The fisherman called ten ships and sent them to a village on the lakeside highland before dawn.

This fishing village is unusual, and the green tiled huts are neat and beautiful.

It is rainy in the south, and it is normal not to dare to live in a house with mud and thatched walls as the roof. It is just that the people are poor, and bricks and tiles are also a considerable wealth. Usually, only in towns can you see such houses. Fishing villages are barren and hard, and many people don’t even have land, but this is obviously not the case here.

There are already some small caravans outside the fishing village. They were also rescued by the villagers. At this moment, they were busy transporting and caring for goods, bargaining with the villagers.

Two peasant women were carrying baskets covered with cloth and selling bread and steamed buns near the caravan.

The caravan where the coachman Lao Qi was just arrived. The manager was a little hesitant and did not dare to buy the steamed buns. The two men dressed up by the two travelers next to him had no such concerns. They took out the copper plate and bought the steamed buns and chewed them with hot water.

"There are thirty copper plates in the whole shop every night, with a pot of hot water, and no food."

"The bed and a separate room cost three hundred copper coins, and ten steamed buns, and there are no three meals."

The traveling merchant listened to the villagers' quotes and immediately jumped up to defend: "When I came last month, it wasn't this price, it doubled. Did you agree to do this?"

The fisherman said disdainfully: "Look at what you said, it's windy and rainy. As soon as the people in our village stopped, they either boiled water to clean or rowed out to save people. They didn't even close their eyes all night. What's wrong with asking for a higher price? Apart from Lingyao Village, do you dare to go to other places when there is a flood?"

"That's right, rice shops will increase their prices when they are not in March. Those who do business can only increase their prices by themselves, and we are not allowed to ask for money?"

The caravan was very angry when he heard this, but he didn't dare to scold him directly due to the reputation of Lingyao Village.

The coachman Lao Qi didn't care about that much and shouted: "Businessmen make profits. Where are we hard-working people? Rowing boats to save us, we should give shipments. How can we find a place to shelter from the wind and rain to sleep? You are too embarrassed to ask for twice the money? The money for selling goods cannot be put into our pockets. If the caravan manager refuses to pay, we will not sleep in the grass?"

Everyone looked at the caravan manager Lao Qi in one go, and his eyes were written in his eyes, why are you so stingy?

The caravan manager is a thin old man with a goatee. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He immediately paused and said, "I will do my business to my boss. I will go in the wind and rain, and I will never stay at home all year round. The goods are not mine. If they are broken, I have to give my boss an explanation. Now that I have soaked water, I don't have enough money to pay. Where can I eat hot rice and hot water?"

The crowd was excited for a moment, and the village was in a mess.

Meng Qi watched coldly for a moment, and was about to speak when Mo Li grabbed him.

I saw an old man coming from a distance, surrounded by villagers.

"Don't make a noise, let's go, Xianren Peng is here."

"It's Xianren Peng!"

The old man had white hair and white beards, and had kind eyebrows and eyes. He wore a Taoist robe that looked like a Taoist robe, and the monk's robe did not look like a yellow-brown robe. Seeing that the mess here was messy, he sighed without a trace.

He was surrounded by more than a dozen powerful men of Kong Wu, wearing a gray-brown short-shot beating and holding wooden sticks.

It was these martial artists who squeezed out the crowd and shouted the name of Xianren Peng, which made the place quickly quiet.

The coachman Lao Qi quietly retreated back to the crowd, and the eyes of the old man and others fell on Meng Qi Moli.

——Even if the two of them didn’t say anything, they stood out from the crowd. They noticed it at a glance, but couldn’t ignore it.

"Where are the two distinguished guests?" said the old man known as Peng Xianren with a smile.

He was very calm, and he seemed to have seen many outsiders with extraordinary identities, not panic or fearful.

People who usually pretend to be a ghost in the countryside have a weak heart and will treat outsiders very cautiously and wish them to leave quickly.

Mo Li didn't say anything. Although he remembered the old story Mr. Qin said, it was decades ago. How could Dr. Peng become Peng Xianren? As a doctor, Qin Lu was most impatient with the witches who burned talismans and turned into ashes and made people drink it. He hated some earthy prescriptions that could not cure the disease. Half of Mo Li's views on the world came from Qin Lu. He heard the villagers calling Peng Xianren over and over again, and he had already frowned secretly.

