Luo nine needles

Chapter 4

The rain in the hot summer came as soon as it was said, and the sun was still shining just now, but in a blink of an eye, there were dark clouds all over.

Someone appeared on the originally empty road.

Villagers who cut firewood in the forest, hunted rabbits in the wild, and weeded in the field ran towards their homes holding various agricultural tools.

Aokiji saw them, and they also saw Aokiji, and all cast curious eyes. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was leading a skinny donkey and pulling a cart. There was a cover on the cart, and the cover was very simple. , faintly revealing that there is a person lying inside.

I don't know whether to visit relatives or friends, seek medical treatment, or bury him.

"Girl, it's going to rain." A villager couldn't help reminding.

Qingzhi raised his head and asked, "Brother, is Wangao Village going in this direction?"

The villager nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes." Then he reminded, "There is still a long way to go, let's take shelter from the rain first."

Qingzhi smiled and said: "It's okay, my aunt will meet me, and I will meet in a while."

The eight neighboring villages are far away, and they are always entangled when they are near. The villager took another look at her, stopped talking, and ran quickly to the village not far away.

Aokiji lowered his head by adjusting the noose, closing his eyes showing a bit of timidity.

Crackling rain also fell at this time, splashing dust and smoke on the ground.

Qingzhi hurriedly went to get the raincloth, looked at the people lying in the car, and the first thing he went for was the straw mat.

Only dead people make straw mats, which is scary at first glance.

But if it's scary, you won't watch it much.

This is Aokiji's self-protection method. By introducing himself as a person from a nearby village and pulling the dead, he scares the passers-by, lest they have evil intentions.

In fact, the girl under the straw mat is not scary, just like a beauty made of white porcelain.

Qingzhi called: "Miss, it's raining, I'll hold up the rain cloth, you can lie down well."

The white porcelain beauty did not respond.

A drop of rain fell on Qingzhi's face, she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it off, pulled off the rain cloth to cover the car, then put on the coir raincoat and bamboo hat.

At this time, the rain was already dense, and the road ahead was blurry. Qingzhi was not afraid at all, and led the donkey forward.

The lady said, I don't have a father, my mother and grandfather are buried in Xinghua Mountain outside Xucheng, I want to be with them.

The lady said, I know you don't know the way, so I'll draw a road map for you.

The lady said, Aokiji, I have caused you trouble.

The lady said, I want to go home.

The rain covered the sky and the earth, and the little bamboo hat couldn't cover it at all. The face of the green pheasant was covered with rain, and the road under his feet became more and more muddy. Every step seemed to be pulled out of the muddy water.

But she didn't stop.

She lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and grabbed the cart and dragged the skinny donkey. The green pheasant had plenty of strength, just like her father.

Qingzhi's father could carry a load as high as a mountain in Lu's shop, and he was crushed by the load as high as a mountain for three days until he died without making a sound.

Ten-year-old Qingzhi was carrying firewood as high as a mountain in the backyard of Lu's house, and he didn't feel any pain when he fell.

"Wrap the wound if it doesn't hurt." The lady who was thinner than her helped her up and said.

Rinse her with clean water, apply powder on her, and wrap her in a veil embroidered with a butterfly.

Qingzhi stepped forward, pushing the donkey with one hand and pulling the cart with the other.

Miss, don't be afraid, Aokiji will take you home.

That home, that family, is not like a personal home.

Mr. Lu recalled the past because of his wife's words.

He stood in the porch, squinting his eyes and recalling the past.

On Xinghua Mountain outside Xucheng City, there is a private school with a sign called Xinghua Academy.

The name is quite big, but it is actually a thatched hut. The students are seven or eight Mongolian children from the nearby countryside. The master of the private school has a gray beard. When he closes his eyes and reads aloud, the children will recite the mysterious world for half a day.

For the rest of the day, Mr. Private School sat by the river at the foot of the mountain, with a jug of wine and a fishing rod.

This is an idler in the mountains. A busy businessman like Mr. Lu should have nothing to do with him.

Once when I was passing by with goods, the carriage broke down. It was difficult to negotiate business, but the carriage broke down, and the appointment must be missed. Master Lu was so angry that he kicked the carriage hard, but he kicked himself to the ground. The gentleman watched from the sidelines and laughed.

Master Lu didn't resent the stranger's ridicule, he simply didn't leave, and walked over to ask the old man for an excuse to drink.

