The farm life of the group pet Xiaoqi

Chapter 271 271. Rainy Night
"Grandpa, granddaughter is going to the study with dad, you can't take off the braid secretly, grandpa, you look so handsome, remember not to take it off."

As soon as he said that, Xiao Qi was dragged away by his father. If he didn't leave Lu Zhongshou, he might not be able to help but laugh out loud.

Xiao Qi was so naughty, he even repeated it before leaving, but Lu Zhongshou saw the rich expression on his father's face.

He couldn't help but mingled with helplessness, and then he wanted to untie it immediately, but because of Xiao Qi's words, he stopped moving forward, and many emotions were mixed together, which made Dad's already scary face even more distorted.

It's still my daughter's way to make her grandfather have so many rich expressions, and live younger and younger.

Seeing the father and daughter leaving, Wen Gu hurriedly bid farewell to Grandpa Lu and followed. While walking, the voices of the father and daughter in front of him could be faintly heard.

"Father, you checked yesterday's calligraphy, but you didn't find any..." The little girl's delicate voice filled Wen Gu's ears, and it was very comfortable like a breeze.

There was a hint of a smile in his twinkling eyes, and the Lu family was full of freedom, casualness and warmth, which Wen Gu liked very much.

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"Da da da da... squeak, squeak..." The sound of the carriage running along the official road kept ringing.

Qiu Jing drove the carriage very fast. After several days of non-stop driving, he had already left Jiangyin Prefecture, Fucheng, just passed Daliang Prefecture, and arrived at Beihuai Prefecture in less than a day.

Qiu Jing ran fast in his carriage, looking at the overcast sky, he knew in his heart that the rain would not last long.

It's almost dusk now, and the official road can't be seen at a glance. It seems that today it will be impossible to reach a place where there are people.

He couldn't run anymore and had to find a place to shelter from the rain. The horse was already very tired. After running for six or seven hours in a row, if he hadn't fed him well, the horse would have been useless long ago.

Qiu Jing gradually slowed down the speed of the carriage, and looked around, except for the trees and scattered birds flying by around the official road, he didn't see a single living thing.

It is so difficult to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain in such a place where there is no place in front of the village and no shop behind.

Qiu Jing's requirements were very low, thinking that even a small shack would be good, at least it would give the black horse a place to shelter from the rain.

After another half an hour or so of driving, it was drizzling in the sky. Qiu Jing was wearing a bamboo hat and had already put on a coir raincoat, observing diligently in the drizzle.

The sky has gradually turned dark. If you can't find a place to shelter from the rain at this time, it will be even more difficult to find after dark.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and the rain was getting heavier, just when Qiu Jingdu was about to give up and look away, he seemed to see something vaguely.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he finally found a place that looked like a grass shed tens of meters below the official road, and it was too dark for him to see it clearly.

It was looming under the cover of trees, if it wasn't for his excellent eyesight, he might not have been able to spot it.

Qiu Jing was overjoyed, pulled the rein in his hand and turned the horse's head, and the carriage drove towards the target he found under the official road, no matter if there was a shelter from the rain or not, he had to check it out to confirm it.

As the target got closer, Qiu Jing became happy. This is really a thatched hut, and it's not a small one.

The moment Qiu Jing drove the carriage into the thatched shed, the rain became heavier and louder.
Rao Qiu Jing, who has always been calm, couldn't help but thank this hut. With such a heavy rain, his horse would definitely not be able to bear it if he got wet all the way, and it would definitely affect his next journey.

Qiu Jing could vaguely see that the thatched hut was built very large, enough to accommodate two or three carriages, and the surroundings were all ventilated, supported by many wooden pillars, and it still looked very strong for the time being.

Unless it is a storm-like heavy rain, under normal circumstances, the hut seems to be able to withstand the rain.

Qiu Jing took out a wooden basin, poured out some water and put it under the horse's mouth, and took out a lot of fodder from the cart, which contained peanuts, carrots and some not-so-fresh fruits.

These are what the horse likes to eat very much. After drinking the water, the horse ate up the forage on the ground. After eating and drinking, the horse neighed at Qiu Jing, as if greeting its owner .

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, Qiu Jing put on his coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, found a lot of dry firewood from the surrounding trees and piled them under the thatched shed.

The dry firewood was piled into a pile and soon ignited. Afraid that the burning wood would be blown out by the wind, Qiu Jing found a lot of stones and surrounded the fire.

After doing all this, he was relieved to take down the charcoal stove, iron pot and some silver charcoal from the carriage.

I threw the silver silk charcoal into the fire, but I didn't find any big stones, otherwise I would have saved a lot of work by sitting the pot directly on the fire.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Jing peeled a dozen slices of ham with a knife in the carriage, washed some vegetables and radishes, and put them in an iron pot with some rice to cook together later.

Every time he passes by a place, he will replenish some fruits and vegetables, but not much. After all, he doesn't eat in the wild all the time, and sometimes he just happens to stay overnight in the town.

But there will still be consumption on the road, some are eaten by him, and some are thrown to the horse by him because they are not fresh, anyway, it is right that there is no waste.

The silver charcoal burned quickly in the fire, and Qiu Jing used two sticks to clamp all the charcoal into the charcoal stove, broke the two sticks and threw them in together.

Immediately afterwards, he began to cook dinner, and Qiu Jing ate something when he passed through Daliangfu City before noon, and even the breakfast food was a little padded.

By this time, his stomach was really drumming, and Qiu Jing quickly put the iron pot on the charcoal stove. It didn't take long to hear the sound of gurgling in the pot, and gradually the aroma of ham came out.

The meal had already been cooked and Qiu Jing was no longer in a hurry, he just waited for the meal to be ready to eat, he moved the small stool prepared in advance from the carriage and sat not far from the charcoal stove, picked up the sword he carried with him and started Wipe it up.

Just before he wiped his sword, besides the sound of rain, he heard the faint sound of a carriage.

Apparently, the carriage also found the thatched shed here, which was used to shelter from the rain.

Qiu Jingtai sat firmly on the stool, and continued to wipe his sword with his hands stopped. Wiping the sword was already something he had to do every day. If he didn't wipe it for a day, he always felt that he had done less.

The carriage quickly stopped in the thatched shed, and the visitors looked at Qiu Jing, as if they were not surprised by his existence, after all, they found it through the light.

On the contrary, he looked at the sword in his hand a few more times, and at the same time his eyes were full of guard.

Qiu Jing casually glanced at the carriage, which was parked far away on the other side of the thatched shed. The carriage was not big, at least much smaller than his own carriage.

When the two people driving the carriage, Qiu Jing, saw clearly by the light of the fire when they drove the carriage in and passed by, the age of the two of them was no more than thirty, and their ordinary appearance could not tell whether they were good or bad. What caught Qiu Jing's attention was their defensive eyes.

The two parties have their own corners, as long as they don't make trouble for him, Qiu Jing is not going to deal with them. He is still busy with his own affairs, and he is not in the mood to meddle in his own business.

　Ask for various tickets, ask for collection, ask for subscription, ask for care. *. (ˊωˋ*)*.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)