Wujiazhuang is a very deserted village, there are no mountains and mountains, and there are no rivers around, but the ditches and ditches here are more common. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoNanjian and Bird's Beak went to Wujiazhuang along the main road on the edge of a slope ditch.

The road is surrounded by a drainage ditch on the left and a steep slope on the right, and the area below is covered with mulberry fields. At this time the morning sun has just risen from the east, and the golden sunlight sprinkles the earth, and the rice stubble on the boundless mulberry fields along the way, and the white frost covering it, shine golden light.

A few turtle doves were in the rice fields, pecking at the grain that had fallen during the harvest, pecking at the grain on the ground for a while, and then raising its alert, deft head, to look around for anything that threatened their safety. They were astonished when they saw Nanjian and Birdbeak hurrying along the road, and suddenly they sprang to their feet, flapped their wings, and flew over the road they had walked, and crossed the ditch, and stopped at the bare branches of a neem tree on the ridge of the ditch.

When the turtledove flew overhead, Nanjian's calm expression was still looking ahead, and a smile appeared on the fleshy face of the bird's beak, and he followed the turtledove all the way to the branch where it was docked. So, by the way, he glanced at the green rape that was planted all over the slope, and at this time, the rape was still green, and there was no sign of flowering.

When he turned his gaze forward, several ridges of the opposite village were already visible among the bare branches. After a while, the two came to the crossroads at the head of the village, and there was a teenage girl, who was leading a scalper, drooping her face and pouting thin lips, as if she was angry with the scalper behind her.

The two stood at the intersection, and with a look of pity, Nan Jian greeted the little girl who was holding the ox and bowing her head: "Little sister, you are so diligent, you came out to herd the cattle so early!"

The little girl seemed to be a little stunned, stopped and looked up, and immediately, the anger on her face swept away. She looked at the two of them with big round eyes, and with an innocent and curious look, she saw the tall old man looking at her kindly, and she saw the man in the gray cloth robe next to him, and on his fleshy face, he was also smiling at herself.

So the little girl laughed, revealing her charming tiger teeth, and two shallow, round dimples. Immediately, on her face that was red by the frost wind, an innocent smile like a flower bloomed, "Grandpa, you also got up early! Where are you going?"

"We're just coming to your village!" In order to get closer to the little girl, Nan Jian bent down again, making his height as consistent as possible with the little girl's height, he said, "Do you have a Taoist chief here, and everyone calls him Wu Daochang?"

"Oh! Where!!" she turned to the left, pointing to the path about a hundred paces away, where there was a small bamboo forest, and the side of a thatched hut could be faintly seen behind it, and she said, "There it is, the thatched hut behind the bamboo bush is Wu Daochang's house." The little girl's face was always full of pride.

"Thank you, little sister!" Nanjian smiled at her and waved his hand to say goodbye. The little girl, however, felt very curious, and kept watching the two of them cross the road with her innocent eyes, and walk along the path towards the small bamboo forest.

The thatched hut is located in a small bamboo garden, and there is a small wooden bridge into the courtyard, and after crossing the small wooden bridge, you enter the courtyard where the thatched hut is located. A few peach trees were planted in front of the hut, and the leaves were all gone, and the branches were bare, and the ground was full of weeds, but there was a bare path from the gate of the courtyard to the gate of the hut. It tells people that this is a sturdy dirt road that the owner of the hut has walked in and out of this place for many years.

In addition, on both sides of the trail are small grasses that grow close to the ground, and at this time, thin frost flowers cover the grass all over the ground, making them reflect the bright light in the morning sun. However, on the edge of the trail, there are a few fresh footprints, and the wide footprints are clearly exposed on the trampled grass. In addition, the branches of a peach tree at the entrance also left traces of a small branch that had just been broken.

So, Nan Jian appeared for a moment of contemplation, and the bird's beak smiled, "Nan Daxia, what are you thinking?"

Nan Jian looked at the distinct footprints on the grass leaves covered with light frost, and smiled, "Wu Daochang's house, it's so lively!" At this time, they found that outside the wall at the end of the thatched hut on the side of the path, there was a faint white smoke rising from the gossip plaster stove of alchemy.

At that moment the door of the hut creaked open, and an old woman with gray hair, dressed in a light blue blouse, hunched over, staggered out, lifted up her wrinkled face, looked at the comer, and asked in her trembling, hoarse, dry voice, "Who are you looking for?"

Nan Jian hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the old man, "Old woman, are you in Daochang Wu's house here?" He looked at the old man, and finally his gaze fell on the old man's big feet in black wide-soled flats.

At the same time, the bird's beak on the left side of the southern sword also bowed to the old man and greeted: "Grandma!"

The old man nodded, "Yes, do you have anything to do with him?"

"It's a little thing, I need to ask and ask Daoist Wu!" Nan Jian said.

When the old man heard this, he smiled, "I knew that you must have something to ask him!" As she spoke, she turned around and walked into the house with her cane, and said to Nanjian and the bird's beak behind her, "Come in and sit down and talk!"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, they felt a little weird, this old lady didn't say that Wu Daochang was not at home, nor did she say that she was him, just let them in and talk. Birdbeak was about to walk in, but Nan Jian grabbed his sleeve, "Hey," he glanced inside, and whispered to him, "I don't know if Daochang Wu is not at home! ”

The bird's beak suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, yes, no hurry, no hurry!" he nodded again and again, "It's better to ask clearly, so as not to disturb others." ”

"Old woman, is Daochang Wu at home?" asked Nan Jian as he looked inside, but the man stood still.

"Yes, of course at home!" said the old woman, "he is dispensing medicine, and he has no time to come out to greet the two, so you just come in and stay out of the way." ”

Everyone has talked about this, and it will be a little unreasonable if you don't go in. So, the two of them bowed their heads and walked in through the narrow and low door.

The hut hall was dimly lit, the air was damp, and there was a musty smell, and a mud wall was separated by a line opposite the door frame to the right of the entrance. The end of the mud wall is not close to the gable behind the hut, but there is a small aisle.

As soon as the two of them entered, the old woman said, "Later, I will go inside and urge him!"

The furnishings in the hall are very simple, and there is a square table made of wooden planks, and the top is also rough because the floor is uneven. Standing in the center of the hall, it can be seen at a glance that the legs at one end of the table are much higher than the other, and the whole table is heavily tilted towards the opposite side. I think that a person who sits at such a table to eat must have an extraordinary balance and ability to take care of the overall situation! Otherwise, the dishes will slip away when placed on them, and the tea will overflow when placed on them.

In addition, four log stumps are placed around the table, which is also the most exclusive seating in this hut. At this time, the two wooden windows facing the table in the back wall were opened, and the leaves were propped up with a bamboo stick so that the people in the room could see the sun-drenched blades of grass behind the house, and the slope covered with hoarfrost.