Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 277|Gu’er worships the gods

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The fisherman called ten boats and sent them to a village on the lakeside highland before dawn.

This fishing village is unusual, the blue tiles huts are neat and beautiful.

It is rainy in the south, and it is normal to not dare to live in a house with a mud wall and thatch roof. It is just that the people are poor. Bricks and tiles are also a lot of wealth. Usually you can only see such houses in towns. The fishing village is barren and poor, and many people don’t even have land, but this is obviously not the case here.

There are already some small caravans outside the fishing village, which were also rescued by the villagers by boating. At this moment, they are busy carrying and caring for the goods and bargaining with the villagers.

Two peasant women carrying cloth-covered baskets peddled bread and buns near the caravan.

The caravan where the old seven of the coachman was just arrived, and the manager was hesitant to buy those steamed buns. The two men dressed as businessmen beside them had no such worries, so they took out the copper plate and bought steamed buns and hot water. Chew it up.

"Put all thirty copper plates in one night, bring a pot of hot water, and have no food."

"The bed and the separate room cost three hundred copper coins, ten steamed buns, and meals are not included."

Listening to the villagers’ quotation, the walking businessman immediately jumped up and argued: "It was not the price when I came last month. It was doubled. Did you agree with Peng Xianren?"

The fisherman said with disdain: "Look at what you said, this stormy and heavy rain, the people in our village were either boiling water and cleaning, or rowing out to save people. He didn't close his eyes overnight. What's wrong with the higher asking price? Except for Elixir Village, do you dare to go anywhere else when the flood occurs?"

"That is, Mipu will increase the price when it is not in March. You are only allowed to increase the price by yourself, and you are not allowed to ask for money?"

The people in the caravan were very annoyed when they heard this, but they didn't dare to curse directly because of the reputation of the village.

The old seven of the coachman doesn’t care about that much, and he yells directly: "Merchants are profiting, what about us hardworking people? Rowing to save us, we should pay for the boat, how can we find a shelter? Where the rain can sleep, you are ashamed to ask for double the money? The money for selling goods can’t get into our pockets. If the caravan manager refuses to pay, we can’t sleep in the grass?"

Everyone looked at the caravan manager where the coachman Old Seven was, and their eyes said why you are so stingy.

This caravan manager is a skinny old man with a goatee. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Hearing this, he immediately paused and said: "I work for the boss, and I go in the wind and rain. I can’t make a home all year round. The goods are not mine. , If it’s broken or missing, I have to give the owner an explanation. Now that it’s soaked in water, the money is not enough to pay for it. Where can there be hot rice and hot water to eat?"

For a while, the crowds are excited, and the village is in a hustle and bustle.

Meng Qi watched coldly for a moment, and was about to speak when he was caught by the ink carp.

I saw an old man in the distance, surrounded by villagers.

"Don't make any noise, spread out, Peng Xianren is here."

"It's Immortal Peng!"

The old man had white hair and white beard, was born with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He wore a robe that didn't look like a robe. The monk robe was not like a tawny robe. He sighed without a trace when he saw the chaos in a pot of porridge.

Beside him are a dozen powerful men with kongwu, wearing a gray and brown shorts, holding wooden sticks.

It was these martial artists who squeezed the crowd, shouting the name of Peng Xianren, and quickly calmed down here.

The coachman Old Qi withdrew quietly from the crowd, and the eyes of the old man and others fell on Meng Qi Moli.

——Even if the two of them haven't spoken, they stand out from the crowd. They noticed it at first sight, but couldn't ignore it.

"Where did the two distinguished guests come from?" The old man called Peng Xianren said with a smile.

He is very calm, and he seems to have seen more outsiders with extraordinary identities, he is not panicked, and he is not afraid.

Usually people who pretend to be ghosts in the countryside have a guilty heart, and will treat outsiders very cautiously, and wish them to leave quickly.

Mo Li didn't make a sound. Although he remembered the old things Mr. Qin had said, it was already decades ago. How could Doctor Peng become Immortal Peng back then? As a healer, Qin Lu is most impatient with those goddesses who burned amulets to turn ashes to make people drink. He hates some earthwork that cannot cure diseases. Half of Moli's insights on world affairs originate from Qin Lu. He listened to the villagers over and over again. Calling Peng Xianren, he frowned secretly.

Meng Qi patted the water on the rags (cloth), looked at Moli in a blink of an eye, and jokingly said: "Old Zhang is a discerning person, how can you not see that my friend and I encountered a storm and almost became the dragon king's door after falling in the lake? Son-in-law, fortunately, he was disgusted by the Dragon King, and only then took his life back."

