Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

   Chapter 8 The Enemy

  Second, in the bedroom of the east courtyard, there are two people sitting opposite each other at the table.

   "Look at the clothes, listen to the accent, they should be from the capital." The voice was old and slow.

"This man wears silk and satin, makes slaves call maids, and hires porters to carry a lot of salutes. It seems that he should live forever. The girl he is holding is in good spirits, but his arms and legs are weak, so he must be sick. Uncle Qiu , do you think they are seeking a doctor or a Buddha?" The voice was thick, it should be a middle-aged man.

  The old man who was called Uncle Qiu took out a fire stick and lit the oil lamp on the table. The criss-crossing stab wounds on the old man's face and the dark blue tunic on his body were reflected. The middle-aged man on the opposite side was dressed as a farmer, but the beard on his face and his stern eyes did not match his clothes.

  The oil lamp gradually turned on, and the two turned their heads to look at the bed inside the room. On it lay a young boy with a tall nose, but his face was dark blue, his eyes closed and he fell asleep. After a long while, Uncle Qiu said, "Whether they seek medical treatment or Buddha, they are all opportunities for us."

   "The subordinates sent people to keep an eye on them!"

No matter how many times    has been told, the name still cannot be changed. Uncle Qiu sighed, "Where did the subordinates come from?"

   The middle-aged man bowed his head in shame, "Yin sloppy, the last time!"

   has lasted countless times... Uncle Qiu sighed, "We are now a farmer who brought the young master to seek medical treatment. You have to put away your general spirit, or you will be seen through the face."

   Yayin bent his straight waist, his neck shrank, and grinned, "How is it?"

   Uncle Qiu stroked his forehead. Fang is a soldier who has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and now he looks like a deserter who escaped from the grass and became a bandit, which is even more eye-catching.

   still bad? Yayin was in trouble, frowning deeply in Sichuan characters, and defended, "Yu is a farmer who has been relieved and returned to the field. It is understandable that he is slightly different from ordinary farmers?"

   The problem is that you look like you, you just took off your armor. It's hard to change it now, Uncle Qiu had to change his identity, "You can change to be a bodyguard."

   Yayin's brows stretched immediately, "The **** who got rid of his armor and returned to the field?"

  …

   "Why not a dartmaster who has been darts for many years?"

   "Crow wants to disarm and return to the field."

   "...That's the **** who has been disarmed and returned to the field for three years." Uncle Qiu made a decision.

   "Yu really regrets that he didn't persuade the general to disarm and return to the fields three years ago." Ya Yin's voice was heavy.

After the old general Ren defeated Beiman, there was no worry in the northern border of Dazhou. Many brothers in the camp were disarmed and returned home. Since Ya Yin and Uncle Qiu had no hometown to return to, they followed the old general back to their hometown, under the command of General Ren Muyuan, the son of the old general. Guard the border town.

  Three years ago, the old general passed away, and Suzhou was in chaos. If he had persuaded General Mu Yuan to disarm and herd together, General Mu Yuan would not have been killed, and the major general would not have been seriously injured lying here.

   Uncle Qiu patted Yayin on the shoulder, "Don't regret the past, just focus on the present, the future will be long."

  Yes, it will be a long time coming to Japan! Yayin pumped up his energy, "Go and stare at the white-faced boy in the western courtyard who is more beautiful than a woman. This is also in the capital. If it is a border gate, he will not survive for a year..."

   Footsteps sounded outside the door, Yayin immediately shut up, shrugged his neck and folded his arms, and stepped aside honestly, pretending to be an innocent bandit. Uncle Qiu's eyelids jumped, and he said silently with his mouth, "Guardian!"

   Ya Yin's waist was straight and a little higher, and he stood beside the Major General's bed with his arms folded, acting as the bodyguard's escort.

   The knock on the door was short and long, and it was my own. Uncle Qiu opened the door, and someone whispered, "The man from the west courtyard went to the backyard."

  The backyard is the residence of the monks of Zangyun Temple. Uncle Qiu looked back and signaled Yayin to take care of the major general, and walked slowly to the three-entry courtyard behind.

