As the sky drifted in the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and from afar, I saw the outline of the village.

Master Zhao Jiu stopped, grabbed the sweat towel on his hand and wiped the sweat, and ordered Asen: "Go and see!"

"Okay!" Asen responded happily and ran towards the village.

Master Zhao Jiu took out a water bag from the side and handed it to Fu Tingyun: "Drink a little water!"

Although the sun has disappeared in the west, the scorching heat of the day is still on the ground, steaming and it is so hot that it is sweating profusely. Moreover, she is wrapped tightly and her throat has already smoked. She just watched Zhao Jiuye and Asen rushing to the road, and it is hard to make a sound.

Fu Tingyun thanked him, took the water bag and took a few sips.

The dry throat is moisturized by water, and people are much more energetic.

She breathed comfortably and smiled and handed the water bag to Mr. Zhao Jiu. She was about to say "You can drink some too", but suddenly realized that there was a difference between men and women, so she choked down and wanted to retract her hand that had reached out. Mr. Zhao Jiu's eyes just came over, and the two met.

Fu Tingyun's face turned red.

He is so timid, he is so petty!

But this is nothing else. She can't be generous even if she wants to be generous!

She was a little depressed.

Master Zhao Jiu obviously didn't think much about it and said, "The world is very chaotic now. Don't look at the crowd everywhere now. Maybe we will take out a steamed bun and attract a group of people to rob it. It's better to be careful. You can bear it for a while, and when we find a place to rest, you can untie the scarf and fan the wind."

It turned out that she was misunderstood and thought she was hot...

Fu Tingyun felt relieved when she heard this.

Fortunately, there was this misunderstanding, otherwise, she really didn't know what to say!

"Don't worry, Master Jiu," she said respectfully, "I can't afford it!"

Master Zhao Jiu said "yes", stopped talking, and looked at the village in the distance.

The surroundings were quiet and silent, without any sound, and Fu Tingyun could even hear his own slight breathing.

You can't just stop talking to each other like this!

Mr. Zhao Jiu is her savior at least.

Fu Tingyun thought, racking her brains to find the topic.

"Master Jiu, how long will it take to get to Weinan?"

"There are ten days left!" Master Zhao Jiu stared at the village, his voice faintly, and he seemed a little absent-minded, "I will definitely send you before the Mid-Autumn Festival."

She didn't want to rush back to her uncle's house to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival!

Fu Tingyun pursed her lips.

However, since he mentioned the Mid-Autumn Festival, she must be polite: "I don't know what kind of mooncakes Jiu Ye likes to eat. At that time, I will ask my aunt to make more, so Jiu Ye can also try it with Asen."

He had already made an appointment with his companions to meet in Xi'an Prefecture on August 15th, and he would definitely not agree to stay in Weinan for the holidays, and he might not be willing to know about this. She had to pretend not to know and suggested making some mooncakes for him as a thank you.

Master Zhao Jiu looked back at her: "You don't have to be polite to me, I'll send you to your uncle's house and leave!"

"You!" Fu Tingyun trembled with anger.

This person can't even hear good words or bad words. He is simply... he is simply a bad guy!

He simply turned his head and drank water while waiting for Asen's news.

Master Zhao Jiu could feel the changes in Fu Tingyun's emotions.

The Fu family has always claimed that "the family tradition is innocent and the boudoir is rigorous". Naturally, the fewer people know about her, the better. Otherwise, she would not tactfully ask him how he celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival? Now he clearly told her clearly that she didn't want to have anything to do with her, and what else would she be worried about?

He was very puzzled.

The two fell into silence again.

A small jumping figure appeared on the ridge of the field from afar.

Fu Tingyun couldn't help but sit up straight and stretched her neck to look out.

The figure is getting closer and closer, and it is Asen who is sweating heavily.

Fu Tingyun was delighted.

"Master," Asen wiped his forehead with his sleeve, "There are no living people in the village."

Master Zhao Jiu nodded and said to Fu Tingyun: "We will rest in the village today."

Fu Tingyun said "Oh" and saw that the ridge of the field was only enough to walk alone, so she got off the cart.

