"Little boy, you are a rich and noble family, how can you work in the fields?"

When the rickety figure saw Zhou Gan suddenly running into the wheat field at this moment, and following him to cut wheat together, his expression suddenly changed, and his cloudy eyes showed a touch of surprise.

After all, the young man in front of him was richly dressed and had a delicate face, and he could recognize him as a rich son at a glance, and this rickety figure was like an old peasant, with vicissitudes on his face, ravines in his hands, and dust under his feet, and seemed to be people from two different worlds.

"It's okay, grandpa, I'm also working at home, and I'll tell you the truth, I've been burning the cauldron for three years!"

Zhou Qian looked at the rickety old man and said with a smile, as if showing off the heroic deeds of burning the cauldron in the past three years.

"Hahaha, that little boy is really a strange person, and he has been burning the cauldron for three years!"

The old man laughed, and he had a trace of interest in the little boy in front of him.

He immediately sat down on a bundle of wheat, put down the firewood knife in his hand, and looked up at the sky.

"The little boy must have traveled with his elders and passed by here, right?"

As soon as Zhou Qian heard this, he was immediately surprised, and immediately nodded, and then put down the firewood knife and sat down with the old man, raised his head and whispered: "Yes, old man, how do you know?"

"Haha, although you look like a nobleman, you are not deeply involved in the world, and you can't read people and things, which is reasonable, as long as you reach my age, you may understand. ”

The old man smiled at Zhou Qian, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Huh, so old!"

Zhou Qian muttered, with a hint of melancholy on his face.

At this moment, a rough voice came down Mai Lang: "Dad, don't be busy, take a break." ”

As soon as this voice appeared, Zhou Qian immediately stood up and looked at the source of the voice, it was a middle-aged man, very tall, dressed in gray clothes, his cuffs were rolled up, revealing strong muscles, and on his right hand was followed by a child who was about seven or eight years old.

"Dad, Xiaosui has always wanted to follow, and I have no choice but to let her follow. ”

The middle-aged man said again, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"What?Xiaosui, who asked her to come?Why don't you go to the academy, what are you doing here?!"

As soon as the old man heard this, he immediately stood up and scolded the middle-aged man angrily, with anger in his tone.

“......”

The middle-aged man didn't dare to speak, so he had to silently look at the little ancestor who was holding his left hand.

"Grandpa, granddaughter has come to see you!"

As soon as the child saw the old man, he immediately shouted, and immediately trotted all the way over, his voice sweet, although immature, but it had a very strong penetrating power.

"Oh, isn't this our little fairy, come, let grandpa hug, it's so good, I know to come and see grandpa, it's good, it's good, hahaha. ”

As soon as the old man saw his granddaughter running over, he immediately greeted her, picked her up, and lifted her high.

“......”

“......”

The middle-aged man and Zhou Qian were speechless, and the contrast was too great...

"Dad, who is this little master?"

The middle-aged man also saw Zhou Qian at this moment, so he asked softly to the old man.

At the same time, the girl looked at Zhou Qian with a pair of crystal clear eyes.

"This little boy is a rich man, and when he passes by the wheat field, he helps me cut the wheat. ”

The old man hugged his granddaughter, glanced at Zhou Qian, and then said, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Ahem, boy Zhou Qian, passing by here, I saw the wheat waves like a tide, and I saw that there was only one grandfather, so I helped out, just a gesture. ”

Zhou Qian clenched his fists slightly towards the middle-aged man, and then spoke softly, with a sense of modesty in his tone.

"Thank you, little boy!"

Although the middle-aged man was tall, when he heard this, he also hugged his fist slightly towards Zhou Qian to show his gratitude.

"Does the little brother also go to the academy to study?"

Suddenly, the little girl who was being held by the old man at the moment looked at Zhou Qian with a pair of clear and immature eyes and asked softly.

"Huh?"

Zhou Qian was asked by this little girl, and his little face turned red, and he didn't know what to do.

Although he was familiar with the classics since he was a child, he never went to the school, because the Zhou family was still martial, and he didn't pay attention to the literary matter, like his eldest brother and second brother who had only learned some and threw themselves into the conquest. As for him, he is usually playful, and he has never been to school, but his mother taught him to read and write.

"Ahem, I've been to the school, I've been to ......"

Zhou Qian said embarrassedly at this moment, his little face became even redder, and his eyes immediately turned to the golden wheat wave.

"Hahaha......"

When the old man and the middle-aged man saw Zhou Qian's state, they all laughed, only the little girl's eyes showed a trace of innocence and immaturity, and she believed it.

At this moment, Zhou Gan's face turned even redder, and he even felt a trace of hot pain.

"Stinky boy, it's time to go, it's not too early, don't miss the hour!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came, with a hint of coldness, and even the golden wheat waves stopped surging under this sound and calmed down.

When Zhou Qian heard this voice, he knew that it was the sloppy old man who was urging, so he said goodbye to the three ancestors and grandchildren of the wheat field, and immediately ran towards the avenue.

Shen Yin was standing on the avenue at this moment, looking at Zhou Gan who was running over, his eyes showed a trace of indifference, and before he could get closer, he had already moved forward, leaving Zhou Qian to chase after him.

"Old man, wait for me, wait for me, do you want to go so fast?"

As soon as Zhou Qian saw that this old man was so unreasonable, he obviously shouted to himself, but he took the first step forward, and immediately became angry, but he couldn't help it, so he had to be angry and keep chasing behind.

On both sides of the avenue, the wheat waves are rolling, setting off waves, regular and natural, there are laughter and laughter in this wheat field, and their eyes are looking at the avenue.

......

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

The rivers are turbulent, carrying the sound of thunder, into the momentum of the sky, and roaring towards the endless sea.

Zhou Qian rushed for a long time to catch up with the sloppy old man, he didn't speak along the way, he was sulking, and he walked forward with his head down, but there was a sound of waves in his ears, and there was a trace of water vapor coming from the surface, which made Zhou Qian's spirit for a while, and he immediately rushed forward.

It was a big river, dozens of zhang wide, lying across the earth, the water was turbulent, and it was very deep, after Zhou Qian threw a stone, he only heard a rumbling sound, and then disappeared.

"Mom, how did this pass?"

Originally, he ran over with joy and thought it was a small stream, but who would have thought that it would be a big river, rolling away, Zhou Qian's heart sank, and he didn't know what to do.

The sloppy old man followed silently at the moment, looking at the big river, his face did not change, and he didn't seem to take it to heart.

As soon as Zhou Qian saw the sloppy old man coming, his face changed, and he mustered up the courage in his heart to cross the river by himself.

"Stinky boy, you have thought clearly, your little body is like a dumpling, and it disappears in an instant. ”

Shen Yin looked at Zhou Qian's actions, and opened his mouth lightly at this moment, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of dumplings!"

Zhou Qian didn't know where he got the courage, one foot was about to step into the river, and even his shoes were wet by the waves.

"Hmph, stinky boy, and temper. ”

As soon as Shen Yin saw Zhou Qian like this, he immediately came to him and trembled.

“......”

Zhou Qian was speechless in pain, and he didn't dare to speak at the moment.

"Hmph, I have a temper, and I have a very good appetite for the old man. ”

As soon as Shen Yin finished speaking, he directly waved his robe, rolled up Zhou Qian, carried it on his back, and then stepped into the river...... Baidu takes a look at the latest chapter of "Immortal Tomb Masterpiece Literature" to read for free for the first time.