Song Yuanhuanzhi

Fu Yuanzhi didn't expect that he wanted to be by his side.

"My dad said, you are like him before, I want to follow you and see the road he has traveled."

I want to see what it is, it is more important than my mother, myself and my brothers.

He couldn't figure it out all the time, but since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to.

He is already alone, so let's take a good look at this "father-like" person.

When he is dead, he can also tell his mother and brothers, so as not to be puzzled by death.

Fu Yuanzhi looked at Song Huan, seeking advice.

Song Huan, "...you decide for yourself,"

Although Song Huan felt sorry for him, she couldn't afford to have an extra mouth, and the gold swallowing beast at home was not yet of legal age.

Fu Yuanzhi can afford it, he decides this matter, anyway, he is following him, not himself.

Looking at Song Huan's appearance, Fu Yuanzhi could roughly guess what she was thinking, "..."

Finally, the mule cart came to the village again. The scenery here was the same as when we first arrived, except that there were two more graves in front of the house.

In just a few days, things have changed.

Song Huan burned the prepared paper ingots. She couldn't give the real money, but she could still afford the road money. Knowing that Yan Liu had five older brothers, Song Huan bought ten paper money and ingots at once. , all burned.

A row of graves outside the courtyard.

Song Huan let out a long sigh, I hope that when you are reborn as human beings, it will be a time when Hai Yan He Qing, prosperity and peace, and everyone is equal.

Accompanied by Fu Yuanzhi, Yan Liu put Yan Zhao's life's painstaking effort into the mule cart, and finally the three of them drove away slowly in the field.

Behind him, on both sides of the criss-crossed paths, the messy weeds and the beans that are about to be "submerged" sway in the breeze, as if they are watching the people who are about to go far, with blessings and long sighs.

A hermit is a part of the intellectuals of this era, who cannot bear social oppression, flee from production relations, especially political relations, and take an attitude of non-cooperation with the parties involved.

Most of these people suffered setbacks and misfortunes in their personal life experiences, and hated the secular life, so they fled to the mountains and forests.

For example, foreign invasions, domestic chaos, factional strife, institutional disturbances, corruption in the examination halls, and failure to seek employment can drive a large number of intellectuals into isolated mountains and deep valleys.

And Yan Zhao is a victim of factional strife and failure to seek an official position.

Similarly, Yan Zhao's wives and sons were also implicated and sacrificed.

The group of three set foot on the road again.

With one more person, Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi were not as comfortable as before and said whatever they thought.

Fu Yuanzhi agreed that Yan Liu was by his side, but he didn't actually mean to be a book boy.

He only planned to let Yan Liu stay by his side for a while, and let him go after Yan Liu passed the most difficult period and figured out how to go forward.

He can be regarded as being instructed by the old man, he does not have the name of a gentleman but he has the reality of a gentleman.

Since the cause is owed, the result must be repaid.

Yan Liu changed into Fu Yuanzhi's clothes. Although they were about the same age, due to years of malnutrition, they were so thin that only their skeletons were left, and the clothes were empty on their bodies.

He touched the fabric in his hand, and his whole body was in a daze.

He had never worn clothes like this before, it was like a dream, it was thin and soft without patches.

I dare not touch it with my rough hands, for fear of breaking it.

The whole person walked stiffly and twisted.

Although Yan Liu was not good at reading, he learned quickly in other areas, which even Song Huan had to admire.

This buddy is a typical example of God closing a window for him and opening a door for him.

That window is reading.

A door is anything other than reading...

Hunting, cooking, and martial arts, except that martial arts is just a show, the others are really easy to learn at first sight, and the blue is better than the blue.

Yan Liu is still the same man of few words.

He may feel very embarrassed to suddenly follow someone else and let the other person be responsible for his food. At first he didn't think much about it, but now that he realizes it, he really feels guilty.

As soon as he said he was going to rest, he would consciously go to collect firewood and find wild vegetables, rushing to do everything, Song Huan and the two of them couldn't stop him.

Song Huan once tried to make him stop and rest for a while, but this man who was not good at talking actually looked down like a child who did something wrong, he was at a loss and cautious.

Song Huan, "..."

Forget it, let him go.

It would take a long way to change his character.

Song Huan looked at Fu Yuanzhi, Fu Yuanzhi smiled slightly, "It's nothing, just let him get busy."

Only when people are busy can they stop thinking and restless.

September 27

early morning
in the inn

Fu Yuanzhi and the shopkeeper borrowed the kitchen, and Fu Yuanzhi ordered Yan Liu to sit on the stove and light the fire.

Why do you say order? If not, Yan Liu can finish it for him in the blink of an eye.

Fu Yuanzhi planned to cook by himself and cook a table of dishes that Miss Song liked.

The guys and chefs outside looked at the kitchen in disbelief.

The guy said, "I didn't expect this scholar to cook? Don't they say that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen?"

The cook nodded absently.

Who cares whether he cooks or not, I am also a gentleman, and I don't cook too?

The chef focused all his attention on Fu Yuanzhi and observed it. He did not expect that this scholar cooks well. He cooks dishes that he has never seen before. Could it be the specialties of other places?
I don't know if the taste is good, but if it is possible, hehe, after learning it, he has another good dish.

If the journey is not in a hurry, Song Huan will sleep in.

When Song Huan got up, Fu Yuanzhi was almost done.

Fu Yuanzhi came to knock on the door, and Song Huan just opened the door.

Song Huan saw that the table was full of his favorite food, and asked in surprise, "Is this made for me?"

Fu Yuanzhi nodded with a smile.

Yan Liu was in a dazed state.

Is today a good day?
Song Huan smiled happily, "Then I'll eat more."

The amount Fu Yuanzhi cooked was not large enough for three people.

After the meal, the three of them went to the creek not far from the inn to stay.

A crude fishing rod looms large above the stream.

Song Huan fell directly on the big rock that had been warmed by the sun.

The stone turned out to be the bottom of the stream during the high water period, and was washed smooth and delicate by the stream.

Now it's the dry season and it's exposed.

Song Huan was lying on top, with his legs crossed, his face covered with a bamboo hat to shade him, listening to the gurgling water and humming a little tune.

The breeze is blowing, so leisurely.

In fact, today is not Song Huan's real birthday, but the original body's.

Her birthday was yesterday.

Coincidentally, right?
Just a day away, not much difference.

Song Huan's birthday is today, and he doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to stop, rest, and relax.

My younger brother went to the government school, and her pressure dropped sharply. As long as she didn't waste money, her life was quite comfortable.

Just slowly save the expenses for his future trip to Beijing for the exam.

The travel expenses can be reimbursed by the government, and the living expenses have to be taken care of by themselves, but the days are still long, so it is good to accumulate slowly.

The days without the "oil bottle" are still very easy, just take care of yourself and don't have to think too much.

Thank you to the comrades who rewarded yesterday~O(≧≦)O