What is the newly married life like?

Because he had not experienced such a major event in life as a marriage in the past twenty years, Ding Mu had no experience in this regard. At least in his impression, no one was woken up before dawn the next day on the wedding night, and then rushed to be a cow and a horse for others.?

But he encountered this kind of thing.

As soon as the sky was dawn, the two gypsies arrived outside Ding Mu and their caravan. They first shook violently, and then shouted loudly. Just when Ding Mu thought that such enthusiasm was something he was not familiar with, the two gypsies were already pushing him outside the caravan.

A wreath of black cotton and dark purple azaleas hung on the door of Lao Guerja's caravan, and Ding Mu knew that this was a death.

Ding Mu's spirit was immediately revived, and the fatigue of not sleeping for a night disappeared in an instant. He paid careful attention to the two gypsies around him. Although he believed that even as a leader, Lao Guerja would not dare to easily violate the gypsy tradition, if a person loses his mind, he can do anything.

Old Gurja obviously hadn't slept all night. He had slightly drooping bags buried in his eyes, and he looked several years older than the smart head man yesterday.

Ding Mu's red eyes and barely cheered up their spirits fell into Lao Guerjia's eyes, which made him feel even more hatred.

Of course he didn't know that Ding Mu sat in the night before almost all night with a short crossbow, just thinking that he was the result of his willing indulgence all night, which reminded Lao Guerjia of his poor nephew. If it weren't for this Jiajie person, the one who stood in front of him should be his lovely nephew.

"You need to remove dung for the cattle and then add forage. The horses used for performances should carefully comb their manes to modify the soles of the feet. As for the foals, you should pay attention to keeping warm," Lao Guerjia said to Ding Mu without expression on his face. "You have to work until dinner every day, and you are not allowed to stop in the middle. If you are lazy, you will be whipped."

Speaking of this, Old Gurja stopped and looked at Ding Mu carefully, and then said in the tone he did not avoid being heard by the two gypsies who were smiling at all of this, "I will stare at you until you make a mistake, and then I will let you taste what it feels like to eat a whip. It will definitely make you feel more unforgettable than the whip you had before."

After saying that, he pointed the whip in his hand at Ding Muyang.

"Remember, if you survive this thousand days, I will throw this whip in front of you and express my forgiveness."

But you will never let this happen. You will definitely try your best to cause trouble for me in these thousand days until I can't help but run away. By then, you will be able to avenge your nephew. Ding Mu added a sentence to Lao Guerjia in his heart.

Looking at Lao Guerjia's eyes, Ding Mu knew that he had guessed his plan. According to the tradition of the gypsy, if Ding Mu could not bear the punishment of hard labor and escape in these thousand days, then Lao Guerjia had the right to avenge his nephew.

Ding Mu's nightmarish newlywed life began like this.

The cow pen is full of dirty and smelly cow dung, and lumps of dust look like large pieces of mud. If you keep the cow dung frozen, you have to use a shovel to beat it hard to shovel it. When you hit it, pieces of feces that splash everywhere will stick to your body or even your face. Once it is heated, it will melt and then emit a disgusting smell.

Ding Mu stood in the cow pen and kept knocking the piece of cow dung under his feet that was as hard as stones with a wooden shovel. At the same time, he had to carefully avoid those bulls who were obviously not welcomed by him.

Seeing those bulls shaking sharp horns always moo and aiming their horns at themselves intentionally or unintentionally, Ding Mu couldn't help but tighten somewhere, and inexplicably thought of the 'famous quote' in his mind, "You dare to break into my territory, this is a way to die!"

During the morning of the day, we have to clean the cow pen, clean up the cow dung, put the cow dung in an open space where there is a large area of ​​sunlight to dry, and take care of the horses at noon.

Gypsy horses are divided into two categories: one is the horse that drives, and the other is the horse that performs circus.

Compared with the horses, those horses are tall, majestic, and beautiful, but are even more difficult to serve.

Ding Mu was wearing an apron around his waist and holding a large brush in his hand. He carefully combed the hair of a white horse that looked almost impossible to find. The horse would move slightly from time to time, as if it was rubbing it, and it seemed that it was uncomfortable to touch something.

Ding Mu was careful to serve the horse because someone had already secretly told him that this horse was an important role in the entire tribe's circus performance, so he had to dress up beautifully.

Two figures appeared not far away, and Ding Mu noticed that it was Sophia and a gypsy boy who was not a few years older than her.

Ding Mu lowered his head and looked through the gap under the horse's belly. Then he felt that his actions were really funny, just like a jealous husband who was secretly monitoring his wife.

