When Shen Yuanjing arrived on Taohua Island, he not only did not see Huang Yaoshi, but even Guo Jing and Huang Rong were no longer here. It seemed that he had returned to Xiangyang. He had expected such a situation and was not disappointed.

He left the island, went to make a green robe, changed into a mask, and walked around the Jiangnan area.

That day, when I heard what the scholar surnamed Chen said, he came up with an idea, which was to pretend to be Huang Yaoshi and catch him.

This man is very arrogant. If he heard someone pretending to be a fake, he would definitely not let him go. Shen Yuanjing could wait for the rabbit without having to run around like a headless fly all day long.

He went to Jiaxing at the first stop. There was once Guiyun Village built by Lu Chengfeng, which was burned by Ouyang Feng. Later, he moved to Dasheng Pass. However, his son Lu Guanying was the chief leader of the water thieves in Taihu Lake, and often came here to lead the heroes.

Shen Yuanjing found a small boat, patted the water surface, and swept towards the center of the lake. Now the sky is clear, blue, and the sky is vast, which makes people feel refreshed. I occasionally saw floating clouds reflecting the water surface. I really don’t know whether it is the heaven and earth in the lake or the lake born in the sky.

He enjoyed the scenery for a while, then took the newly replaced jade flute and started playing it. The sound of the flute was melodious and emanated from the boat, like the water on the lake, rippling all the way, making people hear it, and their hearts were full of reverie.

There were two or three fishing boats, who saw them from a distance and did not get close. After a while, they rowed away again, and then a larger boat rushed over.

Shen Yuanjing saw Lu Guanying standing at the bow of the boat far away, and kept looking here. After the song ended, the other party dared to drive the boat forward. Gradually, he walked in, but he didn't dare to be too quick. He asked someone to stop paddling and rely on the last little forward force to stop and stop five feet away from the boat.

Seeing his outfit, Lu Guanying felt a stern heart, and hurriedly knelt down at the bow of the ship, kowtowed, and said, "Disciple has seen Master."

Shen Yuanjing looked at him sideways without turning his head, but just kept looking into the distance, as if thinking about something. After a long time, he glanced at Lu Guanying gently, slapped the water with one hand, and the boat quickly retreated and moved towards the shore.

Lu Guanying opened his mouth and did not dare to speak, so he could only let him leave. He knew that Huang Yaoshi was strange in nature and did not doubt it. Instead, he instructed his subordinates to go with him if they met again and did not disturb him.

Shen Yuanjing left Taihu Lake and headed towards Lujiazhuang again. This manor was built by Lu Zhanyuan at the time. It looked a little mottled outside. When he walked to the front yard, the gate had been broken, and there were spider webs hanging on it. The screen was painted in the inner hall. The moldy and conspicuous seats were scattered in several piles, which looked very dilapidated.

He calculated the time silently. It seemed that two or three years had passed when Li Mochou mentioned the ten-year agreement that he had already avenged her great revenge. No wonder the huge manor has become deserted.

He came here deliberately, letting the beggars outside the house see it. After staying for a while, he was very bored and was about to leave. Suddenly, a faint sound came from the face, followed by a few steps, walking for a while, and then stopped again.

Shen Yuanjing moved his feet and drifted over with the sound. The backyard house was burned a lot, and his arms were broken, very desolate. He almost turned around, crossed the weedy backyard, and found a remote place, hidden above a big tree, and looked down.

A thin figure sat on a short wooden pier, with a coarse linen on her body. She had sewn it hundreds of times, and was densely packed with patches. In front of her was a wooden basin that was a little old, washing several green leaves that looked like vegetables but not vegetables, but not grass but not grass.

"One, two, three... seven, eight, nine." To Shen Yuanjing's surprise, the voice was very delicate and crisp, and it was very pleasant to hear. It was a little girl. She counted while washing, and after washing, she counted again: "One, two, three... seven, eight, nine."

After counting, she stood up straight, wiped her forehead with her hands, and smiled, as if she was very happy. There was some sweat and mud on her face, which was curved, making her face paler even more, as if she was cured of a serious illness.

A pair of eyes shine brightly under the shade of the tree, and it is as bright as clear water, neither big nor small, and when you smile, it is curved into half a month, very soft.

After the little girl washed the vegetable leaves, she opened the door of the room behind her and saw that it was a wood-room. She took an iron pot from the inside and put it on a boss in the open space. Shen Yuanjing looked carefully and it seemed that it was a digging of earth stove.

She put the leaves in the pot, poured water, took out a white-washed handkerchief from her arms, spread it out carefully, and it looked like a piece of tree roots. She picked up a knife from somewhere, slowly cut the "tree roots" into pieces, and mixed them with the vegetables.

After putting the water, the little girl hesitated for a moment and went to the woodshed again. She carefully held a small cloth bag, reached out to it, clenched her fists tightly, and when she spread it out, it was a handful of dark yellow rice, about a hundred grains.

She leaned her hand and the rice grains fell into the pot one by one. Halfway through, she suddenly pinched her fist and murmured: "No, you can't eat too much at once, it will be gone after a few times." She reluctantly poured the remaining dozens of rice back into the cloth bag.

Maybe it was just now that it was harvesting too quickly. A piece of rice was on the edge of her palm, and accidentally fell to the ground. She was so anxious that tears appeared in her eyes. She quickly knelt on the ground, carefully picked up the rice grain with her fingers, and blew it clean with her mouth.

She held the rice grains, looked at the pot, and then looked at the cloth bag. She was a little embarrassed. She thought about it, gritted her teeth, put the rice grains back into the cloth bag, and then got up and walked towards the woodshed, licking the palm of the rice that had just been grabbing the rice while walking.

When she came back, she came over with a handful of dead branches, slowly broke into a small piece, and then put it in the earth stove to create a fire.

Shen Yuanjing was a little surprised. Why didn't she go to the house to cook. After a while, she saw the smoke coming out from several locations around the earthen stove, only a few feet up, and it disappeared before it was even higher than the courtyard wall.

He suddenly realized and praised in his heart: "What a smart child!" If you cook like this, the smoke will not be noticed. No one knows that there will be someone living in the deserted yard.

After a while, the lid of the pot started to sound. The little girl was calm and slowly reduced the firewood. The fire just went out at this moment.

She waited for the water vapor to breathe, opened the lid of the pot and saw that the "root slices" were slightly fat and full; the green leaves were lying softly in the middle, which was quite distinct; the most conspicuous were the dozens of slightly white rice grains, like stars in the night sky.

The little girl cheered and hurried to the inner room. She took out a wooden spoon, a pottery bowl and a pair of chopsticks made of wood. She took half of the food in the pot, sat aside, blew a few breaths, looked expectant, and couldn't wait to come and eat.

At this time, a gentle voice rang in her ear: "Little girl, how about I share a bowl?"
Chapter completed!