The red sun slanted westward, placed between heaven and earth.

The breeze blows, when the buds that come out swing slightly.

The loud singing voice sounded in this landscape: "Reach out and touch the silk on my sister's face, the dark clouds fly for half the sky, reach out and touch the front of my sister's head, the heavenly court is full and addictive......"

The song is also mixed with crisp bells, and the beat of the song is sung with confidence.

In the middle of the path between the woods, a man wearing a hat sat on the back of a large, dark and thin horse, and carried a long and terrifying knife.

The brim of his hat was so low that only half of his face could be seen below his eyes. From time to time, he swung the knife in his hand, slapping away the branches and cobwebs in front of him.

The big black horse hung his head and paced slowly. And the person sitting on its back did not urge, but sang happily and loudly.

Gradually, the sun on the horizon had lost half of its face, the red clouds were like fire, the shadows were stretched out, and the woods were darkened.

Ahead, under a tree, sat a man. Under the shadow of the tree, it just covered him tightly, so that people couldn't see his face clearly. He was thin, stiff and thick-boned, dressed in a shabby linen coat with trousers rolled up high, revealing his legs covered with green tendons, and without shoes, covered with dry mud. A hoe rested on his shoulder and on the ground, and he was breaking the mud from the hoe with both hands.

This image should be an old farmer.

The man on the horse stopped beside the old man, raised the brim of his hat, and revealed his narrow eyes.

Although he didn't look good, he asked very politely: "Uncle, where is there a place to rest near here?" ”

The old man lowered his head, and after a while he reacted: "Huh?"

The ghost cried again, and the old man raised his hand, pointed to the end of the path, and continued to break the mud on his hoe. The whole process, without raising his head.

Ghost Cry smiled and thanked him, and lowered the brim of his hat to cover his eyes. Then, with a light grip on the horse's belly, the big black horse walked forward slowly, the bell rang, and the heroic 18 touches echoed in the forest again.

After two turns, the road ahead suddenly cleared.

A meandering stream flows through it, lined with large tracts of farmland, which are intertwined and separated, and in the middle of the fields, the wind blows, and the waves are undulating.

Surrounded by vast tracts of farmland, thatched huts rose from the ground to form a village. In the afterglow, the cheers of children seem to be a paradise.

The ghost cried and pulled the reins, and the big black horse stopped. I watched all this with a smile on my face and stood there for a long time. Then, he slowly spoke: "This seedling is growing really fast!"

He turned over and dismounted, pulled up his trouser legs, took off his boots and put them on his horseback, and led the horse across the stream, and walked along the ridge to the village. The seedlings are rich, gently scratching the ankles, a little itchy, and it makes the heart extremely comfortable.

Seeing an outsider coming, a child happily surrounded him and was driven away by the adults. A young man stepped forward and asked the ghost crying, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The ghost cried and hugged his fist: "The ghost is crying, it's just a passing traveler, it's dark, and he wants to find a place to live." ”

The young man looked at the knife of the ghost cry again: "Then why did you bring the knife?" ”

The ghost cried and laughed, "It's for self-defense." ”

"I see, don't move around here, I'll call the village chief. ”

The head of a village is usually the head of a clan, and is held by a person of high moral integrity, so the head of many villages is an old man, and this village is no exception.

The village chief looked very old, with a long cane, hunched over, with a white membrane growing out of his eyes, and when he opened his mouth, he could see only a few yellowed teeth.

"The old man is the head of Wangjia Village, where do the guests come from. ”

"Old man, the kid is from Bashu. ”

"Oh!" the village chief nodded, and asked again, "What's going on lately, why are so many outsiders here?" ”

"So that the old man knows that His Majesty has recently opened Enke, and all the scholars have come to catch the exam. ”

"I see. The village chief suddenly realized: "You are also a scholar?"

"What kind of scholar is boy, I'm just here to earn some money to support my family. ”

"Oh, it's getting late, so the old man will arrange accommodation for the guests. ”

"Thank you, old man. The ghost wept and bowed.

Ghost crying was arranged in the house of the king tuberculosis, I don't know what the specific name of the king tuberculosis ghost is, only that he has tuberculosis, looks skinny, sick, and often coughs. He has a mother-in-law, known as Wang Chen, who is in her early 20s, very beautiful, and a very charming and magnificent wife. They had no children under their knees, but two husbands and wives depended on each other for their lives.

The ghost cried and gave the house money, Wang Chen happily accepted it, enthusiastically cleaned up the house for the ghost cried, and said that the meal would be fine for a while.

Her sick husband was in the kitchen, coughing over the fire as if he were trying to cough out his lungs.

Ghost Cry didn't like that sound, and when he got to the yard, he took off his clothes and took a shower with only a pair of shorts. At this moment, it was still very cold, and the ghost cried and smoked all over his body, and fetched water to bathe and brush the bristles of the big black horse. After everything was done, the moisture on Ghost Cry's body had dried, and then he was dressed.

Halfway through dressing, he turned his head sharply and saw a dark room, Wang Chen lying on the door frame, looking straight at him. Ghost Cry quickly got dressed, Wang Chen smiled at him, turned around and disappeared into the dark room.

The sun had set, and the rice was cooked. The village chief brought an oil lamp, and the beads of fire the size of rice grains swayed slightly on the square wooden table of the hall, and the light was dim.

The three of them sat at the table, each seeing only each other's faces.

As the master, the king is always coughing. Wang Chen's smile cleverly picked up the vegetables for the ghost crying, there are two dishes, one wild vegetables, one meat vegetables, wild vegetables are not the slightest bit of meat, once eaten in the mouth, but crispy and sweet. And the meat dish seems to be rabbit meat, which looks tender and delicious.

The bell rang twice, and the ghost cried a few bites of rice and ate a few bites of wild vegetables. As for the meat, he did not move at all, and then he got up to take his leave, went to the manure pit behind the house, and spit out the food in his mouth.

Back in the hall, Wang Chen said: "Big brother is strong, why don't you eat this, isn't it to your taste?"

Ghost Cry laughed and said, "Why is it not to taste, it's just a long journey, unwell, and no appetite." ”

"I see. Wang Chen didn't say anything more, the ghost cried and went to the guest room, sat on the edge of the bed, didn't take off his clothes, and just held the knife and lay down.

After a while, there was a knock at the door.

Ghost Cry sat up and said loudly, "Who is it?"

"Big brother, it's a slave family. Wang Chen's voice sounded outside the door.

The ghost cried and got up and opened the door.

Wang Chen was carrying a wooden basin, and he walked in with an oil lamp: "Big brother hasn't slept yet?"

The ghost cried and shook his head: "I can't sleep." ”

Wang Chen put the oil lamp on the window and the wooden basin next to the bed: "Wash your feet, you can sleep well after washing." ”

"Good. ”