"Isn't it true that you should learn something over time? A friend comes from afar..."
As soon as they arrived near the village chief's house, Wei Ming and Po Meng heard a loud sound of reading. They followed the sound and saw a scholar in white sitting by the stream at the door, holding a copy of "
"The Analects of Confucius" was being read while shaking one's head.
"Hey! Isn't this Brother Ah Cheng? Are you getting up so early in the morning to study?" When Weiming saw this person, he immediately stepped forward and greeted him familiarly.
"Brother Dongfang?!" Ah Cheng heard Wei Ming's voice, turned around and saw Wei Ming, and couldn't help being stunned.
"That's right~" Wei Ming cupped his hands and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for half a year. I didn't expect you, Brother Acheng, to be so diligent!"
"Oh~ don't mention it..." Ah Cheng smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Ever since I failed the provincial examination last year, people in the village have laughed at me for being a nerd.
Village chief, they are probably going to call me a sour scholar, so I decided to work hard, redouble my efforts, and take the provincial examination again in three years, so as to win the first place in one fell swoop."
"Haha~" Weiming smiled and cheered to Acheng: "Come on, Brother Acheng, I believe you will win the imperial examination in three years."
"Well! I will definitely work hard."
Ah Cheng said firmly, then looked at Wei Ming and asked: "By the way, didn't I hear that you went to Xiaoyao Valley to become a disciple? Why did you come out so early? You couldn't have been expelled from the master, right?
"
Hearing what Acheng said, Weiming was speechless and rolled his eyes, saying: "Of course not, I came here with a mission assigned by the master."
As he said that, Weiming took out a letter from his arms and said: "I am here this time to send a New Year's letter to my master. Now I happen to see you, Brother Acheng, so I will entrust you with this letter."
Pass it to the village chief!"
"Oh~ So that's it!" Acheng suddenly realized, because during the holidays in previous years, Wuxiazi would also send people to send New Year's greetings to the village, so it was not unusual. Even if Weiming hadn't mentioned it, Acheng
Maybe I have forgotten that such a thing exists.
"Of course this is no problem, it's all on me." Acheng accepted the letter and invited him enthusiastically: "Brother Dongfang, since you are here, why don't you come and sit down in this humble house?"
Weiming waved his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you Brother Acheng for the invitation, but forget it this time. I have to rush to deliver letters to other villagers. I have other things to do later. When I come to Dukang Village next time, I will
I’ll definitely pay you a visit.”
After saying that, Weiming cupped his hands towards Acheng and immediately turned around and left, with Po Meng still following closely beside him.
Seeing that Wei Ming was determined to leave, Ah Cheng did not stop him. After waving at Wei Ming's back, he turned around and went home.
On the road.
Po Meng looked at Weiming with a funny look on her face and said, "Why, are you so afraid of the village chief's family?"
"Stop talking about Sister Meng, I don't want to recall these bad things..." Weiming said with a dark look on his face. After all, he never thought that the old village head of Dukang Village who looked so serious in the previous game was actually a drinker.
Of course, it’s only a drunken person who likes to act drunkenly, because Fu Jianhan also likes to act drunkenly when he is drunk (by pestering people to compete with swords), but the key point is that the old village chief is just a scholar, every day
When the village chief went drunk and went crazy, there was no way he could stop him, or not stop him. He was afraid of hurting him if he stopped him, and he was afraid of hurting himself if he didn't stop him. There was no way to do anything.
Not only that, even the village chief's son and daughter are similar. The son, Ah Cheng, holds a copy of "Taibai Poetry Collection" every time he gets drunk, imagining that he is a poetic fairy. Sometimes when he is deeply drunk,
, also likes to dive into the water. Wei Ming can’t even remember how many times he has fished him out of the water.
As for the village chief's daughter Dujuan, she is not much better. If she is a mild nymphomaniac under normal circumstances, after she is drunk, her symptoms are more than ten times worse. However, in terms of destructiveness and
In terms of her own safety, Du Juan is actually the lightest one in a family of three.
"Hiss~"
When I thought of the days when I lived here with Fu Jianhan and stopped three drunk people from going crazy together, Wei Ming felt a little chilly, so I quickly dismissed what I was thinking and earnestly delivered letters from house to house.
...
After about four hours (more than eight to nine hours), as I left my aunt's house, only the last letter left was left.
"Huh~ Finally the delivery is almost finished, there is only one last letter left and that's it." Wei Ming let out a sigh of relief and said with emotion.
Although running back and forth for a day is not as hard as practicing, the feeling of going shopping also makes Weiming feel a little tired.
When Po Meng on the side heard Wei Ming say that there was one last letter, a strange color flashed through her eyes, but she didn't show it, and Wei Ming, who had his back to her, naturally didn't see it either.
"Then let's finish the delivery as soon as possible..." Po Meng said suddenly: "Didn't you say that after finishing this matter, you want to go back to your hometown in Xuancheng to visit? It just so happens that the delivery is finished today, and we can do it early tomorrow morning
let's go."
"Yeah! Okay." Weiming said expectantly without noticing the look on Po Meng's face behind him.
"Let me see where this last letter is sent." Weiming took out the last letter and murmured to himself: "By the way, the old people in the village seem to have received the letter.
, who else is missing...?"
Before he finished speaking, Weiming had already taken out the last envelope, but when Weiming saw the recipient's name on the envelope, he couldn't help but was stunned for a moment. He saw four words written on the envelope, "In person, Weiming."
"Is this... for me?" Wei Ming was a little confused for a moment, but at this time he heard Po Meng say behind him: "Since it was given to you by Master Wuxia, Wei Ming, you should open it first and take a look~
"
"That's right~" Wei Ming nodded in agreement. Although he didn't understand the master's intention, there must be nothing bad.
As soon as he thought of this, Weiming opened the letter in his hand. When Weiming unfolded the only piece of letter paper and saw the content on it, his originally relaxed mood suddenly became filled with waves.
There wasn't much on the letter paper, just a series of addresses and a simple picture.
The address is: Ten miles outside Dukang Village, under the old willow tree.
"This address..." Wei Ming frowned, feeling inexplicably familiar and a little sentimental at the same time.
Seeing that Weiming was in a strange mood, Po Meng on the side wanted to comfort him, but she opened her mouth and didn't know where to start. She finally sighed silently, then put her hand on Weiming's shoulder and whispered.
: "It's still early, so why not go take a look~"
"Hmm~"
Wei Ming agreed, and in addition to sentimentality, there was also a hint of expectation in his voice, which was no different from when he talked about his hometown before.