The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 181 Golden Millet
Golden autumn September.

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West and gold are established, and rice is the essence of yang.

On both sides of the road, the flat land is golden.

The heavy ears of grain drooped their heads, and all of them looked listless.

In the field, there are scarecrows everywhere, standing on the ground, watching over the corn that is about to be harvested all over the ground.

But there are still greedy birds, regardless of the scarecrow's threat, swooping down from the sky to peck the golden rice grains ahead of time.

This aroused the anger of the old farmers in the field, and jumped out of the shacks with their heads down one after another, holding long bamboo poles to drive away the birds.

But these birds are light and light, they land and fly quickly, and they are extremely dexterous. How can these old farmers catch up with them?
A large number of other flying birds circling in the distance seemed to be envious that these pioneers had tasted the sweetness, and after some hesitation, they gradually joined in.

For a moment, the flock of birds soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, like a huge black blanket, covering the golden ears of grain.

The old farmers were frightened and angry, and they took up bamboo poles and drove hard.

However, with such a huge flock of birds, what can they do with just a few old farmers?

Gradually, these birds became more and more daring, and swooped and pecked rice more frequently.

Looking at the number of birds, if this continues without stopping, this year's harvest will drop by at least half!
A good harvest is originally a happy thing.

But if the harvest is taken into consideration by something else, it may become a disaster.

"Isn't the Tian family suffering? It's hard to get rid of it.

Distant depression heart, thousands of years is related.

I hope it will grow like this, and Gong Geng is not to be sighed. "

At this moment, on the main road, there was a scholar riding a horse. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, and said with great compassion: "It's a pity, it's a pity, these farmers, sowing seeds in spring and watering in summer, finally survived until the harvest time in autumn. Unfortunately, it will be eaten by birds."

The scholar was dressed in a long robe, with a sword on his waist, and a horse on his hip, looking like he was wielding a sword.

He rode a horse with a bridle and walked slowly, as if he was not in a hurry.

And the reason why he didn't rush on the road probably wasn't because there was a beautiful young lady by his side.

Walking side by side with the scholar is a woman in green clothes. She is in her twenties, but she does not ride a sedan chair like an ordinary lady when she goes out, but rides a horse.

When the woman in green heard the scholar reciting poems, she tilted her head slightly, looked at it, then covered her mouth with a light smile and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Ren, who came from a wealthy family, to know about farming."

When the scholar heard that the woman who was traveling with him praised him generously, there was a hint of color between his brows.

However, he shook his hand and said, "Farming is the foundation of the country. Although we don't have to do farming with relatives, all our food and clothing come from the millet and mulberry farmers, so we have to check our ears.

Even the current Holy Majesty..."

Speaking of "the current sage", the scholar's face suddenly became solemn, he clasped his fists with both hands, and raised his hand to the upper left, and then continued: "Even the current sage, every March, he will go to Huangzhuang to bow his head and personally use the hoe to show Reward the heart of farming."

The woman in green heard this, covered her mouth with a smile, and said, "I am very touched by the words of the young master. It's just..."

The scholar originally heard the praise of the beautiful woman, and thought that the few lines of poems just now were reciting to a wonderful point, and maybe he could capture the beauty's heart.Tonight in the city, maybe in the city, I can still enjoy the fragrance and have a good time together.

However, he didn't wake up until he heard the word "just".It turned out that the girl's wording was raised first and then lowered. Could it be that the horse was photographed on the horse's feet?
Seeing this, the scholar's thoughts raced in his head, searching for words, and said, "Oh, Ms. Mourning, what's your opinion?"

The girl in green, Mourning, covered her mouth with a chuckle and said, "I am a daughter, how can I have any good ideas? It's just that I just heard the young master reciting poems, and the servant suddenly felt something and thought of some problems."

"Oh, what's the problem, why don't you talk about it and let's discuss it together?"

Before Mourning could speak, a little maid who was following her burst out laughing first.

After hearing this, the scholar couldn't help but frowned slightly, and said in his heart: "This little girl is so troublesome, our master is talking, why are you a servant interrupting?"

Following behind Mourning was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old woman in light-colored clothes, who looked like an inexplicable maid.

She was also riding a horse. She glanced at the scholar, with a playful look on her face, and said, "I am a little girl, am I a little out of my mind? Your master is talking, and I, as a servant, really don't care. It's time to interrupt."

Hearing this, the scholar was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but look back at the little maid, with a look of surprise on his face.

She said this... It was as if she had seen through the heart of the scholar, so targeted...

Thinking of this, the scholar hurriedly shook his head secretly, thinking: "Impossible...how is this possible, it must be a coincidence...it must be a coincidence..."

