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Liu Xianyang quickly ran back with a basket on his back. Chen Ping'an was watching the scene of digging the well and transporting soil next to the well. Liu Xianyang kicked Chen Ping'an's butt, and almost made a dog eat shit. After looking back, he saw that it was a tall boy, he didn't care. Liu Xianyang said carelessly: "It's done. Master Ruan said that I should not run around here these days. Dig wells during the day and make iron at night. After one and a half days, even if he is the first disciple of the town, what is the mountain disciple called him? I have brought you a basket and help you touch the stones. I will touch the blacksmith shop and touch the bridge. I have agreed in advance that the water hole in the place where the green cow is carrying. I can't help you. Master Ruan said that I dare to cross the north of the bridge and the west of the bridge these days, and broke my legs after two half steps."

Liu Xianyang hugged the boy's neck of the straw sandals and whispered: "Master Ruan said that there will be no things in the town. He also said that those outsiders abide by a very strange rule, can do fair business, can also be cheating liars, and even beggars who pick up rags, but they can't be sneaky thieves and thieves. They say that God will not take a nap or close their eyes, but they just stare at us. You say that people are tragic or not, but I'm so scared."

Liu Xianyang suddenly threatened: "Whoever is surnamed Chen, you can continue to live in my house, but don't wait for me to go back. You have sold my armor!"

Chen Ping'an punched Liu Xianyang in the chest, and the tall boy quickly let go. He rubbed his hands hard for a few times before he could calm down. He cursed: "Where does the little hairy monkey like a thin bamboo pole have such great strength? Can you walk a hundred miles of mountain road every now and then with Old Man Yao, or chop firewood and charcoal in the deep mountains for a few months, and then increase your strength to death?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Anyway, I carry a basket of stones, and I can run back to the town before you."

Liu Xianyang said with a squinted eye: "Then let's compete with each other for a long time to hold your breath under the water?"

As he approached the river, Chen Ping'an bent down and rolled up his trousers and said casually: "I will not do anything that is only one breath."

Before going into the water, Chen Ping'an pulled up many spring grass by the stream and put them in the basket, and nagged that he would put some grass after picking up twenty stones. He was so annoyed that Liu Xianyang wanted to throw the basket behind him to Chen Ping'an. The latter refused to agree, saying that if he wanted to carry a basket himself, according to Liu Xianyang's frivolous temperament, he would definitely throw the stone into the basket directly, and he would feel distressed. Liu Xianyang almost gave up the pick on the spot. These colorful stones have been worthless for thousands of years. Why did Chen Ping'an become so charming when he got to you? How could he still dislike Mr. Liu's technique not gentle enough?

But in the end, the tall boy was still reluctant to touch the stones in the water. Chen Ping'an and Yi left and right, intending to sweep the stream thoroughly. The streams here are still mostly knee-high, and only a few slightly higher places can reach the water level. Occasionally, there are small puddles that are high, mostly where huge rocks gather. When they arrive at these places, it is time for Liu Xianyang to show off his skills. He first picked the basket and handed it to the straw sandals squatting on the rocks. He dived to the bottom of the water in one breath, and took out the snake gall stone he wanted from the gaps of the huge rocks and even the piles of stones.

Of course, Chen Ping'an can do it too, but it will be very hard and will be much more time-consuming than Liu Xianyang.

Before he could touch the bridge, the basket was seven or eight minutes full, and there was a dark green snake gall stone. Liu Xianyang touched the bottom of a deep pit three times before he could finally find it out. It was as big as a palm, mixed with golden stars and water-shaped patterns. The stone was firm and thin, and it was extremely heavy when Chen Ping'an rubbed it with his hands, it actually felt like it was a flickering splashing sharpness.

As long as you are not blind, you know that this stone is very extraordinary.

