After breakfast.

Song You had stood at the door, put the quilt bag on the horse's back, turned around and said goodbye to the people behind him:

"Thank you host for your warm hospitality, and thank you sir for informing me of the situation ahead. I will take my leave now."

"Thank you! Thanks to your husband, I saved my baby. My family is also poor. We don't have much money. We only have some copper coins and a little kindness to buy some water for my husband on the way." The host took out a small bunch of copper coins and handed them to Song You.

Follow him, embarrassed and reluctant to leave, "Sir, don't be too young."

"I have already invited the old gentleman. I just met him by chance. The icing on the cake. How can I get you to pay twice for one thing?" Song You naturally saw the reluctance on the host's face, and at this time Song You

, and unlike Song You who ate a big meal yesterday, he refused simply and calmly, but did not say anything else, "Please take it back."

"Sir, please accept it."

"..."

When I was trying to avoid it, the old gentleman's voice happened to be heard next to me: "I also want to thank you for your advice."

"I can't call it worthy, I don't dare to be worthy of it."

The old gentleman's words came just right.

Song You was saved from trouble, and his host retracted his hand. His attention was diverted and he was less embarrassed.

The host felt ashamed and happy for a moment, very conflicted, but it was not easy to see it on his face. He followed Song You out, and asked with concern as he walked: "Sir, should you still go to Xiangle County?"

“We’ve already come this far, and I’m too lazy to go around any further.”

"There are hundreds of miles of uninhabited road over there!"

"Not afraid."

Song You leaned on his bamboo stick, turned around and said with a smile: "You two stay here, don't send us far away."

As expected, the two of them stopped.

The two sides bowed solemnly, which was regarded as a formal farewell. Song You then turned around and left, walking through the village along this path.

Take your time and watch as you walk.

The quaint village actually has a lot of charm.

The houses here are mainly made of earthen walls, some have thatched roofs, and some have tile roofs. Although life is not good, traffic is blocked, and shopping is inconvenient, every household has a door in front of it.

I planted many fruit trees behind my house in an effort to make my life better. Spring has just arrived in the middle of the year, and peach, plum and pear flowers are blooming, as if competing to see who can bloom better. In the quaint villages, red, pink and white flowers are blooming on one tree after another.

A tree is so bright and conspicuous in its rather dark tones. I guess it is beautiful in the eyes of literati and the poor people in the mountains, right?

As long as the literati can write a poem, the mountain people can only laugh and feel comfortable.

There are different levels of literary talent, but there is no difference in emotion.

It happened to be a light rain last night and many petals fell.

Some fell on the stone road, some fell on the bluestone steps, and some fell on the tile roof of a certain house. They were covered all over, and I couldn't even bear to step on them when I walked by.

Pure beauty will destroy all arrogance. No matter where you come from, there will only be appreciation and wonder in your heart.

The bamboo stick and mango shoes beat the horse easily.

Why not go the extra mile?

After leaving the village, Song You strode forward.

There are many pear blossoms on the roadside, like snow, passing through them. This kind of scene seems to only appear in dreams.

"The day after tomorrow seems to be the vernal equinox."

A head immediately popped out of the cloth pocket on the horse's back, with doubtful eyes open:

"What is the Vernal Equinox?"

"It's a solar term."

"Jingzhe!"

"right."

"Is there going to be thunder the day after tomorrow?"

"Do not hit."

"Is it going to rain?"

Song You couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

Yizhou people like to use the word "luoyu" instead of "rain". Coupled with the soft and thin sound of the calico cat and her tone, it seems that rain has become a gift falling from the sky.

Then he shook his head and replied:

"probably not."

"Can you tell fortunes?"

"Won't."

"Aren't you a Taoist priest?"

"Fake Taoist priest."

"Can't fake Taoists tell fortunes?"

"At least I won't."

"Why?"

"Because fortune telling is difficult to learn."

"Why?"

Crisp questions kept coming from behind, making Song You very curious. He had met ordinary cats before, and some of them liked to chat with people. When someone said something, he would meow. Could it be that he was also asking questions?

Walking around was boring, but he was patient:

"Because fortune telling is not only complicated and difficult to learn, but also requires extremely high talent. It requires two contradictory thinking abilities. One requires you to ignore rationality and fully trust the mysterious and mysterious feeling, while the other requires you to be rigorous and rigorous.

Use rigorous thinking to deduce, and you can’t make any mistakes or neglect at all.”

"Can't understand."

"Forget it if you don't understand."

"Can't you?"

"I can not do it."

"You're not smart enough."

"..."

Song You was silent for a moment and looked back at her, just in time to look at the little head that poked out:

"Miss Sanhua, come down and go."

"Why?"

"Because I'm walking too."

"Why?"

"Stay with me."

"oh……"

The calico cat immediately pupated in the cloth pocket, found a suitable position, and jumped out.

Whether it was because the horse was too high or because it kept walking, she didn't stand firm when she landed and her feet slipped. Even though she stabilized her body, she still felt a little embarrassed.

Song You glanced at her lightly and smiled softly:

"I knew you could wrestle."

"I didn't fall, I just slipped."

"I knew you could slip."

"how do you know?"

"Guess."

The calico cat trotted with small steps and caught up with him. Then it tilted its head and stared at him. After thinking for a while, it said firmly:

"You also said you can't tell fortunes!"

"I won't."

"Then how do you know it won't rain the day after tomorrow?"

"The weather has been very good these days."

"Then how do you know that the day after tomorrow is the vernal equinox?"

"I remember."
To be continued...