Besides, Zhang Xiaolin and his entourage, continue to go south, arrived at Changsha County, Zhang Xiaolin specially went to the place where he lived in his childhood, the medical shrine to see, the stone plaque of "Shengwei" is still there, "civil officials get off the sedan chair here, military attachés get off the horse here" The stone tablet is still combed next to the Shengwei, time has passed, as for whether there are still civil and military attachés passing through this place, it is not possible to get off the sedan chair when they get off the horse, it is unknown.

Most of the Zhang family has moved to Chang'an City, and there are only a few old people left here who are guarding the old house, and Zhang Xiaolin gave each of them some broken silver and a few copper coins to let them continue to guard.

The group went south along the Xiangjiang River and soon arrived at the intersection of the Weijiang River.

The entrance to the Weishan faction is at the source of the Weijiang River, and you only need to walk along the embankment to the end, but the carriage is no longer passable.

Nalan Ningyan and Jueyuan and others are all martial artists, walking on the rugged path, as if walking on the ground, seemingly walking step by step, but in fact, the speed is extremely fast, in the blink of an eye, it is already a few feet away.

In contrast, Shui Feifei and Chunlan ran out of breath, and after a while, they disappeared, but fortunately, Zhang Xiaolin kept walking slowly with them.

Weijiang River nine bends and eighteen bends, meandering, sometimes see a big tree not far in front of you, but want to go under the tree to rest for a while but have to go around for half a day.

Zhang Xiaolin looked at this young lady who had never suffered a little, and actually gritted her teeth and persevered for most of the day, and she was also a little admired in her heart.

At noon, Zhang Xiaolin and the other three came to an open place, where the river surface is endless, and the other bank cannot be seen, but there are two big islands in the middle of the river, the smoke and waves on the river are vast, and the fishing boats are like weaving, a lively and prosperous scene.

The three of them approached a fishing boat, an old man and a teenage girl were eating, and when they saw Zhang Xiaolin and others coming in, the little girl stared at Zhang Xiaolin and Shui Feifei's master and servant with round eyes.

Zhang Xiaolin looked at the fragrant white rice and a large pot of small fish and shrimp on the small case, it looked like the small fish were fried golden, but the soup was milky white, and the ginger, garlic, and perilla on it exuded a strong fragrance, and he couldn't help but have a great appetite.

Shui Feifei and Chunlan also swallowed their saliva when they saw it.

Zhang Xiaolin suddenly saw a porcelain altar under the desk, but it was a kiln celadon jar, and he couldn't help but be very strange.

Yue kiln celadon is from the coastal area of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and it is thousands of miles away from here, how can there be more kiln celadon here?

Seeing Zhang Xiaolin's eyes staring at this jar of wine, the old man couldn't help but smile proudly.

"Uncle, I want to rent my husband's boat to go to Weishan, I don't know if it's possible. ”

"Rent a boat to go to Weishan? It is a boat against the current, very slow, there are a few dangerous shoals, can not be crossed, old and decrepit, and ask the son to ask another master, so as not to delay the son's business. ”

"It's okay, I'll row the boat, and you'll always sit on the boat, sir. ”

"Can you row?"

"Yes, no matter whether you can get to Weishan or not, you don't have to return the money, you just need to cook some meals on the boat. ”

When the old man saw it, he was overjoyed, and he had to make money! How many fish did he have to catch! He immediately agreed: "The son is really generous, and the old man wants to shirk it again, but he is not interesting. ”

"Uncle, as far as I know, this jar of wine should be from the coastal area, right?"

"Yes, the son has a good eye, well-informed, this jar of wine is my son from Yuedi brought back, it is said to be a very famous local wine, every family has it, it must be sealed for more than ten years before drinking, the local family has a daughter to marry, must use this wine as a dowry, so, this wine is also called daughter red, I am reluctant to drink, only drink a small sip each time, the main thing is that it is too rare. ”

Daughter Red!

It turned out to be daughter red!

Zhang Xiaolin was very excited, he didn't expect to be able to drink his daughter Hong, who was very familiar in his previous life, so he took out a few pieces of broken silver from his arms and said: "Such a fine wine, this consistent money is not enough, this little bit of broken silver can be used to pay for some wine." ”

"Enough, enough. The old man hurriedly excused himself.

"Husband, you just accept it, this wine was drunk a few years ago, mellow and long, the fragrance is strong, and it is still fragrant in retrospect, looking at your wine jar, you know that this wine is not good, it must be the best in the daughter's red, this kind of jar is generally unaffordable, it must be only available to high-ranking officials and nobles. ”

The old man seemed to have met a confidant in wine, and said with a smile: "Who said no, my eldest man is a big official over there." ”

While the two were chatting, the old man re-lit the fire to cook rice, and cooked another red carp, and then beckoned the three of them to the table.

The fisherman's meal, the river boiled river fish, has a unique flavor, the mellow daughter is red, drunk in the mouth, drunk to the heart.

After eating and drinking, the old man got off the boat and brought back some white rice, vegetarian vegetables, dried bamboo shoots, mushrooms, etc. back to the boat, then took anchor and prepared to go, the little girl also helped her grandfather clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Zhang Xiaolin and Shui Feifei stood at the bow of the boat, the river breeze was blowing, and it was particularly comfortable.

Shui Feifei looked at this pair of grandchildren and grandchildren, enjoying the joy of family, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, thinking of his father who was far away in Shuijiaji, and he didn't know if the Wei Chi family went to trouble his father in the end, and how to solve it in the end, and he didn't know, so he couldn't help but cry.

Zhang Xiaolin saw that Shui Feifei was so sentimental, so he smiled and said: "Feifei, are you a poet and want to recite a poem?"

"Who dares to recite poetry in front of you? ”

"Look at the beautiful scenery of this fishing village, how can the fishermen live and work in peace and contentment, how can there be no poems? ”

Seeing this, Shui Feifei walked in front of Zhang Xiaolin, and muttered for a while: "The water country is long and there is a small village where the boat stops." The oblique sun should be sunburned, and the sunset should be appropriate. Milk swallow double flying shadow, snail half leakage. The river is red and the sun is twilight, and the smoke waves are green and the trees are dark. Take advantage of the Xingden water and return to look for fishermen. After the rod was cleaned up, a drunk daughter was red. ”

"Good poem! You can bring this fishing village to life, but how do you know that the old man is a fisherman?"

"Are you stupid, don't you see so many fishing rods on the side of the boat?"

Zhang Xiaolin looked back and said, "You are so careful." ”

The old man had already lifted the anchor at this time, shook the oar, and the boat began to slowly move towards the center of the river.

"Old man, go and rest, I'll paddle. ”

The old man looked at Zhang Xiaolin suspiciously, and gave him the rocking oar in his hand, Zhang Xiaolin took the oar, but before it moved, the boat stopped moving forward, but retreated backwards.

"Look, this boat is sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and your hands can't stop. When the old man saw that he was so weak, how could he believe that he could row!

Zhang Xiaolin had already sacrificed the flying sword at this time, and was holding the boat in the water, the oars in his hand pretended to row, but his divine sense manipulated the flying sword, against the boat, riding the wind and waves, like an arrow from the string, flying into the torrent!