The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 384 Jinyi's hometown, the fox in front of the tomb looks forward to
"Da Zhu is back!"

"Let me take a look, don't be in charge."

"Rang Rang, ouch, there are so many people, where is Da Zhu?"

"I don't know if my kid has come back with me? I haven't seen him for several years."

Many people in Gengjia Village sent their children to Chang'an to do things with Geng Qing. After all, they all belong to the same village, and they are related to relatives, so they are more reliable than outsiders.

Looking at the team slowly walking into the opposite mountain road, men and women in the village looked around on their feet to see if their children were also in the team, or if a prestigious old man in the village came over with a straight face and yelled a few words before eagerly standing up again.

"Dazhu came back from a long distance, and he will make arrangements. How can your children be wronged?!"

After thumping his cane twice, the village elder turned around and walked among the crowd. In front of his somewhat cloudy vision, the approaching team was getting closer, the flags were flying high, and the two rows of cavalry below were stepping on their iron hooves. ’ With a sound, the knight above held a spear, wore leather armor, and the saber hanging from his waist swayed as he walked, which was intimidating.

The infantry in the rear walked steadily, with solemn faces. The armor leaves all over their bodies and the weapons in their hands shone coldly in the sunlight, and there was the faint sound of the collision of iron armor.

When turning to the village road in Gengjia Village, the crowd of people watching outside were so oppressed that they could hardly breathe. With sharp eyes, they noticed that there were several groups of soldiers in different costumes among these soldiers. Brown leather armor, a gray cloth scarf around the head, a strange porous weapon hanging from the waist, and a huge sheepskin bag on the other waist, which is heavy, and I don't know what it contains. There are bows and arrows.

The people standing on the road and at the entrance of the village have at most seen Feihu County government officials and soldiers guarding the city. Where have they seen such an army?

Of course, as a man, some people saw Geng Qing riding on horseback and wearing a golden embroidered cloud-pattern robe, and they were envious. After all, the young black-faced young man he had seen in the field was very different now, with short hair. The beard and hair are neatly combed in a bun, showing the power and influence that a superior person should have.

"stop--"

The general in front of the cavalry raised his hand and shouted, Qi Qile, who seemed to overthrow everything, stopped his horse, and the smoke and dust immediately slanted across the horse's hooves, flying to the side of the field and filling the air.

The village elder, who had some experience, couldn't stand it when he saw this scene, and finally calmed down his excitement. A black war horse came out more and more, with a clear and clear voice, it entered the old man and the people in the surrounding villages. in the ear.

"Third Grandpa, how are you?"

In the sight of everyone, the tall black war horse, the luxuriously dressed figure turned over and dismounted, and the two rows of cavalry behind him dismounted almost at the same time, and they made a dull sound of "boom" in order, waiting for them to recover from the shock. Suddenly, the dismounted figure smiled and came to the entrance of the village, folded his hands and bowed from right to left, followed by Dachun who followed quickly.

"Geng Qing, I have met all the folks in the village, and I have also paid my respects to the grandpa!"

"Oh, I can't do it!" Everyone reacted, how dare they accept such a gift, they retreated to the sides in fright, but the old man standing in the middle accepted the gift, regardless of his status, the old man is the oldest in the village, his seniority The highest, it is right to be honored by the descendants of the Geng surname.

The old man looked at Geng Qing, who was different from ten years ago, with more wrinkles and smiles on his face, leaning on crutches, he hurried over to hold Geng Qing's hand.

"You are the king of Yong, why are you still doing the ceremony? Go back to the village to worship the ancestors. Yesterday, the big guys cleaned up and down the ancestral hall, not a speck of dust can be seen."

The old man wasn't very good at talking, and couldn't pick out any good words, so he said some words that were arranged to worship the ancestors.

"I still need a gift, this is my home."

Geng Qing looked at the third grandpa, and the smile on his face never broke. He raised his eyes and looked at the repainted door plaque. The word "Gengjiacun" and the familiar village made him sigh with emotion. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to invite the village elders, and a group of villagers walked into the village.

Dachun stayed behind, shaking his luxurious clothes for the relatives who gathered around to show them. Some people reached out to touch them, but he waved them open. After all, this outfit was only one piece, and he seldom wore it on weekdays.

"Over the years, a lot of houses have been built in the village."

Stepping into the entrance of the village, the dilapidated houses can no longer be seen. In these years, Geng Qing will also send a lot of money to Gengjia Village, and the Geng family who followed him have a lot of salary. , You can be a rich man in Feihu County.

"That's a blessing for you. If there were no big pillars, the village would still look the same as before."

