Raising the Demon

Chapter 36 A Donkey Named Treading Snow
"Buy a horse?" The old man was startled: "That's not affordable."

"But I really don't want to go back and forth. I still have a lot of days to come to Mengcheng. When will it be a good time to go like this... Otherwise, Qianshan, you can go to Fujun and talk to us, and open a village for us in Xiayan Village." Let's stop!"

Luo Qianshan was sipping porridge there, when he heard that he swallowed the scalding hot porridge in one mouthful, screaming hot.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not easy to build a post station, and you Xiayan Village can't afford a post station..." Luo Qianshan felt that Zi Baifeng was really strange, sometimes he was thoughtful, and sometimes he was too imaginative , speak without going through the brain.

"Isn't it just a few horses and a house..." Zi Baifeng muttered.

"You don't understand." Luo Qianshan shook his head, persuading him, "You should die as soon as possible, Mengcheng only built inns in two extremely remote villages, so those villages are still complaining, and the cost of the inns is as high as But it is not so easy to raise a stage horse if it needs to be apportioned by the location.”

"Then let's go buy one, a pony is also good..." Zi Baifeng begged his father, getting used to the days when he had a car when he went out in his previous life, Zi Baifeng walked fifty miles to Mengcheng Already hated it.

"Master Xiucai, if you want to find something to travel instead of, why don't you just buy a donkey or a mule?" The little soldier squatted in the corner holding a bowl of porridge and sipped it, hearing the words.

"Donkey? Mule?" Zi Baifeng was immediately disappointed, "Where is a horse so majestic..."

"Prestige? I'll give you a horse, can you ride it?" Luo Qianshan rolled his eyes, "Besides, Fujun is sometimes reluctant to use a horse-drawn cart when going out, but a donkey cart. Are you more expensive than Fujun?"

"Didn't we just take the carriage last time?" Zi Baifeng remembered that when he returned home last time, he took the carriage.

"That's the royal courteous treatment of you. You don't know what's good or bad. You don't know how long the old Qi at the inn complained to me. He used his precious horse to pull the cart, which made him feel bad."

Seeing Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes, Luo Qianshan immediately knew that the blind man had thrown all the winking eyes of the Emotional Palace Lord.

"Okay then..." Zi Baifeng said weakly, "Then... let's buy a mule..."

"You can't buy a mule either! If you want to buy it, you can only buy a donkey!" Zijian snorted beside him and stopped talking.If Zi Baifeng could reach out and touch his heart, he would definitely feel the pain in his heart. Buy a donkey just to travel to and from Mengcheng?This is too prodigal.

But his own son is now a guest of the Fujun, and every time he travels to and from Mengcheng, he has to come here, which is a bit too shabby, riding a donkey, there is always a mount for transportation.

"If you want to buy a donkey, I will ask Xiao Jiu to take you there. His family used to raise donkeys." Luo Qianshan pointed to his little soldier.

"Leave it to me!" The little soldier patted his chest loudly.

Zi Baifeng looked up at the sky, imagined himself riding on a donkey, and suddenly heaved a sigh.

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"I have a little donkey that I have never ridden. One day I rode it to the market on a whim. I held a small leather whip in my hand. I was very proud of it. Somehow, I fell into the mud..."

On the official road from Mengcheng to Xiayan Village, a black and white little donkey was walking along the road pulling a cart, its two long ears were shaking, and its hooves were beating on the road, making a crisp thumping sound. The nursery rhymes spread far and wide.

The little stone was riding on the back of the little donkey, waving a little whip, and singing excitedly.Zhuzi stretched out his hand to lead the donkey and walked in front. Zi Baifeng, Zijian and Zhuziniang were sitting in the back panel car. Zhuziniang's complexion improved a lot. He chatted with Zijian without a word, wondering if he was too distressed to buy a little donkey, Zijian was not very talkative, and he frowned and didn't know what he was thinking.

Zi Baifeng sighed and looked at the little donkey for a while, seeing its tail flicking, its four legs moving fast, walking easily and cheerfully, and couldn't help feeling a little happy.

"Little Shitou, come down quickly, let your uncle Zhuzi sit up too." Zijian said after watching Zhuzi walk for so long.

"It's okay." Zhu Zi cheerfully drove the donkey. Although it was not his own donkey, driving the donkey was much faster than pulling a cart by himself. The donkey walked very fast, and Zhu Zi had to trot all the way to catch up. Not long after, he broke out in sweat, and still grinning from ear to ear, he stroked the little donkey's ear vigorously with his backhand, and praised: "What a good donkey!"

The donkey also seemed to know that the pillar was praising it, so it snorted, lowered its head, and went even faster.

Little Shitou sat on the back of the donkey and stopped singing. He rushed and screamed, as if he regarded himself as a general.

"It's better to ride a snow donkey than suddenly chase a wind horse. If the frost hoof misses the title, it's more likely to be a happy person." Zi Baifeng also figured it out, and he, a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, can ride a tall horse. How about just riding a little donkey? Now it seems that the speed of the donkey is not slow, but also stable and good-natured.