Then he was surprised to find that the two of them were trying to practice the show of throwing a flying knife performed by Sophia and Gurja, the young man who had seen before.

But unlike before, Sophia was the one who threw the flying knife.

The sharp and dangerous dagger turned around quickly in his hand. Sophia pinched the tip of the knife with her finger and shook her hand hard. With the muffled "bang", the flying knife was nailed to the apple dragged in the boy's hand!

Ding Mu looked at this scene in a daze. He really didn't expect that his "little wife" would have such skills. No wonder she dared to confront Guerjia before.

Just thinking about how skillful this child can play with a knife, Ding Mu suddenly felt indescribable fear.

If you didn't prepare in advance when fighting with Xiao Guerjia, you would probably be yourself who turned into a bossless corpse at this time.

Ding Mu was so shocked that he had lost his rules. The brush in his hand kept brushing the white horse in one place, which finally made the white horse neigh in anger.

Sophia turned around and saw Ding Mu, who was holding a brush and smiling at her. She immediately made a cry of joy from her mouth, turned around and ran towards her "husband".

"Sophia..."

The partner behind her called her dissatisfied. Sophia didn't even look at her wrist and shook her back. With a "bang", the flying knife was nailed into the wooden board in front of the boy's nose. Looking at the trembling hilt, the boy's eyes were straight, and cold sweat flowed down the tip of his nose.

"Don't get too close, I'm very dirty."

Ding Mu waved his hand, but Sophia leaned against him without caring, took his brush and started brushing on Baima.

"I really didn't expect you to be so powerful," Ding Mu sighed from the bottom of his heart. He did not expect this 12-year-old girl to have such powerful flying skills. Thinking about her before, she confronted Guerjia without fear. Ding Mu began to feel that living with this child seemed to be quite good. "Wait for another two years, maybe when you grow up..."

Looking at Sophia's eyes that seemed to understand, Ding Mu couldn't say anything below.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, yes, she is still a child. Who knows what will happen in a few years? Is she going to leave these gypsies sooner or later? Will Sophia be willing to go with her at that time, or will the two of them go their separate ways in the end?

Perhaps it is also a very beautiful memory in life that I recalled that I had such a cute "little wife" many years later.

Sophia pointed to the direction of the caravan and folded her hands in Ding Mu and leaned her hands in her ear to make a sleeping move. Then she quickly made a few gestures that he couldn't understand. Just as he was thinking about what it meant, Sophia's new partner came over and tried to distance herself from Sophia and said to Ding Mu: "Gajie, she wants you to go back to sleep after work is finished. She will wait for you in the caravan." Then he glared at Ding Mu fiercely, "I guess you must have done a lot of bad things to her, you beast." After that, he turned around and ran away.

Looking at Sophia's back angrily, Ding Mu was already in a mess in the wind. If I were a beast, I would be better, but I was even worse than a beast.

Suddenly, there was a whistling behind her back, and before Ding Mu could react, he felt a burning pain on his back!

"If you don't want to work hard, you have to eat a whip," one of the two gypsies came over, holding a small whip in his hand, which should be used to train horses. "Maybe you don't want to have supper, so just keep working until midnight."

After saying that, the man moved the white horse and turned away.

Touching the faint pain on his shoulder, Ding Mu's face slowly sank.

The reason why he promised to do hard work for Lao Guerjia was not so much that he was helping Sophia. After all, Lao Guerjia was the leader. Although Ding Mu killed his nephew, Lao Guerjia could not have hated Sophia.

What's more, according to Xiaskina, Sophia's father Nashan, as the former headman, had enough influence in the tribe to make Old Gurja have some concerns about Sophia. Although the Gurja cannot recommend a female headman, as long as Gurja is still there, Nashan and the tribe will not be worried.

But now, Old Guerjia is obviously trying to force him, maybe he is waiting for the day when Ding Mu finally couldn't stand it.

By then, both Ding Mu and Sophia may be subjected to cruel revenge by Lao Gurja.

It can't go on like this. When Ding Mu finally finished his day's work, rubbed his arms that were so painful that he couldn't lift them up, dragged his heavy and tired legs, and at the same time endured the hunger that had not eaten anything for the whole day, he thought so, and had to find a way to get rid of this situation. Is it just a runaway? Where can he escape now?

The Gypsy team has been leaving Arszhendo for many days. Even those who chased him still did not give up, but they would never have thought that he would be with a group of Gypsy people.

Bohemians are all inferior, dirty and unlucky. Such ideas are almost shared by people of this era. So when Kunto saw Sophia, she was very annoyed because she was a Bohemian. Although now, the fact that Kunto died from Kunto really fulfilled the unlucky statement, Ding Mu certainly wouldn't care about this.

