Fish swimming around the world

The woman's nostrils twitched, and she suddenly picked up a bowl: "I want one too."

"Hmm?" The old man looked at her: "Granddaughter-in-law, you are still very weak, so don't drink anymore."

The woman didn't say anything, but just pushed the bowl over.

The old man saw her determined look, and couldn't help but look at Jiang Fan again, sighed helplessly, and poured her a small half bowl.

"Granddaughter-in-law, you were not like this before, how come you have changed like a different person."

The woman picked it up, sniffed it first, and then drank it all in one gulp, and a blush suddenly appeared on her fair face except for the red spots.

"Good wine!" The woman's eyes were bright, she grabbed the wine jar, filled a bowl without hesitation, and drank it all again, leaving the old and the child stunned.

After three bowls in a row, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not bad to marry into your family, with good wine and good food. Tell me, what was I like before?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Before you fell into the water, you were eloquent and managed everything at home and outside..."

Jiang Fan was busy eating, and the old man started to talk nonsense again.

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"Heat up the fish soup, grandpa should be back."

The woman said as she hung the washed clothes on the clothesline.

Jiang Fan opened his mouth but said nothing, so he had to smile bitterly.

For several days, the woman seemed to have accepted her identity - Jiang Fan's wife Bai Xiaocui, a child bride who married when Jiang Fan was nine years old. Because Jiang Fan's parents died that year, he was too sad, so he married a wife to cheer him up.

"You bastard, you old liar, you really dare to make up stories!" Jiang Fan was speechless. Who knew that the old liar would talk nonsense and make up a life story for the two of them by taking advantage of the woman's amnesia. And he also transformed himself, from an old thing and an old liar to a grandfather.

But Jiang Fan didn't know what he was thinking. Although he wanted to tell the truth several times, he didn't expose it in the end.

"Don't stand there. After the fish soup is heated up, you have to chop some firewood. Don't forget to change your clothes. I'll sew them for you."

The woman saw him in a daze and said with a phoenix eye.

"Okay, got it..."

Jiang Fan patted the head of the greyhound beside him and stood up lazily.

Wife... Jiang Fan looked at the clean hut and yard, and then looked at the busy woman in coarse linen clothes. It seemed not bad...

Before much firewood was chopped, there was a rumbling sound of horse hooves in the distance, and the dog suddenly barked wildly.

Not long after, a team of black-armored cavalry appeared outside the yard. Everyone rode a black horse, covered with armor, and even wore a ferocious iron mask on his face. The equipment was extremely sophisticated.

These people had a strong breath of killing, and they were obviously elite soldiers who had fought hundreds of battles.

"Where are the people at home!" A cavalryman who looked like a leader reined in his horse and shouted loudly.

The dog bared his teeth at the other party and howled, but he was not afraid at all.

"Xiao Hui, shut up!"

Jiang Fan hurriedly scolded the dog, put down his axe, came to the gate of the courtyard, and looked at the man through the fence: "My dear soldiers, I am a resident here. What can I ask?"

The cavalry commander looked at him up and down: "Boy, who else is at home?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "My lord, it's just me and my old man, and..." He pointed to the woman standing far away on the clothes drying rack, "and me... my wife."

The cavalry commander looked at the woman and couldn't help frowning, probably because of the large red spots on her face.

Jiang Fan said: "My lord, the old man went out to collect herbs and hasn't returned yet. Only my wife and I are here."

The cavalry commander said: "Go in and search."

The two cavalrymen responded, turned over and got off the horse neatly, pushed open the wooden door and rushed in.

The two walked past Bai Xiaocui, looked at the woman with a large red spot on her face, ignored her, and walked straight into the house.

The cavalry commander turned around and asked Jiang Fan: "What's wrong with your wife's face?"

"Oh. This is a birthmark. Otherwise, she would not have married into my poor family..."

The large red spot was indeed disgusting, and the commander just glanced at it and stopped looking.

