Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 10 Sandbar
Bo Xi has a slender and beautiful figure, and the shabby short brown can't hide the slender waist. Every move is pleasing to the eye. When he bends over, a strand of hair leaks out of the cloth and sticks to his cheek.

Yan Xiaotang hastily called out: "Big Brother!"

Her voice was not low, Zhao Nan and Yue Chu looked at her, and saw a strange light glowing in her eyes - Bo Xi was just standing up, and she turned his head to look at it, the strand of hair slipped down When he was blocked by the scarf and spun around his chin, Yan Xiaotang was instantly satisfied, thinking that it was her finger.

The hilt of the sword is probably made of jade, and bronze mixed with silver is melted into the incised seal script, so as to add bright silver light to the simplicity.The body of the sword is made of fine steel, and the tip is slender, just like his fingers... Yan Xiaotang took a deep breath and hypnotized himself: "It's mine, sooner or later it will be mine."

If Bo Xi really turned into a sword, Yan Xiaotang must wipe it a hundred times a day, and he would never let go of it after eating, maybe it can still be used for eating?
She was dreaming there, judging from her expression, she really couldn't imagine what kind of picture she was constructing. Zhao Nan and Bo Xiyuechu looked at each other with puzzled faces, but they didn't care too much.

"That's Zhaolai over there, right?"

Zhao Nan raised his hand to block the glare of the sun. In the direction he looked into the distance, a large sandbar was undulating.

Running through the twelve vassal kingdoms, the Junjiang River running through the entire northern border was divided into countless strands, like the scattered hair of a sleeping beauty, spreading out and flowing into the sea. Snow, water vapor blowing yarn, dozens of miles of tidal flats look extremely vast.

At the end of the eyes, the white land layer rises high and stretches along the coast, just like a huge and boundless white flour cake being neatly cut open, with a rift in the middle, which is the original mouth of the Junjiang River.

According to legend, 3000 years ago, during the Battle of the Gods, the tip of Shangxian Zhuwuluo's spear fell from the sky, and it just landed on the eastern end of the northern border, breaking the land into two halves. In the sea, there is this fault that is twenty miles away from the sea, like an insurmountable high wall, protecting everything on land from the disaster of the sea.

By the way, Zhu Wuluo is the founding patriarch of Taiwei Xianzong.

Now that half of the land has been raised, the original Junjiang River has a large waterfall hundreds of feet high according to the legend, but after years of erosion, today, the large waterfall has become dozens of chaotic small waterfalls. From that rift, the water flowed out in layers, forming sandbars on the flat terrain below.

No one cares if the legend is true or not, and the common people will only listen to it as an anecdote. Even the real Taiwei Xianzong people, everyone will never see half of them in their lives, and it is far from admiring and yearning.

To be specific, the Luoxia Palace, the outer sect of the Taiwei Immortal Sect, is very popular in Yongguo. At least, when the colored glaze on the roof reflects the light, it looks more dazzling than the royal palace.

Zhaolai City is located in the Rift Valley. The city wall is only half facing west, and the other half is cut by the cliff and deep valley, so there is no need to build a city wall. Therefore, Zhaolai City facing the inland side still looks like a city, facing the west. This side of the coast is ugly. The sea people who can't afford the land are crowded to build houses in the canyons washed out by the dredged river. Otherwise, the sea people who have been fishing for generations can eat and live on fishing boats.

But the sea people are the poorest. Not to mention bricks and tiles, even mud walls are a luxury for them. The houses along the mouth of the canyon are all made of rotten boards from the boat, and they are crooked. Crowded together, gray and black, as more and more sea people gathered, they squeezed into today's photos.

From Zhaonan's point of view, he happened to see Zhaolai's side facing the sea, with scars sticking to the white rock.

"I have been here before... At that time, there was no such city..."

Yan Xiaotang rinsed the jade block, walked past him holding it, and said, "Master, before Sundial Island sank, Zhaolai had it, you must have misremembered it."

Zhao Nan smiled, more than 400 years have passed, as expected, the time flies, and the hair of the sleeping beauty has been turned into dysentery.

It looks close, but it is far away when running.

But the closer you get, the bigger the scar becomes, and it spreads out along the river rift, like pus from a wound, and the more you see it, the more disgusting it becomes.

At first, there were scattered sampan boats held down by stone anchors on the sandbar. Later, there were large puddles dug out by the fence, and there were piles of dilapidated wooden boats crowded inside. Frozen with a layer of frost, the top of the mast was torn apart by the wind. I don't know if it is a flag or a pair of pants. It looks strange.

Moonrise wrinkled her nose, and after a while, she left them to walk around, and then came back with various expressions.He originally thought that there was a reason for them to fall into such a miserable state all of a sudden, just like the bones frozen to death by the roadside, this kind of living situation cannot be maintained for a long time, they either die or get better.However, I heard from the fourth brother that this kind of boat is the tool for most people in Zhaolai to support their families. Even from grandparents to future grandchildren, and maybe even grandchildren in the future, they all rely on this kind of boat to survive. Moonrise is not quite understandable.