   At the gate of the third courtyard, Uncle Qiu saw the handsome man in the west courtyard at a glance. This fellow is wearing a crescent white shirt, which is very conspicuous.

   Jiang Erye was talking to the monk who had a sharp and difficult head. Unlike in front of the temple gate, Jiang Erye was very polite at this time, "I brought some edible vegetarian food up the mountain, and I invite the two masters to taste it."

Jiang Hou'er immediately handed over three packets of dim sum, and when he understood that one of the packets was his own, he swallowed his saliva and said, "If the benefactor Jiang, who is well-fed, can say 'you can still eat it', it will be an extraordinary product. The uncle and the master have thanked donor Jiang for his kindness."

   Jiang Erye lowered his head and said with embarrassment, "This is not what it used to be. Now it is a blessing to have enough food to eat. This is also because I accidentally got some money a few days ago, so I won't be disrespectful to your temple."

   Occasionally? You can bet! When Du Qiang suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and swayed with him, "Master and Master are both in retreat and comprehend the Buddhadharma, so I can't see you today. Do you want the kitchen to prepare the dinner for Don Jiang?"

  I'm not here, Erye Jiang said with a smile, "I don't dare to bother the kitchen, I'll bring something to eat tonight."

Hearing that there is no need to waste the fast food in the temple, Dangdu laughed very happily, but he heard Jiang Erye say again, "Let the monkey go to the kitchen to serve the meal tomorrow morning. Please, brother Du, tell the kitchen that my girl can't eat it. Hard food, vegetable porridge and soft buns. As for me, I can do the same as everyone else.”

  Dangdu was about to say that he had no food, but heard Jiang Erye say again, "Incense money..."

   Scare him with incense money again! When Du gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay!"

   "Forty taels of incense money." Jiang Hou'er offered four silver ingots, "Master please accept them."

   It turned out to be money for incense! When Du Xuan smiled, "Jiang donor has a heart."

   Jiang Hou'er let go and laughed even happier than before. He didn't feel bad for the money at all, anyway, when he left in a few days, the second master would win it back.

  The matter is over, Jiang Erye turned around and went back to the west courtyard. Climbing the mountain today is too tiring, Erye Jiang has done his best and just wants to sleep.

  When Du Du had a lot of money in his sleeves and was in a good mood, he asked Uncle Qiu who came over with a smile, "Is Young Master Jiang feeling better?"

   Uncle Qiu folded his hands together and thanked him sincerely, "Thanks to the blessing of the Buddha, my young master is much better than yesterday. The little old man wants to thank the host master in person. I wonder if the master can be convenient now?"

   Another one who wants to meet the host. Dang Du refused with a smile, "Master is still in retreat and comprehending the Buddhadharma."

   "In this case, the little old man will donate some more incense money. Please be a master to read a few more volumes of scriptures for my young master, and thank the Buddha for his blessing."

   Uncle Qiu handed over the incense money, and taking advantage of the shallow-eyed monk's good mood, he asked, "That young master is really dignified, and the little old man has lived for dozens of years, and he has never seen such a romantic person!"

  The Jiang family has fallen, and Jiang Er is left with only appearance and romance! The ridicule on Du Du's face flashed, "The donor doesn't know, that is Jiang Feng, Jiang Er Ye, who has the reputation of being the most beautiful man in Da Zhou. There is only one such 'merry man' in Da Zhou."

   Uncle Qiu suddenly said, "It turned out to be the second son of the Jiang Mian family, no wonder no wonder!"

  Jiang Mian committed suicide in fear of sin, and became a sinner of the Great Zhou Dynasty who was angry with God, and could not afford the word "adult". These words were not spoken at the time, and turned back to the inner courtyard.

   Uncle Qiu returned to the main room of the East Courtyard, and whispered to Yayin, "The one in the West Courtyard is actually Jiang Mian's son!"

  The crow hidden and the tiger's eyes wide open, his fists clenched loudly, "This subordinate will kill him now, avenge the general Ren, and hate the soldiers and people who died tragically in the border city!"

   (end of this chapter)