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At the estuary of the Pingwang River, there is a fishing village named Gonglang Village, which was originally a port of considerable size.

Since the Tianfeng Dynasty promulgated the ban on the sea, decades of effort have gradually withered.

And Sang Zizai told Liu Fuyun that the person he was looking for lived near Gonglang Village.

On this day, Liu Fuyun was carrying a heavy sword and traveled all the way with Shi Yong, and finally came here.

The Pingwang River finally flows into the East China Sea, so along the way, you can see the seaside scenery in your eyes.

There are many sails and masts, stretching for several miles, and most of the pedestrians on the shore are fishermen and merchants, and they come and go constantly.

There are fishing nets stretched out in the sun everywhere, scales shimmering on the ground, and the stench of fish and shrimp is steaming and rosy, making people nausea and vomiting.

Shi Yong couldn't help covering his nose and said in disgust.

"It's such a stench, I really don't know how they persisted."

Liu Fuyun laughed.

"Eat mountains by relying on mountains, and eat water by relying on water. Look at those people who live in the water, don't they all live well."

The two rode fast, passed through the large fishing grounds, and headed west.

The number of people is gradually decreasing, and the houses are getting dilapidated...

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly the field of vision disappeared, and an endless sorghum field appeared in front of me.

The air became fresher, and Shi Yong took a deep breath.

"Is that right? I said that villages cannot be built in places that stink."

What he saw, Liu Fuyun also felt refreshed.

At this time, the sorghum in the field was already a person and a half tall, densely packed, with dark green leaves, and extremely plump.

Let people look at it, and their hearts are full of joy.

Just when the two were intoxicated by the scenery, they suddenly heard the rustling and the sound of plucking leaves.

Shi Yong's face changed, and his right hand was already on the long knife at his waist.

Liu Fuyun quickly reached out to stop her, a little speechless.

"I said, Brother Shi, is this your first time going down the mountain? As for the reaction? Look..."

Shi Yong smiled awkwardly, looked in the direction of Liu Fuyun's finger, and was stunned.

In the sorghum field, two figures, one large and one small, appeared, harvesting the field.

It was a young woman with a lovely girl.

The woman was wearing a black turban and her face was blue-gray, looking a little scary.

At the same time, she also saw Liu Fuyun and the other two, but she only paused for a moment, then moved away in a daze, and continued to work with her head down.

The expression on his face was as calm as stagnant water, and his eyes were even more empty and devoid of emotion.

Liu Fuyun shook his head and sighed lightly.

"Poor people, there are several acres of sorghum land, how can their mother and daughter do the work?"

Shi Yong beside him fell silent in a rare way.

The woman's empty eyes, although only passing by him.

But at that moment, his memory was opened, past experiences, mixed with this indescribable emotion came together.

"Senior brother, let's go...Senior brother?"

Liu Fuyun turned her head and found that the other party was not in the right state, so she hurriedly called out.

Only then did Shi Yong come back to his senses, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"At that moment, I thought of my mother. She was like this before she died. She worked hard all day, with no expression on her face, like a walking dead."

Hearing what he said, Liu Fuyun sighed leisurely.

"The world is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs. There are more than a thousand miserable people in this world? It is generally like this. They are muddled all day long, toiled for half their lives, and die in depression."

For a while, the two stood silently, and the scene became dull.

After a while, Liu Fuyun was the first to recover.

After all, being human in two lives, many things can be seen more clearly.

He got off his horse, took off his boots, rolled up his trousers, and walked down.

Seeing this, Shi Yong dismounted, but his face flashed with astonishment.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Liu Fuyun stopped, turned around and showed a bright smile.

"What else can I do, help with work."

As he spoke, he walked to the field first.

Shi Yong, who was behind him, was taken aback for a moment, and then yelled.

"Help, can't you? I am the disciple of the law enforcement elder of the Sun Palace, farming here?"

But having said that, his people also walked into the muddy water.

There was a faint smile on that worried face.

Unexpectedly, they just went to the field when they were discovered by the young woman and exclaimed.

"What do you want to do?"

Shi Yong hurriedly walked a few steps, waved his hands repeatedly, and said.

"Sister-in-law, don't panic, our brothers passed by here, and seeing that sister-in-law is doing heavy farm work, we came here to help."

The woman quickly took two steps back and said seriously.

"No, thank you, please go out."

Liu Fuyun also came up.

"Sister-in-law, you don't have to be afraid, we are not bad people..."

Before she finished speaking, the woman was terrified, holding a sickle, and kept backing away.

"Don't come here!!"

It looked as if he had seen some evil spirits, demons and ghosts.

Liu Fuyun: "..."

Subconsciously touched his chin and muttered to himself.

"What's going on? Am I so scary?"

Seeing his appearance, Shi Yong couldn't help laughing, and said sarcastically.

"I said brother, you look good, but at first glance you look like a dandy, a swinger, and you don't look like a good person!"

"Is that so?"

"It can still be fake, if you don't believe me, look at me... Brother, I am famous for being honest and honest."

As he spoke, Shi Yong walked towards the little girl with a self-confident, gentle smile on his face.

It seems that he wants to start from a more innocent child as a breakthrough.

He walked over, reached out and rubbed the little girl's flushed face, and said kindly.

"Little sister, how old are you...?"

However, before he could finish speaking, the little girl kicked up, sloppy, and hit Shi Yong's calf bone.

Since Shi Yong's main purpose was to appease the woman, he didn't pay attention.

This kick was completely out of his expectation, even though he is a master of martial arts, he will not be injured.

However, the rolled up muddy water still splashed his face.

"Bah, bah, bah... what kid?!"

Shi Yong hurriedly wiped it with his hands, but it became darker and darker.

Seeing this, Liu Fuyun couldn't control it anymore, and burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha... simple and honest?"

Shi Yong lost face this time, and his stubborn temper became even more serious.

He snatched the sickle from the little girl's hand and said with wide eyes.

"I'm going to help you with work today."

His actions made the little girl's face twitch, her mouth flatten, and she burst into tears.

The voice is loud and clear, like the first cry of a cuckoo, and the sound spreads thousands of miles.

Seeing this, Liu Fuyun hurriedly said.

"Since people don't want it, Senior Brother, why don't you forget it."

At this moment, Shi Yong was angry, so he couldn't listen.

Selfishly, he said to the girl.

"Don't cry, brother will help you with your work!"

As he spoke, he waved his sickle and began to harvest.

The woman's face was pale and she was trembling all over, while the girl cried louder and louder.

At this moment, a sigh came from beside the sorghum field.

"Where did these two brats come from? Have you just left the sect? You really don't understand anything, and you haven't come out of Wan Niang's field yet?"

Looking back, I saw an old man standing beside the ridge of the field, looking at the two of them.