Chapter 11 Taobo 2

The old man with white beard was said by Jiang Hanye, and his beard was so angry. He hummed in his nose, slowly turned around, and slowly rubbed down the trunk with his hands in his arms. When the old man came down from the tree, Jiang Hanye stood under the tree nervously. He was afraid that the unknown old man would make a mistake when he climbed the tree.

After coming down from the tree, the old man with white beard kept gasping. He stood in front of Jiang Hanye and pointed to Jiang Hanye's forehead and said, "Come on, which skin monkey are you from? Why do you run into other people's houses casually?"

Although the old man is not angry with Jiang Hanye from beginning to end, I don't know why Jiang Hanye doesn't hate him in his heart. Maybe it's because of his tutoring since he was a child. He has a natural respect for all the old people. Facing the angry old man, Jiang Hanye gave a deep bow and said, "The boy is a new disciple of Wanjian Villa. He chased a pheasant because of hunger in his stomach and accidentally broke into your house. Please forgive me!"

The old man looked at him up and down, and then snorted angrily in his nose, "Chasing the pheasant? Aren't you chasing my little black?

"Little Black?" Jiang Hanye was stunned. He carefully recalled the color of the pheasant, as if it was really black.

The old man was stunned and didn't say much. He just shouted at the hut, "Xiaohei, come out!"

"Cluck!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, Jiang Hanye saw the pheasant he had chased before staggering out of the room, combing the feathers under his wings as he walked.

"Isn't she?" The old man pointed to the pheasant and asked.

Jiang Hanye blushed and arched his hand and said, "It was this pheasant who went back to my father-in-law. I thought it was..." Jiang Hanye wanted to explain. He thought that the pheasant was a pheasant. Who would have thought that there was a master, but the old man did not give him a chance to explain at all and interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"What do you think? Do you think her meat is delicious? I can tell you that this little black is the old man's baby, similar to my own daughter. Even I only eat her eggs, and you actually want to beat her meat..." The old man shook his sleeves angrily and said.

Jiang Hanye has always been a thick teenager, and he has never disdained to do things like stealing chickens and dogs. At this moment, he is said to be a thief, and his face turns red with shame, and he can't say half a word when standing there.

The old man may have finished complaining, looked at Jiang Hanye and asked, "Do you think you are hungry?"

Jiang Hanye nodded.

"Do you think you are a new disciple of Wanjian Villa?"

Jiang Hanye nodded again.

"Bold!" The old man suddenly scolded angrily, "Look at your child looking loyal and honest. Who knows that it is full of lies!"

"My father-in-law, the boy didn't lie..." Jiang Hanye hurriedly explained.

"Bulls!" The old man almost spit on his face, "The old man has lived in this Yangfeng all his life. How can he not know the situation here? What is the Wanjian Villa? That's the place where the immortals practice. They eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow, drink jade liquid, wear silk and satin, and live in the golden palace. They are the most ordinary disciples and eat what the emperor can't eat. You claim to be a disciple of the mountain villa, but you say that you are hungry in your stomach. Do you believe it or not?

The old man spat for a long time, just felt that Jiang Hanye was lying, or he was not a disciple of the villa, so he had a charge of breaking into the villa; or he was not hungry, but purely to arrest his 'daughter'.

Jiang Hanye listened to the old man's scolding, and his eyes gradually burst into tears. Probably tired of scolding, or seeing that Jiang Hanye really didn't look like a lying child, the old man coughed awkwardly and said again, "Are you really hungry?"

Jiang Hanye nodded.

"Are you really a disciple?"

"The boy is the disciple who just started yesterday..." Jiang Hanye said.

The old man frowned and muttered that he turned around and walked to the room: "It's strange. Is the disciple still hungry?"

When Jiang Hanye saw the old man leave, he also turned around silently. Since the pheasant was already a 'famous chicken owner', it was naturally difficult for him to stay here. It was real to find something else to eat earlier. When the black pheasant saw Jiang Hanye turn around and leave, he walked in front of the house, as if walking, clucking at him as he walked, as if laughing at him.

"Oh, even a little pheasant is bullying me..." Jiang Hanye sighed and was ready to leave.

"Ky!" At this time, the old man's voice suddenly came from behind him. Jiang Hanye turned around in surprise. The old man walked to him tremblingly with a huge egg in one hand and a stick in the other.

"This old man is also strange. He is still climbing up and down, and now he is holding a crutch again..." Seeing the crutch, Jiang Hanye couldn't help saying strangely.

"Here you are!" The old man came to Jiang Hanye and stuffed the egg in his hand. "This is the egg laid by my little black. You take it and eat it. You have the right to fill your stomach."

