the enlightener says

A few people traveled westward along the big river. Although autumn was bleak and dead, withered grass and yellow leaves everywhere, they met those autumn harvests and grains from time to time, watching those farmers working and harvesting, and the setting sun illuminated them. They were full of sweat but smiled slowly. The cheeks are also a rare beauty.

And in such a season, the laughter of the people in the carriage was also very clear, flying over the fields, arousing a group of sparrows who were no longer afraid of the scarecrow and boldly ate it.

"I guess five!" Cai Yan's voice was the loudest among them, giggling like an oriole, and opposite him, Abu frowned, opened his mouth, and said the number , but quickly denied it.

However, Cai Yan laughed loudly: "No, no, no regrets, no regrets when playing chess, no regrets when punching, open it!"

Amid the booing of Gao Yishui and Qin Ke, Abu, who gritted his teeth, and Cai Yan, who laughed loudly, finally stretched out their hands hidden in their sleeves. Abu's two fingers stretched out and Cai Yan's three Fingers face each other far away under the light and shadow of the setting sun.

"Oh..." Abu yelled in frustration, and Qin Ke burst into laughter, let go of the rein in his hand, and said, "Let me just say, Abu, you can't beat her, so you should obediently come and follow the driver." .”

Abu may not be ignorant of this matter, but under Qin Ke's ridicule, he still couldn't help retorting: "If you can't win, you can't win. You laugh so loudly. Haven't you never won before?"

"I've resigned myself to my fate anyway." Qin Ke looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "Let's continue to be brothers and sisters, hurry up, come here, I just happen to be tired, I want to rest for a while."

As he said that, Qin Ke jumped up, lightly fell behind, and sat down on a ball of straw.

Abu sighed, stood up, obediently stepped over the board, and took the reins with his hand. A donkey was walking diligently in front, and the bell on his chest rang softly in the wind.

At the last post station, they replaced the horse that was originally pulling the cart and chose a donkey. Although this petite animal is not fast, its endurance and load are much better than horses, so These days, they rarely stop to rest.

And relying on punching to determine who will drive the car is completely a fun idea that Cai Yan thought up when several people were bored on the road.It is estimated that Cai Yong would never have imagined that although his daughter was a bit stubborn but had a scholarly air in his eyes, there were many unscrupulous folk tricks in her belly.

In the past few days, Qin Ke and Abu have deeply realized her terrible attainments in this "low-level trick". Although there are many rounds, no matter how many rounds, Cai Yan has never lost .

The only one who can compete with her is Gao Yishui. After all, he has been wandering in the market for many years, and he is very familiar with drinking orders and punching. However, under Cai Yan's powerful mental calculation, he wins less and loses more.

However, the rule set by the four is that the final loser should drive, and Gao Yishui naturally doesn't have to worry that he will be the final loser, and naturally he doesn't have to go to the front to drive. After all, Qin Ke and Abu are at the bottom...

It is conceivable how the two have become "difficult brothers and sisters" these days.

Chapter 3 and Six

"It won't be long. I've driven a lot today. I just want to let the donkey rest and eat some fodder." Gao Yishui said with a smile.

Qin Ke looked at the ridge of the field, and then at the gradually sinking sunset: "There should be a village near here, let's find a place to stay overnight?"

Gao Yishui smiled mysteriously: "Accommodating overnight? No need, we are almost at Funiu Mountain, and Funiu Village is in front of us. If we go up from the foot of the mountain, we can say that it is within the scope of Funiu Mountain. Now that we are here There will always be no shortage of wine shops in any place."

He opened the wine bag, laughed, gulped down the rest of the wine in one gulp, then closed his eyes and said in satisfaction: "After walking for a few days, I can finally have a good drink. The wine worm can hardly hold back anymore."

Cai Yan looked curiously at the approaching distant mountains. It is so tall and majestic. Although there are also endless mountains outside Ding'an City, she feels that this place is different.

"This is Funiu Mountain?" Cai Yan opened his eyes curiously, "So it's so high."

"Compared to Laojun Mountain, this is still a little lower." Gao Yishui looked at the high mountain and said, "They are also related to the Taoist saint. But there are some notorious reputations, but this is not a bad thing, it just happens to be less smoky."

Cai Yan brushed her restless long hair by her ears. After leaving Ding'an City, she had already changed back to her daughter's clothes, and her blue hair was like a waterfall: "Funiu Mountain is said to be the illusion of the green cow under the Taoist sage after death. made, is it true?"

Gao Yishui caressed the guqin on his lap boredly, and his voice was sweet: "It's not true, it's hard to say. After all, I don't know how many years ago, it seemed... It was thousands of years ago from the Ji Dynasty now. Years, who can tell clearly?"

