Jiaohua

Chapter 82
The boy got out of the car.

As soon as the black boots embroidered with dark green cloud and smoke patterns fell to the ground, the guards beside them got off their horses one after another.

A white jade was hanging from the young man's waist, and the white jade hit the car with a crisp sound.

The curtain raised by the coachman was lowered again, covering the man sitting in the car.

"Master, then." The coachman said.

The boy looked up.

He had a handsome face, but he was too arrogant and indifferent.

Apart from making his Sai Rumei porcelain's white skin more dazzling, the sun seems to be unable to melt away the coldness on his body.

As for the young man, except for his slightly youthful appearance, his stature is already equal to that of the driver and guards on the side.

In front of the long lonely road, there are two wooden planks inserted vertically.

There seemed to be words on the wooden board, and the boy said, "Go and get it."

The guard ran to get it back.

The words are written in green juice, two pieces are pieced together, and there are four big characters: "This road will not lead."

"This..." The coachman looked at the words on it, "There is no saying that this road cannot be taken at the front station."

"What should I be?" the boy casually handed the board back, "Throw it away."

The guard took the plank.

But the boy didn't let it go, and drew it again.

"Wait." The boy said.

He looked down at the writing on the wooden board, and then looked up at the road ahead.

"What's the matter, master?" asked the coachman.

"This word is very beautiful."

The young man took a few steps forward holding the board, looked around, and then looked at the stone bricks on the ground.

Although it is an official way, it has long been a barren mountain and wild land, but the writing on the wooden board can be seen as being made by everyone.

The left and right are harmonious, the virtual and the real open and close, flowing and light, and the falling characters are full of strength.

Moreover, such a large character is not easy to write, but it is done in one go on the wooden board, and the charm and style are ready to come out, like the sky breaking through the clouds.

Which one of you will come here, and which one of you will use this green juice without a pen and ink with you.

Xia Zhaoyi carried a heavy burden and came out from the wild forest on the other side of the river with a stick.

Looking up, he saw a handsome young man standing there holding a wooden plank on the official road opposite.

He looks good-looking, breezy and bright, and has a good demeanor, but it's a little too gloomy.

Xia Zhaoyi wiped off his sweat and looked at the board in his hand.

The young man turned his head back feeling.

The little girl in ragged clothes was sweating profusely, her hair was stained on her face, and she was dirty.

"Call her over," the boy said.

The coachman looked over and called out, "Girl!"

Xia Zhaoyi exhaled, and walked towards the small wooden bridge over there.

"How can there be beggars here," said the coachman, "It's a pity for a place like this to be alone."

The young man looked back at the writing on the wooden board and studied it carefully.

When Xia Zhaoyi came, the boy asked, "Have you ever seen anyone coming?"

When he spoke, he didn't lift his head, nor looked straight at him.

Xia Zhaoyi wiped off his sweat again, shook his head: "No."

"How long have you been here?" The boy looked sideways.

The age difference between the two is only four or five years, but there is a huge difference in size.

One tall and one short, Xia Zhaoyi had to raise his head to look at him.

"You want to ask who erected this plank, right?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.

"you know?"

"I."

The boy didn't know how to react for a moment, he paused and said, "You? What are you?"

"I wrote it, I made it."

The boy frowned slightly, looking into her eyes.

The eyes are clear and bright, without fear, like autumn water under the moon.

The corners of the eyes, lips and cheeks were blue and purple, and there were many red marks on the neck.

He was in rags, and the soles of his shoes were still covered with grass and sand.

"Did someone tell you to say that, to cover for him?" the coachman asked.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, but said nothing.

Believe what they believe, anyway, believe it or not, it doesn't matter to her.

"The road ahead is not good, don't go there," Xia Zhaoyi wiped his sweat again, "This is not a joke."

After finishing speaking, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" The coachman shouted again, looking curiously at the things in her bag, "What are you holding in your hand?"

It seems that something is moving, drum and drum.

Xia Zhaoyi weighed it with one hand and smiled: "Snake."

"Snake?!" cried the coachman.

The boy looked over: "Snake?"

Xia Zhaoyi was surprisingly hot, and his complexion also turned red.

In the past few days, I have climbed mountains and been exposed to rain. In addition, Ah Li's body has a high fever, so when I caught the snake just now, I was a little careless and was bitten by accident.

Fortunately, she handled it quickly, bleeding quickly, cleaning quickly, and finding herbs quickly.

The snake venom is not dangerous, but the herb she chewed made her sweat profusely.

In fact, it’s okay to perspire, and it’s not bad for your body.

Wiping off his sweat again, Xia Zhaoyi said, "Do you want it? They are all alive, and the snake gall is still there. I have seven here. I will give you a cheap price, five taels. Do you want it?"

The boy and the coachman looked at each other, and they turned their eyes back to her baggage.

"Is it really a snake?" asked the coachman.

"Do you want it?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.

If you don't want her to leave, your body will be very uncomfortable.

The coachman shook his head and backed away a little: "What's the use of this, we..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a deep male voice in the car: "Let me see, what kind of snake."

Xia Zhaoyi turned his head and looked towards the carriage.

A haggard and gloomy hand raised the curtain of the car, and there was a man sitting in the car, looking up.

If one only looked at his hands, one would think that he was around forty to fifty years old, but the description of his face was about twenty.

The man's eyebrows and appearance are six points similar to that of this young man. His black hair hangs down, his complexion is a little pale, and he looks lifeless and spiritless.

Xia Zhaoyi stepped up and walked towards him.

But the coachman stepped in front of her and stretched out his hand to stop her.

The boy looked at the coachman: "Let her go."

The coachman lets go.

Xia Zhaoyi turned his head to look at the coachman, paused, then looked back at the boy.

The boy was looking at him, his eyes met, and the boy's brows were slightly frowned.

Xia Zhaoyi withdrew her gaze, walked towards the carriage, and carried the small bundle containing the snake onto the carriage, and she stood beside the carriage to open it.

"Don't be afraid, I pulled out all the fangs, and there are wooden branches on them, so they can't come out."

The man looked down, and saw a bundle of snakes wriggling with difficulty, and the cramped space made them very uncomfortable.

"You caught them all?" the man asked.

"Whether it's me or not, I'm the one who's selling it. If you want it, you'll pay five taels. If you don't want it, I'll leave. I won't bargain," Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Zhiyan." The man looked at the boy, "I bought it."

"Pay." The boy said to the driver.

The coachman was a little reluctant, took out the money from his purse, looked at the little girl strangely, and handed it over: "Here."

"Thank you."

Xia Zhaoyi took it, thought for a while, and then looked back at the man in the car: "Do you want more? If you want more, you can make a reservation. I'll catch it now and bring it to you."

"Hello!" the coachman couldn't help shouting.

After calling, the boy gave him a sideways glance.

The coachman shut his mouth embarrassingly.

The man smiled, and said a little tiredly, "No need."

Xia Zhaoyi nodded, looked at the man's face, and smiled: "Well, let's leave now."

Although the man's sick appearance is terrible, but their posture is not ordinary, and there are always people who can heal.

She is no longer arrogant.

　Sorry cherubs, there's been a lot going on during this time, and I won't be fine until the 20th.

　　I did the math just now. I originally promised five shifts a day, but I only made it on the first day.

　　Later, Liu Heshibi offered a reward and owed Liu Geng again.

　　I will make up all of them after the 20th, for sure! !

　　I don't want to be a broken word, but I've been really exhausted these days.

　　Sorry, sorry, sorry, QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)