The little boy was carrying a big bowl, and because he was afraid of being reprimanded by his mother, he ran next door with chopsticks.

Squatting at the door of the house, looking at Yang Hejiu on the roof, he continued to repair the chimney that would be unused.

Bow your head and pick up a layer of crust, the filling inside is wrapped in delicate and delicious osmanthus fish, and the dumplings with this filling make Xu Changan the most greedy.

Every time the kid came back from outside the city and had a harvest, he carefully picked a few and threw them into the pond with his hands that were still alive, and the rest was to knock on the door of the courtyard next door, saying that he would fish and you would make the stuffing and fabrics, and eat a meal of dumplings together.

Compared to other meats in the city, fish is much cheaper.

You don't even have to spend money to buy it, the river outside the city, there are a lot of osmanthus fish under the water, and there are still a lot of caught fish in the pond outside the courtyard.

Even if the fish are hidden deep, they will always be touched by the two teenagers who lift a few stones, and this delicate fish meat has become the favorite delicacy of the two teenagers.

Although osmanthus fish is much more expensive in other places, it is rarely sold for the fishing residents in this square city, so the price is relatively low.

The fish is eaten as a fresh, and due to the remoteness of Sifang City, the umami is naturally greatly discounted when it is transported to other places, and few people pay for it.

Even so, in Xicheng, osmanthus fish is a rare favorite to eat, not because it is cheap.

The picked-up filling still exuded an aftertaste, and it was rare for the teenager to be less impatient.

Yu Ming held a large bowl, chopsticks were still stained with some fish and ginger mixed stuffing, squatted on the threshold through the rain curtain woven under the eaves, and looked up at Yang Hejiu, who was holding an umbrella on the roof and carefully repairing the chimney.

lowered his head and took a bite, chewed carefully, and remembered that those fish should have grown a lot over the past year, and the small fishing net left by Xu Changan was also thrown in a corner of the house.

Time seemed very quiet at this moment, so quiet that it seemed that the sound of every drop of rain hitting the ground could be heard, and occasionally the sound of bricks and tiles under Yang Hejiu's hands colliding could be heard on the roof of the stove house, and more often it was the dumplings filled with osmanthus fish in the mouth and chewed carefully.

The war horse outside the courtyard gate seems to be bored, or wants to go to the pond and catch a few fish to try it, and poke his head into the pond, his throat gently rolling, a pool of raw fish soup...

It was also a rainy day, and the door under his butt was still closed, and about two steps in front of him sat a young man in a turquoise robe.

At that time, I seemed to have climbed over the wall to deliver a meal, remembering what that meal was made?

Yu Ming glanced down, thought about it carefully and confirmed that it should not be dumplings, only when the kid came back from outside the city touching the fish, he had this bowl of dumplings filled with osmanthus fish to eat.

Somehow, the two of them went into the water together, but he didn't touch as much.

That kid, sure enough, is suitable for fishing, what else do you say to open the mountain, what building are you going to go to, isn't this nonsense?

Before Liu Chunsheng left, he said that he would go to the capital to open a bookstore, and when the business was good, he could let himself help take care of it, learn to read and read, and maybe he could find a small official position in the capital.

Although I don't know what the capital is and whether there is osmanthus fish to eat, I always feel a headache when I stare at the words written outside the gates of the two courtyards, and I don't feel that there is anything good.

Yu Ming squatted on the threshold, but a bowl of osmanthus fish dumplings that he coaxed on weekdays had not been seen for a long time.

Not long after, Yang Hejiu had already trimmed up, Yu Ming was still squatting on the threshold, picked up his chopsticks and pointed to the house casually, and said, "My mother's bag, osmanthus fish filling, it's delicious." ”

Yang Hejiu nodded slightly, opened his mouth to thank him, then washed his hands and entered the room, sat on a chair and stared at the big bowl of dumplings and said, "My teacher said that eating should be in a sitting posture to facilitate digestion. ”

Yu Ming pursed his lips and said indifferently: "Maybe your teacher will squat at the door to eat now." ”

......

Yang Hejiu frowned slightly, naturally he didn't bother whether his teacher was sitting and eating or squatting now, and said, "You have something on your mind." ”

Yu Ming nodded slightly, "I heard Mr. Storyteller say that our country has another city in the south. ”

Yang Hejiu picked up a dumpling, revealing a rich filling, and nodded: "Yes, that city is called Wanqiu." ”

Yu Ming muttered to himself: "Wanqiu, what a beautiful name, which hill is from?"

Yang Hejiu picked up a dumpling and tasted it, feeling that the fish was a little too much, and it was not proportional to the vegetable juice.

After swallowing, he replied: "Hills of hills." ”

"Hills of hills..."Yu Ming still squatted on the threshold, muttered twice before asking, "You will take that kid to the capital, right?"

"He's going to the capital. Yang Hejiu shook his head slightly, he had never said that he would take him to the capital.

"He went to the capital to find his father, but my father is not in the capital, so I won't go. ”

Yang Hejiu didn't know what he meant, and after hesitating for a moment, he explained seriously: "I didn't want to take you there." ”

......

"How far is that city?" asked Yu Ming.