Thinking about it this way, when I look at the little donkey again, the more I look at it, the more I like it. The fur color of the donkey is black and white, the back is black, and the belly is snow-white. Splash on top.

"Let's call it treading snow." Zi Baifeng said, his own things are good no matter how you look at them.

"Treading Snow, Treading Snow." Xiao Shitou called out twice, shook his head and said, "It doesn't sound good, let's call it Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue."

The little stone barked twice, giggled by himself, lay on the little donkey's neck, and gently scratched its neck.The little donkey probably knew it was calling him, so he barked twice, and his feet became more cheerful.

This time the pillar really couldn't catch up, so he quickly pulled the rein to control the speed of the little donkey, stretched out his hand to the little stone and said, "No, the speed is too fast now, it's dangerous to sit on it."

Little Shitou reluctantly asked Zhuzi to carry him down, sat in the back of the car, and let Zhuzi's mother hug him.

Zhuzi was also sitting on the shaft of the cart, waving a whip in his hand, driving the donkey cart, and while driving, he also trained the donkey: "Xiaoxue, turn left! Xiaoxue, walk steadily!" Xiaoshan Road in Xiayan Village.

When passing by the galloping horse stone, Zi Baifeng looked intently, and the obsession and aura on the galloping horse stone gathered again. Looking at the stone shaped like a galloping horse, Zi Baifeng couldn't help sighing again.

Donkeys are nice too, but a horse is nice too.

Still too poor!
After a year or so, I guess my father won't allow me to buy horses anymore, so let's concentrate on thinking about it now.Zi Baifeng began to figure out how to upgrade his little donkey into an epic monster mount.

From Mengcheng to Xiayan Village, it used to take half a day to walk, but now it takes more than an hour, more than half faster, and Zi Baifeng is still thinking, if only half an hour can be reached like in the previous life.

Not far from the entrance of the village, a group of children shouted and chased after them. They ran behind the donkey cart, calling sir and donkey.

Walking forward for a while, I saw Yan Laowu squatting there smoking a dry cigarette, and saw a group of people driving a little donkey over, and a flower bloomed on his old face: "Who bought the little donkey?" , but a good donkey!" As he spoke, he reached out and touched the donkey's ears.

Seeing Yan Laowu, Zibaifeng's good mood on the road gradually disappeared, but he remembered the jade tax.

"Old man, I have something to discuss with you soon." Zi Baifeng said seriously.

"If you want to build a post station, then don't talk about it." The old man waved his hand quickly, and now Zi Baifeng knew that the construction of the post station was a joke, so he blushed and said quickly: "It's not about the post station, this time the matter is very serious , more serious than the last tax collection."

"Really?" The old man was taken aback. He hasn't lived a stable life for a few days, so he won't come again.

When Zi Baifeng told him about the matter, the old man frowned deeply.

"This... this... oh..." The old man shook his head, "It's because God doesn't let people live..."

"It's not that God doesn't let people live, it's that immortals don't let people live." It's better to die than to die.It's just that Zi Baifeng still resists the extreme idea of ​​assassination. Besides, Luo Qianshan's assassination plan is not very reliable, and it may be difficult to succeed. Therefore, before Zi Baifeng left, he told Luo Qianshan Qian Shan, don't go for the assassination lightly, it will only kill the fish and break the net, and both sides will suffer.

And even if the assassination is successful, it's just drinking poison to quench thirst, maybe it will get worse in exchange.Luo Qianshan would not be so reckless if he thought about it, so he will do it now, and he needs to think about it carefully.Although Zi Baifeng said that he wanted to come back and make preparations early, this matter should be embarrassing for a big man like Fu Jun, but he was always thinking about it and couldn't rest assured.

The ruler of the government is clean and honest, Luo Qianshan is brave and upright, and the villagers are kind and responsible. This kind of life is exactly what Zi Baifeng likes and enjoys the most.He doesn't want anyone to spoil it.

"Shh, you can't say that!" Yan Lao Wu hurriedly covered Zi Baifeng's mouth, his face turned pale with fright, "You don't know how powerful the immortals are. When paying the jade tax 40 years ago, there was a man with a white beard The old Taoist came to our village and killed the giant tiger in the mountain with one sword. I was the one who led the way for that fairy... My grandfather was still alive at that time. He told me that when he was young, the bear spirit in the mountain made trouble , It was also the old fairy with white beard who came down and killed him with a sword, and that fairy has not changed his appearance for decades... Is the fairy who came this time an old man with white beard?"

"No, it's a boy in white clothes." Zi Baifeng shook his head, thinking of the young monk in fluttering white clothes with feathers, cranes and cloud chariots.The same boy, as a time traveler, can I just wait helplessly now?
But what else to do now besides waiting?

Zi Baifeng took a breath and said: "Old man, don't talk about this matter now, and make plans after the official documents arrive." Zi Baifeng said, "I want to discuss it carefully."

"I see." The old man nodded, and said again: "Tomorrow, I will call some old brothers, take my old dog, and go to the mountains to find jade..."

After all, the old man still doesn't think there is any other solution to this matter, and for now, he can only desperately search for jade.

　I'm out, the update is late...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)