The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

He reached over and grabbed old man Li's white beard. Old man Li woke up in pain. Seeing such a big face in front of him, when he got angry, he slapped him on the face.

Snapped--

Song Qishu covered his face in disbelief, didn't know what to say, the attack was not serious, but he was slapped in the face?

He let go of his hand, and shallow palm prints appeared on his face, matching his expression rather funny.

The old man Li was woken up by the crisp voice. When he saw that it was his apprentice, his drowsiness was swept away. Then he looked at the slap marks on his face and asked strangely, "Why are you so close? What's wrong with your face?" It's such a big handprint."

Song Qishu chuckled, "I was beaten by someone, look at your own hands."

Old man Li looked at his hand in bewilderment, it was red, and he didn't know where he got it.

"This... Apprentice, people say that beating is love, we should not care so much between master and apprentice, I am so old, you can't touch my old bones, let me tell you , we must respect the teacher."

Song Qishu rubbed his face, he didn't really want to say anything, after all, he leaned over to wake him up, and he felt a bit self-inflicted when he was really beaten, but when he thought about what he wanted to ask, he became dissatisfied again.

"Let me ask you, where are you going? You can't just drive aimlessly. I just took a look and I'm about to go out of the boundary. You have to tell me whether you are going north or south!"

He clasped his hands and leaned aside with a sneer.

Old man Li rubbed the sore back of his neck, feeling a little guilty in his heart. He still wanted to fool around like this, but he was discovered before he even had a word.

"This... I'm also doing it for your own good. Please be safe this way. Let's go to Jiangnan. I have a good friend there. He can be regarded as a divination master, but he is different from us. It is also my fault to introduce you to him." Fenxin, after all, I am only a disciple like you at my age, so I naturally want these people to meet you."

What he said was perfect, at least Song Qishu was speechless, and he couldn't find any faults with the other party, if someone else would definitely point at his back and scold him, such a good master doesn't cherish him, he keeps turning against him every day.

He sighed, accepting the reality, he didn't want to go anywhere, opened the curtain, and saw the extremely boring Bai Ze driving the car, he couldn't get angry.

"White Pond."

Seeing him stretch out half of his body, Bai Ze said coldly, "Why are you coming out, you two uncles can just stay inside."

Song Qishu was not angry when he was ridiculed, "Ahem, the person inside said that we should go to Jiangnan instead."

The horse was uncomfortably strangled, raised its hooves and let out a long cry, then stopped on the spot and neighed.

Trembling, Bai Ze dropped the whip in his hand, and impatiently grabbed his clothes, shaking him until he couldn't breathe.

"You, you say it again? Jiangnan?" Bai Ze threw him aside unsteadily, "Are you crazy? Do you know how far it is from here to Jiangnan? I don't know the way, you two lunatics go by yourself ,I am leaving."

Bai Ze flicked up his sleeves, jumped out of the carriage, and made a gesture to leave. Seeing that the coachman was about to run away, Song Qishu immediately went over and hugged his legs.

"Don't, don't, just talk about it, you don't know the way, I don't know, but the problem can always be solved, don't get too excited." He wiped his sweat, now they are people on the same road, If Bai Ze ran away, the old man Li's slave would be replaced by him, and he couldn't bear it.

"Then what do you say?" Bai Ze looked at him suspiciously.

"We'll be at the station in a while. There should be someone waiting at the door. We'll hire someone who knows the way to drive the car for you. Get in the car and come with us." He put forward his idea with a playful smile, and when he saw Bai Ze With a hesitant look on his face, the dust in his heart has settled, see, you have to use a soft knife, but there is no way to force it.

Bai Ze reluctantly nodded, as if remembering something, his expression changed, and he suddenly pushed him into the car courteously, "Let's start now, we should be able to reach the post station before evening, you should sit down quickly."

Song Qishu was pushed into the carriage in a daze, still a little unbelievable in his heart, is such a talkative person really Bai Ze?

"Did he take the wrong medicine? His attitude is uncertain."

Old man Li took a puff of his cigarette and gave him a supercilious look, "It's only for profit."

But during the process, Bai Ze really drove the car honestly and didn't talk too much. After a while, they crossed the boundary and arrived at the post station on the edge of the boundary.

There is a small shop in this post station to provide accommodation, it is also for the convenience of people coming and going, providing them with some hot water, food, and a place to rest. Song Qishu and the others just came to look for the driver and did not want to stay. to the professional stables.

Song Qishu tugged old man Li curiously, motioning him to look over.

Old man Li saw that it was a tea shed for pedestrians, and there were not many people there. There was only one boss and one buddy, but he was good at his hands and feet, so he was busy, but what's so interesting about it.

"what happened?"

In fact, Song Qishu was also curious, what he was curious about were the three people sitting in the tea shed, two of them were obviously officials, with fierce faces, they stared at each other, scaring away several passers-by.

There was a man sitting between the two of them, and they were watching closely, for fear that he would run away. From Song Qishu's perspective, he could only see that man was wearing a prisoner's clothes, and he had shackles for prisoners on his hands. The word "prisoner" is very harsh, and anyone should take a second look to find out.

Song Qishu is a person from another world who has been here for so long and is the first prisoner to be escorted. He is almost the same as the one on TV, but what did this person do? He looks like a scholar, but his face is full of decadence, and he doesn't know whether it is because he is depressed or because of his own destiny.

He would think that there are traces to be a scholar. This scholar from a dynasty he has never heard of is not as pedantic as he thought, and his ever-changing ideas once frightened the emperor of the dynasty. After observing for a long time, he found that they still have a habit , all scholars put a piece of green leaf in their hair that the bookstore made for famous people. First, this thing is not as expensive as jade, gold and silver, and it is easy to make. .

The owner of the tea shed is also soft-hearted, he will make a full pot of tea foam for every prisoner who passes by.This is already the best tea that can be provided here. Ordinary people have to purchase it specially if they want to buy it. A full pot will overflow with tea fragrance, filling the tip of the nose. A sip of it will comfort the heart and spleen, and even the fatigue and sadness of the journey will be eliminated. a lot.

The boss took a big tea bowl and poured it full for the scholar, and then he sighed when he saw his gentle and handsome appearance, "Young master is only kind, but it's a pity that he won't be able to come back after this trip." , It's a pity, it's a pity, I don't know how many boudoir daughters shed tears, and there is one less Ruyi Langjun."

The prisoner, who had been bowing his head in silence from the beginning, took the teacup he handed over, drank it in gulps, and comforted his throat that hadn't been wet for a long time. The coolness soothed the burning in his throat, he replied in a hoarse voice.

"It can be regarded as drinking water. Boss, you don't have to feel sorry for me. I will be satisfied if you can serve me this bowl of tea. It can be considered that God has brought me well, and I may not be back in the future."

The two officials couldn't help snorting because of his self-confidence, "Master County Magistrate, don't dream, you are going to a place of bitter cold for thousands of miles, and it doesn't matter if you feed wolves, tigers and leopards, our brother will give you a meal." It’s not in vain for us to give you a ride.”