The indescribable Taoist Lord

The oxcart moved slowly on the plain, like a drop of ink on the vast expanse of water. The pure whiteness of the sky and the earth made everyone's faces burn red - at this moment, the sky had become inexplicably clear.

The light of the Golden Crow reflected on the vast white snow, and the light of the snow also reflected on everyone's faces.

"Where do young people come from?"

Zhang He and Zhang Qinghe were shoulder to shoulder, but one was sitting and the other walking. This man possesses the simplicity and honesty common to all farmers, and is somewhat similar to Guo Sicheng's temperament, but not entirely the same.

He has a beard on his face, but his figure is a little thin, but in the winter, he looks bloated - looking around, there are all farmers who are like this to protect themselves from the cold.

Zhang Qinghe didn't want to pay attention at first, but after thinking about the fact that this man was wrapping clothes around his body and not shying away from his wet behavior, he was still a little moved after all -

His downcast expression did not change, he just said softly...

"Come from... from Chang'an."

At this time, not only Zhang He was stunned, but also the idle men around him were stunned. Even the eyes of the old village masa were in awe - that was an awe that Zhang Qinghe was not used to.

"It turns out he is an official from Chang'an."

Among them was only Xiao San'er, who was wearing an old coat and felt hat, and his smart eyes were even more curious.

"Oh...Chang'an...that's a great place.

I don’t know why I almost drowned in the Wei River? "

Zhang He sold it well, smiled, and asked cautiously.

"Oh... I just made a mistake."

Zhang Qinghe reluctantly put on a coping smile, pursed his lips, and refused to explain any more.

"Oh...I slipped..."

Zhang He smiled honestly.

"Boss..." Muramasa scolded him quickly, and Zhang He gave him an apologetic look - although he was not cunning, he was not unsophisticated, and he had asked a little too deeply just now.

This young man was extremely handsome, as if he came from heaven. He had never seen him before. The story of a talented man and a beautiful woman sung in the theater troupe, the protagonist in it is probably nothing more than that.

It’s all written in the booklet! No matter how handsome a person is, he will still encounter emotional trauma. Isn't drowning in a river a common scene? The young man was probably too embarrassed to say it, but he didn't expect that everyone might have already guessed it.

Thinking of this, Zhang He, Tu Zi, and Datong looked at each other, and they all saw the smile in each other's eyes.

Alas...these young masters from wealthy families don't care most about love affairs. The slightest setback will lead to life and death!

Otherwise, he would have fine clothes and fine food, and there would be nothing to worry about. If it wasn't for love, why would he throw himself into the river?

Zhang Qinghe didn't know what these men were thinking. He just watched them smile at him, unable to figure it out, and he didn't care.

"I don't know...father-in-law, where is this place?"

After listening to these men asking questions, Zhang Qinghe finally asked. Although he was immersed in the silence of the collapse of his faith, he still had some instinct to care about his own situation...

Seeing that the young man's words were dry and confused, everyone laughed.

"I originally thought that the official was from Lantian County, but I didn't expect that he actually came from Chang'an...

Then you are very lucky. There was a strong wind and snow the night before, and the current was fast. I was afraid that I had to catch some driftwood to get here.

Our place is under the jurisdiction of Lantian County and is a small village on the branch of the Weishui River. Everyone has ancestors with the same surname, so the name is also common, called Zhangjiacun. "

Muramasa smiled.

"It's coming soon. It's a rural place and the tea is crude. I hope the officials won't dislike it."

There were finally some variegated colors in the white snow. Muramasa pointed with the cane in his hand, and a small scattered village appeared in the snow. There are also hills around it, which can barely be regarded as a valley. It must be called beautiful when the snow melts.

"I heard from Gouzi and Xiao San'er that they discovered the official first. Xiao San'er has the brightest mind among us. He has been kind-hearted since he was a child, but sometimes he is a bit ignorant."

Muramasa smiled.

Zhang San, however, looked at it with some eagerness... Muramasa was secretly saying that it was Zhang San who saved this noble man from Chang'an who was clothed in brocade!

They didn't see it, but he himself knew the truth. It wasn't him who saved Zhang Qinghe, but Zhang Qinghe who saved him.

"Muramasa, it's not..."

Before Zhang San could finish his sentence, Zhang Qinghe responded absently——

"That's right."

Zhang He and others looked at Zhang Qinghe's appearance and came back to their senses. I'm afraid this is not the result of being immersed in ice water, but the emotional injury! The playbook says it well - there is no greater sorrow than death. I am afraid that this young boy was hurt too deeply by some noble lady, and he has a death wish in his heart.

They were all people who had gone to Lantian County to gain experience in Goulan and restaurants in their spare time. The situation described by those storytellers was no different from what it was now!

Zhang He pulled several people away...

"This doll is so pitiful."

"What's so pitiful about having enough to eat and warm clothes just because of a girl?"

"If you want me to see it, use my Tigress..."

"Butcher, get out of here."

Zhang Datong, Zhang Tuzi and Zhang He looked directly at Zhang Qinghe. This young man had an aura that made people approachable. Seeing him like this, they couldn't help but sympathize with him.

But it was at this time that Muramasa came up with the idea——

"It seems that the official has something on his mind. People who have something on their mind always have various reasons not to go home.

How about staying in our village for a few days... Although there is nothing unusual in this area, it seems to be a life that officials have never been exposed to.

I'm over 70 years old... but I can still live a somewhat meaningful life. Sometimes there is no way to go, but if you stay alive, you will make it? So let’s not worry about anything else, let’s live and see..."

Muramasa lowered his head and smiled, with a kind face. Zhang Qinghe's eyes were still distracted, and he didn't say yes or no.

"How about it? If the official agrees, I will ask Xiao San'er to go to his house to prepare bedding. I think he won't dislike the extra popularity if he comes to his house."

"Yes, there are not many sets of dishes and chopsticks on the left and right. If San'er's family is in trouble, I will go up the mountain to hunt rabbits!"

Zhang Datong smiled.

Muramasa and these men naturally have some selfish motives - they all know that Zhang San's mother is now infected with the cold. Although this is a matter of life and death for ordinary people, for the people in Chang'an, it can be solved easily. Since Zhang San saved this noble man, it was his destiny and they had to help him.

But at the same time, they also wanted to guide this young man from the bottom of his heart to dispel his worries and ambitions. The ideas of these farmers were very simple.

——It’s the age when you should live a good life. How come you can’t live a good life no matter how old you are?

The annoyance of being too high is meaningless to them. They are also praying for a rich granary and working hard to survive.