The egg is still hot in your hand, and it must have just been cooked. Looking at the egg, Jiang Hanye was moved and strange in his heart. What moved was that the old man had never known anything but was so good to himself. The strange thing was that the egg was huge, which was a little bigger than the biggest goose egg he had seen in the countryside in the past. How could it be an egg?

"What are you doing stupidly?" When the old man saw Jiang Hanye holding the egg in a daze again, he couldn't help laughing, "It turned out to be a stupid boy!"

"Thank you for your kindness!" Jiang Hanye came to his senses and bowed deeply to the old man with an egg in his hand. "I haven't known my father-in-law's name yet. I will repay you in the future!"

"Thank you, it's just an egg!" The old man hummed softly in his nose, "I'm just a lonely old man guarding the grave. I don't have a high name. If you want to call me, you can call me Taobo..."

"Thank you, Uncle Tao... The boy's name is..." Jiang Hanye was about to introduce himself, but Uncle Tao waved his hand again: "I don't care what your name is, I'll call you a fool!"

This time, Jiang Hanye blushed again. It's not good to stand there or eat. I don't know what to do for a while.

"I said you're stupid and you're really not smart. The eggs have just been cooked. If you don't, give them to me so as not to be ruined!" Taobo turned around and walked under the huge peach tree, where there was a small chair made of bamboo. He muttered all the way, "Mountain eggs are fishy when it's cold. Don't blame me for not reminding you, stupid boy!"

When Jiang Hanye saw Tao Bo staggering, he followed him two steps and helped him. When he sat down, he also found a brick as a bench and sat next to Tao Bo and began to eat eggs. After the eggshell is peeled, the eggshell is white and yellow, and the egg white is crystal clear and white as jade; the egg yolk is wrapped in protein, looming like gold. Jiang Hanye ate eggs carefully. It was just an ordinary taste, but the fishy smell was a little stronger than that of the chicken, but the mountain smell was the same, and he also knew it.

An egg was quickly eaten up. Jiang Hanye squeaked his mouth. When he wanted to recall the taste of the egg, he found that his mind was blank, and he couldn't remember anything. However, after an egg, he felt that his stomach was much fuller and warmer, and the fatigue caused by washing so many toilets was swept away. Empty.

"Is it delicious?" Tao Bo sat in the chair and asked.

Jiang Hanye was stunned and answered honestly: "It doesn't taste..."

After hearing this, Tao Bo looked at him with great interest, and finally smiled, "You are really a sincere doll!"

Although the sky has gradually darkened, Jiang Hanye still doesn't want to go back, because the neat Yuewei courtyard is not as warm as he wants. On the contrary, this young Tao Bo, who has not known each other, and this small courtyard like a peach blossom source, give him a kind of warmth of home.

"Piao Bo, I have something to ask you!" Jiang Hanye turned his head and looked around. The yard was clean and neat. There was a cliff not far behind the house. There was a vegetable garden between the cliff and the hut. In addition, there were only peach trees full of peach trees.

"Ask." Taobo lay on the bamboo chair, closing his eyes slightly and shaking gently.

"You said you were guarding the cemetery, but why didn't I see the cemetery here?" Jiang Hanye asked curiously.

"Ye!" Tao Bo did not answer directly, but pointed to the opposite side of the cliff with a crutch, that is, the mountain higher than Shouyang Peak he saw at the beginning of Jiang Hanye. The wall stood thousands of people, like a mountain like a knife.

"Is the grave there?" Jiang Hanye was surprised and curious. He looked over carefully, "But it's so far away from here and across a cliff. How did you get there?"

"If you are stupid, you are really stupid. Since the old man lives here and the grave is over there, there is naturally a way to get through." Tao Bo replied without opening his eyes. There is a single-plank bridge between the two peaks..." After a pause, he said in a long voice.

"The single-wood bridge..." Jiang Hanye felt a little incredible. Looking at the old man beside him, he was also a 70 or 80-year-old old man. He needed crutches to walk. How could he cross the clouds and walk the wooden bridge? But thinking about what he looked like when he first saw him, Jiang Hanye felt more and more mysterious.

Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, you can go and have a look by yourself. It's opposite the vegetable garden, facing the middle line of the vegetable garden. Tao Bo opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Hanye with a smile, and his tone seemed to look down on him.

Jiang Han was curious in the middle of the night, and half was aroused by Tao Bo's words. He stood up and quickly walked behind the hut. The vegetable garden is not small, with at least two points of land. He measured it with his footsteps, found the middle line, and then walked along the middle line to the edge of the cliff.