Cai Yan nodded slightly. The past few days can be said to be the happiest days she has lived at this age. The picturesque scenery outside Ding'an City that she longed for has become a reality before her eyes. The famous Funiu Mountain also gradually revealed the broad "bull's back" outline gradually under the setting sun, as if it had been frozen, and penetrated into her pair of sparkling eyes.

She got excited again, blew a loud whistle, and laughed loudly: "It's just windy, let's release the paper kite! Ake!"

"Got it." Qin Ke replied helplessly, opened the box, and took out the somewhat crude paper kite from inside.

Sometimes Cai Yan's whim, there is really no trace, just like a child.

Just yesterday, a few people passed by some houses where farmers lived together on the ridges of the field. There were three or five children running in the field. The paper kites held high in their hands were connected to several birds that looked like birds in the air. of paper kites.

Cai Yan became interested, so she jumped out of the car and approached the children.

The children of the farmers are used to rolling in the mud since they were young, and the farmers are happy to let the children run wild and catch grasshoppers. Naturally, their bodies are covered with dust and dry straw debris in autumn.

However, Cai Yan, the eldest lady of the Cai family, didn't dislike these children at all, and ran over laughingly, and hugged one of them with her arms outstretched.

The child who was hugged was only three years old, with a braid on his head and a long strip of snot on the tip of his nose. He was shocked when he was suddenly hugged by Cai Yan, thinking it was the one in the story of his parents. The bandit who robbed the child came down the mountain, and when he smelled the faint scent of flowers on Cai Yan's body, he turned his head slightly to see Cai Yan's delicate face clearly.

The remaining children also looked at her blankly, not knowing what this big sister was going to do: "Sister... who are you?"

Cai Yan giggled, let go of the snot-nosed boy in his arms, knelt on the ground and tried to look at the children as much as possible: "Are you all children from this neighborhood?"

"Yes..." the children replied in unison.

Cai Yan looked at the wooden stick tied with twine in Snot Boy's hand, and looked along the twine, only to see a beautiful tiger flying in the sky: "You guys also made this paper kite yourself?"

"It was made by my father." The snot boy sniffed his nose. He showed a bit of pride about this question. Among all the little friends, his paper kite was the most beautiful and complicated. "My father's handicraft is the best." Now, their paper kites are also made by my father, and my father can also cut paper!"

It is said to be a paper kite, but it is actually an object made of a whole piece of finer linen. This was originally the plaything of those nobles in Ding'an City in the Tang Dynasty, but they used those expensive silk papers, which are as light as birds, blowing with the wind. And the feet can go straight to the clouds.

Of course, the Snot Boy's family cannot afford tissue paper, but a kite made of linen can also fly in the air for several hours until the strong wind dies down.

Cai Yan rolled her eyes, smiled and said to the snot-nosed boy, "Can you play with your kite for my sister?"

The snot-nosed boy looked at Cai Yan. Although he really felt that this sister was too good-looking, but when it came to his sweetheart, he became vigilant, took a step back, and said, "Are you trying to lie to my kite?"

Cai Yan was amused by him, and said, "Just play with me."

"No. My dad made it for me." The Snot Boy held his wooden stick like a hen guarding a chick. "Sister, you can ask your dad to do it too."

On the contrary, Cai Yan was taken aback by his question, and then couldn't help laughing. Cai Yong's life, self-cultivation, family governance, country and world peace, can be called a beautiful mind, but if you want him to make a kite, I'm afraid he First you have to say angrily, "Playing with things and losing one's ambition".

"Sister's father, he's so stupid. He can't make paper kites." Cai Yan thought for a while, then reached out and took out a small piece of silver taels from her body, and said, "Well, my sister will exchange this with you, okay? ?”

The children looked at each other in dismay, while the snot-nosed boy looked at the fine silver, curled his lips, and said, "No, sister, you want to exchange a stone for my paper kite? It's a good idea!"

"Stone?" Cai Yan laughed so hard, "This is not a stone, you take it back to your father, and your father will give you a lot of candy."

"Sugar..." The snot boy was slightly startled, as if thinking of the sweetness of maltose, he couldn't help drooling, but he still didn't believe it, "Sister, you are lying. How can stones buy sugar?"

He has seen money before, and they are all round copper pieces with holes in the middle, just enough for the twine to pass through.

Cai Yan continued to be persuasive and said: "My sister didn't lie to you, this stone can be exchanged for candy, and it can be exchanged for a lot. If your father sees you taking this back, he will definitely praise you."

Even, she looked around, looked at the other children, and said: "And you, whoever is willing to lend the paper kite to my sister to play with, this stone will be given to him."

