Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator Chapter 54: : Northland
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Looking at Zou's increasingly drowsy back in the past few days, Mrs. He gently tapped her fingers on the little table, and rethought what she intended to suppress in her mind.
A few days ago, Mrs. Jing Anbo and the old lady Jun asked Dalang's room to add people.
In fact, she has been looking forward to Sun Pan for too long. She gave Dalang daughter-in-law ten years, but still no news.
After Zhangzhou, all the way north, the waterway passed Yinzhou, and then changed to Mabei. After half a month of wind and dust, I finally rushed to Liangzhou, the northern border of the Dawu Dynasty.
Looking at the endless northern grassland in the memory of previous lives, He Changyu's heart suddenly felt mixed.
Laiyue hit the young master and asked, "Master, are we going straight into the city?"
He Changji shook his head and pointed in one direction.
Laiyue turned his gaze, only to see a few scattered tents on the grassland beyond sight.
He swallowed a spit, but he didn't speak again.
Through this journey, Master San's temper is getting worse and worse, and his face is somber all day long. Don't mess with me.
The more and more subconsciously I took a deep breath, but the expression on my face was distorted the next moment, and I glanced down at my gray placket. Now I ca n’t wait to throw myself into Weishui. It ’s really smelly. Can't smell it. He didn't expect that the three young masters who always loved Jie could run around without standing to clean up the stains.
It's midsummer. Since they left Luzhou, they haven't taken care of themselves seriously, and the farther north, there are very few lotus ponds and lakes along the way. Because they are in a hurry to rush away, they can sleep in the wind and sleep in the ordinary. Things have become extravagant.
Now I'm in this wild place in the north, all eyes are grassland, not even a few tents, let alone a restful inn restaurant.
Thinking of this, Laiyue sneaked a glance at the three young masters around him. The gray fitted riding suit was stained with dust, there were several places and even a few holes were scratched. The black hair bundled in my head was a bit messy. On the surface, because I haven't taken care of it for a few days, hard black stubble has grown on the chin. The wind has been blowing in the sun for less than half a month. The three young masters are much darker and thinner than before.
Lai Yue secretly twitched his lips. If the young master was passing by on the streets of Shengjing City like this, it is estimated that few people would regard the rough man in front of him as the jade Hejiayu Sanlang who looked like a crown in the past.
The master and servant quickly came to the scattered tent.
At this time, a fat woman came out of the tent holding a jar of butter tea, and saw two strangers. She looked curiously, and said, "Don't do it!"
Laiyue stared at a woman not far away. Although she thought about the harsh environment in the north, she never thought that the language would be inaccessible ...
The woman spoke to them for a long time, but the word came more and harder and didn't understand it.
He looked helplessly at his master.
Where did He Changji turn over and dismount, and walked to the woman in three or two steps, he pursed his lips slightly, and then a section of "Holidays" came out more and more incomprehensible, and after finishing speaking, He Changji went back from his waist purse. Take out a seal and show it to the woman.
The woman took a seal and distinguished it from the light, and suddenly she danced happily. After returning the seal to He Changyu, she gave him a bow and respectfully, so she reached out and pulled He Changyu into the tent.
Laiyue was dumbfounded to stand aside. He couldn't figure out when the young master would speak brutal language, and looking at the posture, it was not a general mastery.
He stood stupidly holding the horse because he was surprised that his feet couldn't move. In the end, He Changyu turned his head and drank him, and then he returned to God.
From time to time, another half-old boy got out of the tent. He who smiled had to take the reins of their horses in his hands. He Changyi glanced at them and saw that he couldn't move. Then he reminded: "Give him the horse. He takes care of us. "
Laiyue here handed the horse to the dark boy who especially liked to laugh.
Laiyue walked to his master in three or two steps, scratching his head a little helplessly: "Master, the young is a little bit shy."
He Saburo glared at him often, "Hey, just follow me."
Laiyue nodded quickly, but couldn't help but whispered, "Master, when did you learn this northern language, and you don't know anything about it?"
He Sanlang looked scornfully, "It's normal in your mind. I just want to eat all day!"
Lai Yue can be aggrieved and dare not ask again.
He did n’t eat the teriyaki pork rice bowl specially made by Grandma. The teriyaki meat was left over by Grandma and Grandma, so he was buried by the Third Master all the way. He really died unjustly. Alright!
But when I think of the braised pork, I can't help drooling, thick sauce, fat but not greasy pieces of meat, a bite, and fragrant teeth and cheeks, which is the best he has eaten The meat!
If you can come to a bowl and buckle a bowl of braised pork on white fat rice, he will definitely be able to eat three bowls of rice, no, a bowl of rice!
