I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

Ming Ciyue, blind, old, sickly pale, and very thin in a blue shirt, coughed a few times from time to time to remind Ji Zheng that he really couldn't pull the horns with his appearance.

The back of the bull was wide and long, and he sat behind Ji Zheng and kept a certain distance from him, without saying a word, very leisurely, neither angry nor anxious.

Ji Zheng was like a substitute driver: "Where are you going? To get to the old house of the Ming Mansion, you may have to go in the direction of the Yamen."

The implication is that there are all residential houses, and the cattle may not be able to squeeze through, and they may have to pay a fine.

"It's okay." Ming Ci Yue said indifferently, "Let's go to the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The members of the Ming family were buried there after being executed. There is also a small ancestral hall secretly built by the people of Wuzhou for my father."

Ji Zheng didn't respond, but just dragged Niutou to the mountain outside the village.

Ji Zheng couldn't describe how slow the cow walked, but he still couldn't whip it to drive it, because the cow stepped hard and steadily across the muddy ditch with one foot deep and the other shallow. An old man who worked hard in the fields

One cow and two people, the sun is past noon, it seems that he is the only one who is worried about the anxious schedule, and the rest of them are calm and relaxed, just like an outing.

After finally driving out of the residential area, out of the place with the most water, and finally came to the high fields between the paddy fields.

This cow was originally a livestock that worked hard in the paddy field. When it saw an occupational disease in the paddy field, it fell down again and wanted to push the two people on its back. Ji Zheng was so frightened that he pulled the two horns.

"Little boy."

Ji Zheng thought he was being called, and turned around following the sound while controlling the cow.

He heard that person call again, "Young Master Ming."

Young Master Ming? !Ji Zheng was startled, Ming Ciyue is now the actual person in power of Dayan, without any guards to follow, his identity was seen through in the fields, what should he do?

Ming Ciyue just turned his head and responded calmly to the farmer.

This old farmer didn't want to come over and bow and kneel to salute. He just sat on the other side of the field ridge half an acre away from the paddy field. What's wrong?"

Ming Ci answered him in dialect, the old farmer nodded clearly, didn't ask any more questions, and responded in dialect, Ming Ci subconsciously looked sideways at Ji Zheng, and tuned into half dialect and half mandarin.

In fact, Ji Zheng didn't care if he could understand or not, he just listened intently.

This Wuzhou dialect is very similar to Wu Nong's soft language. It drags its long tail and bends it softly.

Ji Zheng has never heard Mingci Yue use such an accent, and the contrast is somewhat funny, as if Ming Ciyue speaks more and more in a dialect.

He seemed to be able to really see that a boy of eleven or twelve years old, going to the back of the mountain after school every day, whipping his horse and whipping against the wind, passing by with his sleeves fluttering.

Ji Zheng finally realized that this old farmer would never know, and he didn't care about the current position of Young Master Ming in Dayan. Today is the same as the countless days when Ming Ciyue came and went on this road when he was young, there is no difference.He only knew that the little son's family had suffered, and he also knew that it would be good for him to return home safely.

"Ah, this young master looks just like you. He's so handsome. He must be you."

Ji Zheng was suddenly noticed, and hurriedly regained his senses, and slightly bowed to the old man on the back of the bull.

"Hmm..." Ming Ci draws out his voice, the soft words are too soft, softer than the swaying branches between the bed and bed, and the roots of people's ears are on fire when they hear it, "It's me."

Ji Zheng tensed her back subconsciously, frowned and said, "What do you mean by Manman, don't talk nonsense, he knows your identity, what should we do if it gets out?"

Mingci Yue said indifferently: "It's nothing, the juniors in the family who are younger than me can be called Manman."

Ji Zheng: ...? ?

Not too much, right?

After exchanging pleasantries, the farmer still had to work, so he waved at them and shouted to go slowly, and the two of them clasped their hands on the back of the bull and continued on their way.

A quarter of an hour has passed...

The farmer looked up, but the cow was still beside his field ridge, so he waved his hands again, and the two of them clasped their hands together.

Two quarters of an hour passed...

As soon as he looked up, the two were still there, and the farmer waved enthusiastically again, and the two waved back.

An hour passed, the two were still in sight, and he again...

……

Ji Zheng was expressionless on the bull's back: "...when will I get out of this field."

"Come on, look up, is Nanshan right in front of you?"

"Hmm..." That's true, but Nanshan was always in front of them, but they couldn't get there.

They passed under the shade of a willow tree, with the willow branches hanging down, Ji Zheng saw it from a long distance, and when they got close, he bent down and lay on the back of the cow in advance.

