Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1688 Backfired (three more)
When rolling mountains appeared in front of her line of sight, Yang Ruoqing knew that her destination was approaching.

There is no need to beat the donkey and flat horse when going up the mountain, and the mule going down the mountain.

This is going to climb a mountain, and horses are definitely not needed.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know how long it would take for her to come down after entering the mountain, so she released the horse.

"This trip into the mountains, I can't even protect myself, let alone cover you."

"I have released you now, you can find a way out by yourself, cherish each other!"

She fed the horse one last time, watered it, and stroked its head.

The horse is a very spiritual animal, and it seems that it can feel Yang Ruoqing's complicated mood at this time.

It stuck out its tongue to lick Yang Ruoqing's arm, and snorted.

Yang Ruoqing smiled wryly, raised her hand and patted it on the head: "Okay, let's go!"

Seeing the figure of the horse disappear, she also picked up the bundle and plunged into the mountains in front of her.

Changed the clothes of local residents and walked on the rugged mountain road, his eyes glanced at the surrounding scenery.

This route was provided by Uncle Jue. Walking along this road, there will be many villages of different sizes along the way.

Yang Ruoqing gave up the kind of blanket search and inquiry from village to village.

Because this is not Daqi's Gujia Village and Hongcun, this is Nanman.

Asking around, coupled with the fact that he is an unfamiliar face, will inevitably attract the attention of interested people.

If there is too much movement, it will be counterproductive.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing planned to change her strategy, first find a village to lurk, and then secretly pay attention to the movements around her.

Which village to hide in?

Heiyanzhai, where Uncle Old Jue grew up, seems to be a good choice.

It's just that the road leading to Heiyanzhai is very different from what Old Jue Shu told me!
Hey, think about it, too. Uncle Jue hasn’t returned to the mountains for 14 years. Fourteen seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are enough to change a lot of things.

Forget it, if you can't find Heiyan village, don't force it. First, find a nearby village to settle down, and then ask slowly.

After walking for a day and a night, the route given by Uncle Lao Jue couldn't go through.

No way, the next thing to do is to figure it out on your own.

In this way, after trekking in the mountains for two days and two nights, at noon this day, Yang Ruoqing came to a valley.

In this valley, it is very quiet.

Like a huge mouth, thin and long moso bamboos grow on the soft red soil on the surrounding mountain walls, and there is also a kind of plant with particularly thick and broad leaves.

The pen and ink of autumn has left the strongest stroke here.

Golden wild chrysanthemums bloom beside the gurgling stream.

The water flow is clear, and the peculiarly shaped pebbles under the water are clearly visible.

The little fish shuttled freely among the soft aquatic plants. The air is good, the sun is warm, and the scenery is beautiful.

Just like a picture scroll in the world, it's a pity that the people in this painting are not in the mood to look at the scenery.

Yang Ruoqing came to the edge of the stream, took a handful of stream water and poured it into her mouth.

I was dying of thirst, my throat was so dry that I was about to catch fire.

The cool and sweet stream water slid into the throat, and the whole person came alive.

Looking down, his figure was reflected in the water.

An authentic village girl in the mountains, this face, because she used some things to cover it up.

The eyebrows have faded, the curvature of the corners of the eyes has also changed, and some dark yellow things have been smeared on the haggard face.

On both sides of the bridge of the nose, there are a few scattered freckles.

The mouth is a bit chapped, unkempt, and thrown in the crowd, the kind that can't be picked out at all.

"Hey, there is no one else with this look."

Yang Ruoqing looked at herself in the water and secretly smiled wryly.

"I don't know if Tang Yazi can still recognize himself when such a self stands in front of him?"

"And Chen'er, will you cry in fright when you see such an ugly girl?"

While pouring water into her mouth, Yang Ruoqing was thinking wildly in her mind.

These wild thoughts are the driving force that drives her to search all the way.

Only by constantly thinking about these things can she have the courage and strength to trek alone in this mountain...

There was a sudden commotion in the woods behind him.

Yang Ruoqing turned around abruptly, and saw a black back running over from behind the extremely wide and fat wild plants.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front, and it turned out to be an adult wild boar.

At the same time she found this wild boar, that wild boar also saw Yang Ruoqing.

Its little pig eyes were filled with blood, and its whole body was full of fury.

Seemingly feeling extremely disgusted with this ugly human woman who appeared in the valley, the wild boar roared and rushed towards her.

Yang Ruoqing looked innocent.

Brother Wild Boar, it's my fault that I'm ugly, but I didn't offend you, why do you want to hurt each other like this?

Complaining silently, she was still squatting by the stream, but her other hand was already touching her waist.

There is a soft whip hidden there. When not in use, it is stored close to the body without showing the mountain dew.

When you need to use it, just twitch it, shake it, it's a sharp weapon for killing people and looting goods.

The herd of wild boars came, and she had to hide for a while, but she, Yang Ruoqing, really didn't pay attention to this single wild boar.

However, the next moment, she stopped touching the whip.

Because from the place where wild boars haunted, three hunting dogs rushed out.

The three hounds reminded him one by one, they looked like the kind of wild dogs in the mountains that guard the house.

The three hounds all wore the same black leather ring around their necks, and they should have been raised by the same person.

The three Hound brothers were obviously running towards the wild boar. The three of them rushed forward and surrounded the wild boar at a very fast speed.

There was a frenzied hoarse when it came up, and the three brothers of the hunting dog beat up the male wild boar, screaming and screaming.

The originally quiet and pleasant valley, like a picture scroll, suddenly became lively, and all the birds resting on the nearby treetops were startled.

And Yang Ruoqing, as if frightened by the fight in front of her, fell to the ground, so frightened that she forgot to run away.

At the same time, a feathered arrow flew towards him.

It stabbed firmly into the wild boar's back, and the wild boar let out a scream in pain.

With all the strength in his body, he asked the three brothers to drive the hunting dog, turned around and fled away in embarrassment in the depths of the dense forest.

The three brothers of the hunting dog still wanted to chase, and a loud whistle sounded.

The three hound brothers immediately turned around and rushed towards the direction of the whistle. Then, the three brothers wagged their tails and jumped, surrounded by a tall and burly young man coming from there.

"Good job, the three of you are patrolling the side, don't run around!"

The young man patted one of the dogs on the head, turned around and strode towards the stream.

"Girl, are you okay?"

He stopped in front of Yang Ruoqing, bent down, and looked at her with concern.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head, on her dark yellow and freckled face, she looked as if she was still in shock.

His eyes flicked over the body of the young man in front of him, seeing his clothes, and a hare and a pheasant hanging from his waist.

As well as a pair of homemade bows and arrows on his shoulders, Yang Ruoqing guessed that he should be a hunter.

Moreover, when he talked to the dog and her just now, he spoke the language of the Gaoshan tribe.

(End of this chapter)