Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 864 The pit is 160 meters deep, Mojiu’s Peach Blossom Spring (6)
"It's fresh, and it happens to be sent to the mountain."

Xue Fang glanced at it. The eggs in this truck can be exchanged for a lot of money. Are they given to Mo Jiu for nothing?
He couldn't believe it and asked: "Why don't you keep it for yourself, or take it to the town for money?"

The man laughed, gave him a sympathetic look of "you don't know much", and said proudly: "Nowadays, life is better, eggs are not a rare thing, how much can you exchange for money, and the exchange for money is comparable to Jiuye's. Friendship? To tell you the truth, I heard that Master Jiu is looking for workers to build a new "Xiao Pavilion" recently, so I thought about taking these eggs up there to comfort the workers and let them work hard for Master Jiu."

No shortage?Is there no shortage of eggs in the car?Shouldn't he be willing to give Mo Jiu even if he doesn't need it?

Xue Fang wondered that Mo Jiu's influence was so great.

Looking back at the peach grove, he said: "Your family is not short of eggs, but can you not be short of chickens? Is it good to keep the eggs to hatch the cubs?"

The man laughed again, pointed at the eggs on the shelf cart and said, "Brother, is this the first time you have come to Xinglong Mountain? This cart of eggs is just the daily output of my chicken coop. If I give it to Lord Jiu, I won't be poor." .”

Speaking of this, he probably felt that Xue Fang, whose armor was a bit torn, might have come from a poor family. He sighed sympathetically, took a cloth pocket from the trolley, picked up an egg, stuffed it into it, and put the cloth pocket Handed it to Xue Fang, and said seriously: "Brother, we also came from a poor background, and now we are living a good life thanks to Master Jiu, so we have to follow Master Jiu's example and help as much as we can. These You take the eggs and eat them, turn around, bring the family to Xinglong Mountain, if there is no land, the chicken farm of big brother is still short of people, and you will definitely not be hungry when you come."

Xue Fang looked at the egg in his hand, speechless: "..."

It is an indisputable fact that the eight-month war turned his handsome fair-looking boy into a little black face, but does he really look so down and out?A man who runs a chicken farm feels sorry for him.

Poor Shijun Xiao, he thought that Mo Jiu was enduring hardships and cold on Xinglong Mountain, drinking snow and covered with frost. How could he know that Mo Jiu's life is like a fairy's life, okay?
Thinking of this, Xue Fang grinned suddenly, smiled and carefully placed a bag of eggs on the horse, then turned around and bowed to the black-faced man.

"Thank you, big brother, for giving me a lot of insight."

The black-faced man felt that his smile was a little weird, and frowned and asked, "Little brother, don't you believe me?"

"I believe it, I believe it very much!" Scratching his forehead, Xue Fang laughed loudly: "I will take this bag of eggs back to my master to taste, and then tell him what happened on Xinglong Mountain. What a pleasure."

"Alas!" The black-faced man thought for a while, maybe he felt that their family was poor, even the master of the family was poor, and he said with pity: "If you want to give it away, when you go down the mountain, come to that peach forest to find me The Taolin is within a mile walk. Anyway, it is convenient for you to have a horse, so you might as well bring more eggs and chickens back...Let the world know our Xinglong Mountain and Mo Jiuye on Xinglong Mountain ..."

Xue Fang was startled, then grinned loudly, "Hey, okay, big brother, I will definitely do it!"

Anyway, there are many soldiers in their army, and a big battle is about to happen, so he is not worried that no one will eat his eggs.

On the way up the mountain with shopkeeper Lin and the black-faced man, Xue Fang kept looking east and west, watching the changes in Xinglong Mountain in the past eight months, seeing some weird buildings that were under construction and not yet completed, and walking through the forest with a smile on his face. The villagers and Mohist disciples who came and went, with real and relaxed smiles on their faces, merged with this mountain, just like the legendary Xanadu, and it was completely incompatible with the war-torn battlefield, just like two worlds.

Poor Shijun Xiao, he can't forget Mo Jiu, but Master Jiu lives in a world different from his, so comfortable that his head is getting oily, right?
Thinking of Xiao Qian who was drinking horses and wiping swords by the Jianshui River, and Mo Jiu who hadn't sent a word to Xiao Qian for eight months, he suddenly lost confidence—the current Master Jiu, received a letter from the envoy. Xin, can you treat me well?Did she already forget Xiao Shijun?
Xue Fang was worried, so shopkeeper Lin grabbed his hand.

"Young man, have you seen the Great Fort Gate? The Jinzhou branch is almost here!"

Xue Fang fixed his eyes, and from a distance, he could see a huge city gate on the mountain, with a few words written in gold on it.

"Mohist Jinzhou sub-helm!"

(End of this chapter)