But he didn't tell Ming Ciyue.

As expected, Uncle Huang didn't avoid it, those branches with white velvet hanging down his face one after another.

Ji Zheng succeeded in teasing her, and she became childish and wanted to laugh.

But when he found that Ming Ciyue's first reaction was to put his hands forward and bend over to protect him, Ji Zheng couldn't laugh again, and became inexplicably irritable.

Ming Ci Yue was not annoyed when he took the time to protect himself, he grabbed the branches and leaves on the top of his head and put them to his lips to play a ditty.

Ji Zheng was lying on the back of the cow, and the voice of the minor key floated to his ears, not much louder than the wind. It was long, and the accent was the same as that of the locals. The place where he accidentally blew air was hoarse, and it scratched his ears. .

He slumped down, turned over, looked up at the green sky, and played with the willow branches hanging in front of him.

He laughed at him: "Young master...Mr. Ming, what is the name of this song?"

"Pretty barbaric."

"what?"

The weeping willow he was holding in his palm suddenly turned black and thousands of silks. It was Ming Ciyue who suddenly bent down. Ji Zheng turned around in fright, sat upright, and stopped making trouble.

"I mean, this tune is called Man Man."

"Oh..." Ji Zheng touched the tip of his nose guiltily, "Do you like to write songs for your nephew?"

"maybe."

Ji Zheng suddenly changed the subject: "Then when your nephew dies, you will also bury him at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Will you ride a bull to see him during Qingming?"

He was taken aback as he spoke, and suddenly thought of a serious question, "We have no other relatives, no descendants, so after we die..."

"Worship is to appease the living, and it is of no benefit to the dead." Ming Ciyue did not lift his head, and replied in the gap between Chu Ye'er, "However, the Holy Majesty will enter the imperial mausoleum, and thousands of people will pay homage to him. peaceful."

Just at this moment, the title was changed again, and he was called Shengshang again.

Ji Zheng listened awkwardly, and sneered: "You're used to being lazy, why don't you go to the imperial mausoleum this time to be on duty at night?"

Ming Ci became more dumb, stopped the tune, raised his head in a panic, "Chen... can I?"

Ji Zheng turned her face straight again and stopped talking.

The sun had already slid down along the edge of the Nanshan Mountain. At first, it still moved down slowly, but after a while it suddenly jumped out, and it fell down all of a sudden, leaving nothing but warmth in the world.

"Your Majesty?" Ming Ci called him more tentatively, but there was no reply.

"Zhengzheng." Ming Ciyue's voice was a little weaker, but there was still no reply.

The eyelashes under the thin white cloth fluttered open.

"Pretty... madam..."

Ji Zheng heard the call while the bull was bumping, and opened his eyes in a daze, but saw that the sky above his head was dark.

He was lying on his back, looking at the man above him holding two horns and pulling the rope, with strips of white cloth hanging vaguely, he couldn't tell he was blind at all.

Ming Ci Yue, as expected of Ming Ci Yue, is so proficient in riding a bull.

Dream, this must be his dream.

Since it was in a dream, Ji Zheng suddenly became annoyed, reached out and grabbed the collar and pulled it in front of his eyes, wishing to tear the white cloth from his eyes in one breath.

"Ming Ci Yue...Ming, you are a lunatic, you still don't understand why I ran away." The child was incoherent in his sleep, "Why do you, I'm gone, you still want, still want..."

Ming Ciyue held the old cow with one hand, and had to free up another hand to hold the troublesome hand.

The dreamlike picture in front of him seemed blurred and hazy, Ji Zheng rubbed his eyes unwillingly, and narrowed them again.

He heard one last sentence before going to sleep.

"I was wrong, I have missed it, I will never hear that voice again, I will not offend you, let alone lock you up, I will let you go... If you are willing to get married, we are a family, you Even if we don’t want to get married, we are still a family.”

"I don't have any other family members anymore, we only have each other, so I will always wait for you as a family member."

……

I don't know if it was because he was too tired from riding a bull during the day, Ji Zheng was hugged and put on the mattress in the wing room, turned around without waking up, and continued to sleep again.

In the night, an umbrella slowly brushed against his cheeks, sandwiched between the bodies of the two of them in the same way, covering the top of his head.

It's not raining?

Ji Zheng was tossed and turned in a daze, his eyes half-closed half-closed, staring at the inside of the mushroom cap.

After a while, there was another sound of dripping water droplets in my ears, and it was raining again in the house.

