After picking the herbs with Sun Simiao, Gu Qing came to the storytelling place again. The children playing with mud had been waiting here for a long time. They came to them and spoke, "We won't tell stories today."

The children were staring blankly.

Swish! He shook the fan hard, and Gu Qing said, "Your parents can make money, but in fact you can make money too."

"How can a child make money?" The fat man's face was still speaking with a rebellious look on his face.

Gu Qing swears himself hard, "Now I can let you make money. Your parents in your family have a long life, and their children can make money!"

After a while after a ghost-loving eyes and a mischievous trick, Gu Qing finally used the temptation of each person and a penny to help him pick tea.

"We have helped you with work, so you won't give it money."

How could this little fat man say so much? Gu Qing still smiled when he thought so in his heart, "You have so many people looking at me, can I still run away? Is it still the same rule that each person costs one penny?"

The little fat man waved his fist, "If you dare to run..."

"Let your father beat me up, right?" Gu Qing said as he walked.

A strange scenery appeared three miles outside Tongguan. An eleven or twelve-year-old child carried a large bamboo basket and walked across the fields to the hills.

There are tea trees on the mountain in groups of three or three, but not many, not many.

Putting down the big bamboo basket, Gu Qing pointed to the tea tree and said, "Listen, it's the leaves of this kind of tree. Don't pick them wrongly!"

"Why pick the leaves?" the fat man said as he was about to pick them, and the child started to act in groups of three or three.

Gu Qing shouted, "Don't be lazy, anyone who is lazy will have no salary."

Hearing this, children's enthusiasm for work is even higher. Will it be too shameless to call children? It is useless under the condemnation of conscience. Gu Qing lies on the stone to enjoy the spring breeze, letting the children experience life, and letting them know the bitterness of their parents' money. Well! It feels much more comfortable to think about it this way, and there is also an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

The more farmers working in the fields looked at the scenery, the more surprising it became.

A group of children were covered in grass and mud, and the bamboo baskets in front of them were also full of

"Pay wages!" The little fat man wiped his sweat, but he didn't know that there was mud on his hands and his face was covered.

He took out his money bag and shouted: "Everyone line up and come to collect the money one by one."

"You're just a penny."

"You're just a penny."

"You're just a penny, too."

...

"You're another article, hey..." Gu Qing hurriedly stopped. The fat man looked so familiar. He looked up and saw the fat man, "Didn't you just received your salary? Don't be greedy, go home quickly."

The children finally scattered after receiving the money. Gu Qing looked at Man Zhulou's tea leaves and looked at him, "It's all money. It should not be a good place in Tongguan of the Tang Dynasty. Chang'an is the imperial capital, and there are many rich people in Chang'an."

Gu Qing was carrying a bamboo basket and saw that cool guy again. The other party was still cool. He was throwing fishing lines to prepare for fishing...

Gu Qing approached and looked at his fish hook and said, "How can you catch fish with such a hook?"

He grinned and threw the fishing line into the river, as if Jiang Taigong was fishing. He looked at the horizontal knife Gu Qing and became interested, "You used to be a soldier."

Yang Sheng nodded.

"Do you know how to do it?" Gu Qing continued to ask.

“…”

"You can't be a killer, right?" Gu Qing continued, "Who are you going to kill recently?"

Yang Sheng took a deep breath and ignored the guy beside him.

Gugu… As Gu Qing spoke, Yang Sheng’s stomach started to scream. Gu Qing thought no wonder he was fishing. He couldn’t eat anymore. Seeing that his clothes were patched, he didn’t live well. He took out a dry steamed bun from his arms and handed it to him and said, “For you to eat.”

With the dry and cracked steamed bun in front of him, Yang Sheng still had a cool expression, "Why should I eat your food?"

"Forget it if you don't eat it." Gu Qing took back the steamed bun, took a bite in front of him, and chewed it.

Yang Sheng: “…”

"I'm having fun with you." As he said that, Gu Qing took out another steamed bun and threw it to him, "I'm in a good mood today, I'll share one."

Yang Sheng hesitated for a few breaths, and finally took the steamed bun and started eating it voraciously.

"Life is not easy." Gu Qing sat beside him and said.

After eating the steamed bun, Yang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, "I went to war at the age of sixteen. When I came back from fighting for more than ten years, I only had the strength and this knife."

The river surface was very calm, Gu Qing: "What does it look like to be a soldier in war?"

"Human life is not life." Yang Sheng looked at the motionless fishing line, "It's terrible. Many people died, many people died under the city and became human ladders, allowing the people behind to attack the city wall. This Tang Dynasty was made of the flesh and blood of soldiers..."

He said quietly, "Once it was a heavy snow day, and it was cold and we were intercepting the reinforcements of the Emperor of Sui. We squatted in the snow for more than ten days, and my brother and I leaned against each other..."

"While we were chatting, he said he wanted to sleep for a while." Yang Sheng said with red eyes: "When I wanted to wake him up, I found that he couldn't wake up. He was frozen to death. At that time, he smiled and told me that her wife was pregnant before he joined the army, and her wife waited for him to go home to name the child..."

"After the war, I went back and found her wife. When I saw her holding the child, she looked happy. After the war, my husband should go home. I didn't dare to say that her husband was dead. I told her that her husband would come back a few days later. I left all the money given in the army to her. Do you know what kind of feeling?"

"I know..." Gu Qing said and stood up, "It's getting late and it's time for me to go back."

After walking a few steps, he looked back at Yang Sheng's desolate back, and felt a little sympathetic to him. He returned to the broken temple and found a useable broken iron pot. Then he set up the pot to set the fire and started to stir-fry tea. He recalled that he felt uncomfortable without a cup of tea after the meal.

"A man with a horse, mighty..." Gu Qing sang a song while stir-frying hard.

Sun Simiao looked at the apprentice who was frying the unknown leaves with a look of surprise, and the more it was frying, he couldn't help but take a breath, and whispered, pulling his beard: "How to cure this crazy crazy..."

After frying the tea, Gu Qing quickly brewed a cup and handed it to Sun Simiao, "Master, please have tea."

"Why don't you drink it yourself?" Sun Simiao looked at the tea and was disgusted.

"Haha..." Gu Qing smiled and said, "How can I know what I cooked? What if someone dies?"

Sun Simiao's face gradually turned red...
Chapter completed!