Finally, the two teenagers sat shoulder to shoulder on a huge rock in a stream. Liu Xianyang supported his hands on the stone surface, looked at the slowly flowing stream water, and asked, "Chen Ping'an, have you ever thought about leaving the town in the future?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "I haven't thought about it yet. You have to be rich when you go far. And after leaving, what should I do if the house is done? No one can help me clean up. What if it collapses one day? And I also need to pull weeds on the grave of my parents."

Liu Xianyang said helplessly: "Why do you always think of so many useless things? It's boring? No wonder Song Jixin said that you are the life of a ghost to hit the wall. You can't get out of such a big place in your life."

Chen Ping'an turned his head and asked with a smile: "Do you still remember what I told you last time? It's that tree."

Liu Xianyang said angrily: "A tree grows on the grave, which is worth making a fuss? Besides, it is also the tomb of another ancestor of Chen family. It has nothing to do with you, Chen Ping'an!"

Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged and sighed softly: "I don't know if there are many people in the surname Chen outside the town."

Liu Xianyang said, "I don't know outside the town. I only know that in the town, there are only three or two kittens and dogs. Besides you, it seems that they are all born to families of the four and ten clans, and they have generations of slaves. What's funny is that these people treat them as cows and horses in the house, bow their heads and bow their heads, but as long as they leave those big houses, they will immediately change their faces when they see everyone. They like to look down on others. So Old Man Yao is right. If you, Chen Ping'an, go to them for the current people one day, then your Chen family, who has not moved out of the town, will be wiped out."

According to Old Man Yao, the first person with the surname Chen had two in the town, but one of them moved out very early. Chen Ping'an's branch was prosperous before, but this "before" was too long. Even Old Man Yao couldn't tell whether it was hundreds, five hundred years, eight hundred years, or one thousand years? Later, it was divided into several houses, and the population was becoming less and less. Fortunately, they were all taken away by the relocated ones, and the incense was often cut off, so many tombs were gradually left unattended. In addition, the hill where most of the tombs were located was successively ordered by the supervisors sent by the court to become a mountain of bans.

The last time Old Man Yao took Chen Ping'an into the mountain, he pointed to a place to show him, saying that it was the place where the ancestors of another branch of the Chen family were buried. The tomb was on that mountain, and the feng shui was very good. As for Chen Ping'an's branch, Old Man Yao said that there was no need to find the gods. In recent hundreds of years, the descendants of Chen surnamed Chen have no future and are all dilapidated. Apart from insisting on not being slaves to the ten clans of the four tribes, ten clans, they are useless.

Chen Ping'an once secretly went to find the tomb of the Chen ancestor. But when he arrived at the place, he was just weeds and saw many foxes and rabbits, but he didn't see the tomb. There was a tree that the young man with straw sandals could not recognize. It was not tall and much shorter than the old locust tree in the town.

Weeds grow, foxes and rabbits appear, lonely and lush trees are lush.

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "Before my mother left, I asked me to swear that I could beg for food. Even if I starve to death, I would not be allowed to give it to those rich people now."

Liu Xianyang blurted out and said, "Then before your mother died, did you still want you to swear that you should never be an apprentice in Long Kiln?"

The boy with straw sandals looked gloomy, without refuting, nor was he angry after being exposed.

Liu Xianyang felt a little guilty. He was not the kind of temper who was willing to say "sorry" after doing something wrong. He had to pretend that nothing happened and stood up and said, "Let's go, dig a well. By the way, I will polish it with Master Ruan again and try to make you come here to be a short-term apprentice. It will be easy to touch the stones at that time."

Chen Ping'an said: "Don't worry, wait until those two groups of people give up and leave the town. I'll help you take care of your house during this period."

Liu Xianyang asked curiously: "Why can I escape the disaster by learning from Master Ruan?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said uncertainly: "It's like it suddenly raining, you have to find a roof to hide, right?"

Liu Xianyang turned his head and looked at the sword furnace iron shop, "Who do you think Master Ruan is? He doesn't look like a powerful person? Can he suppress those two groups of people?"

Chen Ping'an comforted him: "You should not behave like a person."

