The shopkeeper Meng: "I checked, we are serious businessmen, so let us go.
Does your son come back to live at night? "
Old woman: "I only come back once in a while."
Meng treasurer: "Where is Shanbatian?"
The old woman: "You are off the road. The mountain dam field is at the foot of the mountain."
Meng Treasurer: "Are there any households further up?"
Old woman: "No, my house is on the highest point."
The treasurer: "What do you live on?"
The old woman: "Sprinkle some tartary buckwheat in the field, and plant some corn. My son collects wild things and digs some medicinal materials. Just live the day."
The treasurer: "What's your son's name?"
The old woman: "People in the mountains don't have a big name. They were born in a drought in the year that they were born."
Meng's shopkeeper: "Xiansheng. I remembered it."
While the treasurer was talking to the old woman, Duo Niangzi and the eldest lady went around the small courtyard.
As soon as he turned to the Qing side, the two of them sat and rested under the big tree.
Duo Niangzi: "Let you live here, would you rather?"
Missy: "Where God gave you birth, you can only live where you live. This is not a matter of reluctance or unwillingness."
Duo Niangzi: "I mean, if you choose, would you choose here?"
Missy: "I won't choose this kind of place to live if I'm killed."
Duo Niangzi: "Really?"
Missy: "Of course it is true. Then do you choose here?"
Duo Niangzi: "It depends on whether it is worth my choice."
Missy didn't understand, she tilted her head to think.
In fact, Duo Niangzi saw that the small courtyard was cleaned up in good order. What particularly caught her attention was the crossbow hanging in the hall.
The crossbow had a dark maroon color, obviously the result of frequent wiping.
The black wool was wrapped in felt, depending on the size, at least a five-foot man draped it.
She deliberately checked the hole in the suede.
The hole is on the chest.
This shows that the muntjac was shot in the chest and killed.
What a superb ability to hit the chest of a rushing muntjac.
Looking at the old woman's appearance, she must have been a great beauty when she was young.
Where is the ugly son of a beautiful life
The eldest lady thought for a while, and she seemed to have tasted the flavor of Duo Niangzi:
"You mean, if there is someone worthy of nostalgia, there is a choice."
Duo Niangzi: "I didn't say that.
I ask you, do you have a relationship? "
Miss: "What do you say? We are so old and say that we don't have a close relationship. Can anyone believe it?"
how about you? Is there any good? "
At this time, Xiao Wu's cry came: "Dao Niangzi, Miss, come back soon."
The two had to end the conversation and hurried back to the small courtyard.
The treasurer: "I want to live here for one night, how about it?"
Duo Niangzi: "Yes, it's good, but I didn't tell my family, they would be anxious."
The family members mentioned by Duo Niangzi naturally refer to Basit.
The treasurer: "It doesn't matter, it just troubles the elderly."
Old woman: "Trouble is not troublesome, but my wife doesn't have extra bedding."
The shopkeeper Meng: "It doesn't matter. We are around the firepit and speak the vernacular, and it will dawn."
Old woman: "Then you will be wronged."
Duo Niangzi and the eldest lady help the old woman and the buckwheat noodles, baking buckwheat cakes.
Xiao Wu went to the vegetable patch and picked some seasonal vegetables.
Everyone is sloppy, and after a while, the buckwheat cake is cooked and the dishes are ready.
The old woman became sad: "It's been so many years."
The treasurer: "Did your son marry a wife?"
The old woman: "I'm not afraid of you laughing, just my family background, who wants to suffer and suffer sins."
The treasurer of Meng: "As the saying goes, I will pick a man, not a family.
As long as your son is a real man, there is no need to worry about the love of girls. "