SWORD COMES

1.3

It was not far from the archway, and soon I saw an old locust tree with lush leaves. Under the tree, there is a section of trunk that was moved here by someone. After a slight chopping, two blue stone slabs were put on the bottom of the head and tail, and the big tree was used as a simple bench. Every summer, the people of the small town like to enjoy the cool here. In rich families, the elders will also fish out a basket of iced melons and fruits from the well. When the children are full of food and drink, they will form gangs and play in the shade of the trees.

Chen Ping'an was used to going up the mountain and going into the water. He ran near the gate of the fence and stopped at the door of the lonely yellow mud room. He was heartbeat and gasping.

There are not many people outside the town. According to reason, now that the money tree burned by the official kiln has fallen, there will be no new faces. When Mr. Yao was alive, he once drank too much. He told his apprentices such as Chen Ping'an and Liu Xianyang that what we are doing is the only official kiln business in the world, which is to make royal porcelain for His Majesty the Emperor. No matter how rich the other people are, no matter how big the officials are, they will be beheaded. The spirit of old Yao that day was particularly different.

Today, Chen Ping'an looked out of the fence and found that many people were waiting to open the gate, no less than seven or eight people, both men and women, old and young, and they were all strangers. The local people in the town rarely go to the East Gate, whether they go to burn porcelain or do crops. The reason is very simple. The road at the east gate of the town extends out, and there are no dragon kilns and fields.

At this time, Chen Ping'an and those foreigners looked at each other across a wooden fence.

At that moment, Chen Ping'an, who was wearing self-maked straw shoes, was just a little envious of the thick clothes worn by those people. It must be very warm and resistant to freezing.

The people outside the door were obviously divided into several groups, not a group of people, but they all looked at the thin teenagers in the door. Most of them looked indifferent. Occasionally, there were one or two people. Their eyes had already crossed Chen Ping'an's figure and looked farther away from the town.

Chen Ping'an is a little strange. Don't these people know that the court has banned all the dragon kilns? Or do they think they have an opportunity because they know the truth?

There is a young man with a strange high crown, with a slender figure and a green jade pendant hanging around his waist. He seemed to be impatient and walked out of the crowd alone, trying to push open the unlocked fence door. However, when his fingers were about to touch the wooden door, he suddenly stopped and slowly withdrew his hands. With his hands behind his back, he looked at Chen Ping'an in the door with a smile, without saying anything, just smiling.

Out of the corner of Chen Ping'an's eye, he accidentally noticed that among the people behind the young man, some seemed disappointed, some were intrigued, some frowned, and some sneered. The emotions were subtle and varied.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with messy hair suddenly opened the door and cursed at Chen Ping'an, "Little son of a b***h, did you lose money? Come to urge your life so early. Are you in a hurry to reincarnate to see your dead parents?!"

Chen Ping'an rolled his eyes and didn't care about these sharp and mean words. First of all, I live in a rural place where there are few books in total. If you are scolded for a few words, you will be annoyed. Why don't you just find a water well and jump down? It's worry-free. Second, the middle-aged bachelor who comes to the doorkeeper is often teased by the people of the small town, especially those bold women, not to mention scolding him, but also beating him a lot. In addition, this man also likes to brag with children with open crotch pants. For example, when I was at the gate of the city, it was a fight. Five or six big men were looking for their teeth, and the ground was full of blood. The whole two-foot-wide road in front of the gate was similar to the muddy road on a rainy day!

He said angrily to Chen Ping'an, "Let's talk about your junk later."

No one in the town takes this guy seriously. But whether foreigners can enter the town or not, middle-aged men have the power of life and death.

The middle-aged man carried his trousers and walked to the wooden fence door.

After the middle-aged man with his back to Chen Ping'an opened the door, he took a small embroidered bag from time to time, put it in his cuffs, and then let it go one by one.

Chen Ping'an made way very early. Eight people were roughly divided into five batches and went to the town. In addition to the young man with a high crown and a green pendant on his waist, he also walked through two seven or eight-year-old children one after another. The boy wore a festive red robe, and the girl was pink and tender, like a good porcelain.

The boy was more than half a head shorter than Chen Ping'an. When he passed Chen Ping'an, he opened his mouth. Although he did not make a sound, he had an obvious mouth shape. He should have said two words and was full of provocation. The middle-aged woman holding the boy coughed gently, and the boy restrained slightly.

The middle-aged woman and the little girl behind the boy were led by a burly old man full of frost and snow. The little girl turned her head and said a lot of words to Chen Ping'an, and did not forget to point out the boy of the same age in front of her. Chen Ping'an couldn't understand what the little girl was saying at all, but she could guess that she was suing.

The burly old man glanced at Chen Ping'an.

Just being looked at intentionally or unintentionally, Chen Ping'an took a step back purely and subconsciously. Like a mouse and a cat.

Seeing this behind the scene, the little girl, who was originally chuttering like a little yellow finch, suddenly lost the interest in fanning the flames. She turned her head and stopped looking at Chen Ping'an, as if she would dirty her eyes if she looked at it again.

Chen Ping'an has indeed never seen the world, but it doesn't mean that he can't understand his face.

When the group went away, the middle-aged man who looked at the door smiled and asked, "Do you want to know what they said?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I want to."

The middle-aged man was happy and said with a smile, "Praise you for being good-looking. It's all good words."

Chen Ping'an pulled the corners of his mouth and thought, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

The middle-aged man saw through Chen Ping'an's thoughts and smiled more happily: "If you are not stupid, can I let you deliver letters?"

Chen Ping'an didn't dare to refute. He was afraid that he would annoy this guy, and the copper money he was about to get would fly away.

The middle-aged man turned his head, looked at those people, reached out and rubbed his bearded chin, and whispered, "The mother-in-law just now can kill people in her legs."

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and asked curiously, "Has that lady ever practiced martial arts?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked down at Chen Ping'an and said seriously, "You boy, you are really stupid."

Chen Ping'an was confused.