Master Zhao Jiu did not stop him and told Ah Sen: "You lead the way in front!"

Asen happily answered "yes", and his spirit made people feel happy as they listened.

Fu Tingyun couldn't help but smile and followed Asan to the ridge of the field.

Master Zhao Jiu walked behind with a wheelbarrow.

Asen turned around from time to time, "Girl, be careful, there is a ditch here", "Girl, look, it's a little narrow here", for fear that she will fall.

The fields were drying with only a layer of loess, and there was no water on the small ditches on both sides. Fu Tingyun was not very worried, and responded with Asen all the way and entered the village with a smile.

There are more than a dozen or twenty families in the village, with houses built in rows. At the beginning of the village are several straw houses, low, narrow, very dilapidated, or there are no people living there, and some houses have collapsed because it was too late and it was pitch dark and it was not clear that the furnishings inside were not clear. There was a nauseating stench floating out.

Fu Tingyun covered her nose.

Master Zhao Jiu's urging came from behind: "Go away!"

She felt tired after riding the car for these few hours, let alone the person pushing the cart? I guess he had hoped to take a break!

Fu Tingyun rushed forward and entered the village.

Asen pointed in front: "Miss, let's take a break today - it's the most neat house in the village."

Fu Tingyun looked along the way and saw three houses with pink walls and gray tiles, which looked solemn and grand.

"This house is indeed very neat!" she smiled.

Suddenly, several dogs rushed out and surrounded them with grinning.

Fu Tingyun was shocked and subconsciously hid behind Master Zhao Jiu.

Asen was very excited: "Master, it's a dog!" As he said that, his figure rushed towards one of the dogs like lightning, and the dog jumped up without showing any weakness to pounce on Asen.

Fu Tingyun exclaimed.

"Come back!" Master Zhao Jiu's voice sounded coldly and sternly.

Asen's body stopped forcibly, turned sideways, and the dog rushed into vain.

Master Zhao Jiu had already pulled out a stick of eyebrows from the pile of bags and threw it at Asen: "It's all done to kill me, don't worry about these dogs."

Asen reached out to take the stick taller than others, and without any hesitation, he took the opportunity to beat it. The dog had just jumped up and fell down, making a brief and sharp whimper, and lay motionless on the ground.

Fu Tingjun looked at Asen in surprise.

He was only eight or nine years old, and he had such skills... and his movements were clean and neat, without hesitation, and he felt a little cold and ruthless... How could he look like a child still in the corner?

She suddenly felt that this child, who was so handsome and happy at any time, was so strange.

Fu Tingyun looked at Master Zhao Jiu.

In the darkness, he was as silent as a mountain.

The dog whimpered and fled around.

Asen chased after him, his hands raised and his stick fell, and the dog let out a sad whine.

She raised a white Jingba dog, with big black eyes as gentle as jade. She embroidered flowers and squatted at her feet when she wrote. As soon as she looked up, she would shout at her and run over to lick her shoes. I don’t know how cute it is...

Fu Tingyun felt a slight pain in her heart.

He closed his eyes unbearably.

After a few whine sounds, the surroundings returned to tranquility.

Master Zhao Jiu said lightly, "Let's go", and then pushed the car into the room.

Fu Tingyun didn't look to the side, and lowered her head and followed her into the house.

Asen came over at some point, took out a fire note from his arms, and an orange light lit up in the room.

Fu Tingyun looked around.

The shrine in the middle of the main hall was empty, except for the large incense table, there was no furnishing in the room. It can be seen that the owner was very calm when he left.

Mr. Zhao didn't stop and went straight to the back.

Behind is a patio, and some flowers and trees planted in the corner of the wall have died, and there is a well under the tree.

Asen ran to shake the wheel of the ino.

"No water!" Very disappointed.

Master Zhao Jiu seemed to think he was stupid, and didn't even look at him. He put the cart aside and pushed open the door of the wing next to him.

Asen hurriedly ran into the fire with a fire note.

"You will sleep here tonight!" Mr. Zhao Jiu said in the wing room.
To be continued...