The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1 I was woken up three times in the middle of the night
Jian Baisan washed off the sawdust and paste from his hands just before the second watch, and climbed into bed in a daze with the hunger in his stomach, and the door of the fourth watch was pushed straight open.

Someone came to her bed with ease, shook her, and called, "Sister."

"Sister, wake up, Miss Liu is making trouble again."

Jian Baisan was woken up in the middle of the night, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a small expressionless face, only her eyes were reflected pale white by the moonlight from the window lattice, and the shadow was stretched out. All the money was devoted to Jian Baisan—the kind of treatment that is usually given to the sinful scholars in the book he listened to.She woke up completely in an instant, and slapped the little head in front of her: "Jian Er, you are a ghost!"

This time there was obviously no pain.Jian Er repeated again: "That Ms. Liu is kneeling in front of my father's door right now, sister, can you persuade her to leave?"

"Why don't you call me Dad?"

The younger sister still had that calm demeanor, with a stern face, but it seemed a little owed to call Jian Baisan: "I called him, but I can't wake him up."

Jian Baisan said angrily, "Is the old man dead?"

"No," replied the sister firmly, "he's still snoring."

Jian Baisan had no choice but to get up rubbing his temples, and ran to the gate of his father's yard.Rhubarb, the poor old dog who slept in her room, followed her in a daze without saying a word, and didn't even bark along the way, which made people feel distressed.

Before I got there, I heard a woman's faint cry and regular loud snoring at the door.The moment she saw Ms. Liu, the younger sister behind her reached out and grabbed Jian Baisan's hem like a conditioned reflex.

Jian Baisan looked back at Jian Er, and secretly smiled inwardly, but still took her hand.

Ms. Liu has disheveled hair and is dressed in white. Compared with Jian Er's ghost appearance just now, she looks at least 300 years older.Seeing the two of them, her eyes lit up in the crevice of her hair, and immediately burst into a loud howl: "Please, young master, I'm going down the mountain, you have to decide for me—"

Rhubarb suddenly yelled at her twice in a low voice, and Jian Baisan could tell that it mainly thought Miss Liu was noisy.

Jian Baisan helped her up as if going through a procedure, comforted her as if going through a procedure, and then told her in detail the progress of the manufacturing of the carriage wheel, and finally said to her: "Miss Liu, you are not captured by us, You lost your way and walked up here, think about it, we really have no reason to detain you here and not let you go."

This sentence had the opposite effect. Ms. Liu cried emotionally: "But I am a big girl with yellow flowers. I am in this mountain, and your people are fierce and swaying around every day. Who knows, who knows you?" Do you want to lock me up forever, do I never get to go away!"

"Really not." Jian Baisan was the first and the second eldest, "Our village doesn't do things like robbing girls. It just happened that my mother was out of the house, and the carriage wheel happened to be broken..."

"Where is such a coincidence!" Miss Liu said.

Having no other choice, Jian Baisan had no choice but to pick up the rhubarb and stuff it to his younger sister, and then took Miss Liu to the door of her room, looked at and touched the almost finished wheel, and then she was willing to go back to sleep.

Jian Baisan lay down again, and around five o'clock, her paper window was knocked again.

There was an old man's voice outside the window: "Young master, open the door."

People who have been woken up once in the middle of the night will not always fall asleep so peacefully.This time Jian Baisan woke up very quickly, she glanced out of the window, and there was still a dim moonlight outside: "Old man, please do me a favor, did you vomit again tonight?"

The door was opened, and there was a stooped old man standing at the door.He is different from Miss Liu who was left by servants halfway, stumbled all the way to Huxiao Mountain, and stayed here for half a month by accident; he was picked up by Jian Baisan, her father, Jian Dahu and her brothers on the way back. Yes, when I picked it up, I was lying on the ground, disheveled.

Someone in the team felt a little sympathetic, and remembered his old father who died only last year. It has been more than a week since the caller took him back to the village.

The old man's surname was Xiong, and he didn't say where he came from, or where he was going, and he just begged for nothing and lived in the village every day.

Said it was rice, but in fact there was nothing good about it.

