Farmer’s Little Girl

   Chapter 784 Guess

  Man Bao and the others ran to the Qianji restaurant to meet the Xiao Qians and the others, where the people in the village basically met.

   said it was to play until the end, but before this time, the people are almost scattered, and they naturally follow.

  Wait for everyone, and everyone will go on the road together.

  Man Bao saw three children in the crowd who had fallen asleep, and speaking of it, they had to call her grandma.

So they beckoned them to put the children in the car. Bai Shan and Bai Erlang had long been greedy for them to walk together in a lively manner. Man Bao waved and called people. They immediately jumped out of the carriage, saying, "Let them Let's take the car, let's walk."

  Daji glanced at the three children who were stuffed into the car, and said: "Master, they are not too heavy, they can sit."

   "No, you don't feel bad for the horse, but I feel bad for it. You drove the car ahead and we walked behind with the lantern."

  Bai Jiro had mentioned one of his favorite lanterns earlier, and distributed the other lanterns in the car to the villagers, excitedly said: "Yeah, yeah, let's go back by ourselves, the horse is tired."

  Good luck:...

  Daji could only drive the car ahead, and the three of them held lanterns and walked with the big head together, talking excitedly about the excitement they saw tonight, the things they bought, and the things they played.

  Daji didn't let the carriage go very fast, so he kept it not far in front of them, listening to the lively voices coming from behind, he lowered his eyes and fell into contemplation.

  After half a journey, the three of them were finally too tired to walk. They ran to catch up with the car, and honestly climbed into the car and sat down.

  The younger Sitou and Sanya were also carried into the car.

  Sitting in the swaying car, several people couldn't help but yawn, their eyelids heavy.

  Daji didn't dare to let them all fall asleep, and said: "Master, now is the time when the cold is the heaviest, do you want to sing to get rid of the cold?"

  Bai Shan asked with misty eyes: "Can singing also relieve the cold?"

  He looked at Man Bao, and Man Bao yawned and nodded: "It's okay in principle."

  Bai Shan lazily asked, "What song should you sing? "No Clothes"?"

  Sanya asked, "What song is Wuyi?"

  "Have you not learned the poems in the Book of Songs?" Man Bao asked.

  Sanya shook her head, "I'm still learning "Thousand Characters"."

   Baijiro disgusted, "It's really slow."

  Man Bao looked at him and said, "You have been studying for two years, and you are still ashamed of others?"

  Bai Erlang was unhappy when she revealed her old bottom, so he pulled his four heads and said: "Go, let's sing Wuyi."

   So they heard their howling on the road, mainly from Bai Erlang, "Qi Yue Wuyi, go with the same robe..."

  The little Qian, who was walking and talking behind him, was taken aback. After listening for a while, he heard that they seemed to be singing, and said, "What are you singing? It's really scary at night."

  Man Bao and Bai Shan also sang, after singing Wuyi, sing Jian Jia, then sing Zhongnan and Chenfeng, anyway, they sang Qin Feng all over, and then they returned to the village.

  The parents of the three children caught up from behind, picked up their sleeping son from the car, and left after thanking Bai Shan and others repeatedly.

  Man Bao also jumped out of the carriage, waved goodbye to Baishan Baijilang Daji, and then went home happily.

  Daji sent his Master and Master Tang home.

  The people in the village went to bed early, and the Bai family naturally fell asleep. Bai Shan did not go to see his grandmother and mother, but went straight back to his house, let his servants use hot water to wash, and then fell asleep.

  Daji waited for his light to go out before heading to the main courtyard.

  The old lady was getting older, and she woke up as soon as she felt a little bit of movement. At this time, the lights in her yard were also on. Da Ji stood outside the yard for a while, and Liu Momo led him in.

  The old lady put on her clothes and sat on the floppy table drinking water. When she saw him coming in, she asked, "What's the matter?"

  Otherwise he would not come here.

  Daji knelt down and said that County Majesty Yang had been locked out of Man Bao’s long life.

  The old lady was slightly startled, and asked: "Is there anything wrong with her longevity lock?"

   "Little I don't know, I heard that her parents left her."

  The old lady frowned and thought, "Unfortunately, Zhou's family never mentions Zhou Yin's wife. We only know her surname, and we can't find out her origin, otherwise we can know more."

   "Where is the magistrate Yang..."

  The old lady smiled and said: "Don't worry, County Order Yang is young and came late. No one will mention Man Bao's life experience. He can't find out anything."

   "Moreover, even if you find out, you don't have to be afraid," the old lady said: "Yang, no matter what, I won't stand on the side of King Yizhou."

Daji breathed a sigh of relief, got up to salute, and retired respectfully.

At this time, the people in the city who were enjoying the lanterns were finally sent away, a prisoner who abducted children was caught, and a large-scale brawl caused by drunken nonsense was dealt with. The county magistrate Yang put down all the official documents, and finally it was possible. Take a breath.

   County magistrate Yang leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest, and the little servant who was waiting for him came in gently, helping him loosen his hair and press his head.

   County magistrate Yang felt that his mind was not so stiff, remembering something, waved his hand to make him step back, and spread out a piece of rice paper.

  Xiao Si knew at first sight that he was going to paint, and quickly helped with ink research.

  Half an hour later, a longevity lock leaped on the paper, and the young man looked and praised: "Master, you painted so beautifully."

   County magistrate Yang put down his pen with a smile, and asked, "Good-looking?"

   "Where is the beauty?"

  "This auspicious cloud pattern is exquisitely designed. I look like a word, but it doesn't look like it. Anyway, this moire pattern is beautiful, but ordinary silversmiths are afraid that they can't make it. Do you want to use a long-life lock?"

"This is indeed a word. This auspicious cloud pattern is both auspicious cloud and a character. It is a longevity character, and the auspicious cloud pattern on both sides is still a longevity word in different fonts," Yang County Order said: "I recognize such a longevity lock, I remember five When the prince was first born, his father turned over the birthday post in his family and drew the word birthday moiré."

Yang Heshu's memory has always been good. He remembers it very clearly. He was there when his father was painting, so he wrote it down, "The silversmiths in the capital couldn't make the auspicious cloud pattern with the word birthday, and finally I heard that he was making a lot of money outside the capital. A well-known silversmith was hired."

The county magistrate Yang thought thoughtfully: "Even if the auspicious cloud pattern of the word for life was spread out later, there are not many silversmiths who can do such a good job. I took a closer look. The longevity lock on her body is almost the same as that of the fifth prince. The poor peasants of the Zhou family have only had a better life in the past few years. How did you get such a long life lock twelve years ago?"

  This requires not only money, but also contacts.

  Xiao Si "Huh?" He said, his face was confused.

   County magistrate Yang glanced at him, and when the longevity locks on the paper were all dried, he put them away and asked, "You said, would Zhou Man not be Zhou's child?"

"Miss Man?" Xiao Si frowned for a moment and hesitated: "No, I see Miss Man and Chu Lang look alike. Those eyes are the same as those carved out of a mold, except for the eyes. The nose is also a bit like, they are all very tall, if they weren't his own, wouldn't Chu Lang pick it up too?"

  　 This chapter adds some content to make it more reasonable. Readers who look back should not quarrel.

  (End of this chapter)