I save the world with a knife

Chapter 13

Rong Xian was a little dazed while holding the persimmon.

Seeing that she was silent, Xie Ran thought she was dissatisfied, so he let go of his anger and sat next to the younger sister, and said earnestly: "Little sister, it's not that the elder brother is reluctant, there are indeed no peaches in this season. How about it, when the spring begins, we will be in Plant a peach tree in the yard. When the peach tree bears fruit, I will keep it for you."

"So I can't eat it now." Rong Xian pretended to regret, "That's such a pity."

After all, he lowered his head and gnawed on the persimmon.

A smile flashed in her eyes, and she didn't know if Xie Ran had noticed, originally he needed to be coaxed by her, but in one sentence the roles were reversed, and he became the one who coaxed people.

Xie Ran, who knew nothing, saw that she listened to her and persuaded her, and a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.The little girl is obedient and obedient, completely different from other bears.

It can be said that the filter is very thick.

Two days later, it was New Year's Eve.

None of the children are adults, so it doesn't matter whether they observe the year or not, but they all have a strong sense of ritual.

"Since there are no elders, let's worship the Empress Dowager." Xie Ran suddenly thought, "I often hear people say that God blesses you or something. Just thinking about thanking the Emperor for blessing and nurturing, is it okay?"

Rong Xian smiled lightly, "Why do you ask such a question? You are the eldest brother, if you think it's okay, then you can."

——It’s strange that your luck is not low, so you went through the back door.

Standing beside Rong Xian, Fu Guang said seriously with a stern face: "Brother, this idea is very good."

Su Bai looked left and right, feeling inexplicably panicky about being excluded.

He touched the longevity lock on his neck and said with a grin: "Then it's a deal, let's worship the Empress Dowager this year."

After Xie Ran was recognized by his younger siblings, he was very excited.He quickly found a wooden board, and carefully engraved the four characters of "Emperor Heaven is Thick Soil" on it.

Because he didn't study with the village head for a long time, his handwriting is crooked and has a childish sense of humor.But the few people present didn't care, and even felt a sense of accomplishment.

Xie Ran put the altar against the wall on the only table at home, Su Bai packed some ashes from the kitchen
Fu Guang thought about it, and took out a handful of incense from under the table.

This is when Xie Ran went to the town to buy things. Seeing that there were many people around the stall, he went over to have a look out of curiosity, and found that it was incense burnt to worship ancestors. He brought back a handful by accident, which can be regarded as useful at this time. up.

Fu Guang handed the incense to Xie Ran, and ran to the room to take out two candles.

Xie Ran took the fire folder from Su Bai, lit the candle, and lit three more incense sticks.

He stood at the front with a solemn expression, Su Bai, Fu Guang and Rong Xian stood side by side behind him.

He cleared his throat and said, "We are all homeless people. Now that we have a home, we should not forget the protection of the Empress Dowager, and everyone who has helped us. After that, every New Year's Eve, we will be in God's house." Watching the year next to you, thanking God."

He bowed to the god, and the three people behind him followed suit.

After Xie Ran inserted the incense into the jar, he thought happily, although there are no elders in the family, who can compare to God.

With God taking care of them, their brothers and sisters will be safe and sound.

After doing this, they seemed to have accomplished a big event, and the atmosphere relaxed.

Su Bai took out a plate of croquettes from the kitchen, sprinkled some peppers on it, and they huddled together to eat and play.He flipped through a tattered cookbook he picked up from nowhere, Fu Guang leaned on him and gestured with a small wooden stick, Xie Ran held a ball with chopsticks and was busy stuffing the mouths of his younger brothers.

Occasionally, I take time to look at the little girl who is serious about paper-cutting, and I just feel that this day is a fairy.

After spring, Rong Xian planted some water spinach and cabbage on both sides of the yard, surrounded it with a fence, and raised the grown chickens in the fence.

When Fu Guang practiced her sword, she would sit on the stone pier outside and weave a basket out of the bamboo Xie Ran had cut back, watching the chicks by the way.

Fortunately, the folk customs here are simple and honest, and nothing sneaky happened.

The villagers are also very friendly to their children, occasionally sending some food or old clothes to help them.Xie Ran also reciprocates, and after finding the prey, he will send some meat to them, or help with the work within his ability.

That night, Rong Xian, who was sleeping, was urgently woken up by Tiandao to let her go to work, because the sacred artifact of Tiandao was out of energy.

Rong Xian opened her eyes and frowned, but she quickly let go, she couldn't be idle for a moment.

Her consciousness followed the connection and landed on the Lengshuang Peak of the Western Territory Alliance, where the disconnected luthier appeared.

He was dressed in a blue toga with long sleeves, fluttering like a fairy, elegant and graceful.

Holding Jiao Weiqin in his arms, his figure flickered, and he quietly left the Non-reconciliation League and went to the north of the territory alone.

He also wanted to stay in the west of the region, but it was a pity that the sacred artifact of heaven was nestled in the north of the region, so he could only go to the north of the region if he could save energy.

A few days later, Yubei, Huzhou, and Wannan prefectures.

In early spring and March, the grass grows and warblers fly, and the spring rain falls.Due to the cold spring, the weather is still a bit cold, and the streets are sparsely populated.

Occasionally, people who are running around for their livelihood pass by in a hurry, only to recall that the young man carrying the long piano just now has a unique temperament, which makes people yearn for it.

By the time the luthier walked into Wannan Mansion and found a foothold, it was already late.

In the dense night, his long hair on the sideburns was a little wet, and the oiled paper umbrella he opened blocked the raindrops falling from the sky.His whole body seemed to be hidden in the dark, making people daunting.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A very rhythmic knock on the door sounded in the rainy night.

This is a slightly dilapidated inn. The lanterns on both sides are lit with candles, and it looks a little dim in the rainy night.

It was supposed to be the fragrance of the earth, but in front of this inn, there was a stench of rotting bones.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The luthier knocked on the door patiently, with a hint of expectation in his expression.

"Come here." The sound of tapping footsteps approached quickly.

After the proprietress opened the door with a candle, she looked at the guests outside.The guest raised the umbrella slightly, and the handsome eyebrows shrouded in shadows were elegant and noble.

He showed a perfect smile at the proprietress, and said politely: "It's rude to visit in the middle of the night. I only came from a long distance, travel and dusty, thirsty and hungry. Now it's raining again, there is really nowhere to go But go, this is disturbing the shopkeeper, please don't blame the shopkeeper."

The proprietress looked at him with an inexplicable look, and enthusiastically invited him in and said: "Guests, please come in. The head of the house, come down and boil hot water for the guests."

"Hey, here we come." The man with a fleshy face yawned and walked down from the second floor.

The luthier stepped on the shadow of the proprietress's candle and walked in. He put away the umbrella and shook it behind the door. He looked up at the shopkeeper and his wife, and said in an elegant and polite voice: "Trouble you, you are busy, don't take the liberty. .”

Some of his damp hair hung on both sides of his cheeks, and the corner of his mouth was smiling, but he said in embarrassment: "But I think, the hospitality of Mrs. and Mrs. Xian will definitely not reject me, a weak and pitiful wandering luthier with nowhere to go."

(End of this chapter)