Chapter 126 Second Scholar 1

The carriage walked on the road for two days, and the group encountered the biggest rainstorm since the beginning of autumn.

The pouring rain rushed down as if it didn't cost money. From time to time, the dark and gloomy sky crossed a few blue lightnings, accompanied by a rumble of thunder.

The horse couldn't see clearly in the heavy rain. In addition, he was afraid of thunder. When he panicked, he pulled the carriage and knocked on the sharp stone. He almost vomited in the carriage on the spot, which was already dizzy because of joy. Fortunately, he held her firmly under his buttocks at the last moment. That made her feel a little better.

The abundant rain made the road muddy, and the horse wheels were trapped in the puddle several times - what's more, because the rain was too heavy, the gap between the carriages actually leaked!

Fortunately, he has a strange and strong ability to directly block the gap with ice, which avoids the end of a pile of quilt pillows in the carriage being soaked.

Ben Lei was going to drive the carriage under the big tree in front of him. Shan Xiaowu knew that his back face was green, so he quickly called him to turn around and find an empty place, and then went into the carriage to hide from the rain.

When it was thundering, he ran to the tree to hide from the rain, which was purely hanging by the birthday star - he thought it was a long life.

The rain is getting stronger and stronger, because the windows are closed, the air in the carriage is a little uncirculated, and there is a pile of thick quilts surrounding it. Shan Xiaowu began to feel a little difficult to breathe, and the feeling of vomiting is stronger.

"Why did it suddenly rain so heavily?" As he twisted the corner of his soaked clothes, he opened a small crack on the door and looked out. From time to time, he sighed, "The farmers who have confiscated things in the field are going to suffer."

Sitting on the inner wall of the carriage, her hands crossed on the single five waists, steadily protecting her.

After listening to Ben Lei's words, he didn't say anything. He just looked down at Shan Xiaowu in his arms and always paid attention to all her expressions.

The petite Shan Xiaowu huddled in his broad arms, his head rested on his chest, and his expression was full of bitterness - she really wanted to vomit.

She couldn't help it. She said hello to Guibu Li, asked him to let go of himself, and then opened the curtains and half poked her head out and vomited for a long time.

I made a small shed out of ice to temporarily block the rain, and then silently stroked her back with a big palm to breathe for her. The other hand grabbed the clean hand aside and wiped the water droplets on her hair.

"God, I think I'm going to die..." Shan Xiaowu pressed his stomach and even his shoulders were shaking.

"Forbear with it, I will arrive in the capital soon." He held her hand and carefully moved her back from the window to his arms.

Looking at the situation, the rain will not stop for a while. It has been bumpy for a day before. Shan Xiaowu's face is paler than before, and the frequency of dry vomiting has increased a lot. Before, he could eat some rice and vegetables, but now he can only drink water to support it, and he can't eat anything else.

I don't want Shan Xiaowu to continue to be so haggard. Besides, it's not a good idea to be stuck in the carriage all the time.

"Benlei, find a place nearby where you can hide from the rain." Without raising his head, he ordered in a low voice, "As soon as possible."

"I know."

Ben Lei took a look at Shan Xiaowu, who was getting paler and whiter, and it became clear in an instant.

Without talking, he stretched out his hand and pulled on the dry raincoat hanging beside him, opened the car door and rushed out, and disappeared in the rain curtain of heaven and earth in an instant.

Several horses' hissings and kicks came from outside the carriage, which was obviously shocked by the amazing speed of Benlei.

Shan Xiaowu looked up and looked at it. He hung his head and sat beside him in discouraged. It was as dark outside as the end of the world. It was dark and uncomfortable to look at it.

I closed the door again, and only half opened the left window for ventilation.

The sound of rain was still ticking. When Shan Xiaowu leaned on his shoulder and was drowsy, the thunder came back.

"Walk ten miles further and cross a slope where there is a broken temple. We can go there to take shelter from the rain and spend the night by the night."

I heard that there was a place to rest his feet. Shan Xiaowu immediately came to his senses, and his face was much better.

She hasn't been on the ground for the past two days. She is really fed up with the feeling that she can only move in the carriage.

For her, he straightened out the messy bangs that looked messy because of the rain, and only whispered, "Let's go."

"Let's sit down."

Ben Lei said, rudely wiped off the rainwater hanging down to his eyebrows with his hands, tidied up his raincoat and sat in front to pull up the reins.

Shan Xiaowu looked around and found a wider bamboo hat placed in the far corner and handed it away. The latter was so good that he threw it out without lifting his eyelids.

Run Leiyan caught it quickly and put it on his head rudely - the rain was too heavy, and there was something that could see farther away from the water vapor.

After almost a burst of incense, the carriage finally arrived in front of the ruined temple that Ben Lei said.

Shan Xiaowu poked his head out of the car and sighed from the bottom of his heart at the first sight of the broken temple: It's really broken!

He rushed the two horses to the eaves to shelter from the rain, and Shan Xiaowu walked directly to the temple from Gui Buli.

The sky is still cloudy, and the light in the temple is very dark.

Occasionally, when lightning passes, you can see that there is thick dust all around, and spider webs are everywhere. There are even one or two thin mice crawling by as they walk in, making a lot of noise in this quiet place.

The statue worshipped in the temple has not been known for a long time. The candlestick and the shabby plate on the table were poured to the ground, and there was a broken wooden fish with less than one-third of the broken wooden fish next to the overturned incense burner.

It seems that the time this temple has been abandoned for a long time.

Shan Xiaowu touched the western pottery in Gui Buli's arms. When he got the fire fold, he pulled out the lid and blew it carefully. If he raised it high, it was a lighting for Gui Buli.

