Xu Sheng was not worried. He was leaning on the car, relying on the strength of his drink and his drunkenness, and fell into a deep sleep.
What worries me is the coachman and maybe the two half-aged yellow-skinned horses.
"It's raining rain." The coachman cursed. Seeing that the horse was hesitant, he had no choice but to raise his whip fiercely.
People are not afraid of rain, but horses are. People are in the car, and the surroundings are sealed. Rain naturally cannot penetrate. Although the driver has half of his body stretched out of the car, he still has a roof. But the horse is miserable, completely exposed in the wilderness.
, let the continuous rain wash away.
"Let's go, hurry up, why are the beasts so non-stop talking?" The driver continued to curse, frowning. In fact, there was something wrong with what he said. If the beasts could understand human words, why would they be called beasts?
?
However, the coachman didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence. His heart was not here at all. He was worried about his own situation.
The rain is so heavy and it seems to have no intention of stopping. As a result, people and horses are exhausted and the roads are muddy. The original one-day trip may take two days or even longer. If you delay more, you will need to travel less.
If you attract fewer customers, you will make less money.
Although Xu Sheng had given him a tael of silver before, which far exceeded the cost of this trip, who would think it was too much money? Besides...
The coachman looked at the two yellow horses, which were not strong and slightly thin, with a sad face, and his mood became more and more depressed. What he was really worried about was the safety of these two horses.
Maybe he has some feelings for the two horses after spending time together, but if you look deeper, he obviously has more feelings for the white money. Rather than saying that he cares about the horses, it is better to say that he cares about himself. These two horses
, and the new car he just bought behind the horse, which is almost all his belongings and the place where he lives and lives. Now that the horse has been in the rain for so long, there is no guarantee that he will not get sick. Getting sick is a minor matter, but if you treat it,
No, it would be terrible if he died.
The coachman calculated that he had been accustomed to drinking and gambling over the years and had really not saved much money. If one of the two horses died, it would cost him his own life.
Although a horse can pull a cart, if he only has one skinny horse, he will completely lose his advantage compared with his peers. If he can't even drive the horse, he will have no choice but to work as a sharecropper and rent a car.
I worked on a few acres of land and worked for the landlord.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.
Although driving horses is not a way to make a fortune, it is still enough to be self-sufficient. You can work for yourself and do not need to be exploited by anyone.
"The sky is also long, and the earth is also long. The past life is invisible, and the belief in the future life is hard to find." Suddenly there was the sound of a bell in the rain, and a clear sound rose into the sky.
In the heavy rain, in front of the carriage, an old Taoist priest in rags, carrying a luggage and soaked all over his body, jumped out of nowhere and sang loudly.
"Get out of the way, I have to go on my way. I want to go somewhere else to sing, so don't get in my way." The coachman was not in a good mood, and his words were not very polite.
"Brother, it's raining heavily. Can you please let me take shelter in the car?" The Taoist priest bowed deeply and raised his head. He looked about forty years old. Although he looked embarrassed at the moment, he was quite energetic.
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"No, no, leave quickly. You're covered in mud, go somewhere else." The coachman was extremely impatient and looked unkind.
"Brother, where is there any other shelter from the rain on this hundred-mile official road? If there were, you wouldn't be in such a hurry. Brother, just make it easier for me this time, and I will pray to Wuliang for you in the future.
Heavenly Lord prays for blessings." The Taoist priest begged and was very humble.
"Come on, go to hell with Immeasurable Heavenly Lord." The driver curled his lips with a look of disdain, then thought for a moment and said in deep thought: "Looking at you, you're not a big man, so I'll charge you fifty cents."
, for only fifty coins I will allow you to rest in this car for a while."
"Um..." The Taoist priest looked embarrassed and said with some embarrassment: "If a monk doesn't have money, I hope..."
"Okay." The coachman's face darkened, and he raised his whip and started to drive the horse.
"Wait a minute"
Xu Sheng picked his head out of the car, looked at the Taoist first, and then asked the driver: "What's going on?"
The "official" coachman's expression changed instantly, and he said politely: "
This Taoist priest is covered in mud and has to come to the car to take shelter from the rain."
"Nothing, let him come in." Xu Sheng said casually. At this time, he was very sleepy. If it weren't for the noise between the coachman and the Taoist priest, he would still be sleeping soundly.
"Thank you, brother." The Taoist priest saluted deeply again, and he did not shy away from it. He lifted up a corner of his Taoist robe, stepped on his mud-stained straw sandals, and started to climb up to the car.
"You, get off." The coachman glared at the Taoist priest fiercely, and said to the car with some dissatisfaction: "My lord, this carriage doesn't go very fast, and adding one more person won't make it even slower, and he's covered in mud and water.