"Travelled early in the morning and arrived at noon the next day. ”

Yu Ming looked down at the dumplings that were still half left in the bowl, and muttered to himself, "It's not too far." ”

"That horse can be given to you. ”

The boy looked back in surprise, "Really." ”

Yang Hejiu nodded slightly, "It's true." ”

Yu Ming dropped his job, stood up and shouted, "I have a horse, I have a horse." ”

Then he turned to look at Yang Hejiu and asked again, "How long does it take to have a horse?"

"Half a day. ”

The young man nodded, "It's just half a day, I'm going." ”

"But you can't ride. ”

......

Yu Ming picked up the small umbrella and came to the outside of the courtyard, looked at the tall and big war horse and swallowed fiercely.

Walking to the side of the war horse, he said cautiously: "I can tell you, you have to be honest, if you drop me, I will..."

When I think about it, I think it's a little bad to threaten, after all, if you make it angry, you can't beat it halfway.

So the young man changed his tone when he spoke, "Ma'er, Ma'er, you are more behaved, let's go to that city in the south, called Wanqiu, have you heard of Wanqiu City?" How about we go together?"

I have to say that some people who can curse people are also coaxing horses.

Although I don't know if the horse can understand it, it seems that his temper is no longer so short-tempered.

It's like hearing the sound of drums and knowing that you are about to attack, and hearing the sound of gold and reacting that you are about to retreat.

If the drums of war had a language, no one could understand what the drum was vibrating, but they could understand what it meant.

Like the horse, the young man's lips must have been incomprehensible to some of the sounds that sounded strange to him.

But everything has a spirit, and it may not understand human words, but it was born in Wanqiu City, but it can know that the pronunciation of the two words in Yu Ming's mouth is extremely familiar.

Overlapping, it knew that the city Yu Ming was going to was the place it was going back to.

It's not just people who are trained, but horses also need to be trained.

He carefully led the horse to the gate of his courtyard, with a small umbrella covering the horse's head, and shouted loudly inside: "Mother, I have a horse, and I will arrive in a while, the city I told you about." ”

The war horse seemed to feel that he was belittling himself, so he didn't turn his head and squeezed out from under the small umbrella, facing the rain head-on.

Zhang had a freshly cut pin pinned to his head, and he was holding a large package in his hand.

There is really nothing to do about his son Zhang, these days he has beaten and scolded, but this stinky boy who basically has nothing to pursue except scolding on weekdays doesn't know what decoction was poured by the storyteller, and he doesn't even want to wait for the rain to stop.

I didn't pursue it, maybe I just felt that those things that were worth pursuing by others were not good for me.

But there were always a few fish in the pond, and when they heard what the birds that were nesting by the pond said, they began to want to go to the sea and take a look.

Look at the vastness of the sea, look at the enormity of the giant.

Zhang slowly walked out of the house and handed the package to Yu Ming, and saw that there was a horse outside the courtyard who thanked the gentleman first, and then hurriedly turned around and went into the courtyard and muttered: "The horse can bring more things, you wait a while, I will get you some food." ”

In the past few days, I have remembered that my mother always has a pin pinned to her head, and she always has an old-fashioned and ugly rough thimble on her finger.

It wasn't until the war horse was about to be overwhelmed that Zhang looked at the tall horse in a trance and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I've worked hard for you, don't be tired." ”

Yu Ming raised his hand and rubbed it on the horse's back for a while, then said to his mother, "No, it's strong." ”

Horses can't understand human speech, but sometimes children don't understand either.

Yang Hejiu thought carefully for a while, and thought that his mother should be a more fierce kind when facing Yu Ming.

Zhang Shi looked at his son again, and said coldly: "Don't fight with others outside, if you dare to make trouble, I will pick your skin when you come back!"

Yu Ming shrank his neck sharply and trembled: "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

Zhang Shi turned to look at Yang Hejiu with some anxiety and asked: "Sir, this kid always said that there is a city in the south, I went to ask those who went out to sea to fish, and they all said that there was indeed an army, but I was still not very relieved in my heart, and I was always afraid that he would catch something." Sir, you're from a big city, and you've seen a lot, so there's nothing wrong with that city, right?"

Yang Hejiu nodded, "There is nothing wrong with that city. ”

Zhang muttered, "That's good, that's good." ”

Although this gentleman has not had much contact with him, even after a short period of contact, he knows that he is a reliable person, and since he says that there is no problem, then there is no problem.

Yu Ming said a little proudly: "What's the matter, I said it all, what Mr. Storyteller said can be false?"

The two of them were slightly stunned when they heard this, and said what Mr. Storyteller said, is that true?

It's still early, but I can't stand the urging of people, and it's hard to hurry when it's late.

In this drizzle, Yu Ming led the horse out of the city, and the two stood outside the city and walked not far away.

With the support of his mother, Yu Ming carefully climbed onto the horse's back, grabbed the reins and didn't dare to let go, his whole body was attached to the war horse, and he was not afraid that the saddle would catch his body.

Fortunately, riding a horse is more about taming, and in the face of a trained war horse, as long as it does not resist and refuses, you just need to hold on to ensure that it does not fall off.

The small umbrella was quickly blown away by the wind and rain all the way, and Zhang walked away and picked it up and shouted, but it was muffled by the drizzle and the sound of horses' hooves.

The middle-aged nine-year-old boy in the drizzle walked towards the battlefield that belonged to him.