All the children were at a loss. Given their age and being born in such a village, it was impossible for them to have any concept of money. Naturally, they didn't know that this silver coin could be exchanged for many copper coins.

It's just that under her constant persuasion, some children naturally waver. After all, this sister is so beautiful, how can she lie to others?

Naturally, someone couldn't help but stepped forward, ready to hand the stick in his hand to Cai Yan.

"Okay! I'll lend you something to play with." The snot-nosed boy didn't agree at first, but when he saw the movement of his friends, he was afraid that the candy would slip away from his mouth, so he agreed loudly. down.

"Deal!" Cai Yan stretched out his hand, took the stick, and put the silver in the snot-nosed boy's palm.

However, what he didn't expect was that at the moment when he finally grasped the silver "stone", Cai Yan suddenly started running with the kite!

Qin Ke and Abu had already stopped the donkey cart, waiting for Cai Yan, and Cai Yan, like a swift cat, grabbed Qin Ke's outstretched hand and got on the donkey cart.

"Run, run! They are going to catch up!" Cai Yan blushed and shouted excitedly.

Chapter 3 and Seven

So with the sound of a whip, the donkey, who had been hit suddenly for some unknown reason, began to trot.

Holding the silver in his hand, the snot-nosed boy watched his paper kite go away, and finally realized that he seemed to be cheated by the beautiful sister who ran away, and burst into tears.

His crying soon attracted his parents who were harvesting wheat in the wheat field. A middle-aged man in sackcloth hurriedly climbed up the field ridge, walked towards the crying snot boy, and said, "Gener, What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Sister... my sister tricked me away with my kite." Snot-nosed boy cried loudly.

The middle-aged man suddenly became furious. Looking at the donkey cart carrying the paper kite, he cursed: "Where did this bastard come from! Children's playthings are not let go!"

The Snot Boy cried for a while, glanced at the silver in his hand, and threw him on the ground forcefully: "Broken stone!"

At first, the middle-aged man thought that the snot-nosed boy really threw a stone, but the bright silver color made him frown. He stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the broken silver.

After a while, there was an exclamation from the field ridge.

Thinking back to what happened that time, Qin Ke still can't laugh or cry.

It wasn't because Cai Yan exchanged a scrap of silver for a worthless paper kite, but simply because Cai Yan had to pretend to snatch the paper kite from the snot-nosed boy to make him cry to be happy.

Sometimes Qin Ke thinks that Cai Yan is reasonable, understands the general situation, and can clearly grasp the emotions of the people around him, but sometimes he feels that Cai Yan is completely unreasonable, as if there are two people living in her heart , From time to time, they will alternately come out to make trouble.

The paper kite in the shape of a tiger rose high in the air along the strong wind at dusk, the donkey was walking slowly, and Cai Yan's voice was as clear and sweet as the bell's.

She finished putting away the thread in her hand, leaving only one end of thread tied to a wooden stick, and handed it to Qin Ke.

Qin Ke connected the string and put it away, while Cai Yan looked at the kite in the light of the setting sun and narrowed his eyes, looking lazy and at ease.

In the evening, the weather turned cold, and the cold made the donkey shiver a little, lying on the straw pile and chewing the forage slowly.

In the wine shop, a group of people gathered in front of the stove, watching the meat that was slowly rolling on the iron stick, swallowing quietly.

Funiu Village is not very big, but because some people pass by here occasionally, a small wine shop is also opened. On the stove, just stretch out your hands to warm up.

Gao Yishui drank the bad wine brewed by the restaurant, looked at the firelight, relaxed his body contentedly, and said: "This is how life should be, there is wine, there is meat, there is a fire to warm, and then sleep after warming, until What more can a husband ask for when the sun basks in his ass?"

Qin Ke snorted and said, "If you have the ability, don't let me wake you up."

Cai Yan frivolously went to hold the iron rod. Qin Ke saw her and hurriedly stopped her, saying: "Miss...don't mess with it. You only know how to eat. When did you do this?"

Cai Yan chuckled and said, "Is it interesting because you haven't done it?"

Qin Ke glanced at her helplessly, thinking that this is also a kind of newborn calf not afraid of tigers?

But in order not to burn her, I still did it myself, familiarly holding the knife that had been prepared from the table, holding the plate, and gently cut some slices of meat sprinkled with salt from it.

Cai Yan has already gotten used to living outside these days, and she doesn't care at all about the "etiquette" that Cai Yong repeatedly taught her when she was in the Cai Mansion. Can't get on.

But now, she reached out and pinched a piece, put it in her mouth, and chewed it carefully.

"How is it?" Qin Ke asked.