He muttered: "When you come, the rainy season has come earlier... just one more night, and I have to ask Yuanming to fix it tomorrow."

"Go to sleep."

He nodded resignedly, and leaned against a human-shaped heater beside him, curled up like a cat, and fell asleep under the umbrella.

As a result, when he got up the next day, the umbrella and the person disappeared completely, and the celadon basin in the corner of the room was filled with water, which may be the next leak from last night.

But when Ji Zheng went out again, he was taken aback again. It was sunny outside, and not only was there no trace of night rain on the ground, but the muddy water from yesterday had been completely dried out.

Those memories of candle shadows in the west window and rain hitting plantains were not absurd, but they were enough to make him feel ashamed and annoyed. A dream? !His wishful thinking? An absurd dream? !

He laughed at himself inwardly, pretending to be calm and asked him, "Is the roof repaired?"

Yuan Ming touched his head and smiled, "Young master, that thing is not that easy to repair, and I'm not a professional roof repairer, but don't worry, we will fix it for you before we leave... Otherwise, what will you do if you live alone... ..."

It was the same night when he finished signing the guarantee ticket, the umbrella came again, and this time the sound of rain really knocked on his ears, like a partial shower, always only on his roof.

Ming Ciyue also seems to be purely here to hold an umbrella, not overstepping the rules or violating etiquette, and not giving Ji Zheng any reason to push him down.

Gradually, Ji Zheng had to accept it. It seemed that there really was a dark cloud that cried every night, which belonged only to their heads, and they had to spend a long and long rainy season—a rainy season exclusively for the two of them. .

I don't know when Mingciyue will leave, and I don't know when the rainy season will leave.

Ji Zheng neither liked nor hated this feeling, but gradually accepted it.

But on the afternoon of the second day, Ji Zheng passed by behind the house and saw Yuan Ming turn over from the eaves. He wanted to go over to say hello and ask how he was doing, but he heard him talking to Ming Ciyue through the window.

The two were vigilant, and still talked in dialect, but these days, Ji Zheng has learned a lot of words. Although he can't speak them, he can understand them, such as "today", "water channel", "should Go", such as "wait a minute", "at night and early in the morning", and... "Xiao Man".

Ji Zheng suddenly connected why the stagnant water on Qingming day could go down the next day.Ming Ciyue went south on the official boat, along the waterway he newly built, not to meet him, let alone to go back and forth to worship, he just came to supervise and supervise the work, as a routine.

Now that the waterway has been repaired and the stagnant water has gone down, Ming Ciyue is about to leave.

Ji Zheng suddenly realized that this cloud really had to leave one day.

As soon as the night passed, the rain came on time again, umbrellas floated over, and people came close.

Ji Zheng thought that Ming Ci would let him know at some point, but what he was waiting for was the sound of gradually steady and relaxed breathing——Ming Ci was always by his side, and he could always fall asleep quickly.

Guarding the warmth by his side, Ji Zheng lost sleep completely. His eyes were wide open, and he stared blankly at the sound of the second boot falling to the ground in the story about throwing boots.

He was still afraid, afraid that if he closed his eyes and opened them again, the rain would stop and the yard would be completely empty again.

He sleeps on the couch, leaning against the wall, Mingci Yue sleeps outside the couch, facing the door.

After hesitating for a while, Ji Zheng quietly raised one side of his body and rolled over Ming Ciyue's body.Due to the limitation of the umbrella, Ji Zheng could only climb very low, brushing his body and passing away from the sky, and even paused on the way.

The person next to the pillow ran away, and it was impossible for him not to notice Yiming Ciyue's sensory abilities in martial arts.

However, Ming Ciyue still didn't move, he didn't open his eyes suddenly as he thought, he tore off the cloth belt, his deep pupils were like obsidian, stared at him firmly in the night, grabbed him and pressed him down In the bed, she leaned against his neck and asked him in a hoarse voice where he was going, why didn't he tell him, why did he leave him.

No.

From the moment Ming Ci Yue let him go, Ji Zheng suddenly began to believe that he was really blind, his internal energy dissipated, and his five senses faded.

It turns out that the protagonist in the book will also have a day of weakness and strangers.

He touched the tip of his nose, stood by the bed and drenched in the rain for a while, silently watching Ming Ciyue lying flat on the bed, and suddenly rushed out of the room quickly.

At this time, Yuan Ming was still squatting on the roof to make artificial rain. He took a small wooden barrel with countless holes in the bottom, and soaked light rain into the house little by little.

"Okay, don't get off."

Yuan Ming was startled suddenly, his hands trembled.

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