Chapter 47 A letter from home is worth ten thousand dollars

The mountains are high, the emperor is far away, the grass is dense and there are many thieves.

After Song You had a night's rest, he walked from the ferry to Lingbo County, a journey of nearly a hundred miles. In addition to the winding mountain roads, thick grass and dense forests, there were two groups of bandits who stopped them.

However, the two groups of bandits did not give him any trouble. Seeing that he was a true Taoist, they let him go.

When it comes to money, Song You still has some on him.

When I went out, I brought about 20 taels of silver. A group of merchants on Jinyang Road gave me a dozen taels as gifts, and the reward for the escaped thief was another 20 taels. However, the consumption in Yidu was quite high. After living there for half a year, Song You had almost no money.

I had treated myself badly in life, and even though I had some sporadic income from drawing talismans, I still spent nearly twenty taels on it.

He originally wanted to buy a horse and a mule for the rest, leaving some as the original capital for starting again after the spring. After that, if he had money, he would be more indulgent, and if he had no money, he would save some. In fact, it didn't matter to him. Unexpectedly, the horse was not spent.

A lot of money was saved.

If these bandits knew that he had nearly thirty taels of silver on him, they probably wouldn't let him go so easily.

It was already the morning of the second day when we arrived in Lingbo County.

Song You judged the north based on the direction of the sun, but it was not very accurate. Firstly, the sunrise was not necessarily due east, and secondly, the division of east, west, south, and west in the city was not necessarily accurate. After half searching and half asking, he finally arrived at the North City.

"gentlemen!"

"Letter from home? Where does it come from?"

"yes."

"yes."

Chen Han quickly lifted up his cuffs, wiped off the moisture on his face, said something to Song You, and walked out quickly.

There was a man outside, dressed in men's clothing, with a scarf wrapped around his face. He was as tall as normal. He was holding a simple long knife in his left hand, with a rein around his wrist, leading a yellow southwest horse, and holding a device in his right hand.

The bamboo tube of the letter is covered with fatigue and dust.

Maybe someone is still halfway there.

"People in the world meet by chance, but we will see each other again tomorrow. The world is so vast that no one can meet anyone else. I advise you not to be coy and speak quickly."

When Chen Han read it, he couldn't help but cry again.

The two red and yellow horses stood side by side in the yard, and the three people took their seats in the main room.

I found Ganzao Lane and asked Chen Han's family again.

Song You nodded to her and she laughed softly.

Looking at it like this, I was the first one to arrive.

Before he even reached the door, he shouted:

"May I ask...who are you looking for?"

The woman took off the scarf that was wrapped around her face, revealing a somewhat round face. Even though her face was dusty and her lips were chapped, she still couldn't hide her delicate features and childishness. With this face, she would probably only be able to walk around in the world after beheading someone.

It's only when you hold a bloody knife that it becomes somewhat intimidating.

"You have lived up to your expectations!"

"That man is very particular."

"Walked a bit of water."

A whole big old hen, stir-fried with mushrooms, fills a big pot, fragrant and smooth, and adds a pot of fried two-sided yellow, in a hurry, it is also a good dish for entertaining guests.

This is also interesting.

"Mr. laughed."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

She glanced at the room, focused on Song You, and then immediately looked at Chen Han:

No knockers are used, it is slightly more powerful than Song You.

"Maybe."

It would be wrong to say that it has never faded.

"rational."

So he lightly clicked the door knocker, and there was a beeping sound.

Chen Han looked back at Song You and didn't dare to delay. He walked to the door and immediately opened the door.

"oh?"

Only then did Song You vaguely realize that when he came out of the tea stall and took a few steps, when he turned around and looked back, the old man selling tea was asking where a group of people from the world were going, and she was among the group of people from the world.

"As entrusted by your old father, I brought you a letter."

"Outside Yidu City, there is a tea stall along the road."

"Chen Han and Chen Gong."

After reading it, I burst into tears.

It was almost noon by this time.

"Going back."

"I am Chen Han!"

"Nice name."

What came from outside was a female voice:

"Is this Chen Han's home?"

I couldn't hear the words clearly amidst the crying, I could only vaguely make out words such as "The child is unfilial" and "Thank you sir".

"I'm just curious."

"Please come in quickly!!"

Song You only felt that he had gained a little more knowledge.

"This is a suitable name for a man."

As she spoke, she handed the bamboo tube to Chen Han. She spoke with the crispness and ease of a Jianghu person, and paused: "But it seems that someone is already ahead of me."

Then he whispered:

"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

Mr. and Mrs. Chen quickly brought the food.

Chen Han immediately stretched out his hands, took the bamboo tube tremblingly and respectfully, immediately unscrewed the mud seal, took out the letter paper, held it in his hand and read only two or three lines, his eyes were already red.

The voice is much rougher than the appearance.

"Dong dong dong."

So in the afternoon, there was smoke from the Chen family again.

Inside the door was a dark, thin, middle-aged man with disheveled clothes and a beard. He had a vicissitudes of life, a look of shock and respect.

"I think so. I heard that the group of people tried to run away that night, but winter thunder and thunderbolts from the clear sky beat them half to death. It was probably the appearance of Grandpa Yue Wang who captured them."

"Many of my names also have Taoist rhymes."

"You are a wonderful person."

She looked at Song You, and Song You looked at her.

There is a yard inside, neither big nor small, and there are some chickens, so you can bring horses in.

"Destined."

When he arrived at the door of his house, the sun was already over his head. Song You stood at the door, hoping that Chen Han had not moved and was at home today.

Song You's talk was not that high.

"I knew it!"

"But the money was stolen?"

If a gentleman does not set up his melon fields and plum trees, Song You will follow him out.

"My horses are obedient and don't need to be tied up, and they won't wander around. My cats are also sensible and won't hurt the chickens and ducks under their feet." Song You said, casually pulling out the bamboo tube from his quilt bag and handing it to the man -

"Sir..."

"It's true that it was taken by a Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain. But I don't think it sounds good. I'm afraid the Taoist priest said it casually."

The woman repeated it again, but continued to stare at Song You with eager eyes:

So he added:

"meet again."

"As the saying goes, my parents are not far away from home, but pitiful me, a son of a human being, is thousands of miles away and has not been back for two or three years. My mother is so sick from overwork that she has to ask someone to bring a letter...
To be continued...