The third grandpa smiled even more. He has watched these changes every day. Not long ago, he and the villagers conspired to contribute some money together so that all the children in the village can study. When they grow up, they will go to Chang'an. It can also be of great use.

The old man thought about it, and the villagers behind him pursed their lips and took seven or eight steps away, nodding in agreement, and someone excitedly gestured: "Da Zhu, is my kid still smart? By the way, come back with him, let him come out and let him go." I'll see you both."

"Just talking nonsense, I must have not followed back, Dazhu left Chang'an, he had to be guarded by his own family!"

There was also a voice asking: "Dazhu, which tailor made this outfit on you? It looks so good. I want to get another one tomorrow." He glared and cursed: "I want to go home and ask your mother-in-law to sew it up. Can you wear this outfit? Fortunately, Dazhu is from my own family. If you were someone else, I wouldn't tear your mouth apart.! "

Ha ha.

Geng Qing waved his hand and said, "It's okay." Smiling, the villagers behind him didn't need to be so nervous, "I'm King Yong, it's not like you elders grew up watching naked buttocks rolling in the fields."

These words immediately brought back the atmosphere, causing many people to bow their heads and chuckle.

"It's still the original big pillar. The words are nice."

"That's not true, who can compare to our Dazhu."

"Stop talking, we're almost at the ancestral hall."

Passing through the dam, the ancestral hall is at the highest and middle position in the village, backed by the mountain, with green forests on both sides, giving it the feeling of a temple in a mountain.

The accompanying soldiers went up and pushed open the lacquered red gate. In the middle of the courtyard was a large bronze tripod with a height of half a person.

The etiquette is a bit cumbersome, but it is much simpler than the sacrifice in the court hall. After the process, Geng Qing offered the altar with the green incense that was curling up in his hand, and glanced at the spirits of every deceased person in Geng's Village. Father was placed fourth from the bottom, right in the middle. He understood the intentions of the villagers, and was somewhat grateful in his heart.

When bowing down, the dark-skinned villagers behind them bowed neatly, and when the ceremony was complete and Geng Qing came out from inside, the crowd straightened up and followed in an orderly manner to the gate.

"After offering sacrifices to the ancestors of the Geng family, the third grandpa doesn't have to follow me." Out of the ancestral hall, Geng Qing told the old man not to follow, waved to the villagers, and then waved to Dachun and Dou Wei's bodyguards.

"You don't have to follow, just walk around alone."

Swinging away the guards who wanted to follow, Geng Qing was in sight of everyone, and walked to the small courtyard where he used to live with his hands behind his hands. The small building is bathed in sunlight, and in the courtyard covered with fallen leaves, it seems that a lively family was upstairs and downstairs, playing around in the courtyard.

Times have changed, people are still there, but things are different.

Geng Qing raised his hand slightly, stroked the mottled and old traces of the courtyard gate with his fingertips, and sighed with emotion in his heart. He didn't go in, but turned around and continued forward, bypassing the courtyard wall to the back of the small building.

A solitary tomb stands under a big tree.

"Father, you are so lucky. I really envy you for your leisure time." Geng Qing was not sad. He walked to the tombstone as before, and sat down on the fallen leaves on the ground. It will take a lot of days, if you can't wait, my son will burn some beautiful wives and concubines for you, well, that's not right, if mother won't let me, son will have nothing to do."

"By the way, our Geng family's incense is pretty good. There are more than a dozen people below. When they grow up, they will spread out again. Tsk tsk, I'm afraid they won't be able to stand here when I visit your grave later."

"Also, my son may not be here long after he comes back this time. Those savages from Khitan have gone south to fight. Your son is an invincible and powerful master. You will always go to the meeting to win the breath of the Han people, right? Shall I mention it to you? Have a Khitan head back to enjoy yourself? Forget it, I guess you hate these bloody things too. Well, I don’t like it either.”

Geng Qing leaned against the tombstone and listened to the wind blowing through the forest. Amid the rustling sound, his Adam's apple rolled and he made a low voice.

Whisper.

"Father is actually... son misses you."

The wind blew, the low-hanging branches swayed slightly, and the leaves all over the ground brushed past the insteps of the feet on the ground and ran to the distant bushes, making a slight sound.

Rustle, rustle, like the footsteps of wild beasts.

Geng Qing turned his face slightly, and in the grass, a figure with dark red fur slowly walked out, and an old fox stood there, its fluffy hair swaying slightly in the wind.

One person and one fox, with four eyes facing each other.

Seeing the figure lying on the other side of the tombstone, the fox seemed to have emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and let out a low hum in his long tone.

It's like welcoming a friend back.

(End of this chapter)