Three hundred and twenty-five miles away from Caoyun County, there is a Yinshui Town.

There are more than 300 thatched huts that have been expanded from the ground, and dozens of cooking smoke curling into the air.

In the more than 300 acres of dry fields surrounding the thatched huts, there is a verdant green.

In the acre, among the seedlings that grow messily, there are wild weeds.

In most of the dry fields, weeds are scarce.

However, in the outlying dry fields, seedlings are scarce.

Early in the morning, in a gray sky, there was sparse rain.

The rain fell on the outlying dry fields, and the weeds lay on their stomachs in the moist soil.

Dirty, black, muddy water, scattered on the fine leaves.

When the straw sandals stepped on the dry field, the muddy water spilled up to the upper of the shoes, drowning the bare toes of the straw sandal's owner in the air.

Quinnaphtha, who stuck his hunting fork upside down in the dirt, bent down and put his hands on the ground, pouting some muddy water.

The muddy water in his hands became less muddy.

Cinnaphtha buried his head, opened his mouth and took a sip between the palms of his hands, and then spit out the water.

Wiping his darkened lips, a smile appeared on Cinnath's face, and he turned his head to look around him.

Thirty people stood beside him, all with smiles on their faces.

"It's been a good year. ”

Ignoring the chill caused by the dense raindrops, Lao Wang, who stood not far from the naphtha and raised his head to look at the sky, had a look of enjoyment.

Just behind Shi Na and the others, in a pool of water around the dry field, the women gathered around the gurgling water.

Billowing black smoke rose from the water, and the old woman lifted the earthy yellow porcelain cup sitting on the fire through the thick cloth that had been wrapped up.

A young woman next to her brought a porcelain bowl boiled in water, and the old woman lifted the lid of the cup, and white steam wafted out of the cup.

Bitter and fragrant herb flavor that diffuses in the air with steam.

The old woman poured the medicinal juice into the porcelain bowl, and the young woman held the porcelain bowl and walked away from the water quickly.

Not far from the water, there are a lot of people.

Most of these people were carrying luggage, and all of them were unkempt.

There were no livestock in the crowd, but there was a wagon.

The crowd surrounded the carriage.

The carriage was small, but it was covered with thick cloth.

On a thick gray-blue cloth, in the middle, there are three red puddings the size of a washbasin.

The thick cloth protrudes from the carriage, spreading a large area outside the carriage.

Half of the six wheels wrapped in iron sank into the dirt.

On the way of the carriage, two deep dents were plowed out.

At the place where the horses were led, ten ropes of horses were tied to the chests of the ten men.

The carriage stopped in place, and ten men sat around it.

They didn't remove the noose that had fallen to their waists, and their chests stretched to their shoulders with a bloodshot red mark.

Even with a carriage for transportation, the contents of the carriage caused a huge burden on them.

But they were not at all annoyed, and from time to time they cast their eyes on the carriage, which also contained joy and admiration.

Cruising the body, full of joy and admiration, will fall on the carriage, will also linger in front of the carriage.

On the carriage, in front of the carriage, seven bamboo poles were tied to the position of the original horseman.

Bamboo poles are tied to each other with hemp rope and stand upright at one end in the sky, tied to several overlapping thick cloths.

Under the thick cloth, Yougen was wrapped in a quilt and lay on the wooden board on the edge of the car.

A few raindrops passed through the thick cloth that covered the bamboo poles in front of the carriage.

The raindrops wet Arigen's cheeks, and he stretched his right hand out from under the quilt.

Touching his nose, a smell of medicine reached the end of his nose.

One of them held up the edge of the car and sat up.

The woman came to the car with the medicine in hand.

Taking the medicine from the woman's hand, Yougen frowned and looked at the medicine bowl in his hand.

After closing his eyes and raising his head to drink the potion dry, Yougen handed the bowl back to the woman's hand.

"I'm sorry for you, tell Granny Zhang, I'm almost fine. ”

"Hmm. The woman lowered her head, bowed her body in fear, took a small step back, and stammered, "Good, good, good." ”

Yougen nodded and lifted the quilt covering his body.

Turning around, Gengen stuck his feet out of the rim of the car.

When the woman left with the bowl, Yougen stretched out her neck and stuck her head out of the car.

The light rain gradually intensified, and the rain clouds in the sky converged.

Under the gloomy sky, the dim light fell with the rain on the still blackened face.

Criss-crossed, black-red scars spread all over his face.

There are roots, which have been disfigured.

"Alas!" sighed, and Leaned against the railing of the carriage, his face a little desperate.

He stretched out his left hand in front of him.

Eyes carefully observed the left hand, observing every inch of the skin from the forearm upwards.

Finally, Arigen's gaze rested on the back of his left hand.

The sword-shaped pattern is stained with a little rain.

The shadow of the sword in the water, not only is not blurred, but because of the refraction of the water, it becomes more conspicuous and more real.

Looking at the sword shadow, Yougen was silent for a moment, and a graceful figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

The end of his nose, which had just finished smelling the smell of medicine, seemed to smell the fragrance of transcendence from the white hair that was scattered randomly in front of him.

So, Yougen smiled and put his face up.

His chin rested on the back of his left hand, and his lips touched the sword-shaped pattern.

Yougen closed his eyes and paused for a long time on the back of his hand before parting.

When he opened his eyes, he saw crimson on the back of his hand.

Then, the crimson turned crimson.

The burning pain was intense, and it quickly spread from the sword-shaped pattern to the entire arm.

The corners of one of the mouths twitched, and in the thinning lips, two rows of white teeth clenched tightly.

On his charred face, which was covered with bright red scars, he showed an excited look, and he said in an excited tone: "Sure enough, it's really you!"

Tears slipped from her eyes and dripped down her cheeks to the back of her left hand.

"It turns out that I am not alone. ”

The burning pain gradually subsided, but the shoulders of the roots began to twitch, and the eyes showed joy on the distorted face.

"Thank you, although I don't know your name yet. ”

The pain was gone, and the crimson on the back of his hand turned crimson again.

Yougen lowered his left hand and wiped the tears from his face with his right hand.

Then, barefoot, one jumped out of the carriage.

Ignoring the black mud and sewage on the surface of his feet, and ignoring the impurities in the muddy water, he walked forward step by step.

The ten men surrounding the carriage stood up and watched in shock as Arigen left the carriage.

More and more people saw Yougen leaving the carriage, and more and more eyes converged on him.

Yougen turned a blind eye to this, and walked forward on his own, patrolling his surroundings by himself.

After walking a dozen steps, he saw an acquaintance.

So, with red eyes, he stretched out his hand expressionlessly, beckoned to the stunned feather, and called, "Come here!"