Brother's Road to Promotion

Dragging his hands and walking for another cup of tea, Jiang Yu was sweating all over, and finally saw the firelight from the other side of the forest, thinking that it was the place where he was temporarily staying tonight.

Since Song Yu is neither a god nor a monster, nor does he look like an ordinary person in his clothes, he must not be a citizen of the mountains. Now that it is getting late and the city gates are closed, even if he leaves the mountains, he must not be able to enter the city. Surely even if there is a fire, it must be a temporary residence.

The continuous clicking sound of trampling on the branches and leaves reached Jiang Yu's ears from a long distance away, even louder than the rustling of the branches in his hands, if it wasn't for the torch in Song Yu's hand With almost the same flames, Jiang Yu really thought that they were unlucky and encountered a huge beast.

With that person's speed, he arrived at them in just a moment.

"Young Master Yu, Master Yu, please do me a favor. If you come back to a place like this, can you bring me with you? If you dislike me, you can also bring the guards of the prefect's house. If something happens to you when you go out alone, I will tell you Life is not enough to pay." Before Jiang Yu could see clearly, the man hurriedly cried to Song Yu who was walking in front.

The meaning of these words is that this person seems to be Song Yu's subordinate, but the tone of his speech is a bit close and casual, and it seems like a friend.

But that's not the point!

If Jiang Yu heard it right, the man mentioned the magistrate, and what he said meant that the guards of the magistrate's family were all under his command, so he took them with him.

Jiang Yu raised his eyes to look at the white back who didn't pause for a moment, his eyes flashed.

"Chengxing."

"doing what?"

"I brought someone." Song Yu tilted his head and gestured behind him.

When Song Yu finished speaking, Jiang Yu had already seen the person coming under the light of the fire. He was obviously similar in stature to Song Yu, but he was actually much stronger than him. But he was quite handsome, and he was an extremely masculine man.

Jiang Yu is not really a deserter, he has nothing but to fill his stomach, and his shame is still there. At this time, his disheveled appearance is not comfortable in front of Song Yu, who is also his brother, let alone in a In front of the man.

When the other party's eyes turned to him following Song Yu's words, Jiang Yu subconsciously wanted to avoid behind Song Yu.

"Why did you pick up a little beggar when you went up the mountain?"

Hearing the man's unscrupulous words, Jiang Yu paused for a moment as he was about to evade, and for a moment even considered whether to throw the snake corpse that had been dragging all the way behind him on the face of the unmanned big man.

It's strange, Jiang Yu frowned, why didn't Song Yu get angry at all when Song Yu said he looked like a deserter?

Could it be that deserters sound better than beggars?

Not necessarily!Jiang Yu was thinking, and was also puzzled by the change of his mood for a while.

Jiang Yu didn't make a sound, Song Yu didn't speak, but the man named Chengxing talked to himself, "What are you dragging behind?"

Jiang Yu bowed his head and walked without saying a word.

"Little beggar, what about you?"

Who is the little beggar called!

Although he knew that the other party might have a much higher status than him, Jiang Yu still didn't want to talk to him.

"Hey! He's not big, but he has a big temper." Zhuo Chengxing turned his head and asked Song Yu, "My lord, where did this kid come from?"

The corner of Song Yu's mouth curled up, "I picked it up on the mountain."

"This guy from the deep mountains and old forests can still pick up children for you!" Zhuo Chengxing expressed distrust, but he didn't get entangled in this matter, "What is he dragging behind?"

"A dead snake."

Zhuo Chengxing has eaten cooked snakes in his life, but he has never seen a dead snake. He became interested for a while, deliberately stepped back, raised a torch to look at the snake corpse wrapped around a wooden stick, " It looks pretty long."

Jiang Yu watched the fire light up beside him, and turned to look at the rude man.

Coincidentally, the man looked at him after watching the snake corpse.

Jiang Yu stared at him blankly, turned his head and dragged the wooden stick and took two quick steps towards Song Yu.

Zhuo Chengxing was stunned for a moment because of his actions.

Although the mountains and forests at the end of spring were cool, Jiang Yu's wet hair was mostly dry after most of the hour.The wet hair that he couldn't manage because his hands were never free was stroked back by Lin Feng who was facing him, revealing a delicate face.

Zhuo Chengxing saw Jiang Yu's face clearly in the light of the fire, and belatedly noticed that the clothes on the little beggar seemed to belong to Mr. Yu of his family! ?

Could this little beggar be Song Yu's new favorite?

For a moment, Zhuo Chengxing fell into the fantasy of "Song Yu is too careless".

Jiang Yu didn't care about what the big guy who kept his mouth shut was thinking. He just thought about how long it would take to get there. He felt that he might not be able to move his legs anymore.

After following Song Yu for another half a cup of tea, Jiang Yu heard the sound of running water. After walking two more steps, an open space appeared in front of him. A dark hut stood in the middle, and the surroundings of the hut were still very elegant. A fence surrounds the ground, and a pool of water on the side is illuminated by the bright full moon, glowing with light.

There is a gate on the fence, which in Jiang Yu's view means that this is a land owned by the owner, but Song Yu unceremoniously opened the gate and walked in.

Compared with the hut in the forest that Jiang Yu lived in, this wooden hut is bigger, with a firepit in the middle, and even a clean floor mat beside the firepit. The items inside are all clean and tidy as if they were newly made.

Zhuo Chengxing lit the firewood in the firepit, and set up the wooden window beside the door.When Song Yu waited for the fire to light up, he went to the side and took out a package, took out a few dry biscuits from it, gave Jiang Yu two yuan, took one for himself, and took out a jug of wine from nowhere, and directly opened the He took off his clothes and sat by the firepit, took a sip of pancakes and wine, and ate comfortably.