"Have you met any strangers recently?"

Jiang Fan hurriedly said: "No, no. You can see that this place is in the wilderness. You can only see a few hunters all year round. Usually no one comes."

The cavalry commander asked a few more questions and stopped talking to him. Soon the two cavalrymen came out and clasped their fists to the commander: "There is no one else."

The commander nodded and asked everyone to get on the horse and leave.

They came quickly and left quickly. Jiang Fan didn't understand what was going on. It seemed that they were searching for something.

Anyway, it had nothing to do with him, so Jiang Fan was too lazy to think about it.

"Xiao Cui, I have to go to the city early tomorrow morning. Please pack those furs for me and exchange them for some cloth and salt."

Bai Xiao Cui, this name... Jiang Fan secretly complained. The old man's name is really down-to-earth.

The woman responded, and just after walking a few steps, she suddenly turned back: "Where are those furs? I don't remember."

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In the past few days, Jiang Fan built a small boat. Early in the morning, he rowed the boat down the river and headed for the county town sixty miles away.

"The monkeys on both sides of the river are crying, and the light boat has passed thousands of mountains." He was too lazy to row the boat. He lay on the boat with his arms and legs crossed, letting it carry him through the mountains on both sides and drift along the water.

"Good poem!" A voice suddenly sounded.

Jiang Fan almost fell off the boat.

"Who?"

A voice suddenly appeared on the broad river. Did he see a water ghost?

There was no one around, Jiang Fan was sweating coldly, and he bowed to the river surface repeatedly.

"Dear river gods and water ghosts, I am passing by here. If you disturb me, you can offer wine and burn incense to apologize someday. There is no need to scare me..."

"Hahaha, brother, I am not a river god or a water ghost. You are too timid."

This time I heard it clearly, and the voice came from behind.

Jiang Fan hurriedly got up and looked back.

In front of him was a big face, shaped like a pancake. There was a Taoist hairpin on his head, and three long beards fluttered in the wind. He smiled very kindly.

It's not a water ghost. Jiang Fan was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Who knew that when he looked down, Jiang Fan's hair stood on end again.

There was no boat under his feet, and this old Taoist was actually standing on the river?

Damn! He said he was not a water ghost!

Jiang Fan rolled and crawled to the other side of the boat. The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, looked at his feet, couldn't help but smile, and gently waved his whisk, and he was already standing at the bow of the boat.

The old Taoist priest was extremely fat, and as soon as he got on the boat, he immediately blocked a large area of ​​sunlight.

If there is a shadow, it is not a ghost.

Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, turned sideways and wanted to get up, but suddenly saw a reed pole more than a foot long floating past the boat.

Could it be that the fat round-faced old Taoist priest was standing on this small reed pole?

"Master Taoist, how did you get up?"

The old Taoist priest laughed and pointed at the reed and said, "Didn't you see it?"

"God? Monster?" Jiang Fan grabbed the oar, wondering.

The old Taoist priest lifted up his blue Taoist robe and sat at the bow of the boat: "Brother, your poems are wonderful, but this courage... I am not a god or a monster, I am just a Taoist priest from the outside world, and my name is Tianjizi."

"Tianji...zi?"

This name...

It fits the figure... Jiang Fan looked him up and down a few times, thinking.

"Tianjizi, you are not a frog!" The old Taoist's face turned black. This kid is too bad at talking.

"Oh, oh, Taoist Tianjizi, I am polite... Have you eaten?"

"Not yet... ah?" Tianjizi's mind was almost unable to turn around. Your words are a bit irrelevant.

"Didn't eat? I didn't eat, I didn't eat either."

The old Taoist didn't know how to speak for a while. Wuliang, your grandmother Tianzun, whether you eat or not is none of my business!

"There is no food on the boat, how about a drink." Jiang Fan took off the small wine gourd from his waist attentively, pulled out the cork and handed it over.

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