Seeing the two juniors staring at him, the old farmer was a little embarrassed and said, "The old man hasn't eaten for two days, but it makes you laugh." ”

As soon as the little half-immortal heard the busy order, he went down to prepare for food, and the old farmer hurriedly said, "A bowl of Yangchun noodles will be fine." ”

The food was quickly prepared, one meat and one vegetable with a big bowl of shredded chicken noodles, and the old farmer was really hungry, and there was no noodle soup left.

Looking at his gobbling up his food, the two brothers and sisters of Little Half Immortal and Half Immortal Yao also muttered a little in their hearts, this old farmer is also so miserable that he hasn't even eaten a full meal at such an age.

The old farmer had just finished eating, and another little man came to report that a blind mother-in-law had come to find Banxian Renxin.

The little half-fairy asked the half-fairy Yao to accompany the old farmer, and went to greet him again, the person who came was really a blind old woman, but compared to the old farmer just now, this blind mother-in-law made herself very clean, and the clothes she wore were decent, and she was holding a strange snake-headed cane in her hand, which made the little half-fairy a little uncomfortable, and the old woman's eyes were exactly the same as snakes.

As soon as the little half-immortal stepped forward, the blind mother-in-law said, "Why isn't it a half-immortal?"

The little half-immortal said: "Uncle is not in the house for something, but in the lower little half-immortal." ”

The blind mother-in-law snorted, "Uncle, are you a little half-immortal?"

The little half-immortal said: "It's the junior." ”

The blind mother-in-law stretched out her hand and grabbed the wrist of the little half-fairy impartially, and the little half-fairy felt that the hand that held her wrist was like an iron hoop.

The blind mother-in-law probed the pulse of the little half-immortal with two fingers and let him go, "The inner breath is strong and powerful, it doesn't look like it's sick." ”

The little half-immortal said: "Mother-in-law, please follow me into the house first." ”

Xiao Banxian wanted to help her, but the blind mother-in-law didn't appreciate it, and said directly: "You can lead the way in front, and the old woman doesn't need someone else to support her." ”

The little half-immortal immediately said, "Yes." ”

Along the way, the little half-fairy was in front, and the blind mother-in-law followed, whether it was a step or a fork in the road, the old woman did not miss a single time, it seems that her ear power is indeed very good.

When the little half-fairy led the blind mother-in-law into the flower hall, he noticed that the old farmer's expression was obviously stiffened, and the blind mother-in-law also stopped and asked coldly, "Who else are you in this house?"

The old farmer stood up and shouted to his blind mother-in-law, "Third Sister Hua." ”

The blind mother-in-law's face immediately became ugly, almost with a question, "Why are you here?"

The old farmer was very embarrassed, "I came when I received the letter. ”

The blind mother-in-law said coldly to the little half-immortal: "The Tao is different, don't conspire with each other, tell your uncle, I'm leaving." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

The little half-fairy and the half-fairy Yao were stunned, and the old farmer stepped forward to block the blind mother-in-law's way, "Third sister, after so many years, please forgive me." ”

The blind mother-in-law sneered, "You didn't do anything wrong back then, what to talk about forgiveness." ”

One wanted to leave, the other stayed, so they froze in place, and the little half-fairy brother and sister also walked over quickly when they saw this, and the half-fairy Yao softly coaxed Granny Hua, "Mother-in-law, dissipate your anger, come in and sit down." ”

Granny Hua's face finally softened, and the little half-fairy compared the old farmer to the outside, and the old farmer understood, seeing that Granny Hua no longer insisted on leaving, she and the little half-fairy went out of the flower hall and asked the half-fairy Yao to accompany her.

After leaving the flower hall, the little half-fairy led the old farmer around the house, walked to a pavilion and sat down, and the little half-fairy asked: "Master Huang, you have a holiday with that flower mother-in-law?"

The old farmer smiled bitterly, "I blinded her eyes." ”

The old woman was about a little old, with a kind face that made people want to pounce on her knees and cry aggrievedly, she walked up to the villagers step by step, as if she was still a little breathing, and asked: "How many villagers, old and rotten like a strong man who robs a house?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously seemed to come closer to speak, but was swept away coldly by Bai Shuilan, and shrank back in flattery, and then looked outside before pretending to be mysterious and said: "This guest officer, to tell you the truth, as soon as you say that you want to enter the workshop, the villain will see it, you don't look like a person who just wants to have a good time." "Oh, then who should I be," Gu Yanyan said quietly.

He pointed with his hand to the shoemakers around him who were staring at me with stammering eyes, and to the change in the straw sandals, and then respectfully threw the sandals over. The straw sandals hit me in the stomach and bounced to my feet.

She calls herself a Jianghu Langzhong, she has a lot of beautiful temperament between her gestures, and she doesn't smile, her face is cold, and the woman is a little restrained when she sees it.

The cold-faced Taoist priest saw that there was still a farmer with a thin red belt and an honest face standing next to the Li family, and then looked at the old people and children all around, and he was not picky about the dilapidated of his house, so he nodded slightly and took Xiao'er's hand and walked towards the courtyard, leaving only a bunch of villagers who regretted not starting fast enough to gather in front of the courtyard gate of their house for a long time to continue gossiping.