, won’t it also delay your rest after coming up?”
"It doesn't matter, just walk slowly. I'm not in a hurry. I'll give you more money when you get to Nanjun City."
"Okay," the coachman said reluctantly, but there was clearly a smile in his eyes. The way Xu Sheng was dressed now, it was easy for people to mistake him for a rich man, but it didn't matter. He didn't need all his belongings.
How much less is the average young master.
"Thank you, thank you so much." The Taoist thanked him repeatedly, then took a step back, climbed onto the shaft of the car, ducked and entered the car.
"Um!?"
Xu Sheng involuntarily covered his nose and stepped back.
The smell is really strong, not only the mud, but also the Taoist's own body odor.
As soon as the Taoist got on the bus, Xu Sheng felt a little regretful; but when he saw the Taoist's sullen expression and the embarrassment covered in mud and water, he couldn't help but feel soft and gave up half of the carriage.
"Master Taoist, please take a seat."
"Thank you, little brother. You are such a kind person. You will be favored by heaven. You will be favored by heaven." The Taoist thanked you hurriedly, with a face full of gratitude.
God's favor!
Hearing these two words, Xu Sheng had no choice but to smile bitterly. If there was really a blessing from heaven, how could he end up in this situation?
The rain is still falling. People often say: "Autumn rains are continuous." Unexpectedly, the summer rains are also the same.
"It's such a weird day!" Xu Sheng lifted the curtain and looked out the window. He saw endless raindrops and continuous rain streaks. It was estimated that it would not stop for a while.
"No wonder, it's evil." The Taoist said slowly, twirling the small strand of beard in front of his chin.
Evil!
Hearing this, Xu Sheng was shocked at first, but then he thought about his identity as a Taoist and felt relieved. In Xu Sheng's eyes, monks and Taoist priests would probably attribute all abnormalities to the chaotic forces of gods, ghosts, and monsters. In fact,
Not surprising.
After these two conversations, the two stopped talking. Xu Sheng had something on his mind and had no intention of chatting, while the Taoist would look out the window from time to time, wondering what he was thinking about.
Slowly, it gets dark.
"I wonder where I'm going, little brother?" Half a day passed before the Taoist priest finally spoke again.
"Nanjuncheng" Xu Sheng's heart was pulled back a little by the Taoist priest's words, and he asked casually: "What about you? Where are you going?"
"Jiangzhou" the Taoist said casually.
"Then you have to spend more time walking." Xu Sheng smiled softly. But it's not good, Nanjuncheng is in the north, and Jiangzhou is in the south, with opposite directions. The Taoist priest didn't care much in order to avoid the rain, so he just Being able to admit that he was unlucky, he followed Xu Sheng through the journey again.
"It doesn't matter." The Taoist chuckled and said, "As an idle person, the last thing I'm afraid of is wasting time. The years have passed by me. As for my strength, I can just use it sparingly."
"In that case, why does the master want to go to Jiangzhou?"
"There is a plan."
"What do you want?"
"A dragon came out of the river in Jiangzhou. It's a disaster. I want to get rid of it." The Taoist's expression became stern and his voice suddenly became louder.
"Uh..." Xu Sheng was frightened by this sudden sentence. He didn't know how to speak. After holding back for a long time, he only said: "I wish you good luck."
"Thank you very much," the Taoist said in gratitude. Xu Sheng touched his face in embarrassment.
There's something wrong with this Taoist priest's brain! Xu Sheng thought to himself and didn't want to talk to him anymore. He couldn't enjoy chatting with a person who has a mental problem. Doesn't that mean he has a mental problem?
Feeling bored, Xu Sheng picked up the Xu family's guest token and looked at it carefully. The token was made of an unknown material. Although it was as black as ink, it was extremely shiny and as warm as jade. It felt good to hold it in his hand.
And what about the Taoist priest? He was meditating against the window, his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether he was awake or asleep.
The coachman yawned again and again outside, rolling his eyes left and right, thinking about where to park the carriage for a while.
"Brother," the Taoist suddenly spoke, startling Xu Sheng.
"What's wrong?" Xu Sheng put the token back into his arms and asked with confusion on his face.
"Do you believe in fate?" The Taoist said this for no apparent reason.
"This..." Xu Sheng was stunned, thinking: What's wrong with this Taoist priest who is not very bright? After hesitating for a long time, he replied uncertainly: "I probably don't believe it. ."
"Oh" the old Taoist nodded as a response, and then stopped moving. Xu Sheng looked at the old Taoist, but didn't see any movement from him for a long time. He just felt bored, leaning against the window, his thoughts constantly wandering around.
The rain has lightened up, but no one noticed.
The old Taoist was meditating, Xu Sheng was wandering, and the coachman had fallen asleep and snored...