But others may not be so open-minded.

Therefore, Ding Mu was confident that even if he escaped now, as long as he chose the right time, he would not be caught by Lao Guerja. Moreover, once he left the Gypsy's own camp, with his current Bohemian status, Lao Guerja would not be able to seek revenge on him, the "Gajie".

So why don’t you choose to escape?

Is it really time to go?

Looking at the caravan gradually approaching and the faint light that appeared from the caravan, there was a soft part in Ding Mu's heart that seemed to be touched.

Since he came to this era, he has been trying his best to avoid touching that place, because he knows that once the thoughts are opened, the subsequent pain may completely swallow him up.

That was a devil called "home", a place where he could never go back in this world.

It is precisely because of this that the shimmer light in the caravan became a ties that Ding Mu was attached to.

The curtain suddenly lifted up, and Sophia's unforgettable big eyes appeared in front of Ding Mu.

Sophia hurriedly pulled Ding Mu into the car, and then immediately pulled the curtain, which made Ding Mu blush.

Although the gypsy got married very early, 12 years old is not too special, but Sophia's extraordinary enthusiasm has made him care for many people with strange eyes during the day. Now seeing her so impatient, Ding Mu can already guess what rumors will spread in the camp tomorrow.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw Sophia turn around and take out a small bag of cloth from the corner of the caravan. She looked at the bag and breathed out with satisfaction, and then handed it to Ding Mu.

The bag was filled with a piece of broken dried biscuits and a few small pieces of minced meat.

Ding Mu's heart trembled instantly.

The Gypsy's dinner was eaten collectively and food was not allowed to be brought back to his place, and he had been banned from supper before.

It was obvious that Sophia secretly left her supper, and in order not to be seen, she broke the dried cookies and hid them in a cloth, and then waited for herself to come back.

Ding Mu gently picked up the pieces of dried cookies and chewed them in his mouth. Looking at Sophia, whose eyes were about to narrow into a crescent moon, he slowly put down the cake and reached out to pull Sophia into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Listen to Sophia, I want you to think about it before answering."

Sophia nodded and waited for him.

"If I want to leave this, I mean leaving the Bossians, would you go with me?"

Sophia seemed to be stunned. She stared at Ding Mu blankly, as if she didn't know what to answer, and then she shook her head.

A wave of disappointment arose from Ding Mu's heart. He smiled with a self-deprecating smile, laughing at his sentimentality and self-indulgence.

"Ah, ah~"

Sophia seemed to feel Ding Mu's loss, and she gestured urgently, because she saw Ding Mu's face turned red when she didn't know how to be anxious. Suddenly she remembered something and turned around and climbed deep into the caravan, and took out a headscarf that was obviously a bit old.

It was a gypsy man's headscarf, still a little dirty, and the style reminded Ding Mu of the kind worn by Lao Guerja.

Looking at Sophia's expression of anxiety trying to argue, Ding Mu suddenly understood something.

"Are you afraid that if you leave, you won't see your father Nashan?"

Sophia nodded immediately, she held the turban tightly, and her firm look made Ding Mu feel that she firmly believed that her father Nashan would definitely come back!

"Little Sophia."

Ding Mu hugged the girl in his arms again, and Sophia immediately grabbed his arm, as if she was afraid that he would leave.

"Let's find a way to find your father and leave."

Sophia did not object this time. She picked up the dry cakes and minced meat in the cloth bag and handed them to Ding Mu. As he watched him eat a little bit, his eyes narrowed into two thin crescent moons again.

When Sophia, who finally coaxed her to listen to the advice of some gypsy women during the day and decided to perform her wife's duties, fell asleep, Ding Mu leaned against the caravan wall and was slightly stunning.

He had to leave here, and even without Lao Guerja, he would not have wandered with the Gypsies for the rest of his life.

So where to go?

The shadow of a place flashed through Ding Mu's mind.

Palermo.

Ding Mu once visited Palermo in his previous life, but at that time he was a traveler. Now he has to consider whether it is possible to settle down there.

At the same time, the words Kuntuo left before his death lingered in his heart.

Palermo, the Palace of Bishops, Priest Alphonso.

These names mixed Ding Mu's heart.

There was a voice in his heart asking: "Do you really refuse to leave these gypsies just because Sophia? Are you not going to go to Palermo to walk with them? Who is the priest Alphonso in the Bishops Palace of Palermo, who is Joel Modillo, why did Kunto let you impersonate the name, and what those pursuers do, don't you really want to know all this?"
Chapter completed!