"I don't stay in a good house, and I don't enjoy a good banquet. I just go to this kind of corner to eat dry food."

Jiang Yu heard that Zhuo Chengxing took a piece of dry pancake and sat beside Song Yu, complaining without hesitation.

It sounds more and more like a normal upper and lower relationship.

Jiang Yu looked at this wooden house from the gradually brighter fire in the fire pond. If it is a place for ordinary hunters to rest, the wood and cloth decorations are really extravagant, and farmers from better families may not be able to compare.

Jiang Yu looked at the two drinking wine by the fire pond, and felt a little strange, the two seemed to be too close.

After taking two bites of dry biscuits to cushion his stomach, Jiang Yu got up and asked, "Can I have a torch?"

The bored Song Yu glanced at him, and raised his chin towards the fire pit, signaling him to be casual, but Zhuo Chengxing asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Yu still ignored him, but seeing Song Yu's agreement, he lit a torch from the fire pit and opened the door, and Zhuo Chengxing's undisguised voice came from behind, "Hey, where did I provoke that little beggar? Make a face at me?"

Song Yu shook the flagon with one hand, sneered, the flames illuminated his handsome face, took a bite of a dry pancake that didn't fit his identity, and frowned, "You see what I'm doing, ask him yourself."

The door of the wooden house was gently closed by Jiang Yu, and Zhuo Chengxing lowered his voice and approached Song Yu and asked, "You won't be so hungry and desperate for food, you tricked the little beggar back here because of how good he is?"

Because of Song Yu's obsession with broken sleeves, he was so upright and upright that I didn't dare to give him a marriage. There were a group of actors and actresses in the family, and it was difficult to find a mother in the whole house. There is no one in Shangjing who doesn't know, no wonder Zhuo Chengxing thinks so when he sees a good looking man.

Song Yu raised his eyelids and looked at Zhuo Chengxing's silly face, but he was really too lazy to talk to him.

But is that little fish doing well?

Song Yu didn't look at him carefully, but he only remembered that when he turned back to look for him, Jiang Yu looked at him very beautifully.

Without the cover of the trees, the moonlight of the fifteenth day, even without the lighting of the torches, can still make people see the surrounding things clearly.

Jiang Yu went out and walked to the side of the wooden house. Before entering the house just now, he seemed to see a small room on the side of the wooden house.

He was indeed not mistaken, he carefully pushed open the door of the side room with a torch, and what he saw was neatly stacked firewood. Jiang Yu not only found polished rice and iron pans inside, but also oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. There is nothing lacking, and polished rice is not something that ordinary farmers can afford to eat at will.

Even more strange!

Together with the mountain road going down the mountain, these all look like they have just been repaired.

Taking a few pieces of wood, Jiang Yu lit another fire on the open space at the door, took the torches, went to the woods to cut the tree trunks and fixed them aside, and took the clothes that had been crumpled like pickles to the pool beside the house After washing it, it was hung to dry on a tree trunk propped up by the fire.

This wooden house is like a newly renovated house. It has everything that should be in life, but the person who lives here is missing. Of course, there is no clothes for Jiang Yu to replace.

After finishing the outside, Jiang Yu asked through the half-open wooden window: "Can the rice in the side room be used?"

The two of them sat very close to each other in the room, talking without saying a word. Hearing this, Song Yu raised his eyebrows and looked towards the window. Jiang Yu didn't hold the torch, and his face was still hidden in the darkness. Give him two words, "Up to you."

After receiving a positive reply, Jiang Yu turned and walked away.

Song Yu seemed to be a very well-bred son, under what circumstances would he say "up to you" when the master was away, he must be the one who built such a house in the deep mountains.

And Song Yu didn't look like someone who would prepare those things in the side room, maybe someone was going to honor him.

It seems that the identity of Mr. Yu is not simple.

Jiang Yu first washed the rice and put it in an iron pot, then set up a triangular frame with wood, set up the iron pot and put it on the fire to cook the rice, then picked up the cauliflower snake, peeled the skin by the pond, washed it, cut it and marinated it Although it lacks some seasoning materials, there is wine and salt, and it is enough for baking.

The snake was as tall as a person, and it was longer than Jiang Yu's height from head to tail. He found a few suitable long wooden sticks to skewer the snake meat. Jiang Yu carefully placed the wooden sticks on the edge of the fire and slowly Slow toast.

The smell of polished rice mixed with the smell of barbecue slowly floated into the room from the window, and got into the noses of the two people who were eating dry biscuits one by one.

Zhuo Chengxing threw away the dry biscuits, got up, went to the window to look out, and praised: "This kid is quite capable!"

The gentleman is far away from the cook, no matter Song Yu or Zhuo Chengxing, they have never touched these things since they were young, so even if they know that there is rice and a pot in the side room, they would rather eat dry pancakes than cook a pot of rice. .

As for snake meat, sorry, they don't!

There are even polished rice, so how can there be no bowls and plates.

Jiang Yu packed a bowl of rice and grilled oily snake meat, and brought them into the house.

The fire in the firepit was already burning very vigorously at this time, and the fire light illuminated the entire wooden house.

The door of the wooden house creaked, and Song Yu, who was sitting cross-legged by the firepit, raised his eyelids and looked towards the door, watching the young man slowly walk in.

Probably because of the fire, Jiang Yu's hair was completely dry, and he casually tied it into a bun behind him. Without the interference of messy hair, Song Yu saw his face clearly for the first time.

"My lord," put the plate beside Song Yu's legs, Jiang Yu half squatted and looked up at Song Yu, "Would you like to try it?"