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I don't know whether it was the young medicine that worked or Kunlun's gamble that worked. After a day, the fleshy fever subsided slowly, and it took more than ten days to get better.The strange thing is that such a fatal illness didn't make much of the little fat on Rourou's body.After raising them for half a month, the fats came back again.Returning with him is the talent for meaty talk.Before long, "Kengkeng" became "Kunkun", and "Kunkun" became "Kunlan".By the time "Kunlun" is well-spoken, Rourou will be four years old.You can go out with Kunlun.Go to the town, go to the market, go to Linxian, the farther and farther you go.

Kunlun is not a fairy, there are seven things to do when you open the door, plus there is still a small piece of meat to feed, "sitting and eating" for more than three years, the little bits and pieces you have saved are worthless, just look at it and do it.Kunlun put on his back basket and led Rourou to the border market.

The border market is located on the border between Miao and Han.It takes three days to go straight east through the town.

There are eight thousand miles of mountains, rivers and mountains in the Han Dynasty, with a large population, a wide range of scenery, and many emperors. From south to north, more than a dozen people fought frequently. They fought for decades. The big ones wiped out the small ones, and the strong swallowed up the weak ones. The emperor fought less and less, but the battles became bigger and bigger, people died more and more, and the land became more and more barren.As long as the Han people stopped earning a living, the shortage of rations, medicinal materials, and tobacco could always fuel the prosperity of the border market.

Kunlun went to the border market to sell a kind of pill, which has a miraculous effect on stopping bleeding, reducing inflammation and astringent. It is a rare good medicine for treating knife wounds.All the Miao people are half masters of herbs, especially those who make a living from herbs like Kunlun. They have basically worshiped a few powerful witch doctors. Rich and surplus.

There was an old customer from Kunlun in the border market, and he had messaged him before he came, and when he saw him show up, he quickly surrounded him, telling him how warm and cold the family is.The price is not discussed, each other is very friendly, knowing that "genuine goods at a fair price" is the basis of long-term business.

It is said that Kunlun has not shown up for more than three years in a row. It turns out that he is busy getting married and having children.He also said that Kunlun was so lucky to raise such a well-behaved son at a young age.The bottom line is to praise the fleshy body, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and it will definitely be blue when it grows up.Kunlun didn't answer, but only smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.He didn't take it seriously, but his good mood showed through the scales--the pills sold were given more.

Rourou was standing in the Kunlun basket, yelling "Uncle" and "Uncle", playing tricks on all sides.Uncles don't bark for nothing, and after the barking, there are always a few peach candies and a few handfuls of copper coins in hand.The copper coin was handed over to Kunlun, and the peach candy was carefully tucked into a small pocket hanging around his neck.With candy to eat, Rourou smiles sweeter.The uncles and uncles wanted to hug this pink meat as soon as their hearts were hot, but Kunlun blocked it calmly.Who knows if the hands selling herbal tobacco, native lacquer and tung oil will also be selling babies along the way.Although the world is chaotic and life is cheap, there is always a market for handsome children.Every time on the way back, Kunlun felt that someone was following him, falling behind him not far or near, and he walked when you walked, and stopped when you stopped.You can't get rid of the official road, you can only choose narrow paths, deep forests, giant trees, strange rocks and dead vines, poisonous snakes and reptiles can be seen everywhere, and a trap can be set everywhere.In such a complicated and confusing situation, the Han people dare not fight with the familiar Miao people.

Taking a four-year-old child across mountains and rivers is not a long-term livelihood after all.After going to the border market a few times and having a little surplus, Kunlun collected more than a dozen barrels of tung oil raw lacquer, more than a dozen dans of tobacco soil, and several large vats of medicinal wine from several villages on the edge of the Tuojiang River. Among the merchants in Youyang City, whoever bids the most will sell to whomever.Youyang City is on the edge of Qujiang River, a tributary of Tuojiang River, and was besieged by two soldiers who were fighting fiercely.These two armies occupy both sides of the Qujiang River, and have pinched for more than a year. They are short of food, rice, medicine, and medicine. "Warrior robbery" is good at it, and debtors are good at it. When encountering "wen borrowers" who can't borrow money, they also kill people and get goods.He was ready for the goods to be robbed by bandits, soldiers, sinking Jiang, etc., and so on.

Who is ruthless to bet on? Let's see if it is the soldiers, bandits, heaven and earth, or his fate.The big deal is to overthrow and start over.

You can gamble, but you can't "twist", at least you can't come to the door to seek death, you have to wait until the two sides have a little eyebrow, or when both sides are disturbed by the bandits who "grow with the wind" when they have time, look for the right time Put the goods down the river, pay more to hire a fast boat, the size of the ship should not be large, the goods will be released separately, and it will arrive in three days down the river.Make a good contact plan in advance, but don't say how many days and when you will arrive, just to prevent someone from selling information on both sides, hooking up soldiers or bandits to rob the ship overtly and secretly.There are not many such opportunities, only two or three times a year.Two or three times are enough, enough for him and Rourou to "sit and eat" comfortably for a year or two.