The old man was very generous, so he gave him the flagon, and he sat down and watched the fishing while drinking. The two didn't talk during the period, and sat until the sun went down.

"Okay." The old man put away the jug and fishing rod, and said, "Let's go."

That's right, we don't need to talk about business, we have to go home, Mr. Lu sighed and got up, anyway, business is like this.

He untied the money bag on his body and handed it to the old man as money for the wine.

The old man laughed, and said, “Isn’t it a loan?”There is no need to borrow money.

Do you still expect him to return the wine?How could he have that kind of spare time, Mr. Lu insisted on giving the old man money.

The old man took it and said with a smile that he could lend him a car.

Master Lu was a little annoyed. What's the use of borrowing a car at this time, there is no time.

Master Lu waved his hand to thank him, but the old man insisted on borrowing it, and said that his car was different.

How is it different?

The old man only said one word, light.

Light, light means fast, fast, for businessmen, it is timing.

"That car." Thinking back at this moment, Mr. Lu couldn't help being amazed, and muttered to himself, "How can it be so light? It is loaded with goods, and the horse is pulling it like nothing, and it walks so fast."

In the past, it took a day to walk, but it arrived in half a day.

Master Lu, who had been sitting idle for half a day because his car broke down, unexpectedly met his business partner as scheduled, stood out from the crowd, and finalized a cooperation that was crucial to the Lu family.

"It's just a pity that the car broke down after arriving at the place." Master Lu expressed his pity again.

Master Lu thought he had met a fairy, and he couldn't wait to run to the river that day after finishing his business. The white-bearded old man was not fishing, but he was shaking his head in the private school in the thatched cottage to teach the boys a lesson. Sleeping in a chair—

Not a fairy.

"It's not a god, it's just made by a skilled craftsman." The old man laughed, "It's not a god, it's just better than other cars, it's left here by someone else, I'm useless, I'll give it to you, the thing Make the most of it."

People who can own such clever things must be extraordinary.

Since then, Mr. Lu has often come to sit around, but he has never seen any skilled craftsmen. The old man is getting older and older. He spends almost half of his time sleeping in class, and Meng Tong gradually stops coming.

Mr. Lu also gradually stopped thinking about what kind of expert the old man is, just an ordinary old man, and business is getting busier, so he seldom comes here.

Until one day five years ago, the old man sent a letter asking him to see him. Mr. Lu didn't want to come, but somehow remembered the car.

Thinking of this, Master Lu walked slowly along the corridor.

He came to see the old man.

The old man was older than ever, like a dead tree.

"My surname is Yue, I can't study well, I can't do farming, I can't do anything." He introduced himself to Master Lu, but didn't say much, "I have a daughter who died not long ago, and now I'm going too. The concern is my granddaughter."

At this time, there was thunder in the sky, Master Lu stopped in the corridor, looked up at the sky, and there were dark clouds in the sky.

It's going to rain, he flashed a thought, looked away, the granddaughter——

Thin and small, he said he was ten years old, but he looked only eight or nine years old. He lowered his head and cried while clutching the old man's sleeve.

"Her name is Ah Qi, and her surname is that her mother doesn't like that surname, so she doesn't want it."

What does it mean that mother doesn't like it?Just don't want it?Is it dismissed?It's not like a serious person.

"I'm going, Brother Lu, may I entrust her to you?"

Alas, Tuo Gu, this kind of thing is still pushed around by the relatives. In fact, he has no friendship with this old man. He is a stranger. It's just that Lu Sheng knows how to repay his kindness, and he is grateful for his help at the beginning——

"And half my life's worth."

A few muffled thunders rolled by, Master Lu withdrew his thoughts and looked forward.

He was already standing in front of a house, which looked inconspicuous, but it had two heavy locks.

Thunder rolls past, dark clouds cover the courtyard, and winds swirl in the courtyard.

Master Lu took two keys from the fluttering robe, opened the lock, opened the door and walked in.

A flash of lightning split through the dark clouds and across the courtyard, making the inside of the house suddenly bright.

Grandpa Lu stood indoors, looking at the two heavy boxes, he stepped forward and opened them vigorously.

The lightning had dissipated, but the interior was lit up again.

It was the gold, silver and jewels piled up in the box shining brightly.

"Who can resist this." Master Lu murmured with his eyes sunk in it, "At that moment, not to mention giving the marriage certificate, my son's life would be willing to part with it."

(End of this chapter)