As soon as the two walked to the middle hall, they suddenly stopped and looked slightly at the place where the wooden door was placed in the corner of the wall. Their eyebrows frowned slightly, but it was only for a moment. Soon he continued to walk in with no expression.

Only the sound of rain outside can be heard in the broken temple.

I found a clean place to put down Shan Xiaowu and let her wait first. He picked up some rotten tables, chairs and wooden frames nearby. Without blinking an eye, he pinched them all into pieces like biscuits and piled them together, and began to fire with the hay scattered on the ground.

Shan Xiaowu squatted honestly next to him in the thin quilt dragged to the ground, looking at his skillful ignition and adding wood to help the combustion, and looking at the orange firelight pulling the figure of the two leaning side by side.

Suddenly, there was a happy feeling of snuggling together on a cold night, and even the originally noisy stomach calmed down.

"You don't have to get caught in the rain."

After settling down the horses, Ben Lei patted the beads on his clothes with his hand, took off his clothes and hung them at the door, and walked in.

As inseparable, he also stopped in the same position.

He looked at the corner and seemed to want to say something, but there was no reaction. He shrugged his shoulders and sat by the fire, cross-legged to dry his wet clothes.

The fire is burning, and the fragrant millet porridge is boiling in the pottery pot on the fire, and the top of the lid is jumping left and right.

Shan Xiaowu sat and deliberately hugged him over to isolate the cold quilt on the ground, while turning out all kinds of small mouths from his pocket.

Put one can of homemade local plums and two bags of dried sweet potatoes, look at the others one by one, and throw them all back into the bag.

Eat plums by yourself, throw a bag of dried sweet potatoes to Ben Lei, and leave the other bag for you.

"Gong-in-law, eat sweet potatoes."

He answered and turned his face to eat the dried sweet potato handed to him by Shan Xiaowu. On one side, he was not afraid of hotness, so he opened the lid of the pottery pot with his hand and looked at it. He sprinkled a handful of finely chopped dried vegetables into the porridge, added some minced meat, put some ginger, and slowly stirred it twice with a spoon.

Soon, the air was filled with the unique fragrance of porridge.

Shan Xiaowu, who huddled in the corner and slowly nibbled at the plum, stretched out his neck and sniffed. Unexpectedly, she found that she did not have nausea, but had an impulse to drool - few things that could really eat these days, and she had been hungry for a long time.

"Fare, when did you learn to cook porridge? It smells so good!"

Gui Boli looked at him and rubbed his eyes. His eyes stared straight at Shan Xiaowu of the pottery pot, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up. He answered lightly, "The doctor said that you can try to drink some porridge. It happened that the fat aunt had done it before, so I remembered it."

Fat aunt, the first chef of Heifengzhai is also!

Reaching out and rubbing her hair, he put half a bowl of hot porridge in the exquisite porcelain bowl taken out of the car, deliberately picked out the minced meat, and lowered it to a temperature that was not hot, and then handed it to Shan Xiaowu, "Try it. I added ginger. It should not be fishy."

Shan Xiaowu happily took the bowl and tasted it, and then grinned out a row of white teeth, "It's delicious!"

It is rare that the stomach cooperation did not come out to make a scene. Shan Xiaowu finished half a bowl of porridge with a smile, and then let him serve more than half a bowl - she was afraid that this peace was just an illusion, and she did not dare to eat too much at once.

The clay pot is big enough. Shan Xiaowu doesn't eat much, and the rest of the porridge is made by Gui and Ben Lei.

Because the porridge was not hungry, the two of them took the pancake steamed buns and continued to sacrifice to the Five viscera temple.

"Gu..."

The sudden strange sound made the back of the single five who was continuing to gnaw the plum to stop vomiting stiffened.

Before she could be surprised, there was another series of grunts, and the haystacks that were originally piled up in the corner of the wall also trembled twice, as if there was a big mouse hidden in it.

Because he was inseparable, Shan Xiaowu was not afraid, but just stared at the place curiously.

Before she could ask, she had already sunk her face and said coldly, "Come out."

The haystack shook again, and then there was no response.

Shan Xiaowu's sharp eyes saw a small piece of dirty clothes exposed outside, thinking that it might be the same person who came to shelter from the rain, so he enthusiastically comforted, "Don't be afraid, we have no malice. Come out."

"..."

The haystack is no longer shaking, just stay in place quietly.

Just when Shan Xiaowu thought that it might really be a small animal passing by rather than a human, he saw a pair of slightly dirty palms secretly sticking out, pulling the hay to both sides, and then a familiar and tall figure stood up from inside.

The whitewashed blue gown, the worn hat tilted to one side, and the baby's bookcase that was about to fall off in his arms - what a coincidence, it was the sour scholar they met in Chaliao.

Shan Xiaowu sighed in his heart that they were really predestined. While looking at the scholar whose clothes were dry, it was obvious that he had been here for a while.

The scholar in blue hugged the bookcase and freed a hand to remove the hay debris from the hat. He looked up and saw that there were several people on the opposite side. He was also slightly stunned, but he didn't make a sound, just stood stunned.

Gui Buti looked up at the scholar, and somehow his face was gloomy; Ben Lei put his hands on his chest and looked like he was watching the play. The two obviously recognized the scholar.

The broken wood made a gentle beep in the fire, there was still thunder and lightning outside the window, and the atmosphere in the broken temple was a little stiff for a while.

"What a coincidence. You also come here to take shelter from the rain."

After a long time, Shan Xiaowu came to his senses and smiled kindly at the scholar. At the same time, he raised the words in his hand, "Would you like some sour plum?"

The scholar's mouth opened, as if he wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, his stomach made a loud grunt first.

Shan Xiaowu finally knew where the strange voice he had just heard came from, so he immediately changed his words, "Are you hungry? We have dry food here. Would you like some?

"..." The scholar covered his stomach and blushed.