The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 2 Geng Qing
The new and tender osmanthus twigs brushed away the noisy sparrows, and the birds flapped their wings and landed in the small courtyard below. They stood by the water tank and jumped up and down, tilting their heads and chirping.

In the yard, the old man Geng had piled up the firewood, looked back at his son who was sitting under the tree, silently put the hoe on his shoulder and walked to the gate of the yard, Wang Qiujin, who was holding his trousers under the eaves, looked at her husband, and followed suit. The hoe came out of the courtyard, and turned to tell Liu Qing under the tree.

"Zhuzi, you are not in good health yet, don't wander around, if you are free, just water the vegetables in the yard, and then go back to the house and lie down."

The old couple disappeared one after the other on the dirt road outside the fence. The small courtyard was quiet, only the rustling of leaves remained. Liu Qing blinked her eyes and looked up at the top of her head. The breeze swayed slightly, like stars twinkling, with indescribable beauty.

In fact, he has been awake for two days, and the turmoil when he was ill has completely faded from his consciousness. He thought that everything that happened in the city might be a dream, but now the two days of being awake completely shattered the dream.

Liu Qing couldn't understand why he suddenly came to ancient times. He felt that the original body might be salvaged again, and maybe he could be pulled back?
Even being a cripple is better than being here!

The first night, the old couple went to the animal husband who treated the animals, and gave themselves some unknown medicine, which made them feel sick and ran to the toilet, only to find that they could only use a stick to wipe their butts. What does that mean?
To poke, or pick?
The toilet is just an earthen pit, with a wooden board on it, and it almost fell down without stepping on it. Liu Qing has no doubt that if she was not smart enough to pull the tattered wooden door and see the wooden door outside, she would really be the first one to fall in. A traverser who drowned in a latrine.

It was savage.

I have watched some time-traveling movies and novels before, and I always feel that time-traveling is full of fun in the world of games, but now in the current situation of two days, just going to the toilet can make him worry to death.

Paper these days... must be expensive.

What's more, I don't know what kind of environment this is. It would be too "exciting" in the ancient times where monsters and ghosts were rampant. I can't sleep after watching a horror movie, and I am afraid that I will suffer torment in the future.

Liu Qing looked at the swaying leaves on the fence, sighed, turned her gaze, and under the thatched shed with the stove, a fox was sleeping soundly at the stove with its tail curled up.

Trying to recall the memories belonging to this body, the body it occupies is called Geng Dazhu, who has no other name, is honest and dull, with a stubborn temper, the kind that is dispensable in the village, his father Geng old man, his name is Geng Youxi, a native of Gengjia Village , his mother, Wang Qiujin, was married from the village next door.

As for the fox over there, it is the only animal in the family other than the two hens that lay eggs. Last winter, the old man Geng went up the mountain to collect firewood. He heard the sound of foxes and found a litter of little foxes. So, two cubs were left in the nest, one of them was frozen to death, and old man Geng took the other cub back because he saw how pitiful it was.

Who knew that as soon as he raised it, he raised it like a dog, not only guarding the house, but also catching mice, and bringing back pheasants from the mountains from time to time.

'If there is a world of demons and goblins, I'm afraid it will become a ghost? '

Thinking of this, his gaze became a little strange, his butt left the stone, slowly squatted down on the ground, moved to the middle of the road, and lay on the little red fox facing the stove mouth, as if probing, but also as if mocking himself.

"Great Chu Xing Chen Shengwang!"

The dozing figure didn't respond, Liu Qing called out again: "Be a different person?"

The cool wind blew across the small courtyard, the furry figure shook its ears, opened its eyes, opened its mouth wide and yawned sleepily, swung its tail towards the young man, then continued to lie down and close its eyelids, and fell asleep.

uh~~
It seemed that I was thinking too much, he was just an ordinary fox with some spirituality.

Liu Qing let out a breath, the original self would die if he died, anyway, he had no relatives in that life, and in this world, he should live enough, maybe it’s because God can’t understand me dying at such a young age, and specially rewarded me What about time travel?
'Let's figure out what kind of world I'm in first, maybe the historical novels I've read before can still be used, um, probably can be used. '

Getting up from the ground, looking at this bright spring day, Liu Qing calmed down the anxiety of the past two days, hoping that the world will be peaceful, and then she will not think too much, earn a little money, and live in peace and stability. Marry another wife.
Temporarily suppressing my wild thoughts, walked around the courtyard with my feet pressed down, did a few chest expansion exercises, followed the woman's instructions, watered the vegetable patch in the courtyard once, sat back under the tree, and wiped it. Sweat stains on the head.