Flesh is too small, such a dangerous road Kunlun usually does not take him away.Usually he is entrusted to the old sister who sells steamed eggs at the street corner.The old mother is an orphan, without children, who sets up a stall to make a living, treats the child very carefully, and sincerely hopes for the child's well-being.Before Kunlun left, he would personally send Rourou over, leave enough money, food, and medicines for mosquito bites, headaches, brain fever, and other minor ailments, and then he would leave.

I'm afraid that Rourou's feet will be locked when he looks into his watery eyes.Every time Kunlun leaves home, he will not cry or make trouble, even if the tears are full, his eyes will be sore and swollen, he will grit his teeth and bear it until he can't bear it, so he buries his head and shows his lonely head, silently Let the teardrops fend for themselves.Kunlun knew that he was going to cry, at most he ruffled the hair on the top of his head vigorously, and there was nothing else to say.

I don't know the length of this trip.Rourou moved a small stool to guard the street corner every morning, and served his three meals at the street corner.Keeping it so hard-stuck and worried, how can such a young child deserve it?

The old lady also persuaded him at the beginning, but after a long time, she realized that the child had a "toughness" in her temper, and she was still stretched to the extreme.Only hand him an umbrella when the sky is sunny, and give him a coir raincoat to put on when it rains.

Keeping the lights on and cooking oil like this until the day Kunlun comes back, it feels like New Year's Eve.He was so happy that he lost all his tricks, and blew past him like a gust of wind, bumping into Kunlun's arms without looking at him, never losing his head, as if he knew that Kunlun would definitely catch him firmly.

Ten days of birth and separation can be exchanged for several months of leisure and comfort.In his free time, Kunlun would teach Rourou to practice calligraphy.From the age of six, you can practice calligraphy.In Han soil, calligraphy is not called calligraphy, but Kaimeng.The other children in the village are not good at calligraphy.The Miao people pass it on orally: the great achievements and demerits of the ancestors, the great right and wrong, and the grievances and hatreds are passed from the mouths of the previous generation to the next generation. Nothing is lost, nothing is missing, nothing is missing, and it is quite complete. Why do you need words?

There are a few private schools in the town, and the mountains and rivers are far from safe, and Kunlun is worried about sending meat to private schools, so he simply teaches by himself.Start with "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic".Rourou doesn't necessarily understand what is "at the beginning of human beings, nature is good" and what is "heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric".When he is in high spirits, Kunlun will carry a basket on his back, load meat and books, and walk slowly to a mountain depression seven or eight miles away from the village.There are wild maples growing in the mountain depressions, and it is just when autumn is thick that the autumn frost is over, and the red is wanton.Where the mountain wind passes by, groups of overripe leaves wither and fall.The splendor of dying is quite touching.

Finding a place to sit down, Kunlun fetched books, wine, and occasionally a packet of peanuts from the basket.Rourou couldn't wait, so he hurriedly crawled out of the basket, shouting and chasing the falling leaves.Kunlun stood quietly not far away, seeing that he couldn't stop running and his face was full of sweat, he waved to him: "Fatty! Come here!".Rourou stopped, held back Xiaobai, and threw his head towards him, trying to push him down, but Kunlun was always as motionless as a mountain, giving him no fun at all.

At that time, Kunlun's language had been simplified to the extreme, but every sentence must start with a "meat". "Fatty, I'm learning calligraphy." "Fatty, eat.". "Fatty, go home."The world of mortals is so long, it seems that if you are implicated by this "flesh", you can find your home, and the mountains, south, rivers, north and sky will never be separated again.

After the autumnal equinox, the days are short and the nights are long. When they walked back, the moon was already full of the sky before they reached the stockade.There is still a mountain to climb.Rourou was tired of walking, so he had to rely on Kunlun's back for life and death. He refused to sit on the back basket and lay on his stomach. Fortunately, the back basket was not heavy. Kunlun put the back basket in front, and Rourou lay on his back. Two people, one big and one small, leaned on each other A pair of feet measures the three thousand stone steps of Wanren Mountain, one level at a time, and when you reach the mountainside, the moon will come up.

"Kunlun, Kunlun, look at that moon! Does it look like the steamed eggs sold by the old mom at the street?" Kunlun looked up at the sky, and saw a huge moon with a yellow halo hanging on the top of the mountain. They are very close.The sky was sunk by this outrageously big moon, as if it could be touched by raising one's hand.

Kunlun skipped over the moon itself, saw from the fat yellow halo on the edge of the moon that there would be a good wind in the next few days, and wondered how much goods he should load this time, whether he should carry grain in the tung oil raw lacquer soil.Carrying food is a dangerous activity second only to carrying arms.It is not only bandits and soldiers who want to rob it, but also refugees along the way who are so hungry that they can kill and set fire at any time.

It's so easy to get what you want in the middle of wealth and danger, so there's not a lot of people vying for this job, so it's his turn?

Kunlun's thirst for money may have originated from Rourou's serious illness, or from the joy of amnesty when he left home every time Rourou silently shed, waited, and reunited, as well as the love he felt for him. He is anxious about his next trip with an uncertain return date.

After completing this vote, he can bid farewell to all the sinister livelihoods, take his flesh and blood, and retreat from the world of mortals for thirty miles.No cold and hunger, no hunger, no worries, and you can escape from the world with peace of mind.Don't even try to disturb them with all the things related to money in the world.