Moli: "..."

Guo Shi’s mouth, a deceitful ghost.

Meng Qi smiled relaxedly. The son-in-law of King Peng Zelong couldn't do it, but the son-in-law of Qi Maoshan was very hopeful.

Peng Xianren stroked his beard upon hearing the words, and asked in deep thought: "Dare you ask if you two swim to the shore of the lake, or are you washed up by the flood to the upper part of the lake?"

"What's wrong?" Meng Qi glanced at Moli secretly as he spoke.

The ink carp nodded without a trace, indicating that there was a difference.

At the time, Mr. Qin discovered that people who walk barefoot and bare-legged on rice fields, swamps, river beaches, and lake reeds are prone to get the disease, but not in the middle of the lake and deep water.

Meng Qi said knowingly: "Don’t tell me, I’ve never been to Pengze. I didn’t know the direction in the rain. We swam for a while, and got to the shore by accident, and I don’t know where it was. ."

Peng Xianren nodded. At this moment, Wu Fu asked about the reason and came back and whispered to Peng Xianren what happened just now.

Peng Xianren raised his eyebrows and said to everyone in the caravan: "The price of the villager's own house, rice and firewood, is not easy to interfere with. The old man is not easy to interfere. Later, I will cook medicine at the village and drink a bowl to get rid of the miasma."

The two proficient businessmen asked carefully: "Peng Xianren, that medicine...how much is a bowl?"

"No money." Peng Xianren slowly said with a compassionate air: "The disaster comes from the sky, the merit is in the man. Accumulate more blessings, don't anger, don't be dry, and you can live a long life."

He said this and looked around the villagers again, half of them quietly lowered their heads.

"Spirit Medicine Village has been treating illnesses and saving people for decades. Wang'er will not be implicated in the way of hungry ghosts by the injustices of the previous life. Don't create karmic results in this life, which will affect the next life." Peng Xianren said as if to persuade and threatened. , And then he bowed his hand to Meng Qi, "The two distinguished guests laughed, the savage people are very knowledgeable, and they don’t know a lot of words, please come here."

A seventy-year-old elder handed over his invitation, even if the victor had to return a polite gift.

Because old people who live to this age are rarely squires, even poor people have to do some superficial work towards respecting the elders.

"Thanks for this, Lao Zhang will go ahead."

Meng Qi clasped a fist casually, and a villager glared at him next to him, seeming to blame him for disrespecting Peng Xianren.

The villagers who wanted to make a sound were immediately dragged by others.

It wasn't dawn before, and the caravan quarreled with the villagers, and noticed that there were not many people in Mengqi Moli. Now the sky is getting bright, and Peng Xianren took the initiative to greet them. These villagers didn't really "have never seen the world", so they chose to calm down.

Even the caravan of the old seven coachman has gotten some benefits, and the villagers who provide houses and water are willing to cut some money to let them rest.

Moli walked and looked at it. This fishing village is relatively prosperous. There are no vegetables on the open land, but herbs.

There are several jars and earthen jars in the courtyards of every household, and they are covered with black cloth.

"The distinguished guest is coming from Luling County?" Peng Xianren asked actively, walking in front of him and didn't look back.

Mo Li pressed Meng Qi's arm, and said in a deep voice, "No, it's from Kuaiji County."

Meng Qi squinted. It seems that the place near the sea does not have this strange disease?

Yangzhou is very big and very rich.

The fief of the Yichu King Ning was in Luling County, while King Wu was in Kuaiji County, both of which belonged to Yangzhou. In addition, there are more than a dozen counties in Yangzhou. In the Qi Dynasty, Chu was established. The two kings raised troops to seize the territory at the same time. They continued to fight for seven or eight years. Eventually, Yangzhou was divided into two and belonged to King Ning and Wu.

The jurisdiction of King Wu is relatively small, with only four counties in the north and east of the sea. However, the salt production alone gives him an advantage among the three vassals.

Although King Ning’s territory is large, many of them are relatively barren, mountainous and hilly. They are not as rich as King Wu, and their population is not as good as King Jing.

Different from Jingzhou's insistence on natural dangers, the blockade of the river and the Qi Dynasty did not communicate with each other. There is no natural danger in the jurisdiction of King Wu and Ning. People can't stop them, so some checkpoints are symbolically arranged. Caravans detour through roads, and you only need to hire escorts to guard against bandits. It is true that there are often children of the clan and literati and inkmen between the two places.

