Straw sandals kick and tread, flew around and flew on the country road, walking in the vast wilderness.

In the vast wilderness, the little girl with round eyes and clothes in the country intervenes strongly in the world, condenses into a comma, and firmly writes the life to continue.

Erya and the bamboo basket arrived in the town, next to the bamboo craftsman who weaved the basket.

The bamboo craftsman smiled and said, "Little girl, it's you."

Erya nodded: "Uncle, ask you something, I want to sell my colorful birds, where should I sell them?"

The bamboo craftsman stretched his neck to look at her back basket, and several birds flapped their wings.

"Girl, who can't buy birds if you can't eat enough? It's just a thing."

Erya tilted her head and said, "There are people who can fill their stomachs."

The bamboo craftsman was speechless: "Uh... it's still not possible in the town. Girl, it's still early. You can run a few more miles to go to Huayunfang in the county."

"Huayunfang?"

"yes."

When the bamboo craftsman saw her coming alone, she was thin and thin, and couldn't bear it, so he carried the basket and ran the few miles with her.

Erya carried a basket on her back and asked while rushing to the road: "Old bamboo craftsman, why don't you stay at the corner of the street?"

"I'm your father."

"ah?!"

"You are a girl, go to the entrance of the Song and Dance House to sell birds. Don't sell them. You are caught. For the sake of giving me ten copper coins last time, I will be your father. If the owner comes out and invites you in, you will say that my father is here, and I won't go."

"Okay, okay." Erya agreed with a smile. The old bamboo craftsman is still kind-hearted.

The singing and dancing workshop is not like the home yard, it is purely a singing and dancing. There are many "elegant" people. If you buy a colorful bird and give it to the singer or a lover you like, you are a vassal and elegant.

Erya stood at the entrance of Huayunfang with a bamboo basket, opened her mouth and then opened her mouth, without making any sound. The birds were rushing in the basket, chirping. The bamboo basket was tight, and only the sound was heard, but no trace was seen.

The well-dressed young men walked over in front of her, as if she was not as good as her, as if she was not as good as her.

The people with the money left one by one, but Erya still blushed and didn't open her mouth.

The bamboo craftsman put down the basket, took out a flat top cover, and opened his mouth and said, "Girl, use my cover to hold it."

The bamboo craftsman grabbed the colorful birds one by one, tied them with thin wire ropes on their legs, and tied them to the top cover, letting Erya push them to the top, and the seven colorful birds were happily on Erya's head, fluttering in the eyes of the young masters.

"Look at that, what's the thing?"

"There are a lot of birds jumping on a girl's head, wow, there are red and purple."

"How beautiful, it's so interesting, buy it for my Ying'er..."

The young men came over with curiosity and their wallets.

Erya's eyes fell on the purse beside them and opened her mouth: "All the gods, buy a spiritual bird to give to the people you love, which can bring you luck."

"Interesting, this little beggar has a clever mouth." A young man shook his fan and lit a red bird.

The boy looked cold and thought to himself that the young master didn't know. I didn't know yet. He was just a sparrow, but Ying'er couldn't resist the young master's love. He asked coldly: "How many?"

Erya's face was filled with smiles, her hands spread out and handed over: "One or a tael of silver."

The boy's teeth suddenly hurt and looked at Erya coldly.

Erya stared at him with a smile, and a few words squeezed out from her teeth: "Ling Que'er, good luck..."

The young master turned around and wanted to meet his Ying'er. The child endured the toothache and took out the silver and threw it into her open hand.

The bamboo craftsman looked straight and kept swallowing his saliva. This girl was a cruel person, but she was just a sparrow, and she wanted one tael of silver.

A few young men rushed over and lit the fan. Erya had four more dollars in her hand.

She happily and carefully stuffed the silver into the close-fitting bag, raised her big smile, and shouted: "Ling Que'er, Ling Que'er, Yiming relieves lovesickness, Erming relieves the meaning of flowers, come and have a look!"

The bamboo craftsman stood behind her sleeves, frightened to hear and frightened to see. This girl was so crazy that she could write poetry.

Erya understands it. She doesn’t sell sparrows, but culture.

In front of Huayunfang, people came and went, gradually forming a circle. The wallets were all shrunk and had a lot of time. They joked at Erya curiously and reached out to scare the bird on her head.

Erya held the top cover, held her toes, and hid around. Only a clear and bright sound was childish, piercing through the crowd, through the dust, and meandering.

There is a shop at the intersection of the street with a plaque written on it: Knife and Pen Store, which sells both knives and pens and inks.

Two old white beards followed the scholar in a gray cloth gown and paid. The scholar bought a lot of paper and pen, which were very expensive.

The white-bearded old men whispered: "It took a hundred taels of silver. He thought he was buying cabbage?"

"There is no choice. The head of the family said that the military advisor should be a scholar and take the imperial examination, so he can buy it."

"We are in Green Forest, but he wants to take the imperial examination?"

"Yes, yes, let's take a turn to save the country."

"Blind, I see, he just looks down on us with a stinky air..."

"Say a few words and don't let him hear it."

"Ling Bird, Ling Bird..."

"What sound?"

"Some people sell birds in front of Huayunfang, and many people..."

"You go out and have a look."

"good."

A white beard floated out and approached the group of people surrounding Erya.

On the other side of the street, a group of people swayed and walked in front of the crowd, a young master wearing a brocade suit and a brocade hat.

"Ling Bier, Ling Bier..." A crisp voice came to his ears.

The servant reported it: "Young Master, there is a funny guy in front of me, a birdman."

The young master immediately became interested: "Birdman?"

He ran up all of a sudden, and the brocade on his body bounced with his body.

The people with a shaggy wallet saw the brocade running towards them early in the morning and immediately scattered birds and beasts, hiding from afar, watching Erya's lively fun.

The old bamboo craftsman shrank his neck deeply and had no time to say in Erya's ear: "The heart of Gui Dahu's family cannot be aroused, so escape!"

He picked up the basket and ran away, standing with the people watching the fun.

Erya was alone, facing the cover, and he ran into his heart and soul head-on.

In Erya's round eyes, brocade heart-opened and her big body rushed towards her.

He just heard him screaming: "It's really a bird man, but he's still a girl. Come and take it back to be my tenth girl. Let her take it against the bird every day, it's fun!"

Erya quickly took off the top cover, covered her face, turned around and ran away!

While running, he untied the rope on Que'er's legs and raised his hands and sprinkled the birds, and Que'er circled over the crowd happily.

Jinduan was beating his heart to grab the birds in the air. The crowd pushed and shoved, and was in a panic. Someone tripped him and stepped on his soft body.

"Ah! Kill the talents, take care of your hooves! I want my father to kill you and kill you!"

The crowd pushed and shoved, and the wolf flew.

Erya ran hard, and one of her straw sandals fell off. Her delicate skin stepped on the stone floor. A sharp stone pierced into her feet, and her heart-wrenching pain jumped into her teeth!

I dare not stop, run hard! Sweat on my forehead drop by drop.

Suddenly, a man bumped into the corner of his eyes, a white-bearded, rustic and civil-clothed man.

He reached out and picked up Erya's back collar and lifted it hard.
Chapter completed!