Liu Xianyang turned his head and said, "You Chen Ping'an look like a poor person, are you poor?"

Chen Ping'an grinned and had nothing to say.

Liu Xianyang stood up and asked, "Do you want to carry it to the other side of the bridge?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "No, it's not heavy."

"Remember to return the basket to me next time."

After Liu Xianyang said this, he jumped off the boulder and walked quickly in the stream, splashing countless water.

Chen Ping'an carried the basket and carefully lowered the huge rock. After getting ashore, he slowly walked towards the bridge.

After Chen Ping'an walked for a while, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. Turning his head to see that it was Liu Xianyang.

In the warm sunshine of early spring, the tall boy snatched the straw sandals' basket, carried it himself, turned his head and said sarcastically: "From a distance, you are carrying a basket like a small grasshopper carrying a big stone. It's so pitiful. I'll be kind and help you carry it to the bridge."

In the spring breeze, two teenagers walked together.

"If I succeed in learning my skills in the future, I must go out and have a look. I will marry a wife who is more beautiful than Zhigui, drink the most expensive wine, live in the largest house, and ride the fastest horse!"

"I want to see mountains as high as the sky, and see countless rivers larger than our stream."

"Anyway, I, Liu Xianyang, will never stay here for the rest of my life and wait for death."

In the spring breeze, the tall boy is looking forward to the future, and the straw sandal boy chews the grass roots carefully, one speaks and the other listens.

———

Chen Ping'an carried a basket of stones back to Liu Xianyang's yard, and still picked out the few stones he liked the most, took them to the side house, and the rest remained on the kitchen. After locking the door and the yard, he ran to Nipin Lane, and arrived at his own yard. He saw a girl in black sitting in the yard basking in the sun. Chen Ping'an said hello and started decorating the medicine.

There were constant slashing sounds coming from the yard next door. This was strange. Although Song Jixin lived a life without a father or a mother in the eyes of outsiders, he had been fed and fed for so many years, and he was always very well-off. He dared not say that he was better than the young masters in the houses of the four surnames. Compared with the children of the ten clans, he was indeed not bad. The four treasures of the study, elegant desks, and clean books in the study. Many luxury items that Chen Ping'an had never seen or heard of, moved to Song Jixin's house every day. In fact, Song Jixin never had any real dirty and physical work. The pickled vegetables were too smelly, and Song Jixin was not allowed to do it by his maid Zhigui. It was too tiring to chop firewood. Song Jixin bought bundles of burning machine and bags of high-quality charcoal every year.

When Chen Ping'an brought the medicine soup to the girl in black, the next yard was still chopping wood intermittently. When Miss Ning was drinking medicine, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but walk to the wall of the courtyard. When she looked on tiptoe, she found that Zhigui was carrying a kitchen knife and chopping "a person". It was made of wood. Chen Ping'an had been burning porcelain for many years and had seen many good things. There were countless trees cut, so she could see at a glance that the roughly darkness was as dark as jade. It must be a very old object. Moreover, the puppet was covered with dense red and black dots. The puppet had been chopped and chopped by Zhigui, and it was chopped into many pieces.

The girl suddenly turned her head and found Chen Ping'an. She raised her arm with sweat and stains on her face, wiped her face, and said with a far-fetched smile: "You are back. I wanted to borrow a hatchet from you before, but your guest is unwilling to open the door for me."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, "I'll bring you a hatchet. Don't use too much force at the beginning. Hacks are not as good as kitchen knives, which are easy to slip. Don't hurt yourself."

The girl sat on the small stool, exhausted, and waved, "I know, go get it quickly."

Chen Ping'an retrieved the hatchet, and the girl was already standing on the other side of the courtyard wall, and asked with a smile: "Do you know what that is?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Zhigui didn't give the answer, turned around and continued to sit on the small bench, slashing hard.