Peng Xianren is not surprised to hear, he just smiled and said: "Southeast Xingsheng, Sanwu City, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. The old man has been famous for a long time, listening to the two accents, the ancestor is a northerner."

"Yes, follow the king of Wu to move to Huiji." Meng Qi echoed.

It's really his Mandarin, or the old Chu accent. It is only possible to follow the feudal princes to the south, and the Mandarin spoken by people from the southern family is influenced by dialects, which is by no means like this.

As for wearing Chu clothing, practicing Chu system, and speaking Chu accent, this is what the most conservative and most cherished talents will insist on.

The three kings' own official system is in a mess, and it's completely changed. The family doesn't care who is the emperor, but only wants their own family to last forever.

So a very strange situation was formed. The princes and the upper-level bureaucrats of Yangzhou, Jingzhou, said that the Chu Dynasty was orthodox. In fact, the land tax and military strategy and political laws implemented by the Chu Dynasty had long been changed beyond recognition, and the family was clearly loyal to one. A feudal prince secretly sent his nephew to play for the other princes, making tripartite bets. If it weren't for Qi Fa's harshness and Qi Chao Jin Yiwei's troubles, they might still want to go to Jiangbei to find a way out.

There are speculators, and naturally there are also diehards who have gone to the dark, and most of them are literati.

They scolded Qi and humiliated the Lu family, indicating that they would never bow to the usurper. A few people touted different vassals and believed that they could dominate the world and restore the glory of the Chu Dynasty. More people ridiculed the three vassal kings and cherished sorrow. Funeral all day long.

I don’t eat anything. You must drink alcohol. Get together to drink. When you get drunk, you will write poems and poems.

Regardless of whether it is a scholar of Jingzhou or a scholar of Yangzhou, as long as you hold Chu and scold the government, you can quickly meet each other.

Scribes of this kind of family didn't want to stay at home, and they didn't want to be officials, so they traveled around.

Peng Xianren thinks Mengqi Moli is the same.

——At the age of forties, Chu was just about the weak crown when he died, and he was already married. It was precisely when he wanted to show off his ambition to denounce Fang Qiu, he might have passed the imperial examination of the Chu Dynasty.

Suddenly everything changed overnight, and the days became worse and worse.

The three feudal lords who originally hoped to fight Jiang and Ping rebelled against Qi are unconvinced. They will only fight for power in the south and want to do a big cause. But getting married and establishing a business is dragged down. He swallowed his breath or drifted around, gathered with friends, hugged his head and cried after getting drunk.

Peng Xianren's expression was faint, and he was completely unprepared to talk about Meng Qi's topic. After walking for a while, he stopped in front of a large blue tiled house and said solemnly: "Two of you, please come in."

"Lao Zhang, please."

Meng Qi casually polite.

Some of those martial arts followed into the house, and some directly guarded the outside.

Immediately after entering the house, someone sent two sets of clean clothes. At first glance, they looked like robes, cut from fine cloth.

"There is nothing good in the deserted villages, please forgive me, you two."

"Don't dare, I am grateful to be able to get Lao Zhang's help."

Meng Qi took a little sincere when he said this, after all, it is clothes that don't need money.

Looking at this posture, Peng Xianren doesn't seem to be planning to ask them for tea money or room money.

The two looked at each other, and involuntarily declined the servant who came up to serve, and went into the wing to change clothes.

The wormwood was lit in the wing, and several cloth bags filled with medicinal powder were hung on the windows.

"Insect-repellent herbs." Moli sniffed and said, "The rest is sober and refreshing."

They are all common recipes commonly used in the South, nothing special.

Meng Qi has put on that fine cloth robe, which is different from the one on Peng Xianren, without any embroidered patterns, and the clothes are very ordinary. Jiangnan scribes wore a lot of Taoist gowns. They were not monks, they were just saving trouble and cool, and they were able to express a careless attitude towards officialdom.

Although Meng Qi doesn't know the article in it, after a series of changes, his attitude towards clothes is clean and does not fade.

I'm going to lose my temper.

God knows how many clothes he “did not” along the way, and the cloth he bought at a high price in the shop could not be worn on his body. If he didn’t know that the witchcraft art was pure nonsense, Meng Guoshi would almost suspect someone to curse. He is gone.

But these seem to have happened after meeting the doctor, especially the better their feelings are, the faster their clothes will be thrown away, can it be said-this is God's will?