when he saw Zhang Qinghe's "miserable" appearance, he immediately left the shackles of identity behind, and looked distressed and concerned.

The jacket on the village is his own old clothes, and there are some slight holes between the old linen, revealing the wisps of cotton wool, but it is still the warm clothes on the top of the village.

However, when Zhang Qinghe heard this group of people, he only bowed slightly, took the jacket solemnly, and then started to be stunned, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"This ......"

"Isn't it polite to be in the future?"

"You're polite, the offspring. ”

"But his eyes are like dead fish, so he doesn't necessarily have any reaction?"

"Hugh is babbling!"

Zhang He saw that Zhang Qinghe took the jacket and didn't put it on, he was stunned for a moment, but his mind turned around again. It just so happened that at this time, the butcher at the entrance of the village also said what he thought in his heart-

"Maybe this has just come out of the icy water, and his soul has frozen, and he won't be able to turn it around for a while! ”

"yes...... One day I went to the back mountain to hunt wild animals, and I saw a big blue wolf, which must be as tall as a half-butcher!

I was immediately so frightened that my legs trembled, and I didn't slow down for a long time. ”

"Hahahahaha, Dazhu, you brag. ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to scare the pee!"

Zhang He didn't pay attention to the words of these idle men, Lao Cunzheng reminded him, and when the staff was slightly topped, he came to his senses, and took the jacket back from Zhang Qinghe's hand, and shook the snow on his head.

"In the next life, if you don't get up, I'm afraid you'll get typhoid fever tomorrow. ”

After that, he put his jacket on Zhang Qinghe's body, and the coarse linen clothes wrapped the delicate brocade, which looked a little bloated, but in the eyes of these villagers, Zhang Qinghe's body finally had some warmth - the soaring white air rose from around Zhang Qinghe's body.

"Well, that's right. ”

The villagers were finally satisfied, smiled, sat him down on the ox cart beside him, and handed him a stove with a slight warmth.

"Officials, please wait, they are some ignorant and rude words, and I will forgive me.

However, the official is now wet like this, why not go to the village to rest for a while, change the single clothes, and drink some hot soup. Otherwise, if you feel the wind and cold, I'm afraid it will be troublesome. ”

It was Muramasa who said this, and they didn't see the scene of Zhang Qinghe saving the boy, so they thought that although this person was richly dressed, he must not be able to get along with the monk - after all, how could a dignified monk be drowned in the water?

Seeing that Zhang Qinghe didn't speak, Muramasa was not annoyed, but just pulled Zhang San over and rewarded him with a few chestnuts on his head.

"If the elders don't arrive, they will go into the water by themselves, who gave you the guts?

Fortunately, it is a noble and auspicious person, otherwise such a big wave would be enough to drown ten of you!"

Zhang San was in pain, with tears in his eyes, but he didn't refute it—or he couldn't refute it.

If Zhang Qinghe hadn't saved him in time, I'm afraid it would have been him who sank under the Weishui today.

"San'er knows his mistake. ”