Counting from the night before, we walked about 140 miles yesterday.
Even if she is an ancestor, she is still a scrawny twelve-year-old girl who is very tired.
There was no one in the Xie Ma pavilion, so the ancestor secretly ate some big meat buns, and she would make herself fat without having to feed them to Lan.
Fat people are cold-resistant, although this is not entirely true. For example, after eating steamed buns, the cold wind blows and it still feels chilly.
Ancestor Yeman packed up and left quickly. As long as she walked fast enough, Leng wouldn't be able to catch up with her.
He was carrying a large baggage and an umbrella.
While walking on the road, my legs felt a little numb and I wanted to use my umbrella as a crutch.
The ancestors were envious when they saw people riding donkeys.
Riding a donkey is much easier than traveling on two legs, and crutches are no longer needed.
There were not many horses on the road, and donkeys were probably equal to horses and oxen. Obviously donkeys were the shortest and smallest, so could they be closer to people?
Or at the bottom, the weak ones are always the majority. Although cows are at the bottom, they are big and not as small as donkeys.
There is a donkey rental shop in front of the inn.
About 20 coins for ten miles, 200 coins for one day.
The ancestor only has a bunch of money and can't afford to rent, so let's go.
There are so many people who walk on two legs that they cannot afford to rent.
There was a woman riding a donkey, leisurely, and the man was running behind the donkey.
There was a horse coming in front, and the man hurriedly pulled the donkey to the side of the road.
Haha!
Ancestor Yeman walked so fast that he almost spat on his face.
There were a lot of people on the road, and there were a lot of spitters, so she kept her head down and kept moving while avoiding them.
Haha!
Another mouthful of phlegm.
Some people spit towards the roadside, where no one is around.
The man in front is dressed as a scribe and spits out as soon as he turns his head, no matter who is next to him.
Next to him was a teenage boy whom he knew very well. The scribe was about thirty or forty years old. He wore a Confucian scarf on his head and was about 1.6 meters tall, which could be considered as seven feet tall.
Ancestor Yeman gives way again.
Haha!
This mouthful of phlegm almost spit on her.
The ancestor is angry! Does spitting constantly mean you have too much saliva?
The ancestor made a big circle and ran forward.
"Hey! Haha!" someone shouted from behind.
The ancestor immersed himself in walking without looking back. But when he heard the footsteps, he was chasing after him?
There are many people on the road, who cares?
The ancestor walked for a while, and saw the scribe running in front of her, opening his mouth and saying hello!
The ancestor jumped up and ran away!
The scribe was really chasing after him, panting and saying: "How can a woman walk in front? Do you know who I am? Haha!"
The ancestor even used top body skills and was too lazy to get entangled with saliva.
The scribe didn't know what was going on, so he yelled and chased after him.
I guess walking is too boring.
Although the scenery on the roadside is good and the autumn scenery is beautiful, most people on the road have no intention of reciting poems.
Or you really want to show off "who I am" but the ancestor doesn't give you face, so you can't catch up, and you have to get the face back.
The boy ran to the front. The carriage came from behind and knocked him over.
Ancestor Yeman, keep walking, even if your legs are tired, you won’t feel tired.
Traveling in such a hurry, my legs were so tired that I looked like a donkey.
The ancestor saw the donkey braying in the roadside shop and really wanted to throw out ten taels of silver and lead the donkey away.
The donkey looked at the ancestor and became more and more provocative, as if he was mocking.
The ancestor was so angry that he gnashed his teeth while avoiding others, his eyes were like knives, he wanted to eat donkey meat, and the donkey meat would be burned!
The donkey knew that the ancestor would not take action today, so he jumped up excitedly and was very embarrassed!
Haha!
There was a donkey braying behind and pouting towards the ancestor's back.
Ancestor Yeman jumped up, like a donkey, not a lazy donkey rolling around, hiding next to the donkey and wanting to kick it.
The donkey finally calmed down.
The ancestor looked at the road. The scribe had mounted the donkey and was about to rush to the ancestor. If the donkey didn't come, he would be unhappy.
The ancestor hurriedly dodged again, feeling angry. This guy used to walk on two legs, but in order to chase the ancestor, he even rented a donkey.
Ordinarily, a scribe can afford to rent a donkey, right? It's two hundred coins a day, so if you hurry up, it can run two hundred miles. Including the servant, it's four hundred coins.
Even if the boy was allowed to run behind him, he would not be able to cover two hundred miles in a day, and even if the two of them took turns riding the donkey, it would not be possible.
If someone like Tan Xianglin could settle accounts, he would be in trouble right now.
The scribe rode on a donkey to catch up, but he rode on a donkey to chase the ancestor, but the donkey refused.
The donkey is afraid of being turned into donkey meat and burned in the fire. There are many people here, and they can't stand that guy's haha.
After the next haha, a strong man swept over with a pole!
The scribe fell off the donkey's back, probably because he didn't recite poetry.
This is a poetry donkey. If you don't recite poetry, you will be punished.
The boy came down and helped his master up.
The scribe dropped his Confucian scarf, held his waist with one hand, and asked the ancestor in a daze: "Do you know who I am?"
I saw a lot along the way.
Some people were curious: "What's going on?"
Those who were resting on the roadside were even more curious: "What's going on?"
It's almost noon, the sun is shining brightly, and the Bagua fire is blazing.
Ancestor Yeman bit his lip and his eyes turned red.
Many people relented.
Look at this little lady carrying a baggage on her way. Look at her face, which is thin and scarred, and her hands, which are scarred and lame.
The scribe hurriedly picked up the Confucian towel, straightened his clothes, and got into position.
Ancestor Yeman spoke with a thick Ningzhou accent: "Do you know who I am? My grandfather's name is Rongjiu, and my father's name is Rongqingfu."
ha!
Before the scribe could spit out his breath, he saw the carrying pole. He swallowed it quickly and said with an exaggerated expression on his face: "You?"
Passers-by were curious: "Doesn't Mr. Rong only have one daughter?"
The ancestor lowered his head, timid and stubborn: "That's me."
The scribe stretched his neck and said, "The third lady of Rong Mansion is my niece!"
The ancestor ignored him.
The others were too lazy to care and were only interested in the little lady.
Ancestor Yeman wiped tears with the back of his hand, and said with a nasal accent, "I am Rong Qingfu's daughter. I was taken away when I was born and replaced by a farmer's daughter. My food has been worse than that of pigs since I was a child, and what I have done is worse than that of pigs."
There are more people than cows, they get up earlier than chickens, they go to bed later than dogs, and their lives are cheaper than grass. I didn’t know this when I was young, but later I heard my mother say that I am not my biological mother. My mother’s surname is Zhu, and I am my mother.
My grandmother's surname is Ni. My maternal grandmother disliked my own grandmother, so she replaced me."
Although he has a strong accent, he speaks clearly.
Others basically understood it.
At this time, a large circle of people had gathered around. Everyone looked at each other.
Some people are not familiar with the Rong family, but they know a lot. Even if they are not familiar with it, it is not a small matter.
Some people doubted: "You are the granddaughter, why did I throw you away?"
Someone else immediately explained: "Can the grandson just throw it away? The granddaughter can just throw it away."
Someone echoed: "In our village, someone gave birth to five daughters in a row, and the old lady threw away three granddaughters."
Ye Man cried and was stubborn: "Even a piece of grass was born from my mother's ten-month pregnancy. She was born in a Jinshi Ranking of 2009 and 2000, how could she care so little about human life? Let my mother's flesh and blood be separated? If I don't know, I'll pay it back. I know."
How can you not go back to find my mother?"
Although she is not good-looking, she is particularly sympathetic.