This year's Dayan Dynasty is not good, locusts have crossed the border, and the rain is scarce. More than half of the grain grown in the village has not survived. In the nearest town, the grain is sold for ten cents a catty. The young and strong men and women in the entire village are trying their best. They tried their best to get money and food to support the people in the village, but with little effect. The more than 100 people could only save money by wearing their belts, and simply ate all the grass roots and leaves that could be eaten.Jian Baisan's mother really had no choice but to take people out to do the dangerous job of robbing the rich and powerful.

The old man Xiong ate together with them every day, weed grass soup and miscellaneous grain rice without any greasy smell, and he had no complaints; it was possible that his stomach was not good, and he always vomited after eating. Last time, Jian Baisan gave him a handful of tangerine peel to stop vomiting , I reckoned to ask her to come again tonight.

Sure enough, Old Man Xiong said, "Can you give me another handful of tangerine peel?"

In a daze, Jian Baisan turned around and went to the drawer to get the tangerine peel for him, but didn't notice that the shadow under the old man's feet moved for a moment like boiling water, and then fell silent again.

A little thing quickly crawled under her bed.

The old man took Chen Pi with a very apologetic attitude: "Girl Jian, I'm disturbing you to sleep again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, but you don't come at this time next time, old man," Jian Baisan said straightforwardly.

She walked back and forth in the house twice, and she was considered sober. She glanced at Old Man Xiong's face, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell.

The old man Xiong gently closed the door for her and left.

When Jian Baisan lay down again, his brain and stomach were aching.She didn't eat much, and she was called up twice in one night, which was really unlucky-and when it was almost dawn, she was called up again.

The door was slammed twice with a "dong dong", as if the door was about to be smashed, and then there was a joyful shout from outside: "Bai San! Girl! Your mother is back, take me with you!" Bring food to the foot of the mountain!"

Jian Baisan sat up vigorously, picked the mosquito bag on his hand that looked like he had just been bitten out, and sighed fiercely, mixed with joy and irritability of physical discomfort.

But half an hour later, when she and Jian Er were hugged tightly by the woman and their heads were patted, the irritability and discomfort of not sleeping at 01:30 were completely dispelled.Even Rhubarb's chin was scratched by Mother.

She rubbed against her mother's arms, which still smelled of dust, then turned to look at her younger sister, and found that although her younger sister had a straight face and one hand was still clutching the sage book she read in the morning, The other hand was grabbing the mother's clothes and secretly wiping tears.

Surrounded by people from the village, they cheered loudly when they saw the bags of grain hoisted up the mountain tremblingly by the slings; the villagers who had just returned were chatting with their parents, children, husbands or wives, From a distance, Uncle Li could be heard bragging to his wife: "My lady, you don't even know, this time I saw a big bodyguard, dressed in very crisp black clothes, the rain won't seep through them, that gun The knife is as bright as——as white as the moon. It looks like a good sword. Maybe it was made by a fairy in the upper realm. Just such a character, do you know, I knocked him off the horse with a few tricks Come?"

Lady Du shook her head, her eyes sparkling.

"Three—three strokes!" The man made gestures like this and that with his bare hands in the air, as if he had returned to that triumphant moonlit night, "Three strokes! I'll kill him!"

Lady Du was not considered young anymore, but her face was still flushed with excitement like a little cardamom girl, and she took her husband's hand and left.

Jian Baisan felt light and happy.My younger sister loves to read, and when she finishes her reading, she will be able to go to the imperial court to be a female official and stand out.I have no culture, but I have some strength. I can catch up with my mother when I am only 13 years old. It is also good to continue to be the village owner when my parents are old.

Father interrupted her fantasy: "Come on, tell them to slaughter a few chickens at noon, and we will have something good for lunch!"

Jian Baisan's short trousers were bitten and dragged forward by Rhubarb, so she had to be the first to follow closely.This guy knows he wants to eat——

Thinking of eating, she suddenly thought of the old man Xiong who came to ask for tangerine peel last night. At that time, she always seemed to feel that something was wrong. Why did she feel that something was wrong?
... "That knife is as white as the moon", Uncle Li's words rolled through her heart like thunder, and she suddenly figured it out, the moon, the moonlight, the shadow——

He stood in front of her window and knocked on the window last night, why was there no shadow?If this is because the moonlight has shifted, then why, why——

When he was talking to her at the door, his face was as white as a picture, without any shadow?

Cold sweat, like a waterfall, wet her skirt in an instant.

(End of this chapter)