'It seems that you have to take care of your body first. '

After the fire was cooked and the rice was cooked and stewed, he picked up the chipped clay pot and went out with two bowls to find the old man Geng and his wife. When they arrived in the afternoon, they walked along the field to see the surrounding environment.

As for the night, it is also the most boring. There are basically no lights in every household, and the old and young, big and small wives gather around the entrance of the village to warm up and laugh.

A few dusty dolls chased and fought, and the women gathered together to mend clothes by the firelight, scolded their own dolls, and laughed and pointed at the men who were blowing nonsense over there.

The brazier 'cracked' sparks, and the water bag containing wine took turns taking sips among a group of elders. Some people talked about the two days before entering the city, and they blew it up in a showy manner.

"When we entered the city two days ago, you didn't know that we almost couldn't come back! Does the Golden Knife Gang in the city know? They want to charge our street noise."

"Really?"

"That's right, with a pair of bright knives lying in front of me, my calf is still trembling."

"I heard from my cousin, it was Da Zhu who rescued him from the disaster?"

"It's really strange to say that Dazhu doesn't say a lot on weekdays, but he was really courageous that day. After a few words, the other party really returned the money to us."

The night wind blew, and the burning flame flickered, illuminating the rough and dark faces of the villagers. Hearing his son's ability, the old man Geng unconsciously puffed out his chest. Liu Qing who was beside him didn't speak, but just sat behind and caressed him. The sleepy, squinting fox head on the lap listened quietly, trying to absorb the only source of news at the moment.

In an instant, it seemed as if someone pushed him from behind, Geng Qing turned his head, and three young men who were about his age were sitting in the darkness behind, secretly laughing at him.

At this time, someone over there spoke again.

"By the way, there is one thing. I listened to what I said today. Mr. Liu from Niuyan Mountain over there wants to buy land. He also asked if there is anyone in our village who wants to sell it. He may bring someone over in two days."

"The farmer eats the crops and sells the land. What will he eat afterwards?! Nonsense, anyway, I won't sell it."

"In the Niujiaji over there, many people have sold their fields, and I don't know what they think."

"It must have been forced to sell!"

The elders in the village and the women at home talked about the field, like pouring oil into a pot, shouting and cursing loudly, talking for a long time, and then dispersed.

The villagers left together, and Geng Qing also followed behind his parents. Looking back at the three of them, they had already slipped away.

The night is getting darker, and the insects are hiding in the corner and neighing one after another.

The dim light flickered slightly on the clay stove. After the family came back, Wang Qiujin washed the dishes with warm water in the pot, wiped his hands on the rag, glanced at his husband who was sitting outside weaving baskets, and turned his head to make silence The old Liu Qing took off her shoes, took out her needle and thread and sat at the mouth of the stove, carefully sewing up the broken hole by the dim light of the fire.

"Da Zhu, I heard from them that the outside world is not peaceful recently, and there are strong people haunting. If you are alone, don't run around, you understand?"

Feeling the coolness of the ground, both feet rubbed back and forth, and simply put them on the back of the crouching fox next to them. Liu Qing watched the woman who bit off the end of the thread and said nagging words. For some reason, there was a warmth in her heart. There was a sound of 'hmm', and then added: "Understood."

Afterwards, looking at the old man Geng who was weaving baskets outside the shed, he mumbled, hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth anyway.

".Well, I want to change my name so that it will sound nice when I say it later."

The old man outside the door turned his head, with an angry look on his face, and after a moment, he calmed down: "Should you change your surname?"

"to not fix."

"That's up to you." The old man Geng turned his head back again, drooping his eyelids for a long while, and then asked again: "What do you want to be called?"

Liu Qing looked at the woman who was mending shoes over there, and then looked down at herself. After hesitating for a while, she decided to bring her old name with her. The soul is here, and she will definitely not be able to go back. Just think about being a human being in that world.

"My first name is Geng Qing, and my nickname is Da Zhu."

"it is good"

When the old man saw his son looking at him, he quickly changed his words: "It's up to you." He continued to work on the half-finished basket in his hand, causing his wife who was mending shoes to look at him and make fun of him. Geng Qing also smiled, and occasionally he could With two echoes, the flickering light of the fire cast the shadows of a family of three talking and laughing in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)