Although Chongyang County is a county, its geographical location is really remote and belongs to a valley in the southern part. Only by relying on the surrounding mountains can the people be considered to be able to make a living by relying on the mountains.

In fact, it is rare to see how backward this place is from the entire county.

Yan Lang was born to be extremely intelligent. He wrote poems at the age of three and seven. He also had an old scholar father who was in a county school at home. His childhood study conditions were pretty good.

Unfortunately, the old scholar's father went to the county town to participate in many autumn examinations when he was young and suffered a lot of damage to his body. He died seven years ago when he died. Later, his mother Yan Chang also became seriously ill, and all the pawns could be replaced with medicine.

When Yan Chang recovered from his illness, his entire family was in a difficult and tight financial situation.

Fortunately, Yan Lang had become a thirteen-year-old scholar that year, and was also very patient and gentle. The teaching in the county school cherished his talents and spoke to the county magistrate, which made him help the masters prepare lesson plans while studying in the county school. He was also responsible for some debris offsetting and repairing.

After he was sixteen years old, Yan Lang became a young master who was very popular among the students of the enlightenment class in school. With some income, he could at least add some input to his family. He also had a younger sister and mother to do some embroidery work, so his life was a little easier.

Yan Lang had been patiently studying for two years, and only left the stage to participate in the autumn examination last year and became a juren in one fell swoop. The neighbors who had originally said to be hurt by Zhongyong suddenly shut up.

After the autumn examination last year, my sister married Zhang Dashan, the chief inspector of the county government. Zhang Dashan had no elderly person at home, so she directly took her mother-in-law and brother-in-law to live with her. The four of them were as close as a family.

In this way, Yan Lang was relieved to prepare for the exam after his mother and sister were taken care of.

Others said that the Yan family could not make up for the money Yan Juren went to Beijing to take the exam, so they became greedy for the savings of Zhang Dashan's family for many years. Otherwise, what kind of person would the juren's sister not be able to marry?

Yan Chang was also angry at once, but Yan Lang and Yan Wanlian advised her not to take it seriously. They liked Zhang Dashan because they were kind and kind, and they were a reliable person.

Yan Lang also considered that the world is not peaceful now, and finding a scholar who cannot take on his shoulders and cannot raise a "very promising" person is better than looking for a rough and meticulous martial artist like Zhang Dashan. At least if something happens, his mother and sister at home can have a support.

Thinking of this, Yan Lang couldn't help feeling sour. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and continued on his way.

There are many mountains around Chongyang County. Yan Lang needs to hike to the ferry near the next county before spending some money to find a cargo ship all the way north, and then transfer to the county town and take a large ship.

Although it was a little harder to take the water, it was more cost-effective. Although my brother-in-law also gave it some, and the county magistrate and the teacher helped a lot, he thought that the capital was at the foot of the emperor. Yan Lang still wanted to break a copper plate into a few petals.

It's still spring now. If you don't delay the road and wait until you rush to the capital, it's almost the end of summer.

At that time, the inns in the capital will definitely be crowded. Yan Lang is planning to stay in the temples in the suburbs for a while. When the days of taking the exam, he will spend a few big money to find a small inn to ask for a woodshed and horse shed to squeeze in.

It took a walk and stopped from the county until the evening. Yan Lang had not been able to climb over the first mountain that left Chongyang County. Fortunately, there was a broken temple on the mountain. Yan Lang spent the first night there when he went to the county town to participate in the autumn examination. Now he is a regular customer.

The sun in the sky had already sunk halfway, but Yan Lang was not going to continue his journey in the afterglow. Seeing the ruined temple, Yan Lang gasped and put his hands in his arms, touched the dagger inside, and raised his foot to the steps full of half-rotted leaves.

Although there are often people staying here for overnight stays, Yan Lang doesn't easily relax his vigilance. Be careful, for fear that there will be strangers who are not easy to get along with.

Fortunately, I climbed up the steps and pushed open the two sides and broke the door. There were only the broken clay sculptures of Bodhisattvas, Arhats and Buddhas inside. The pile of ashes in the middle of the house looked a little while.

I think so, it's just now that the spring cold has passed, and the merchants who come and go from south to north are probably still staying in other places, and hunters who go up the mountain to hunt do not dare to go up the mountain at this time.

People in Chongyang County who have first visited relatives or who have to go north like Yan Lang, usually no one goes to the next county because the next county is not much more prosperous than Chongyang County.

In this way, it is normal that no one has arrived here for a long time.

"Amitabha Buddha, Bodhisattva, I have disturbed you. It's too late today. I'm so shameless. I'm here to borrow a place to settle down."

There was no one inside, Yan Lang breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his right hand, which was touching the dagger, and then stood outside the threshold with his hands folded and piously proclaiming his sins to the Bodhisattva Buddha inside.

Naturally, there was no sound in the door, so Yan Lang raised his foot and stepped into the threshold with peace of mind.

This temple has been here for many years, and even Yan Lang knows the oldest man in the county, can't explain it clearly.

However, because the location happened to be the first stop to the ferry next to the county, many people have regarded it as the destination of the barren mountains and ridges, so the terrifying mud inside was eroded by wind and rain, and the terrifying mud in the eyes of passers-by seemed to have a little more compassion.

The doors and windows were already broken, and the paper was missing. Yan Lang put the bookcase on his back on the ground, picked some firewood in the forest outside, picked some large leaves, and then closed the two broken doors, tied large leaves randomly on the window lattice, even if it was blocked from the wind.