Her unfamiliar and stagnant movements and all the thankless wrong postures made Chen Ping'an very anxious, but since she had not asked for help, Chen Ping'an was not self-indulgent. When she turned around, she found that Miss Ning was no longer in the yard. Chen Ping'an remembered something and walked quickly to the room, put something on the table, and placed it opposite the girl in black.

It was a snake gall stone, which could be held in the palm of the hand in one hand, like a piece of frozen and solidified honey, with a delicate texture and a very positive color.

Ning Yao was a little strange.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Miss Ning, I'll give it to you."

The girl in black who was invincible with her sword suddenly asked, "Do you like this one the most?"

Chen Ping'an felt a little embarrassed, "This... is probably ranked fourth, the best three, I have already hidden it."

Then she took the stone, twisted her fingers, raised it over her head, and the light entered the room through the window and shone on the stone.

She raised her head, squinted her eyes, and carefully observed the subtle patterns of the stone.

She looked at the stone.

The boy looked at her.

———

Late at night, a young man sneaked into the Mud Bottle Alley, like a wild cat walking at night, quietly coming to Gu Can's yard. He found the large water tank placed in the corner of the yard. After squatting down, he found that the snake gall stones that were originally neatly stacked were already picked up, as if this person knew the value of stones earlier than Chen Ping'an. Gu Can was the only monster in the town who liked to collect snake gall stones. No matter how many they found in the stream, he only took one to go home at a time. The child only chose the stone that he liked the most. Over time, he saved up fifty or sixty stones, which he used to cover the gaps at the bottom of the water tank.

After Chen Ping'an moved away many dried-out snake gall stones, he saw that there was no excavation at the bottom of the water tank, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He began to dig the soil with his right hand bit by bit, and finally when he touched the butter paper, his heart was shocked and he slowed down.

Finally, he took out the object wrapped in butter paper, which looked like a book.

After hiding in his arms, Chen Ping'an filled the soil back again and looked at the snake gall stones carefully. The remaining stones were "dead". Compared with the stones that Chen Ping'an picked up from the stream these two times, in terms of color, texture and weight, they were completely different. The stones in front of him were like dead old men, and the ones Chen Ping'an picked up were like newborn babies, full of vitality.

Chen Ping'an thought about it and planned to leave Nipin Lane from the direction of his house.

When he walked to the door of Song Jixin's yard, he heard a creaking sound. The door of the house opened. Chen Ping'an had to pretend to knock on his door and shouted, "Miss Ning, are you sleeping? I'll come back to get something."

The lights in the house soon turned on, and the girl in black opened the yard door for Chen Ping'an.

Next door, the maid Zhigui slowly walked out of the house. When she arrived at the yard, she saw Chen Ping'an's shadows and holding a large yellowed book in her arms. She shook her head and tsk in her mouth, as if she had happened to catch a pair of dogs.

She walked alone in the alley of Mud Bottle, jumping around.

Her golden double pupils looked particularly cold and sacred in the alleys of night.

Let the slender and graceful girl be like a dragon wandering in a narrow crack in the rock, as if she would walk out of the alley and would walk into the river and transform into the dragon.

———

Although Ning Yao let Chen Ping'an into the yard and even into the room, her face looked very bad. She sat at the table, with one arm resting on the scabbard and gently tapping the handle of the knife with her fingers.

After Chen Ping'an was sure that Zhigui walked into the alley, he explained awkwardly: "I went to Gu Can's house to get things, but she happened to go out. I had to come here to hide. Miss Ning, don't think too much."

She asked, "What?"

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and took out the buttered paper bag, "I don't know now."

She turned around and said, "You can open it yourself first and then decide whether to let me know."

Chen Ping'an nodded, sat opposite her desk, opened layers of butter paper, and mud chips kept rolling on the table, and the last one was indeed revealed.

There are only two characters on the cover of ancient books, and Chen Ping'an only knows one of them, Shan.

He put the ancient book on the table, turned the direction, pushed it towards the girl in black, and asked curiously: "Miss Ning, what do you read this word?"

The girl turned around again, glanced down and said, "Shake."
Chapter completed!