When he arrived at the entrance of the village, the carriage stopped, and Xiapi smiled and said, "Military advisor, we are here."

The scholar lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the hills, fields, soil, crops, yellow leaves, and withered flowers. Isn’t this the girl’s house?

"Why did you bring me here?" Qingjun's face was alienated.

"Well, military advisor, we know Erya in this village. You don't even have an identity now, and you don't want to reveal the traces of being lost. Looking for a normal family in this way, and gradually having an identity is the right way." Xiapi smiled awkwardly.

"How to call me "Slowly have an identity?" the scholar frowned.

"That, that..." Xiapi wanted to say, if you marry into someone, wouldn't you have a status? But scholars are all noble. He dare not provoke this nobleness, so he had to make a point: "Military advisor, Erya is a friend of our copycat. Only she knows our identity and doesn't mind. You feel wronged and wait for us to mediate and let the village chief give you a household certificate."

The scholar was speechless, and a new identity was indeed what he needed most at the moment.

Lan Erya, the scholar, thought silently, and the figure of the coarse linen deep in his mind appeared at this moment, and was lost in the mud and stones. But what she had done and said was very different from the mud and stones, like the fragrant flowers blooming on the mud and stones. "The spirit bird, the spirit bird, the one sound of the lovesickness, the other sound of the flowers to relieve the meaning of the flowers..."

Why is a country girl who is like a scattered person?

Seeing that the scholar seemed to be in a daze, Xia Pi said again: "That girl is an idea, very energetic, better than our big old men, look..."

The scholar's eyes were withdrawn, frost fell, his head was dotted, and he said, "Just go to her house. Before I can't go, I have to do something."

At the wood door, Erya was packing up the basket and hoe, and went out side by side with Daya to sort out the two-part ground. The straw sandals and the ground made a sound of dragging and dragging, and walked. The sound was interrupted by a call. "Eiya, cousin is here."

Erya turned her head and saw two white beards walking towards her with a gray cloth.

"Erya, where are you going?" Xiapi smiled.

"We're going to dig the ground, you're here again, are you bringing wheat seeds?"

The shrimp skin was stiff: "Uh, we haven't been to buy it yet. After we have finished sending the gift, we will go buy food and seeds..."

"Gift?" Erya frowned and looked over. The two white beards held a stack of books in their hands, and the scholar following behind them was empty.

The scholar's legs are long and his outlines are elegant. He is not wearing a mask today.

But... it's better to wear a mask...

"What gifts did you bring, these books?" Erya frowned even more.

"Ah! No, no, no, that, can you let your cousin come in and chat?"

Da Ya quietly pulled Er Ya's sleeve and said, "Did you come to deliver food last time? It's better if you are not a bad person."

It is hard to define whether they are bad people. However, these books are better than swords and can resolve hostility.

She raised her hand and said, "Let's go to the yard."

"Okay, okay." Xia Pi and Yuanzi squeezed into the wood door with their books in their arms.

Looking at the courtyard, there are three thatched huts and a low kitchen. There is a water tank at the entrance of the kitchen, a small pool, and the bluestone slabs next to the pool are wet and wet. The only place where you can put books is the wooden cover of the water tank.

They rushed over, relieved their burdens, and breathed a sigh of relief. A stack of books was placed on the water tank, and then they had time to come to Erya.

Seeing the half-grown girl next to her, she looked at them and when they looked over, her eyes ran away.

Xiapi pointed at her and asked, "Eya, who is this?"

Erya blocked her body in front of Daya and said, "My sister, you can hide away."

Xia Pi bent down, bowed, and smiled on his face, "Erya, come today, my cousin has something to do to ask you for help."

"What can I do to you?"

"Didn't my cousin just say that there was a gift to you? I saw that he was our gift." Xia Pi pointed at the scholar.

The scholar looked at the exterior walls of their houses from the door until he entered the door. Can they be called walls? The yard is also yellow soil and there is no stone slab. The house is made of haystacks, the roof is grass, the walls are mud and grass, and there are also kitchens and meals, low and low, black and black. He stood in the yard, and his eyes were seen without any obstacles. Seeing that the village was almost all thatched huts were low and dark.

How did she bring out the colorful spirit birds in this low and darkness, and chant that sentence, one cry of lovesickness and two cry of flowery meaning.

Erya's eyes fell on the scholar and glanced at him, and she slapped her lips with a difficult corner, and her brows turned into bumps. It turned out that he was so ugly, with a sick look on his face, not much yellow, and his eyes drooped. Only a thread of eyes could be seen. His only advantage is that his body is quite tall and he looks a little strength in his arms and legs.

One word: Very ugly! Very ugly.

He moved his eyes hard, glanced at the shrimp skin, and his mouth twitched: "Where does this cousin come from?"

Giving gifts to others is at least a good thing to the owner.

Xia Pi immediately raised his face and smiled, "This ceremony is so great. He is a scholar. He is a scholar and has a good body. He can work for you. He can be both literary and martial. No one can get this benefit. If you have any documents, please write them and have any strength to work, please let him do it."
Chapter completed!