Grandpa is such a bunny

The bandits are eliminated, and the people are all happy.

Du Yun sat with his face propped up in front of the burnt and blackened yamen, behind him was the ruined yamen of the prefect of Luo'an city.

Most of the yamen's arresters were still on the beheading platform to collect the corpses after beheading and verify their real bodies. At this time, only a few of them came back from laziness.

Qianfan sat on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated.

Du Yun started to gossip, and Master Tubo Sun Xiao listened to him.

"Still unhappy, tell me, when will the money for the emperor's construction of Jinming Temple arrive?"

Tubo squatted beside Qianfan, patting the ashes on the hem of his robe with his head down, "I don't know, don't even think about it." As soon as Master Du pouted his butt, he knew what he was going to fart, no need to ask, Du Yun was thinking about it The money for building the temple has been around for a long time.

Du Yun looked at Tubo and Zen Master Shanyue, sighed, then raised his head and asked the master, "Then I go to make a fundraiser, how about asking the common people to donate?"

Master, "Shame."

Du Yun pursed his lips, "But the yamen must be covered, otherwise where would you and I live?"

"I don't live in the yamen." Tubo said.

His rabbit hole is still quite comfortable.

Du Yun blinked, "But Chan Master Shanyue needs to stay. Could it be that you asked Zen Master to live in a hotel? It's so noisy there, and..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tubo, "Stop talking, I'll get the money."

Du Yun immediately frowned, "I knew that Lao Tu must have a way."

Tupper spat at him.

"Brother Tu, my mother asked me to bring this to you." A four or five-year-old girl with braids upside down ran over with a childish voice, followed by an older boy.

Tubo blinked, and saw a basket of steamed carrots, sprinkled with a layer of clear sugar granules.

"Brother doesn't know me anymore? I'm Xiangxiang." Seeing that he didn't answer, the little girl pursed her rosy mouth and pinched her two little hands together, pitifully.

"I remember, I remember, how could I forget." Tubo's face flashed blankly, he quickly reacted, caught the basket, and rubbed the little girl's head.

Sun Xiao secretly glanced at Du Yun, who looked normal and said calmly, "Yeah, Xiangxiang got lost two months ago, brother Tu sent you home, Xiangxiang is so cute, you brother Tu of course I remember."

Xiangxiang opened her eyes expectantly, "Really?"

Tubo rubbed her hairy head with his fingers, "My lord and brother are not lying."

Xiangxiang laughed through tears, pulled the little boy next to her, and said, "This is Brother Little Shitou. Xiangxiang will never be afraid of getting lost with Brother Xiaoshitou."

Tubo, "OK".He stretched out his hand to pick up the carrot in the basket, turned a small knife between his fingers, and carved the carrot into a naive rabbit in the blink of an eye, and put it in the little girl's hand, "Give it to Xiangxiang."

The little girl jumped up for joy, Tubo took a small thing in one hand and took it to the nearby sugar shop to buy candy.

Du Yun looked at the backs of the elder and the younger, and shouted, "I like children so much, marry a wife and have one myself."

Tubo bought sugar figurines for them, watched the two children bounce and run away, took out the steamed carrots in the basket, and shared some with each of them. Whether they like it or not, at least they can satisfy their hunger now. Leave it to Qianfan, looking at the gradually darkening sky, the corners of his slightly thin and pretty lips curled up, and he said with a shameless smile, "No, if I plan to marry a wife, half of the girls in the city will probably marry me, If I pick one, won’t it hurt the hearts of others.”

Du Yun said with disgust, "You'll marry any kind."

Tu Bai bit the carrot, "That's even more impossible. Wouldn't it be even more sad for someone like you who wants to marry but can't marry a daughter-in-law? Brother Tu will continue to be your descendant of the Du family."

Du Yun covered his face, "Brother Tu, do you still want face?"

Tu Bo, "I don't want it anymore, the Provincial Uncle Du is too old to face people."

Du Yun, "..."

The yamen was burnt beyond recognition, and Du Yun and other people who lived in the yamen all year round had no place to go. Fortunately, when the inn on the street heard about this, they happily stood at the door of the store and warmly invited the magistrate to come and stay.

Tubo wanted to welcome Qianfan into his rabbit hole, but there was nothing else in the house except a dusty table and a bed full of straw. Really ashamed to bring this clean and elegant monk in, he had no choice but to choose a secluded small inn and let Du Yun and Qian Fan stay here temporarily.

The inn was not far from his home. At night, Tubababa sat in the Qianfan Room, waiting for him to finish evening classes, turn off the lights and go to bed.Du Yun knocked on the door outside and asked him when he was leaving. Tomorrow, he had to remember to go to Fuxiangji to buy him a catty of oiled chestnuts for breakfast.

