The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

On an ordinary morning, the sky was a little gloomy, but from the experience of these days, the rain could not fall for a while.

In front of the reconstructed Assassin's residence, Jiang qianxia was dug up from his bed bleary eyed. After a simple wash, he was thrown into the carriage.

The carriage was not comfortable with a bed. He was a little sober. Jiang qianxia lifted the driving curtain and looked around. He slapped his hand on the frame.

"Why are you all gloomy? The funeral procession is a little more lively than you."

This metaphor is really too wide a blow. The students looked at the professional monks and Taoists with bitter faces and found that these people were all virtuous and virtuous experts, and turned their eyes maliciously.

"OK, we've finished what we should do. We've been out for more than a month. It's almost late autumn now. We have to linger again. I'm afraid the first snow will come down on the way back. Don't let the family worry."

Casually soothing everyone's sadness, Jiang qianxia looked at the sky and nodded at the boundless.

In order to keep their ears clean, they didn't tell anyone about their departure today, so they wanted to go first in a low-key way, so as to save these people who are looking at the willows on the side of the road and are very sad. If they are sent, they don't know what they will cry like.

Help Jiang qianxia pull up the curtain of the car, boundlessly turn over and get on the horse, tell him to go down and start.

It's time to go. Everyone is silent again.

Sitting alone in the carriage, Jiang qianxia is also infected with some sadness, but only a little. After all, she has been to Daqian for so few years. There are too many places, people saved and efforts paid, but the sadness can't come

He was lost in thought, but there was a sudden noise outside the car. Jiang qianxia looked angrily through the window and found that their returning team had been stopped.

"Special envoy! Gentlemen and masters, go slowly, go slowly!"

"Why don't you want to leave without saying a word? If we hadn't seen the sun rise and didn't see the little gentlemen come out, I'm afraid we wouldn't know you'd go quietly!"

"Special envoy, we know that you can't stay in a small place, but you've been so gracious these days that you have to give us a chance to thank you!"

"Yes, we are afraid to make you angry accidentally. Now we have to go. In the future, we ordinary people are afraid that we will never have a chance to see you and young gentlemen again..."

In all directions, a steady stream of people rushed to the motorcade. You couldn't really hear what I said for a moment, but the lingering love of the people really fell on everyone's body and heart.

The people who came were not afraid of Jiang qianxia's living hell. They directly squeezed into the team and talked about their gratitude to familiar people.

The absolute difference in the number of people on both sides has led to everyone surrounded by a large group of people. Even in front of the jiangqianxia carriage, there are countless children of all sizes, and the crying brain hurts.

It's funny to say that these children are clean with Jiang qianxia. First, she always eats food. She often blocks their mouths with food for fear of crying and trouble, so she is more loved by the children.

Second, as the dean of the Shihui hall, he was suffering from an occupational disease. When he saw that half of the children always wanted to teach them some basic knowledge, he tested them by the way, and then fooled them into going to the Shihui hall in the future.

Now it's no surprise that these children are crying and want to follow her.

They all came to see them off sincerely. Although they had a headache, the surprise was an indisputable fact.

Patience made the people and the team reluctant to bid farewell. For less than half an hour, they cried for several times. As soon as they wanted the people to make way, they saw a wave of people dragging the team not to move, and the other wave galloped away.

After a while, the people who left came back. In addition to the "local specialties" such as their own chickens and ducks, eggs, bacon and lively fish, they also had a wicker.

Unlike scholars who fold willows to see them off, they just fold a twig. These people, who have been nurtured by students for some time, only know that there should be willows to see them off, but they don't know the specific ones. They all feel upright. The more and longer the willows, the more they can express their feelings.

So when looking at a dozen men carrying a whole willow tree and putting it beside Jiang qianxia's car, Jiang qianxia really had nothing to say except that the corners of his mouth twitched and asked him to accept the tree with a smile.

"... Oh, give this to them for me. It'll be a return gift from the willow tree..."

He took off the lanolin jade pendant hanging around his waist and handed it to boundless. Jiang qianxia couldn't help laughing.

The men who got the jade pendant laughed in surprise. No one competed. They just found an old man with chicken skin and hair and solemnly handed over the jade pendant to the old man.

The old man should have great prestige in the local area. When he touched the jade pendant, he felt the warm touch and slightly warm delicacy, smiled, exposed the last few yellow teeth in his mouth, and greeted the people to kneel down and thank them.

He smiled and retracted into the car. For a moment, he felt the sound, and the song poured out of his mouth unconsciously:

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road,

The grass is green.

The morning wind blows the willows and the flute remains,

The sunset is beyond the mountains.

The ends of the earth, the corners of the earth,

Acquaintances are half scattered.

A pot of muddy wine makes you happy,

Don't dream of cold tonight... "

Although it is a little less to change the evening wind blowing willows into the morning wind, there is a lot of affection in it.

The noisy voice stopped imperceptibly, and the gentle and crisp female voice went farther and farther. After all, the students were smart and remembered the simple lyrics as soon as they heard them.

Addicted to the lyrics, the students were reluctant to say goodbye. Unconsciously, the students couldn't help but get up and sing along.

When one person sings, ten people sing, a hundred people sing and a thousand people sing.

Those who can write down the lyrics will cry. Those who can't remember the lyrics will hum along with the melodious tune and shake their heads. There are also many tears.

Singing and singing, the people slowly moved to both sides. The motorcade was rearranged and moved forward slowly under the escort of the people.

The song kept singing. Although the people didn't stop the motorcade, they couldn't help following the motorcade and walking.

The ancients said goodbye to each other within ten miles. Today, the people send out more than ten miles? If Jiang qianxia hadn't felt that he couldn't let them follow him at last, he directly stood up and pretended to be angry and scolded. These people were afraid that they would want to follow them back to Beijing.

How broad the boundary between the two lakes is, one group of people sent it back, and another group of people seemed to have to send it again in the relay race.

Until they got out of the boundary of the two lakes, the seeing off people finally stopped, and everyone in the team was relieved.

It's emotional to say goodbye once, and it's painful to say goodbye dozens of times