Recalling the wind meals and sleeps along the way, I feel more and more stingy than before.
He Saburo has a momentary nagging, brute language? The reason why he is so familiar is because he was exiled to the north in the previous life, and spent three years with the barbarians at the lowest level, exhausting the suffering of the world. How could this most ordinary language not be!
Remembering the darkest time, He Changyu couldn't help but clenched his fists hidden in his cuffs.
However, God treats him well, giving him a chance to return!
Into the tent, a short but burly barbarian greeted him, put his right hand at the heart, bowed respectfully to He Changyu.
He Changxu nodded, and walked straight towards the low table in the tent. After the barbarous man sat down with him, after a while, the woman who had entered the tent brought two crockery in .
The barbarian man made a gesture of the Han family, and He Changzheng was not polite, so he took the stoneware bowl in front of him and filled himself with a full bowl. He took a bite and looked at the Yuelai who was kneeling behind him. , Signaled that he also eat now.
In order to rush to Liangzhou as soon as possible, already I have n’t eaten for a day, and now I ’m hungry. The master and servant looked after each other along the way. Young Master Shelves, two people eat at the same table.
Laiyue didn't quit, and learned the appearance of He Changzheng, and gave himself a bowl. Xu was too hungry. He took a bowl and took a big sip.
But the food in the bowl just poured into his mouth, and an ordinary face turned into an extremely distorted one. He glanced secretly at his master, and saw He Chang's face swallowing the food in the bowl without changing his color. This forced me to swallow what was in my mouth.
Looking down at the black batter in the bowl, I did n’t have the courage to take a second bite.
What the **** does this make it harder to swallow than the steamed buns they eat on the road? Do these barbarians eat these every day?
For a while, already took a bowl of elegant Kasaburo who ate into his stomach and glanced at his frequent followers, "After eating, there is no other food here, otherwise you will be hungry."
Laiyuejian emptied the bowl, and swallowed a bowl with two tears in his mouth, so he didn't dare chew it at all.
This is the green fruit porridge unique to the northern border. It tastes really bad, but it is the main source of food for the barbarian here. In previous lives, it was such a difficult to swallow green fruit porridge. He could only eat it once a month. The barbara's mother pity him and bring it to herself secretly every month.
Re-taste this taste, He Changzheng thought he would miss it, and even liked it, but he didn't, staring at the heat in the clay pot in front of him, there was a momentary slap in front of his eyes, as if it was on the table in front of him It's not green fruit porridge, but hot scallion cakes and copying hands.
Also sitting at the table is the little woman who bows down and eats. From time to time, he glances at him angrily, and his eyes seem to say that he is a rice bucket and snatches her carefully prepared food.
The taste of delicious shoushou and crispy onion cake seems to gradually cover the taste of green fruit porridge, allowing the rough green fruit porridge to be gradually faded in his memory.
He Sanlang suddenly squeezed his palm, and Mo Yu's eyes froze instantly.
Damn, he seemed to be in a spell and remembered that poisonous woman again!
Recall the tragic situation of my previous life again, reminding myself that all his tragedies were caused by that woman, slightly closing his eyes, and when he opened it again, his eyes were restored to their original clarity.
Lai Yuemen puts down the bowl with dishes, and looks at his master poorly.
The savage man seemed to think that the younger brother who was sitting opposite him had a ridiculous expression. He laughed two times, let the woman put away the table, and gave the three of them northern milk.
Laiyue paid attention this time and took a small sip of the milk wine in front of him. Although it was not as good as Sheng Jingcheng's rough rice wine, it was much better than the green fruit porridge.
The barbarian man looked at Lai Yue with a smile, and turned to speak to He Changyu again.
Laiyue couldn't understand it. When I saw half the words of the barbarous man, he took out a large sachet from his arms and gave it to the young master.
He Saburo opened the sachet, first took out two letters from it, and then glanced at the rest of the sachet, and then stuffed the sachet into the bag he was wearing.
Looking at the seal on the back of the envelope, his face became serious.
These two letters were sent by King Jin's way.
He Changyu first opened Jin Wang's letter and looked around. He couldn't see the slightest mood swing on his face, and then ripped another one.
The handwriting of this letter is not as chic as the first one, but rather the handwriting of Correct Zhongyan.
Five sheets of paper, densely packed with small capitals, reported to him what he did when he left Jing'anbo's Mansion for half a month.
He Sanlang looked cold when he looked at his face, but at the same time there was a hint of doubt in others' eyes.
He Changyu continued to look down. When he saw some of them, he couldn't help twitching twice.