The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 62:

Ming Ci Yue, blind, old, sickly pale, wearing a blue shirt, looks extremely thin, and coughs a few times from time to time to remind Ji Zheng that he really can't pull the horns with his appearance.

The cow's back is wide and long. He sat behind Ji Zheng and kept a certain distance from him. He didn't say a word, very leisurely, neither angry nor anxious.

Ji Zheng is like a chauffeur: "Where are you going, you may have to go to the Yamen to go to the old house of Mingfu."

The implication is that there are residential houses there, and this cow may not be able to squeeze through, and maybe they have to pay a fine.

"It's alright." Ming Ci said calmly, "Go to the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Ding Lianzai of the Ming family was buried there after being executed. There is also a small ancestral hall secretly built by the people of Wuzhou for my father."

Ji Zheng didn't answer, just dragged Niutou to the hill outside the village.

Ji Zheng can't describe how slow this cow can walk, but he still can't drive it with a whip, because the cow stepped through the mud ditch with one foot deep and one shallow foot, walking hard and steadily. The old man who worked hard in the fields

One cow and two people, the sun is past noon, it seems that he is the only one who is worried about the anxious schedule, and the other one and one cow are calm and relaxed, like an outing.

After finally driving out of the residential area, driving out of the place with the most accumulated water, I finally walked to the high fields between the paddy fields.

This cow was originally a livestock that worked hard in the paddy fields. When he saw an occupational disease in the paddy field, he was about to carry two people on his back and arched it inside. Ji Zheng was so frightened that he pulled two horns.

"Little boy."

Ji Zheng thought he was calling him, and turned back to follow the sound while controlling the cow.

Hearing that person call again, "Young Master Ming."

Young Master Ming? ! Ji Zheng jumped in shock, Ming Ciyue is now the actual person in charge of Dayan, and there is no guard to follow, so his identity is seen through the field, what should I do?

Ming Ci Yue just turned his head and responded calmly to the farmer.

This old farmer didn't think of coming over to bow and kneel as a big gift. He just sat on the ridge at the other end of the paddy field, and his voice was half a spring breeze, "The young master is back to see his family, ah, you, your eyes. What's wrong?"

The more Mingci replied to him in dialect, the old farmer nodded clearly, and he didn't ask any further questions, but also answered in dialect.

In fact, Ji Zheng didn't care whether he understood or not, he just listened intently.

This Wuzhou dialect is very similar to Wu Nong's soft language. It drags its long tail, bends, and is soft. It is called across half an mu of paddy fields, and it is soaked with the moistness of the water town.

Ji Zheng has never heard Ming Ci Yue use such a tone, and it is somewhat contrasting but funny, as if Ming Ci Yue has more and more long words when speaking in dialect.

He seemed to really be able to see an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy who went to the mountain every day after school, riding his horse and whipping his whip against the wind, passing by with his sleeves waving.

Ji Zheng finally realized that this old farmer didn't know, and he didn't care how little Young Master Ming was in Dayan's official position. Today is the same as the countless days when Ming Ci was on this road when he was younger, there is no difference. He only knew that the little son's family had suffered, and he knew that it would be good for him to return home safely.