Although he thought so in his heart, there was a smile on his face, and he said with a smile: "Miss Qiao'er laughed, she must have some good ideas, why don't you tell me?"

The servant girl Qiao'er took a peek at her own girl and said, "I'm a little girl, what advice can I have. It's just that this person can eat rice when he's hungry, and what should the bird eat when he's hungry?"

Mourning heard the words, nodded slightly, swept to the side of the field, saw the scene of a group of old farmers anxiously hunting birds, could not help shaking his head secretly: "This little bird can eat as much, why can't it eat?" compatible?"

There are quite a lot of pedestrians on the official road at this time.

There are those who ride horses, those who ride donkeys, and those who drive chariots.But more of them are farmers in short coats carrying shoulders and hands, going to the city to go to the market.

They all showed surprise on their faces when they heard the girl in green.

Some people even showed anger, but they just didn't dare to attack.

This girl is really a young lady who was born in the city. She doesn't know anything about farming, let alone the suffering of farmers.

These "little birds" in her mouth, once let go, let them peck.It can't be said that this large field has no harvest, and I'm afraid it will lose [-]% of it.

With so little harvest, I don’t know how many people will starve to death this year.

However, in the mouth of the eldest lady, is it still inferior to these little birds?
Hearing the words, the scholar immediately clapped his hands and sighed, saying: "Hey, it seems that Ren's structure is small, and he only thinks about small things like peasants. But the girl can tolerate all kinds of creatures in the world, this is true. His love knows no bounds."

Mo Ning couldn't help smiling when he heard Young Master Ren's flattery, and said: "Young Master, you are absurd. I just have a mind. This man needs to eat while he is alive, and the bird has to eat if he wants to live. How can we favor one over the other?"

The scholar listened, nodded repeatedly, and reprimanded: "These old farmers are so ignorant; this little bird just ate a few grains of rice from them, so it's a fuss."

After hearing this, Mourning couldn't help but shine a little light in his big eyes.She looked at the scholar with a look of admiration in her eyes.

Seeing this, the scholar immediately puffed up his chest, his vanity was greatly satisfied.

The old farmers in the field saw that the more they chased away, the more sparrows came, and they couldn't help feeling very anxious, and many of them cried out in anxiety.

While desperately chasing the birds away, they beat the gong to call people from the village to help.

Mourning's eyes turned softly, and said: "Since you have such a kind heart, why don't you..."

As she spoke, she stretched out a green finger, pointed at the busy old farmer in the field, and said, "Why don't you 'persuade' them so that they don't drive away the birds, so that these birds can also eat food. "

The scholar frowned slightly after hearing this.Although he is a dude, he is in his thirties. Although he doesn't know much about things, he subconsciously feels that this matter is inappropriate.

However, when he saw Mourning's charming face and expectant eyes, his heart suddenly became hot, and he called out: "Come here—"

Far behind, there were seven or eight warriors with knives. They heard the master's call, and immediately rode up and said, "Young master, what's the matter?"

The scholar pointed at the field and said, "Go, tell them to stop chasing birds."

"what?"

Seeing that his subordinates dared to hesitate to his order, the scholar couldn't help being furious, and scolded his head and face: "You bastard, what, my son's words don't work anymore? Do you want me to find my cousin and let him Can your patrol envoys give orders in person?"

"Yes... son."

Seeing this, all the warriors had no choice but to turn their horses' heads, and prepared to let their horses into the fields to drive away those old farmers.

at this time--

"Jingle Bell……"

Suddenly, a crisp copper bell sounded.

Following the ringing of the bell, the birds flying all over the field suddenly stopped their wings as if they were stimulated by something.

The birds covering the sky and the sun fell from the sky one after another, like a sudden rain.

In an instant, these birds disappeared into the grain field and disappeared.

In the blue sky, there was no trace of a bird, and it became clean.

Almost everyone in the field and on the road was shocked by this unexpected scene.

Everyone stopped and followed the place where the bell started, looking towards the side of the road.

On the side of the road and on the ground, there was a young man in a short jacket, only seventeen or eighteen years old, standing there.

In his left hand, he was holding a brass bell, which just stopped shaking.

At this moment, he slowly lowered his left hand, as if he was about to put away the copper bell.

These birds were all "killed" by this young man with the sound of copper bells?

After Mourning was shocked, a trace of anger appeared on his face.

She turned her head to look at the instigator, the young man standing in a field by the side of the road.

However, when she saw his tall and straight body and his fair and handsome side face, the angry look on her face immediately flew away.

Her eyes widened instantly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

When Mourning saw the handsome appearance of this young man, the birds he thought of you just now seemed to be no longer important.

(End of this chapter)