Tubo yelled, "Go to sleep, you will know how to eat." Turning his head and smiling, he held his cheek and said, "The oil chestnuts from that house are hot when they are just out of the pan, and they taste great when served with clear porridge. I will buy them for you tomorrow. Try it."

Qian Fan's face became hot for some reason when he watched him, and he said softly, "I'm here to help you.".

The next day, Tubo woke up just after dawn, plucked his weakly hanging right ear, licked his erect left ear, stretched his round tail, licked his paws, washed his face, and went out.

The oily chestnuts from the first pot of Fuxiangji were hot and hot, and the smell of soft and glutinous chestnuts made people greedy. When Du Yun went downstairs, he saw at least three catties of oily chestnuts in Tubo's hand, and he ran down the stairs. Lou, tears almost filled his eyes, "Old Tu, you are so kind to me, and even peeled it off for me, why are you so polite."

Tubo knocked off his hand to grab the chestnut meat, "Peel it off yourself, it's not for you."

A light scent of sandalwood came, and Tubo stood up and beckoned, "The breakfast is ready, come and eat, I've peeled the chestnuts too."

Du Yun scooped up white rice porridge with a spoon, glanced at the elegant and elegant monk, and wanted to say something, but was infected by Qian Fan's clean body, and the depression in his heart was instantly swept away.

Seeing the master and Sun Xiao come in, Tubo divided the chestnuts into two oil-paper strips and asked them to take them home for his wife and mother to taste.

"Where are you going?" Du Yun saw Tubo get up.

"I bought goat's milk on the way and asked Xiaoer to heat it up. I'll take it to Yunniang. You should eat less and save some for her mother and son." He said as he walked towards the kitchen. A policeman hurried in, saw them all there, and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, Zhu Hong's body is gone."

The body of the beheaded body for public display must be verified after the execution.People who commit serious crimes, whether they are officials or nobles, can be handed over to Yizhuang, otherwise they need to report to the imperial court, and the imperial court and the official family will decide how to dispose of the corpse.

And Zhu Hong is obviously the latter, no matter what happened to him during his lifetime, whether his body will return to his ancestral grave or not depends on the emperor himself.

Now that the corpse is lost, if someone with a heart grasps the handle, they will inevitably suspect that there is something tricky about this corpse.

Tubo said, "What are you doing in a daze, go find it quickly."

Walking outside, before stepping over the threshold, Du Yun suddenly slapped the table behind him, shaking the shaking bowls and chopsticks, "Tubai! Tell me, what exactly did you promise Yunniang? She begged for it earlier I want to execute the sentence myself, why didn't I talk about it later!"

Tubo's face turned blue, and he folded his arms, "I didn't promise anything."

"You didn't agree? If you dare to say that you didn't agree, I will beat you to death." Du Yun grabbed the bowls and chopsticks on the table, paused, replaced them with chestnut shells, and threw them at Tubo, " Are there any more rules! You are so mad at me, I will smash you to death!"

Another ten catties of chestnut shells would not hurt anyone. Tubo stood still with a cold face and let him smash it casually.

With his back to Du Yun, Qian Fan blocked all the chestnut shells for Tubo, and looked at Tubo with clear black eyes.

Tubai's eyebrows trembled, he stretched out his hand to stroke the chestnut shell on his shoulder, and poked his head out in displeasure, "It's okay to smash it after you see it."

Du Yun was pressed on the table by Sun Xiao and the master each with one arm and screamed.

Qian Fan held his wrist that was gently stroking his shoulder, and gently advised, "Don't be angry."

Tubo glanced at his lips, "I'm not angry with him because of his big head." He took Qian Fan a little further away, stood at the door of the inn, and said, "Isn't it just a corpse? Why don't you let her dispose of it? .”

Du Yun yelled, "Rules, rules, you know the rules."

Tubo is usually vulgar and dares to say anything, but with Qian Fan around, he feels that even the slightest bit of obscenity will stain the monk like a green lotus, and he frowned displeasedly, "Speak well for me .”

Du Yun pointed at the door, "Go out and find it for me."

Tubo pulled Qianfan and left, "Just go." After speaking, he turned his head and left.

The inn was disturbed by them, the chestnut shells fell all over the floor, Du Yun's face was still pressed against the table, and he hummed, "Let go."

Sun Xiao and the master let him go, "Sir, don't be angry, brother Tu is also kind, Zhu Hong died like this, who can be reconciled."

Du Yun picked up the chestnuts, peeled them slowly and threw them into the bowl, and finished the soup with a whimper, "I understand, just want him to know that it's not so easy to be a good brother."