Meng Qi patted the water on the torn clothes (cloth), looked at Mo Li in a blink of an eye, and then joked: "Who is a distinguished father-in-law, how can I not see that my friend and I were in a storm? After falling into the lake, I almost became the son-in-law of the Dragon King. Fortunately, I was disliked by the Dragon King, so I saved my life and came back."

Mo Li: "…"

The national teacher's mouth is a deceiving ghost.

Meng Qi smiled relaxed and relaxedly, but Peng Ze Longwang's son-in-law could not be, but Qi Maoshan's husband had great hope.

When Peng Xianren heard this, he stroked his beard and asked in a deep thought: "Do you guys swim to the shore of the lake or are they washed to the heights of the lake by the flood?"

"What's wrong?" Meng Qi glanced at Mo Li secretly as he spoke.

The moli nodded without a trace, indicating that there was a difference here.

Mr. Qin found that people who walk barefoot and bare legs in rice fields, swamps, river beaches, and reed marshes by the lake are prone to illness, but they do not.

Meng Qi said knowingly: "I'm not hiding my father-in-law, I have never been to Pengze. I didn't know the direction in the heavy rain. I swam for a while because of the water nature. By chance, I arrived on the shore, and I don't know where it was."

Peng Xianren nodded. At this time, a martial artist asked the reason and came back and told Peng Xianren in a low voice.

Peng Xianren raised his eyebrows and said to the caravans: "The villagers' houses and rice, grain, firewood, and the price is as high as the price. I will boil medicine at the entrance of the village later. Please drink a bowl to get rid of the miasma."

The two travelers asked carefully: "Xian Peng, how much does that medicine cost?"

"No money." Peng Xianren said slowly with a compassionate expression: "Disasters come from heaven, and blessings lie in people. Accumulate more blessings, do not be angry or dry, so that you can live a long life."

He said this and looked around the villagers again, half of them quietly lowered their heads.

"Lingyao Village has been curing diseases and saving people for decades. I hope you will not be implicated by the grievances in the past life and fall into the realm of hungry ghosts. Don't create karma in this life, which will cause trouble in the next life." Peng Xianren finished speaking as if persuading and intimidating, and then bowed to Meng Qi. "The two distinguished guests laughed. The countrysiders have a shallow understanding and cannot know a lot of words. Please come here."

A 70-year-old man bowed and invited him, even the magistrate of the town would give him a polite word.

It is because very few old people who live to this age are not gentry, and even poor people have to do some superficial skills to respect the elderly.

"I thank you for this, my father-in-law will go first."

Meng Qi hugged a fist fist, and the villagers next to him were glaring at him, as if he was blaming him for disrespecting Xianren.

Those villagers who wanted to speak out were immediately grabbed by others.

Before dawn, the caravan started arguing with the villagers, and there were not many people who noticed that Meng Qi and Moli were really. Now it was dawn, and Peng Xianren took the initiative to greet him. These villagers were not really "not seeing the world", so they chose to calm down.

Even the caravan Lao Qi, the coachman, got some benefits. The villagers who provided the house and water were willing to reduce some money to let them rest.

Mo Li looked as she walked and saw that this fishing village was relatively rich, and there were no vegetables growing on the open space, but herbs.

Every household has several jars and clay pots in the courtyard, and the outside is covered with black cloth.

"The guest comes from Luling County?" Peng Xianren asked on his own initiative, walking in front of him without looking back.

Mo Li pressed Meng Qi's arm and said in a deep voice: "No, come from Kuaiji County."

Meng Qi narrowed his eyes and it seemed that there was no strange disease near the seaside?

Yangzhou is very large and extremely rich.

The fief of King Ning of Chu was left in Luling County, while the King of Wu was Kuaiji County, and both of them belonged to Yangzhou. In addition, there were more than a dozen counties in Yangzhou. Qi was established in Chu, and the two kings raised troops to seize the territory at the same time. They fought for seven or eight years one after another. In the end, Yangzhou was divided into two and under the jurisdiction of King Ning of Wu.

The King of Wu had a small jurisdiction, with only four counties, located in the north and the east, near the sea. However, the salt production alone gave him a great advantage among the three vassal kings.

Although the territory of Ning King was large, many of them were relatively barren, with many mountains and hills. They were not as rich as that of King Wu, and their population was not as good as King Jing, which was quite a bit uneven.