A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, sitting on a rock next to her. The black and red cheeks were covered with dust. She didn't shout like some hawkers, but only answered a few words when someone came to ask, and always kept her head down and seemed a little shy when she spoke.

Sister-in-law Fusheng wiped a touch of sweat, and when she was about to fight for a hard hoe, a thick arm had already taken her hoe over, and when Sister-in-law Fusheng looked up, she saw Liu Ying taking off her shirt and standing in front of her, and her whole face was covered by Liu Ying's eyes.

A veteran in his fifties, even the soldier's wife is dressed like a countryman. It was clear that they were not the same couple, and that the woman looked at least twenty years younger than the man. Broken green cloth bun head, coarse cloth jacket, face of terroir, children with yellow nose, always hungry. The soldier didn't have a firearm, he had a beard, he didn't shave, and he was full of good words, unlike other poor soldiers who were fierce.

The man looked at him, a man of forty or fifty years old, with a very dark face and many wrinkles on his face, a simple and industrious farmer. Compared with him, Ma Wei is full of confidence, feeling that he is so white and looks like Pan An.

"You go out first, and then come back when the water is boiling. The cold-faced Taoist priest was impatient that Li was always trying to find out his identity, as well as the origin of the little tiger and the baby girl behind him, and after looking around the simple and rough room, he casually put the back basket on the ground and said lightly.

The eagle-nosed, squinted-eyed overseer is a bit imposing. At first, he seemed unaware of the old leader of the peasant workers, and stood respectfully waiting for questioning. He first looked at the peasants who were bending over to the left, and could not hear the accent of their conversation. He stood high on the backs of these slaves, threw the whip under his armpit on the side of the road, took out a paper cigarette from his pocket, lit it and smoked it. Then he glanced at Chen Zhuang.

He understood, and next to him was an old man with a shriveled mouth. The old man's clothes were unseemly. Xiaohe immediately became brave. He despised the poor, hated the poor, and was not at all polite to the poor.

I saw that the guy was busy up and down, and he whispered loudly, and the person who came greeted him with a smile, and the send-off guest was also bent over and laughed. "Guest officer, please, how many of you?" saw that the little two who picked up the guest nodded and asked with a smile, this group of actions was natural and coherent, but there was no hint of fakeness.

The messenger looked in from the gate, but saw no one. Two or three flower ducks trampled around the shadow wall. The messenger walked into the courtyard again, and when he saw the little girl ring kneeling in the corridor, he jumped out in one step, and wondered in his heart. He went to the house next door to deliver the letter, and he told the doorman about it.

The group hurried all the way to Shou'an Hall, and when they arrived at the door, Minglan breathed a sigh of relief, helped the sideburns, and with the report of the maid at the door, Minglan stepped in, lowered her head and walked slowly, and when she caught a glimpse, she saw the old lady sitting on the head.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, is there anything wrong with the donor?" After getting the view, Gao Miao hurriedly walked a few steps, grabbed the front, reached out and grabbed the door knocker, knocked a few times, and after a while, the door "creaked" and opened a gap, and a little Taoist boy about thirteen or fourteen years old flashed out of the crack in the door, squinted at Li Xian's master and servant, and then looked at the palace car not far away, but did not have the slightest panic, just made a joke, and asked calmly.

This team, the people are more relaxed, the turtle slave opened the curtain of the door, led them into a room, went in to see, it was very gorgeous. By the side window, there was a sofa and a sleeping chair, and a woman in her forties was lying on the phone. When he saw the three people coming in, he didn't pay attention to it, only glanced at it with his eyes, and went to call her.

Entering the middle hall, but there was no one inside, Fan's mother led Minglan straight to the side compartment in the west of the main house, the courtyard was full of maids and women coming in and out, everyone was in a hurry, carrying water and basins, but there was no sound. Then he walked west, and before he could enter the door, he heard the voice of the voice inside, accompanied by a low cry.

"The old minister knocked to see Your Majesty. In an unbearable loneliness, a hurried footsteps sounded, and Dai Zhide, who was sweaty, had turned out from behind the screen, and this time he saw Gaozong sitting on the couch with a black face, Dai Zhide's face changed instantly, but he didn't dare to look more, and he hurriedly rushed forward, and he wanted to pay a big salute.

"Squeak ......" After a tooth-barrenking sound, a small closed door in the backyard of Zhao's mansion was pushed open from the inside, and then, a small lantern stretched out from the crack in the door, and after shaking a few times, the little girl purple cuckoo thief head poked his head out of the crack in the door, looked around nervously, and saw that there was nothing wrong, so he sighed lightly, and the cat bent out the back door, looked back and waved to the door: "Miss, no one, hurry!"

The old mother took her along the corridor, walked through two golden courtyards, and when she entered the third place, she saw a young man on the high steps, holding a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, standing there with a smile, and nodded slightly. It was none other than Song Qiangni, who used to sing drum books and is now the teacher's wife.

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