Chapter 1 Being woken up three times in the middle of the night

Author: Unlucky Caffeine

Chapter 1 Being woken up three times in the middle of the night

Just after the second watch of the third watch, Jian Bai washed off the sawdust and paste on his hands, endured the hunger in his stomach and climbed into bed in a daze. The door was pushed straight open at the fourth watch.

Someone touched her bedside in a familiar manner, shook her, and called: "Sister."

"Sister, wake up, Miss Liu is making trouble again."

Jian Baisan was woken up in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, he saw an expressionless face. Only a pair of eyes were reflected by the moonlight shining through the window lattice. Two dots of pale white were reflected, and the shadows were stretched.

All her focus was on Jian Baisan—from what she heard, only the evil-doing scholars in the book who started to be troubled and finally gave up were treated like this. She was completely awake in an instant, and she patted the little head in front of her: "Jian Er,

You are a ghost!"

The blow obviously didn't hurt. Jian Er repeated it again: "That Miss Liu is kneeling in front of my father's door. Sister, can you persuade her to leave?"

"Why don't you call me daddy?"

My sister still had that calm demeanor and a small face, but calling Jian Baisan seemed a bit awkward: "I called him, but he couldn't wake him up."

Jian Baisan was angry and said rudely: "Is the old man dead?"

"No," my sister replied sternly, "he's still snoring."

Jian Baisan had no choice but to rub her temples and get up, and ran to the door of her father's yard. The poor old dog Dahuang who was sleeping in her house also followed her in a daze without saying a word, without making a sound of barking along the way.

It makes people feel quite sad to see it.

Before he could reach it, he heard a woman's faint crying and regular loud snoring coming from the door. The moment he saw Miss Liu, the sister behind him reached out and grabbed Jian Baisan's hem like a reflex.

Jian Baisan looked back at Jian Er and laughed secretly in her heart, but still held her hand.

Miss Liu had disheveled hair and was dressed in white. She looked at least three hundred years older than Jian Er's ghostly appearance just now. When she saw the two of them, her eyes lit up in the gap in her hair, and she immediately burst into a loud howl: "

Please, young master, I want to go down the mountain, you have to make the decision for me——"

Dahuang suddenly barked at her twice in a low voice. Jian Baisan could tell that it was mainly because it disliked Miss Liu for being noisy.

Jian Baisan helped her up like he was going through the process, comforted her like he was going through the process, and told her in detail the progress of making the carriage wheels, and finally said to her: "Miss Liu, you are not kidnapped by us either.

You got lost and walked up here on your own. Think about it, we really have no reason to keep you here and not let you go."

This sentence had the opposite effect. Ms. Liu cried emotionally: "But I am a yellow-flowered girl. I am in this mountain and your people are so vicious and evil. They wander around day by day. Who knows? Who knows you?"

Do you want to hold me captive forever, do you want me to never be able to leave?"

"It's really not true." Jian Baisan said, "We don't rape girls in our village. It just so happened that my mother went out and the carriage wheel happened to be broken..."

"What a coincidence!" Miss Liu said.

With no other choice, Jian Baisan had to pick up the rhubarb and stuff it with her sister. Then she took Miss Liu to the door of her room, looked at it, and touched the wheels that were almost ready, so that she was willing to go back to sleep.

Jian Baisan lay down again, and around five o'clock, her paper window was knocked again.

There was an old man's voice outside the window: "Young master, please open the door."

People who have been woken up once in the middle of the night are always not so restful when they fall asleep again. This time Jian Baisan woke up quickly. She glanced out the window and saw that there was still a dim moonlight outside: "Old man, please be okay.

Well, you vomited after eating again tonight?"

Opening the door, there was a stooped old man standing at the door. He was different from Miss Liu, who was left behind by a servant halfway, stumbled all the way to Huxiao Mountain, and stayed here for half a month by some strange combination of circumstances; he was

Jian Baisan, her father, Jian Dahu, and her brothers picked it up on their way back. When they picked it up, they were lying on the ground with a disgraced face.

Someone in the team felt a little compassion and thought of his old father who died last year. He took the initiative to bring him back to the village. It has been more than a week now.

The old man's surname was Xiong. He didn't say where he came from or where he was going. He just stayed in the village begging for food every day.

Although it is said to be rice, it is actually nothing good.