After working hard for a while, seeing that the sky was getting darker outside, Yan Lang quickly took out the fire and lit the fire.

He built the small dry firewood into a small arch, stuffed a little rubbed hay into it, Yan Lang leaned on the ground with his butt sticking out and carefully blew the flames up, and then he felt relieved.

Yan Lang got up and wiped the dust on his face with his sleeves. Suddenly, he seemed to hear a woman's chuckling.

Yan Lang was shocked and looked around. Finally, he looked at the dozens of Bodhisattvas in peace and uncertainty, and confirmed that there was no one in the room except the wild flowers and weeds growing in the corner of the cracks in the mud wall. Then Yan Lang turned around suspiciously and returned to the fire.

"Can it be that I miss my sister's mother, so I have hallucinations?"

Yan Lang muttered to himself, then threw it aside and thought about it no longer.

He reached out to take the bamboo tube hanging on the edge of the bookcase, carefully poured a little water to wash his hands, then took a small bag with a lid, took a piece of steamed cake made by his mother from it, and baked it with peeled branches.

Although it can be eaten cold, since there is a fire, it is easier to chew and chew and swallow it into the stomach because it is hot.

With only a small amount of cold water left in the bamboo tube, Yan Lang ate a steamed cake and felt not hungry, so he even fooled the supper tonight.

After washing his hands again, Yan Lang wiped his hands drying on his body, and was not in a hurry to go to bed. He took the book out of the book box, and started reading to the fire with a whispering whispering to the fire.

Although Yan Lang had long memorized these books, there was no one in the wilderness. Yan Lang felt that he was a little panicked and he was more stable when he read the books of the sages.

With his eyes closed and his head shaking his head and pinching his book, Yan Lang was no longer obsessed with the book in his hand, but instead recited whatever he thought of.

I don’t know how long it took, but the screams of Ye Lu outside woke up Yan Lang who was intoxicated.

I felt a little thirsty. Yan Lang touched the bamboo tube, opened the plug and drank the water, but still felt that he couldn't quench his thirst.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably endure it even if he was thirsty at this moment. After all, it was so dark that he was so careful in the nights in spring.

But Yan Lang had just read a book of sages, and his courage was that he could be proud and proud when he held a torch across the mass grave. Therefore, Yan Lang took the hanging black clay pot oil lamp from the other side of the bookcase without hesitation, lit the wick, and got up and took the bamboo tube to walk behind the temple.

Although the dilapidated temple is only a Buddhist temple in front, there is also a dilapidated thatched hut behind it for the original monks to live in.

Of course, the thatched hut must have fallen to the point where even the beams have rotted, but there is a mountain spring under the cliff on the side of the open space between the thatched hut and the Buddhist temple.

The last time Yan Lang came, he had already discovered this water source. Because when he first came, Yan Lang had found out the situation inside and outside while it was still in the evening, so Yan Lang did not rush to look around this time.

It is probably not considered a spring. In fact, it is just the cliff, and someone dug a pit the size of a wooden basin at his feet, which became a source of water.

Yan Lang was calm and muttering the ancients' poems praising the sweet water of the spring. When he arrived at the cliff, he was about to bend down to fill the water, but he exclaimed and looked at a wild flower huddled in the corner beside the spring. "You are so strange that you have taken root in the stone. Isn't you greedy for this spring?"

Yan Lang was used to talking nonsense, and even though he was the only one here, it was difficult to change his habits.

But I didn't know that the flower that shrank into a ball was trembling with fear at this time, and I thought to myself, could I have leaked a flaw?

But the scholar's attitude is too strange? Could it be that people are so strange?

Yan Lang just thought casually, seeing the thin and weak stems of the flower tremble in the cold wind, and when the old problem occurred, he couldn't help but feel pity. He went to find branches and leaves next to him to build a wind-shielding shed for the wild flowers.

"Xiaosheng also knows that this action is just a waste of time. What you wild flowers and weeds want is wind, rain, frost, dew and sun. But tonight, you and I meet here, which is considered destiny. Let Xiaosheng be an idle and boring flower pamperer. Before leaving tomorrow morning, Xiaosheng will definitely come to help you demolish this hindrance shed."

After saying that, Yan Lang used his hand to pour some spring water into the gravel under the flower roots, but he did not dare to water too much, but instead harmed others.

After doing something boring on his own, Yan Lang was in a better mood. He bent down and used a bamboo tube to fetch water, singing happily, "A vegetarian vegetarian, wild flowers bloom. Whatever the family is prosperous and the aborted, who succeeds and fails, is it fun to have a shabby alley."

When the scholar who said so much this left, the wild flowers that had originally shrunk into a ball were spreading out their branches and leaves, revealing the closed buds.

The little flower bud shook his head and stretched his body, and then curiously hit the slanting shed next to it that blocked the wind.

What a strange scholar, he talks a lot, but what is he singing? Is he singing wild flowers? It's so nice.

Wild Flower thought in a daze, and wanted to explore her consciousness and look forward, but at this moment she felt a sense of sleepiness that could not be resisted.

The buds that had just stretched out just now were bit by bit, and finally tilted to the side. The two leaves at the shank covered the buds humanly and fell into a deep sleep.

The author has something to say: OK, this time the male protagonist is a chatterbox, and the very boring mother-in-law can handle it, so the little flower demon can bear it.

ps: The previous chapter of Chongyang Town was modified into Chongyang County, and the county system was changed to the county system, namely the capital, county, county
Chapter completed!