Episs. 28: Yu Shanglu, He Yixi, when will people return 1

"Hight! Open the box!"

The aggressive shouting attracted the reproach of many people, as if they were talking about such a warm wind and warm flowers blooming day, who is so puzzled that they make a lot of noise and destroy Yaxing.

Han Ruxu has never been a literati. Naturally, he can't care about those white eyes and even scolding. He just firmly clasped Wei Tanyi's arm and didn't let him escape.

"I said, Lord Han, if you follow up like this, I will guess that you have thoughts on me that I shouldn't have!" Instead of being afraid, the person who was arrested deliberately approached with a smile and turned his eyes.

"Well, don't say anything about narcissism. I'm more interested in the box in your hand." On the other hand, Han Ruxu has long been honed and humiliated. He looked at him and said, "Open the box!"

Between pulling, Si Si has already walked to an open and flat place, unfolded the oilcloth in his hand, and turned his head and smiled with interest: "Lord Han, you are really greedy."

Han Ruqi frowned and said, "Are you greedy?"

"Yes, you smelled the fragrance of the wishful roll in the master's hand, didn't you?"

"..."

It's just a picnic. A box of natural Ruyi rolls to make snacks can also attract the four-class imperial guards to fight. It's really funny. Han Ruqi, with a black face, was pressed on the oil cloth and sat down. He wrapped the pastry in white paper and handed it over.

In the Spring and March Flower Festival, the ancient literati in the capital, as well as the pretentious and romantic children, are invited to the mountains outside the city to enjoy the spring. Every three or five steps on the hillside by the stream, there will be a group of people chanting elegance and staggering. Wei Tanyi sat cross-legged, and a box full of cakes gradually decreased. He didn't eat a bite. The old monk closed his eyes and rested.

"Is this Qing Xiu?" Han Ruxu ate for a while and felt bored, so he was sarcastic.

"Yes, it's hidden in the city." Wei Tanyi seemed to be running all week. He breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

"...The Taoist priest's Taoism is profound. We don't understand it."

As usual, he was defeated. It seems that he hasn't taken any advantage of him verbally since he met. That guy is like a mouth full of teeth but a knife. He is invincible for the time being - how on earth is this practiced?

If he asks, Wei Tanyi will answer that because he grew up with a person who likes to argue, he can't sharpen a sword for ten years. It's really a failure. However, Han Ruxu didn't ask. He just transferred his resentment to the Ruyi scroll in his hand.

At this time, the sound of the shepherd's flute came from the distance, which was light and melodious, and the ox bell also approached. A teenager who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old rode on the back of the cow and came over. The teenager must have been a shepherd boy in a nearby village. When he heard the laughter here, he also wanted to come to see the fun. Seeing Han Ruqi looking at him, he was not shy, but he jumped off the cow's back generously and nodded to him.

"This boy is not simple." Han Ruqi said to himself.

Wei Tanyi nodded: "Yes, he has a rare treasure in his hand." The opposite side immediately stared at him unbearably: "Is there anything else in your eyes besides money?"

Quain Si waved his hand, and the shepherd boy happily led the cow over.

The man was fine. The cow smelled like dung and grass. Han Ruxu immediately frowned, but before he could speak, a group of people not far away were dissatisfied.

A bloated man waved his fan annoyance: "Oh, stay away from me. How can such an elegant place lead a cow? It's really disappointing!" The people who came with him also began to shout and chase people. The shepherd boy looked at them blankly, and the shepherd's flute in his hand was tightly grasped.

"Let's change places." Wei Tanyi repackaged the rest of the pastries, and the four of them left the stream together.

The newly selected location is a shade of a tree. The shepherd boy said thank you and began to eat a lot. It was not good to eat. In short, Han Ruqi was scared when he saw it.

Wei Tanyi should be interested in the "rare treasure" on him. Watching him eat, he didn't interrupt. When the shepherd boy was full and licked [anti-ambiguity] and burp his fingers, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Cui Jin," the shepherd boy wiped his hands on the grass and raised his chin. "My house is behind the mountain over there." It looks really far away, and I don't know why he wade over the mountains and rivers.

"With all due respect, is there anyone in your family who is good at calligraphy and painting?" Less than three sentences exposed the difficult and cunning nature, Han Ru thought.

Cui Jin shook his head blankly: "There are only my father, sister and me at home. No one can read, let alone write and draw."

His answer was beyond Wei Tanyi's expectation. His deep phoenix eyes narrowed suspiciously, as if he refused to believe his mistake in identifying. Han Ruqi looked at this scene, and his bad mood just now was swept away. He pretended to comfort and said sarcastically, "There are always times when people go wrong."

Wei Tanyi didn't have time to refute it. Cui Jin said again, "But if you want to paint houses and fields casually, Dad taught us that when we have nothing to do, we will pick up a branch and draw a village and a sheep on the beach. The afternoon will pass soon."

"Oh, branches, maybe you can pick up a branch from 500 years ago."

The teenager looked at Han Ruxu with strange eyes, as if he didn't understand why he always spoke in this strange tone. Wei Tanyi completely ignored him and asked, "You herd cattle, does your father farm?"

"Dad never goes down to the ground," Cui Jin frowned and said, "In the past, Dad always went down the mountain and didn't know where to go. When he came back, he brought us some food. In recent years, Dad was not in good health and almost lay down."

As soon as he heard about the suffering of people's livelihood, Han Ruqi became serious: "What do you brother and sister eat?"

The teenager recovered with a carefree face: "There will always be food sent by my father's former friends. There is no need to worry at all. Every day, as long as I entrust my sister to my neighbors to take care of, it is enough to go out and herd cattle by myself. In the spring, I can lend the cattle to the people in the same village, and I can also change some food."

Looking at the miserable look on his face, Han Ruxu didn't know what to say. This kind of mentality of being willing to be poor and able to live a leisurely life is indeed rare, but it is indescribably awkward, as if there is something strange in it.

Cui Jin ate a round belly and accepted the remaining few gifts rudely. After blowing a song for them, he rode the old cow home.

Wei Tanyi, who lost half a box of Ruyi and didn't get anything, but seemed to be very satisfied. The smile on his face was also deeper than before, which was really hard to figure out.

"I forgot to ask, why is Lord Han so leisurely recently? Don't you have to patrol the street?" When he rode back, Wei Tanyi suddenly asked.

"The emperor's thoughts, you don't have to speculge about being a minister." Han Ruqi answered casually.

"Oh," Wei Tanyi nodded. "What a good dog." The person next to him almost fell off the horse.

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- Original poem: "Zhu Lu", Shanglu, He Yixi. Lu Xi's Ming Dynasty has fallen again. When will people return when they die?