Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 863 The pit is 160 meters deep, Mojiu’s Peach Blossom Spring (5)
Did they know him?Xue Fang felt that this person was overly enthusiastic.

But the more enthusiastic ones are yet to come. Along the way, shopkeeper Lin is giving him Xinglong Mountain by chance—this Xinglong Mountain that he looks completely unfamiliar to him.

It is no longer the original wild forest and wild land, it looks like a well-built mountain city.

Xue Fang felt as if he had gone to the wrong place.

Seeing shopkeeper Lin riding a donkey, he had to slow down and asked in a low voice, "Master, is this really Xinglong Mountain?"

"Isn't it Xinglong Mountain?" Looking at the peach forests on both sides spit out tender green shoots, shopkeeper Lin couldn't close his smile, "Brother is a foreigner, right? I didn't come to Xinglong Mountain to deliver any letters. , but you also want to go to Jiuye and become a disciple of the Mohist?"

This old man seems a little presumptuous?Xue Fang was inconvenient to argue, so he murmured vaguely, and then glanced at the smooth roads among the lush mountains, shook his head strangely, rubbed his eyes again, and answered irrelevantly, "Master, this is indeed from Jinzhou." Xinglong Mountain?"

Shopkeeper Lin felt that the young man was so strange, and he didn't know what he thought of, so he restrained his expression and stopped the little donkey.

"Brother, where did you come from?"

The old man questioned him instead?Xue Fang couldn't laugh or cry, and said honestly, "Come to Bianjing."

Hearing about Bianjing, shopkeeper Lin's face became even more ugly, "What are you doing up the mountain?"

Xue Fang sighed helplessly, "Look for Master Jiu, and send a letter to Master Jiu!"

Shopkeeper Lin looked him up and down for a while, and said with a sneer, "Aren't you from the Ping country, and you want to go up the mountain to do something outrageous?"

Xue Fang: "My lord, I am an authentic Nanrong native."

"Nanrong people can't do it either! Nanrong people can't do things that hurt nature." Shopkeeper Lin looked at him with a serious face, brushing his beard and looking at him for a long time. He probably looked honest in his dusty appearance, and hummed again, "Little Brother, you have to be conscientious to be a human being. If the old man leads you to meet Jiu Ye, you must not have any bad thoughts. If not, you will be able to go up the mountain, but you can’t come down the mountain, so you can’t blame me?"

Although Xue Fang himself also admired Mo Jiu, he felt that the shopkeeper Lin's attitude towards Lord Jiu seemed a little "deified".

After thinking for a while, he slapped the horse slowly, circled Shopkeeper Lin's little donkey, and asked seriously, "Have you ever received the favor of the Ninth Master?"

With a soft "sneer", shopkeeper Lin looked at him with an unwelcome look, "My brother is asking a strange question, who among the people living in eight villages has not received the favor of Master Jiu? No Jiu Lord, how can everyone have a good life today?"

Seeing Xue Fang's silence, he said again: "Eight months ago, my poor old man was still a woodcutter on the mountain. There were eight people in my family. After eating the last meal, there was no next meal. The ninth master came. Xinglong Mountain It became Xinglong Town, with cloth spinning machines, mechanical plows, and sugar presses, and the imperial court exempted them from taxes and labor... Isn't everyone's life easier? Brother, if you say something that doesn't please you, you Don't make fun of the little old man for being energetic, not to mention the nearby counties, even the capital Lin'an may not live as well as our people in Xinglong Mountain."

The prosperity of Lin'an is famous all over the world, no matter how good Xinglong Mountain is, how can it compare to Lin'an?
Xue Fang disagreed in his heart, but at this moment, a dark head emerged from the nearby peach grove.

"Shopkeeper Lin!" It was a short, lean man with a black face. He smiled and said a few words to Shopkeeper Lin. He heard that he was going to take the helm of the Mo family on the mountain. Without saying a word, he went back to the peach forest. At that time, he drove a shelf truck and pulled a cart of fresh eggs over to go up the mountain with them.

(End of this chapter)