It is quite understandable for Yan Xiaotang to treat her master and senior brothers as boudoir ladies who have never been out of the house in Qingyi.

She chuckled and said, "Third senior brother, the pot cakes you hate the most, ordinary Haimin families can't afford them."

Yuechu stared at her in a daze, and after a while, she let out a "chirp" and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her complexion ashen.

Zhao Nan and Bo Xi don't need to eat at all. After their bodies have been tempered heavily, they are no longer mortal bodies. Eating or not eating has nothing to do with their lives, and they will never die of starvation.But Yuechu can't, that's why Yuechu has Bigu Dan on his body, he kept it as a spare for himself, but in the end he just returned one to Yan Xiaotang, since there will be no Bigu Dan in the future, so he can only eat to avoid it Starved to death, pot pie is actually a good thing, so bad... how bad is it?
Bo Xi tapped the broken jade in his hand, and stretched out four fingers - he could still eat four meals of pot cakes.

Of course, if you're not in front of people, it's only Yuechu and Yan Xiaotang who eat, and they can eat two more meals.

Yan Xiaotang squatted beside the cart and said, "The dogs can be sold, but they will run out of food for two days."

Zhao Nan didn't understand everything in the secular world, so he humbly asked for advice: "What should I do?"

Yan Xiaotang was actually thinking about this question along the way, the master couldn't show his face due to understandable reasons, and the plan to go to teahouses and restaurants to play the piano and paint for money had to be given up, the remaining three senior brothers and herself, the two capable ones seemed to be left with only physical labor. .

She raised a bright smile: "Master, don't worry, this disciple has a solution!"

Zhao Nan believed it was true, and smiled warmly.

Moonrise sniffed the air, keenly aware that something bad was about to happen——

There is not even a city wall, and of course there are no doors. You don't need officials to guide you to enter the city, you just need to climb on two legs.

It's just that from the highest point of Zhaolai to the lowest point, the drop of hundreds of feet can make people tremble. The muddy roads are trampled and mixed among the houses shaped like the bow, stern, and hull of a ship, with twists and turns. Extending to a high place, if you look up suddenly, you will break your neck.

Yan Xiaotang used to come from Qingyi, coming from the west side, which happened to be higher, and through the city gate, you can see the entire Zhaolai stretching down towards the coast. There was a "click", grinning in pain. Although the neck was twisted, I had to admit that it was even more shocking to look at it from below, as if the dilapidated wooden houses were piled up to the sky.

On the right hand side is a swamp formed by a dozen or so waterfalls at the bottom. Due to the gathering of running water in the city, only a thin layer of cracked ice formed on the edge. The densely packed boats are crowded inside, and people of all ages can be seen in these waters. The boats come and go, probably people who don't even have broken wooden houses, they can only live on the boats in the humidity, and there is a fishy and damp smell sweeping the place.

The feet are wet, but there are many men pulling carts walking barefoot on it, with their trouser legs rolled up to their calves.They numbly pulled the heavy carts whose wheels were stuck in the mud and walked between the houses. They passed by the door of the tavern with dried meat strips, and then raised their heads to take a breath, and then lowered their heads and walked past.

Zhao Nan and Bo Xi Yuechu silently savored the world in front of them, and they could see that it had a great impact on them. If Yan Xiaotang hadn't brought them here, I'm afraid they would never have imagined that there is such a place, humble and lowly, to this world. dispensable.

In fact, Yan Xiaotang only knew about it before, and she hadn't really entered such a place, but she was mentally prepared, and her small face fully supported her face.

Walk a few miles along the Banqiao, which bends and turns at the edge of the water, and the water gathered on the other side becomes a river again. There are countless docks and shops selling seafood. The situation is much better. The road is built of stones and is two feet wide. , There are also two-story and three-story houses for larger carriages and horses, and there are fewer patches on passers-by.

Yan Xiaotang took master and senior brothers to a muddy stall, exchanged the smallest jade stone for half a pot of wild vegetable root paste and a pot of hot water, greeted Zhao Nan, and drove the dogs to sell it.

She hadn't gone far when Yuechu took her hateful gaze away from the steaming mush that looked like thin cow dung and said: "Master, I'm not hungry, I'll go for a walk around."

Zhao Nan nodded, and Yue Chu got up and walked away.

The dogs didn't know they were about to be sold, and they stared at Yan Xiaotang with gleaming black eyes, thinking that there was more meat to eat, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

Yan Xiaotang patted the dog's head one by one, feeling astringent and uncomfortable, thinking of the group that was left in the general's mansion, it was even more difficult.

I was a little lost in thought, and didn't notice that the two strong men next to me carried a sedan chair and bumped into her. They were the ones who bumped into her, and they cursed instead: "Don't you have eyes? Look!"

She was so small that she didn't fall into the river before she stabilized her feet, and the dogs stopped barking.

(End of this chapter)