This year's Dayan Dynasty is not going well. Locusts are passing through and there is little rain. More than half of the grain grown in the village has failed to survive. In the nearest town, the grain is sold for ten cents per catty. The young men and women in the entire village are thinking about it.

They tried their best to get money and food to support the people in the village, but with little success. The more than 100 people could only save and save by tightening their belts, and simply ate all the edible grass roots and leaves. Jian Baisan

My mother just couldn't help it, so she took people out to do the dangerous job of robbing rich people.

The old man Xiong ate the oily wild grass soup and multi-grain rice with them every day, and he didn't complain at all. It was just that his stomach was not good and he always vomited after eating. Last time, Jian Baisan gave him a handful of tangerine peel to stop vomiting.

, I guess I will come to see her again tonight.

Sure enough, Old Man Xiong said: "Can you give me another handful of tangerine peel?"

Jian Baisan turned around in a daze and went to get the tangerine peel from the cupboard for him. He didn't notice that the shadow under the old man's feet moved for a moment like water boiling, and then became quiet again.

A small gadget quickly crawled under her bed.

The old man took the tangerine peel and said in a very apologetic manner: "Girl Jian, I disturbed you in your sleep again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, old man, please don't come here at this time next time," Jian Baisan was straightforward.

She walked back and forth in the house twice, and she finally woke up. She glanced at Old Xiong's face and suddenly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't explain it.

Old Man Xiong gently closed the door for her and left.

When Jian Baisan lay down again, her brain and stomach were aching. She hadn't eaten much, and she was woken up twice in one night. She was really unlucky - but when it was almost dawn, she was woken up again.

.

The door was banged twice, as if the door was about to be broken down. Immediately afterwards, there was a joyful shout from outside: "Bai San! Girl! Your mother is back, bring her with you."

Bringing the food to the foot of the mountain!"

Jian Baisan sat up suddenly, picked at the mosquito bites that looked like they had just been bitten out of his hands, and sighed heavily with joy mixed with a bit of physical discomfort and irritability.

However, half an hour later, she and Jian Er were hugged tightly by the woman, and when each had their heads touched, the irritability and discomfort of not sleeping in the middle of the night were completely dispelled. Even Dahuang's chin

I was also scratched by my mother.

She nuzzled in her mother's arms that still smelled of dust, turned to look at her sister, and found that although her sister had an expressionless face and was still holding the sage book she read in the morning in one hand,

The other hand was holding on to my mother's clothes and secretly wiping her tears.

People from the village were all around, and they all cheered loudly when they saw the grain bags being hoisted up the mountain by slings. The villagers who had just returned were surrounded by their parents, children, husbands or wives, chatting.

From a distance, I could hear Uncle Li bragging to his wife: "Madam, you don't even know that this time I saw a big escort. He was wearing very crisp black clothes, and the rain didn't soak through them.

The knife is as bright as - and - as white as the moon. It looks like a good knife at first glance. Maybe it was made by an immortal from the upper realm. For a person like that, do you know that I can knock him off his horse with just a few moves?

Come?"

Madam Du shook her head, her eyes bright.

"Three - three moves!" The man gestured this way and that with his bare hands, as if he had returned to that triumphant moonlit night, "I'll knock him off his horse in three moves!"

Mrs. Du was no longer young, but her face was still as red as a cardamom girl from excitement. She took her husband's hand and left.

Jian Baisan felt very light and happy. My younger sister loves to read. After she finishes her studies, she can go to the imperial court to take the female official exam and stand out. She has no education, but she has some strength. She is as tall as her mother at the age of thirteen. She will wait for her father in the future.

It would be good for my mother to continue to be the leader of the village when she gets old.

Her father interrupted her fantasy: "Let's go and ask them to kill some chickens for lunch, so we can have something good for lunch!"

Jian Baisan's trousers were bitten by Dahuang and dragged forward, so she had to be the first to follow closely. This guy always wanted to eat——

When she thought about eating, she suddenly thought of the old man Xiong who came to ask for tangerine peel last night. She always seemed to feel that something was wrong at that time. Why did she feel wrong?

..."That knife is as bright as the moon." Uncle Li's words rolled through her heart like thunder. She suddenly understood, moon, moonlight, shadow——

Last night he stood in front of her window and knocked on the window. Why was there no shadow? If it was because the moonlight had shifted, then why, why——

When he was talking to her at the door, his face was as white as the picture, without any shadow?

Cold sweat fell like a waterfall, instantly soaking her clothes.
Chapter completed!