Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

"Senior, I'm the only one."

Wen Yu found that the cultivation in his body was becoming more and more sluggish.

"What's your name?"

"Wen Yu."

"Wen Yu? Are you the child that Li Shimin and the others took away?" The farmer turned the handle of the hoe and put it on his shoulder again, motioning for Wen Yu to follow.

Wen Yu nodded, he had already heard about his life experience from Zhao Wujiang.

"Living is worse than raising. There is nothing wrong with calling you Wen Yu, but you must remember that the blood flowing in your body is surnamed Zhao."

The farmer's voice was low.

Wen Yu followed a few steps behind, even though he was in his hometown, he was still vigilant, he would never forget what Zhao Wujiang told him to be careful.

"Senior's last name?"

The farmer turned his head, eyes full of vicissitudes:
"What senior? I, Zhao Shou, am your uncle!"

Wen Yu followed Zhao Shou, step by step, and passed through the barrier that he couldn't pass through these days, and he was extremely puzzled.

Zhao Shou seemed to see his doubts, and said slowly:

"You child, you lack eyesight, and you don't know how to go to the fields to help me dig the soil these days.
Otherwise you would have come out."

"Just a few fields, you can do it in a day." Wen Yu muttered softly.

"That depends on what to plant!" Zhao Shou's voice was low, and they didn't follow the path up and down the mountain when the warm rain came, but walked towards the forest.

Wen Yu was puzzled: "What did the former uncle plant?"

Zhao Shou didn't look back:

"people!"

Wen Yu froze in place for a moment, feeling a chill down her spine.

"Since you stop here, don't go to your birth mother's tomb, and worship here first."

Zhao Shou put down the moon hoe, leaned on the handle of the hoe, and raised his chin to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu looked sideways, and there was a flat ground not far away, and there were three gravestones standing on the flat ground.

The tomb on the far left is made of piled stones and clods of earth, with some pale yellow mud arched on it. On the tomb are five crooked and mottled black characters "Tomb of Zhao Changyuan".

The grave on the far right has a stele, a bluestone stele.

The six words "Tomb of Beloved Wife Yao Yao" are deeply embedded in the stele, more than three points into the stone, which shows that the person who carved the stele had great affection.

The grave in the middle is the shortest, and it is made of loess, with a wooden sign on it. There are only three words "Zhao Xiaoxi" on the wooden sign.

The sky shines through the branches, casting mottled light and shadows, and Wen Yu walks towards the three graves with heavy steps.

Is this brother's family? . He tossed the hem of his clothes lightly and fell to his knees.

"For him, kneel down to his parents and sisters." Zhao Shou's eyes were slightly red, staring at Zhao Changyuan's grave, "The child has been away from home for so long, and I don't know how to come back to see it."

"I'm tired of everything." Wen Yu took out his portable torch and lit the unburned incense in front of the grave.

"I know" Zhao Shou's past events came to mind, he let out a long sigh, put down the moon hoe in his hand, and walked towards Zhao Changyuan's grave:
"How can he be smooth now? When he walked out of Zhaojia Village, everything was doomed."

Wen Yu kowtowed three times, his forehead was stained with dirt, he raised his head in doubt, what is destined?

Zhao Shou knelt down on one knee, then hummed softly, as if enduring the pain, he lowered his other leg and knelt down on both knees.

He took out a palm-sized object wrapped in black cloth from his arms, and slowly placed it in front of Zhao Changyuan's grave. The sky and the earth were bright and bright for a moment, and the surrounding vegetation grew visible to the naked eye, swaying non-stop.

Wen Yu's eyes widened, Zhao Shouze stared at the crooked Zhao Changyuan, his voice trembling slightly:

"Brother Changyuan, there are children who left home and returned, but little Zhao didn't.

He must have encountered some difficulties.

Li Chunjun from Lingnan is almost unable to guard the tomb.
How things are changing in the world, brother Changyuan, you can give my brother a guide, and give the children a favor."

Surrounded by lush vegetation and rustling sounds, it seems to be whispering, the sky is dark, dark clouds are piled up, and it seems to be raining.

Zhao Shou knocked his head heavily on Zhao Changyuan's grave.

After a long time, he slowly got up and his voice became low again:
"My brother knows."

He picked up the things wrapped in black cloth in front of the tomb, and handed them to Wen Yu:

"You bring this thing to little Ah Zhao!"

Wen Yu understood that Zhao Shou was referring to the little Ah Zhao as Zhao Wujiang, so he nodded slowly and took what was handed to him.

"boom!"

He only felt that his hand was as heavy as the whole world, and he couldn't hold it up at all. The object wrapped in black cloth pressed his hand down, as if he wanted to get close to the ground, and his body was staggered down together.

Wen Yu wanted to pull out his hand, but it was pressed and he couldn't move at all. The thing wrapped in black cloth was not heavy at all when it was close to the ground, but no matter how hard he tried, it didn't move at all.

"Uncle." He looked at Zhao Shou who was standing.

Zhao Shou stepped forward to pick up the black cloth, put him back into his arms, shook his head and sighed:

"You lack earth energy, you can't take him away, dig the soil with me for a few days, and I will teach you how to grow people!"

Wen Yu was surprised, he stood up, patted the dust off his body, and asked:

"Uncle, what is Earth Qi?"

Zhao Shou turned around, walked a few steps, picked up the moon hoe, and put it on his shoulder again:
"A land of immortals on land."

How could I have this? Wen Yu complained.

There was a thunder in the sky, and a silver-white arc flashed across the dark sky, shining like day.

The rain began to fall towards the ground.

"Snapped."

A drop of rain hit the tip of Zhao Wujiang's nose, it was icy cold, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and looked up at the sky.

"Clap clap clap."

Immediately afterwards, the rain hit his chiseled cheeks one after another, and the biting cold penetrated into his marrow, as if freezing the worries in his body.

He gasped for breath, surrounded by rain.

Wang Xi and others beside him stopped their horses one after another to find out the rain gear they had already prepared.

"Boundless." Wang Xi's hair was wet by the rain, sticking it to her chest and back of her head, giving people a kind of pity beauty in the rain curtain, and she handed out the rain gear.

Zhao Wujiang grinned, the rain wet his robe, this was the happiest he had smiled in the past few days.

Panting heavily, he relaxed under the rain curtain of the sky, shook his head, and rejected the rain gear.

"Little rain is like crisp." He whispered softly.

Wang Xi frowned, and looked at Zhao Wujiang worriedly.

Wang Tengfei put on the rain gear and the raincoat and bamboo hat, like a traveler in the rivers and lakes. He heard Zhao Wujiang's contagious laughter. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help laughing:

"This is not light rain, this is heavy rain, like heavy rain."

Seeing this, Wang Xi couldn't help laughing. It was bright and sunny. She felt that the two of them were chattering away, but at this moment, the atmosphere was no longer calm, especially Zhao Wujiang's laugh in the rain. It's all pity.

Wang Yuan was wearing a coir raincoat, and he was walking behind with Li Xuanji and others. At this moment, the horse stamped his feet, snorting awake in the rain.

He recalled that when he was young, he had experienced too little and could not see through too many things, and was often depressed. Once it rained heavily, he staggered into the rain.

At the moment when the rain drenched his whole body, his worries seemed to be suppressed, and his heart was boiling. He didn't feel the cold at all, but only felt relaxed, carefree, and happy. Zhao Wujiang.

Wang Yuan was emotionally overwhelmed, he took off his coir raincoat and threw it fiercely, shouting:

"Rain has spirit, it can relieve worry, let this worry turn into flowing water, rushing like the sea!

Hahaha.
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cough cough"