Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

() The wine transport team drove out dozens of miles overnight, and did not turn off the torches until the east was pale.

Not far from the road ahead, some roofs can be seen faintly in the woods, which seems to be a village.

The roosters jumped up to the high place and started their work in the morning, and the team quietly entered the village amidst the sound of "woo woo woo" one after another.

Ximen Qing had been overturning on the horse for nearly a night, and only stopped to rest twice in the middle, but he was still in good spirits.

Ever since crossing, there is no shortage of waiters around me, and I have never experienced this kind of feeling of riding a horse all night.

Wu Song and Sun Erniang are even more energetic, presumably because men and women are not tired from working together.

The only exception was Shiqian when the flea was on the drum. With the crowing of the cock, he had no energy, half leaning against the cart, as if he could fall into a deep sleep at any time.

Originally, he wanted to find a post station to rest, but what Ximen Qing didn't expect was that the porters said that the nearest post station was still twenty miles away.

This made Ximen Qing regret the small inn he passed by in the middle of the night.

However, the village in front of them brought some surprises. After walking around a small forest, Wu Song and Erniang Sun found that the village was not small.

Seeing the rising smoke in the village, Ximenqing decided to let the team rest in the village, preferably to take a nap, and go to the post station twenty miles away for the night after getting up in the afternoon.

This is already the ground of Huaizhou. Even if Mengzhou sent troops to pursue it, it would be a step too late.

Although Wu Song and the others passed by when they were wandering in the rivers and lakes, no one passed by this village, so when Ximen Qing asked, they all shook their heads and didn't know.

"There are so many unnamed villages like this, just rest your feet and talk about it."

Shi Qian yawned, apparently not interested in the village at all, only thinking about meeting Duke Zhou.

Over there, Erniang Sun stretched out her hand and pointed: "Master, look at the stone tablet over there. Could it be the name of the village on it?"

Ximen Qing jumped off the horse with great interest to check it out. He said that the stele was just a round stone, which had been cut into a flat surface somehow. There was a big character engraved on it. They were all filled with plaster, and no one took care of them.

Qin!

The word Qin immediately aroused Ximenqing's curiosity. He thought that Qin destroyed the six kingdoms and ruled the world. One branch of the Qin family is also a descendant of the Qin family. The name of the village here is Qin.

Although it was still early, the people in the village always got up early. As soon as the rooster crowed, the men got up in their clothes, not to mention the women who got up earlier were busy in an orderly manner by the stove.

As soon as the wine transport team stepped into the village, it attracted attention.

Enthusiastic villagers came forward to say hello, and helped to pull the cart to a compound. Before Ximen Qing and the others recovered, the tables were set down, and several tables of fragrant dried rice porridge were served. pot.

Coupled with all kinds of pickles and freshly baked cooking cakes, although it is far inferior to Ximen Qing's usual meals, it can be regarded as a standard Chinese breakfast.

Especially for hungry people who have been traveling all night, rice porridge is simply the best food.

The folk customs are simple and honest!

Ximenqing secretly sighed, saying that the merchants who passed by were treated like this. The villagers never mentioned what money is not, and they only asked: "Is it enough? How about another pancake?"

While Ximen Qing and the others were eating and drinking in peace, an old man appeared tremblingly on crutches.

It seems that instead of 75, there are [-] and up.

"This is the oldest old man in our village. I heard that there are distinguished guests coming, so I came here specially to accompany him."

Hearing the villagers' explanation, Ximen Qing hurriedly got up to give up his seat to the old man, but the old man shook his head and sat on the left side.

It was only then that Ximen Qing realized that no one had been sitting in that seat since just now. Could it be that he was waiting for this old man?

"It really is a distinguished guest." The old man could hardly keep his eyes open, he groped for a bowl and drank a mouthful of rice porridge and said, "Did these juniors treat the distinguished guests poorly?"

"Where is it, you are so enthusiastic." Ximen Qing watched the old man put down the bowl slowly: "What do you call the old man?"

The old man pushed the bowl and said with a smile: "What's the name of the little people? Most of the people in this village are surnamed Qin. The bad old man has lived longer than everyone else and has no ability at all. If the guest is willing, Just call Xiaomin the old Qin head."

"Then I'll call you old man." Ximen Qing smiled slightly: "We'll leave after we've had enough rest, I hope we won't disturb you. This place is called Qin's Village. I see a stone tablet at the entrance of the village."

"That's a rotten stone, and it was carved and played by Xiaomin when he was young." Old Qintou chuckled, as if Ximen Qing recalled it: "Your guest must be well-educated, and you can see it from a rotten stone." Here comes the name of the village."

Ximen Qing was speechless for a while, and the old Qintou asked again: "Xiaomin is a little confused, depending on the situation, did the distinguished guest drive all night? This is not like ordinary merchants."

