Hei Qi'er walked leisurely on the dirt road in the countryside with a bag of sauce.

He carried a small backpack with herbs and paste inside. The backpack swayed gently as he walked, like a rare toy, attracting the attention of the big white goose next to him. The big white goose flapping its wings and clattering, flying up from time to time to peck at the backpack, which made Hei Qi'er get a few kicks when he was anxious, but he didn't know that he was disgusted and still enjoyed it.

The black and thin boy, the basket, the big white goose, and the wonderful stories have become the most familiar and anticipated scenes for the villagers here during this period. Therefore, farmers working in the fields often yell with a long voice when they see the black and thin boy: "Oh... Come on..."

"Here, work quickly, go back to listen to the story after finishing work." Hei Qier smiled brightly, "It's getting hotter and hotter this day, and I don't rush to talk. I'll find a family to take a break first."

"Go to my house, there are people at home, so you can have enough tea and meals."

"Come on, a woman and a few kids, you are not afraid of me hooking up with your woman." Perhaps he was familiar with it, Hei Qier would also write jokes about not being banned from meat, and then went further and further amid the laughter and scolding of a group of farmers.

After all, he didn't rest at the farmer's house. After walking for a while, he stopped in front of a wealthy family. There was a servant who looked around there. Seeing him coming, he hurriedly came over, took his backpack, and greeted the big white goose that no longer called, and then said, "Why did you come so late today? I thought you were not here anymore."

"Something at home was delayed, so I didn't take my ox cart forward, so I could only come over." Hei Qi'er sighed, but carefully recalled the scene of training Wang's children in the morning, with a smile on her face, and looked at the yard of the wealthy family, "Can you just go in like this?"

"Okay, no one cares. The person at the door is familiar with me. Besides, I heard that the new county magistrate has taken office and the husband has already gone to the county magistrate's office. I guess he will not be able to come back until the evening."

Hei Qier followed the servant called Azou, looking around casually, but remembered all the scenes around him. At the same time, he whispered to him that they did not walk on the main courtyard, but walked along the side road to the place where the slaves lived behind him.

A group of children were playing there, of different sizes. When they saw Azou coming in, they hurriedly greeted him, and looked at Hei Qier and the big white goose timidly.

The big white goose quarreled and scared the younger child back until Hei Qier grinned and took out some gadgets made of grass stems and willow branches from the backpack and handed them the situation.

In fact, since he went down the mountain to preach, Hei Qier has done this kind of similar thing many times, and he still followed the experience of the old Taoist and Wang Ningzhi's warnings. In any case, they told stories, practiced medicine and preached by teenagers. They were mainly young, and they made some gadgets on weekdays to bring closer relationships, and then used the great ways contained in the story to win people's hearts day after day, etc. Wang Ningzhi's words were too profound for Hei Qier. There were always some things that he couldn't understand. He was just young and could slowly understand and do it at the same time... For him, he still admired Wang Ningzhi very much.

After comforting the children, some free slaves came over and surrounded Hei Qi'er and Dabai Ge, brewed a pot of tea for him and grabbed some salty beans. After a while, the boy's crisp voice spread, and with those interesting stories, they continued to attract the attention of people in the past.

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Sometimes Hei Qier would think that life is just passing day by day, and he is a little comfortable and has no worries about food and clothing. Should the idea of ​​climbing up even if he tries his best, he should be cut off like this? After all, in such a society, it is not easy for a poor family to become a gentry.

However--

After having lunch with the sauce meat, Hei Qier walked out alone, stood in the yard, looking up at the floating clouds moving slowly in the air, behind the clouds was an infinite blue sky, an endless distance.

He was unwilling to accept it.

Hei Qi'er was literate and stumbling. He was able to understand ancient books. The people or things recorded in ancient books fascinated him. Perhaps he knew in his heart that what he was pursuing was not necessarily to revitalize the family, but to be able to leave a name in the long river of time, a name that may be inconspicuous but can always be remembered.

Thinking of this, bathing in the sun, warm and full of energy.

A noise suddenly appeared outside. Soon, several servants ran in. In the middle was a man dressed in a group, which was obviously different from the servants. They were also in a hurry and did not say hello at all. They rushed over directly, stirring up a gust of wind, passing by Hei Qi'er. A child in front blocked his way and was pushed away by him: "Go away, don't block the way!"

"You..." Perhaps the father of the child was about to speak out, but he was covered by the person next to him, signaling him not to speak.

The man looked back at everyone, his eyes were cold, he smiled disdainfully, and walked into the narrow passage between the houses and disappeared soon.

Hei Qi'er was a little confused. She walked to the child who was pushed away and fell to the ground and was crying. She looked at it and only had her skin broken. It was nothing important. She looked around and asked, "What's going on?"

Several servants who ran in with that group were gasping violently, and said, "Don't... act rashly. The county magistrate sent someone to come, saying yes, saying that our husband used his power for personal gain and wanted to search the house..."

As he was talking, a group of people came in outside, holding weapons in their hands. After coming in, they looked at the silent servants, pointed at the corner of the wall with a knife, signaling them to stand over, and then a group of martial soldiers got into the room and began to search.

The clouds that were still moving slowly just now were suddenly torn apart and shattered into several pieces... Hei Qi'er naturally would not move around, and even dared not take her own basket. She just followed the slaves of men, women, young and old to lean against the wall, quietly watching the group of martial artists take out many things and turn them up, and didn't know what to look for.

Unlike the confused servants, Hei Qier probably knows the reason, and even the part that ran out just now has a little impression. It is mostly the report to Wang Ningzhi these days: Huang Xian is just a paranormal vein, a poor family, but has a lot of land. A few days ago, Huang Xian also recruited a group of parts, etc.

Thinking of this, not long after, another Wushu walked out, but he was not in a hurry. He glanced at the still churning Wushu. The man said, "Let's go, go back, I've found it in the front yard. The evidence is conclusive. I guess Huang Xian will inevitably be in prison."

The soldiers came in in a hurry, and the soldiers left again, leaving only a group of servants staring at each other.

Suddenly, an older man collapsed on the ground and started crying:

"Mr. I'm done, what should we do..."
Chapter completed!