He clapped his hands and stood up, "Let's go, let's go and have a look too, don't let Yunniang and the child get into trouble."

On the main street of Luo'an City, while walking, Tubo noticed that there were still chestnut shells on Qian Fan's body, and wrinkled his nose to help him remove it, "She is very pitiful by herself. I just agreed to her because I was afraid that she would get overwhelmed and do something stupid."

Tubo put himself in his shoes and felt how difficult the road ahead for Yunniang would be. The lingering wound in his heart might not heal for the rest of his life. He thought that if Zhu Hong's body was handed over to Yunniang, her After venting, will he be able to live a good life with Yao'er?

He didn't know if he had done anything wrong, and his bright eyes dimmed.

Qian Fan had never seen this man looking downcast before, looking at his fluffy hair, he reached out to touch it.

He did stretch out, and the clothes rubbed against each other. Tubo tilted his head and looked at his hand in doubt.

In the end, Qianfan had no choice but to put down his blushing face, clasped his hands together, and recited Amitabha.

They went all the way from the inn to find Yunniang's simple thatched house. The ewes tied in front of the house bleated when they saw Tubo from afar, and they couldn't be more enthusiastic.

But Tubo was not in the mood of a ewe. The closer he got to the house standing alone in the field, the more his heart sank.

I always feel like he did something wrong.

Du Yun and Master Sun Xiao caught up afterward, and their faces were glancing at each other, also full of dark clouds.

A gust of blood-smelling wind blew from the field, blowing the already dilapidated thatched cottage even more crumbling.

Tubo's expression moved, and he strode over. When he saw the hem of the thick cotton curtain that served as the door, his heart twitched fiercely.

There was a layer of wet dark water stains under the already dirty cotton curtains, and the water marks were still soaking through the cotton curtains little by little.

The strong smell of blood wafted out as the cotton curtain moved back and forth, strong and foul.

Standing at the front, Tubo's Adam's apple rolled, and he glanced inside through the gap of the cotton curtain blown open by the wind, and closed his eyes immediately.

"donor."

"What did Old Tu see?"

Tubo opened his eyes, and his voice squeezed dryly from his throat, "I'll go in, don't follow me."

Qian Fan whispered, "I will go with you."

Tubo turned around and looked at him with almost pleading eyes, "Promise me, don't come in, don't come in, okay, I don't want you to see it."

Qian Fan and him looked at each other, and there were imperceptible ripples in the quiet clear water of the lake in his eyes. After a while, he said softly, "Okay."

Tubo bent the corner of his lower lip, took a deep breath, opened the cotton curtain and walked in.

The room was dark and it was hard to see. Tubo avoided the blood stains and unknown body tissues on the ground, and took off his clothes to cover the woman curled up in the corner.

Yun Niang struggled to open her eyes from the trance, saw him, and smiled slowly, she smiled very gently, and showed Tubo the baby in her arms.

The little thing who was originally thin and weak and always humming closed his eyes tightly, his little face was pale, and his whole body was cold.Taking off the swaddling clothes, Tubo saw a dagger|dagger penetrated into her abdomen, and blood was bubbling from the wound.

Tubo picked her up and said harshly, "I'll take you to the doctor."

Yun Niang hugged the child and leaned her head gently on his shoulder, murmuring, "Thank you."

Tubo gritted his teeth.

Yun Niang closed her eyes, as if she was having a sweet dream, and murmured with her chapped lips, "Brother Xiang...Cheng'er..."

Tubo clenched his fists, turned his head to look at the neatly dressed human skin on the dark table and a bloody corpse with no head, no skin bag, and bloody flesh on the ground, and whispered, "Let's go, you don't have to worry about it anymore."

The wind whimpered in the fields.

Qian Fan watched as Tubo wrapped the man in his clothes and carried him out.

"you--"

Tubo shook his head, took out the fire folder from his arms with one hand, and threw it behind his back.

The torch rolled down on the dry thatch of the house and lit up in an instant.

The flames were soaring into the sky, and the smell of scorched black overwhelmed the smell of blood, leaving behind a tongue of burning and shaking flames.

Tubo hugged the gradually cooling body in his arms, without looking back, "Let's go."

The others responded and followed behind him.

Sun Xiao was holding the ewe, looked up inadvertently, and saw a woman's hand hanging from Tubo's arms.

Reflecting the firelight, Sun Xiao clearly saw that hand seemed to have been soaked in blood and flesh, covered with sticky blood, so scarlet that the original color could not be seen.But he inexplicably felt that that hand was very soft. Before the bad news, her husband must have never let those hands do heavy work. He remembered Tubo's expression before entering the house, and turned to look at the thatched cottage engulfed in flames. Suddenly, he remembered the poem Master Du once read to him——How can I live without dying?