"That's right." Cai Yan nodded. These days, whenever there is game, Abu collects firewood and Qin Ke barbecues. It's just that today there is more salt, and the taste is more delicious. "Are you particularly good at this?"

"What?" Qin Ke asked while continuing to cut the flesh.

"Make something to eat... something like that." Cai Yan couldn't wait for Qin Ke to finish cutting, and continued to "steal" on the plate Qin Ke was holding.

Qin Ke smiled wryly, and said, "What kind of thing is this good at? If you grew up in our village, you would be able to do this kind of thing casually. I... practice makes perfect." He looked at Cai Yan's quick temper, and put the plate on Passed it over directly, went to find a clean plate, and continued to cut the meat.

But Gao Yishui didn't want to: "I said just now that there is wine and meat, but Ake, what's the matter with you just giving the meat to others? Oh, let me just drink, that's too boring. I only have such a short life I started to value sex over friends, anyway, I have known you for so many years..."

Qin Ke rolled his eyes, not afraid of his ridicule: "Since we have known each other for so many years, why do you still want to do that? Take the knife yourself."

Gao Yishui looked tired, and almost rolled on the ground and said, "I don't...I have to let you serve me for a while today."

Of course, even if Gao Yishui really rolled on the ground, Qin Ke wouldn't "reward" him. What's more, he hasn't rolled on the ground yet, Qin Ke just glanced at him contemptuously, and simply said "out of sight". Don't bother, continue to grill and cut meat.

The second plate he cut was handed to Abu. Abu was already a little hungry. He was nibbling on a flatbread beside him. He had some slices of meat, and he just ate them bit by bit. At this time, the restaurant owner brought The ready-made hot and spicy soup was placed in front of them.

He took a sip in a hurry, although it was hot, the heat and spicy taste penetrated his chest and went straight into his stomach. After a while, he opened his mouth, exhaled a cloud of hot air, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Qin Ke smiled, and continued to "work" for Cai Yan who was waiting eagerly.

In fact, Gao Yishui is not very hungry, otherwise, when the hot pepper soup comes, he should hold a big piece to eat. He sat by the warm fire, stood upright, looked at the dancing flames, his face was "splashed" just now. His expression had gradually faded, he took a sip of wine, gently stroked the strings of the old piano, and sang:

"When you sing about wine, how much is life? Like the dew in the morning, the past is full of hardships. Be generous with generosity, and forget your worries..."

For a moment, the sporadic people in the restaurant all looked at the luthier who was stroking the strings.

The robe on his body is not expensive silk, and the old piano is by no means a rare treasure. Instead, it looks like a few silk threads drawn from an old piece of wood. mountain breeze.

It feels like Gao Yishui has already left this small wine shop in the countryside at this moment, drifting slowly up to the clouds.

And just when he pressed the strings with one hand, the clouds dispersed, and he was still above the high mountain, just floating around, but the clouds covered his figure, making people mistakenly think that he was about to fly away.

Now the high mountain was exposed again. He sat on the jagged rocks with his eyes half closed. In front of him was a quiet valley with trees swaying in the wind.

"It's as tall as a mountain." Cai Yan looked at Gao Yishui with ecstasy, and whispered this sentence with his lips, while Gao Yishui's lips were slightly raised, and the hands that plucked the strings became heavier, and his voice became deeper and deeper.

"I have a guest, play the zither and the sheng..." Gao Yishui stopped singing at this point, and left the strings with his hands, leaving only the leisure made of ponytail still trembling slightly, like the echo of the valley.

Qin Ke's eyes gradually turned from Cai Yan to Gao Yishui, and he seemed to understand why Cai Yan called him "Mr. Gao Shan".

But what he didn't quite understand was: "Why didn't you finish singing?"

These are not poems of the Tang Dynasty, but the poems of Cao Meng, the Lord of the Canghai Kingdom. When he was young, his master asked him to recite them. He recited them many times, but he couldn’t recite them completely. So his master asked him to copy them more than ten times. , until my wrist was dry and sore, I finally remembered this poem.

What Gao Yishui sang just now was only the first half of the poem.

Gao Yishui touched his stomach, thought about it, smiled mysteriously, and finally defeated him with a very exasperating reason: "Because if I keep singing, the Hu spicy soup will be cold and it won't taste good."

"..." Qin Ke's eyes widened, and he never thought of such a reason.

On the contrary, Cai Yan watched Gao Yishui drinking Hu spicy soup, knowing that the time he sang, just let the hot Hu spicy soup cool down a lot, no longer burning his mouth, and pursed his lips and laughed.

The drinkers who were listening on the side chatted with each other again, but their eyes were still full of sighs for the music just now.