"Huh?" Ximen Qing heard something wrong from this sentence, and then saw the surrounding villagers start to wink at each other secretly, and gradually gathered around.

Many people still put their hands into their arms, not knowing what to touch!

Is this still simple and honest?It's like entering a den of robbers!

Just now, old Qin, who was almost blind, raised his eyelids suddenly, and stared at Ximen Qing with two sharp eyes: "Where did you come from, and what do you do for a living?"

Those porters were still in the dark, but Wu Song and Sun Erniang had jumped up and looked at the surrounding villagers vigilantly.

Wu Song put one hand on the handle of the knife behind his back, while Sun Erniang simply took out a sharp knife from his sleeve and gestured back and forth.

The fortune teller Jiang Jing swallowed his saliva, his boss had just fished him out of the dark prison, why did he get into the fire pit again?Are these people villagers or kings of the mountain?

The only person present who was not nervous was Shi Qian, who quickly finished two bowls of rice porridge and three pancakes just now, and was sleeping soundly on the table at the moment.

"Wait." Ximen Qing didn't get up, and shouted: "We don't mean any malice, but if you do something, I'm afraid you won't get anything good!"

Old Qintou suddenly coughed violently, as if he had a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and immediately a villager came up and beat his back, but the villager watched Ximen Qing and the others with high vigilance while beating.

"Oh, I'm old and useless." Old Qin took a long time to catch his breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "There are only five of you, and one of you is sleeping, and we have here."

As he said that, Old Qin's eyes swept away: "There are 58 people, do you think you can get it right?"

Wu Song sneered: "Then you might as well try."

Sun Erniang also held the handle of the knife tightly, wondering if she should just jump on the table and control the old Qin head.

"Young man, I don't know who you are, but I know who the person next to you is."

Old Qin supported the villager who was beating his back just now, and tried to stand up: "The Shizipo is not far from our place, so I've heard of the name of the dominatrix."

Sun Erniang's face changed color, and the other party seemed to know her details clearly, but this Qin family village, including this old Qintou, had never heard of it.

Old Qin raised his eyes to look at Erniang Sun and said, "I knew your father when he was still doing robbery for a living. Your family-inherited boxing skills can at most surpass the five people here." .”

Sun Erniang's face became even uglier, who the hell is this old Qintou?He even knew his own father?

Ximen Qing smiled suddenly: "It seems that the old man likes to do arithmetic, so let's do arithmetic."

"After removing five people from 58, there are 53 people left." Ximen Qing seemed to be getting excited, pointing at Wu Song and said, "Do you know who this strong man is?"

The old Qin looked at Wu Song twice and said: "Look at the posture, he is a martial artist, so let me report my name. The old man has not walked in the rivers and lakes for many years, but this is the way he holds the knife."

"Is your teacher's surname Zhou?"

Even Wu Song changed his face this time. How could an unknown bad old man in a village know his master's inheritance from the way he held the knife?

"Could it really be the legendary Zhou Tong?"

Ximen Qing also murmured in his heart, and introduced to Old Qintou with a smile: "Let me tell the story, this is my second brother, surnamed Wu Mingsong."

Wu Song's name was well-known when he mentioned it. Perhaps Old Qintou didn't know the answer, and some villagers immediately asked in surprise, "Is it the Wu Song who killed the tiger with his bare hands on Jingyang Ridge?"

Almost all the villagers looked at Wu Song with surprised eyes.

Old Qin also looked Wu Song up and down again: "If your teacher is really surnamed Zhou, it would not be surprising to kill a tiger with his bare hands. That's good, you alone can stand up to twenty of them here."

"No." Old Qintou suddenly changed his tone again: "You see, I'm so confused, I almost lost my sight, the pair of knives are probably not ordinary soldiers, plus twenty more."

Hearing what Old Qintou said, the surrounding villagers looked at Wu Song even more shocked than before.

"The ancestors of 40 people have never given such a high evaluation."

"Two swords can defeat 20 people? I'm not convinced!"

Old Qintou coughed, and immediately interrupted the whispers of the surrounding villagers.

"53 people get rid of 40 people and there are 13 people"

The fortune teller Jiang Jing interrupted the old Qin's words with a chuckle: "Boss, don't look at my injuries, it's easy to deal with three or five."

"Okay!" Old Qin shouted: "Even if you can beat five, but I think your leader is powerless, how can you beat the remaining eight?"

Old Qin turned his head and looked at Ximen Qing again, as if he wanted to get an answer from his face.

"At the old man's age, he is really good at arithmetic." Ximen Qing smiled shyly: "The vision is even better. Xiaosheng has never caught a chicken, and he has only learned some tricks and embroidered legs."

"But you miss some things old man."

The romantic husband Ximen Qing:

Chapter 190 The Old Qin Head of Qin Family Village:

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