Unlike Jingzhou who holds natural dangers and blocks the river surface and does not interact with Qi Dynasty, there are no natural dangers in the middle of the jurisdiction of King Ning of Wu, and people cannot stop them, so they symbolize the arrangement of checkpoints. Caravans travel by detour, and only need to hire escort agencies to guard against bandits. There are indeed children of aristocratic families who come and go between the two places.

Xianren Peng was not surprised when he heard this, and just said with a smile: "The southeast is beautiful, the three Wushu City, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. I have been famous for a long time. I heard the two accents, and their ancestors were from northerners."

"Yes, follow the King of Wu to move to Kuaiji." Meng Qi echoed.

It was indeed his official language or the old Chu style. Only those who followed the vassal kings to the south could be possible. The official language spoken by people from the southern family was influenced by dialects, and it was definitely not the same.

As for wearing Chu clothes, practicing Chu system, and talking about Chu style, it is something that only those who are the most conservative and most concerned about Chu will persist.

The three kings' own official system was in a mess and they were completely changed. The aristocratic race didn't care who would be the emperor, but they just wanted their family to be prosperous.

This formed a very wonderful situation. The vassal kings and the upper bureaucrats of Yangzhou, Jingzhou, alleged that the Chu Dynasty was orthodox. In fact, they had long changed the field tax and military strategies and policies that the Chu Dynasty implemented had been beyond recognition. The aristocratic clans were openly loyal to a vassal king, and secretly sent their sons and nephews to serve other vassal kings, and placed bets on the three sides. If it weren't for the harsh Qi Fa's and the trouble of the Jinyiwei of the Qi Dynasty, they would probably want to go to Jiangbei and find a way out.

There are speculators, and naturally there are also deadly hard-core people who go one way to the wrong path, most of whom are literati.

They scolded Qi and insulted Lu, showing that they would never bow their heads to the usurping man. A few people praised different vassal kings who believed that they could unify the world and restore the glory of the Chu Dynasty. More people mocked the three vassal kings, felt sad and mourned all day long.

Vegetarian food is not eaten, so you must drink wine. When you get together, you will write poems and essays to criticize the current affairs.

No matter whether it is a scholar in Jingzhou or a scholar in Yangzhou, as long as you curse the government, you can quickly communicate with each other.

This type of scholar from aristocratic race is unwilling to stay at home and does not want to be an official, so he travels around.

Xianren Peng thought that Meng Qi Moli was the same.

——At the age of 40, when Chu was destroyed, he happened to be weak and had already started a family. When he wanted to show his ambitions and rejuvenate, he might have passed the imperial examination in the Chu Dynasty.

Suddenly everything changed overnight, and life got worse and worse day by day.

The three vassal kings who originally put their hopes on fighting the river and suppressed the rebellion and destruction of Qi were not successful. They would only fight for power and power in the south. They wanted to do a big career, but they would be burdened by getting married and starting a family. They could only swallow their anger or drift around, gather with friends, and hug their heads and cry after getting drunk.

Xianren Peng looked faint and was not ready to continue talking about Meng Qi's topic. After walking for a while, he stopped in front of a large green tiled house and Sushou said, "Please come in, two of you."

"Please, please, my father-in-law."

Meng Qi casually and politely.

Some of the warriors followed into the house, while others stood outside directly.

After entering the house, someone immediately sent two sets of clean clothes. At first glance, they looked like Taoist robes and were made of fine cloth.

"There are nothing good things in the wilderness, please forgive me."

"I dare not, I am grateful for my father-in-law's help."

Meng Qi was a little sincere when he said this, after all, it was a clothes that cost money.

Judging from this posture, Peng Xianren didn't seem to be planning to ask them for money for tea and room.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time they politely declined the servant who came up to serve and went into the wing to change their clothes.

Mugwort was lit in the wing room, and several cloth bags filled with herb powder were hung on the window.

"The herb that deworms." Mo Li sniffed it and said, "The rest is the one that is clear and awake."

They are all common prescriptions commonly used in the southern region, and there is nothing special.

Meng Qi had already changed into that muslin robe, which was different from the one on Peng Xianren. It had no embroidery patterns and was also very ordinary. There were many scholars from Jiangnan who wore Taoist robes. They were not monks, but they were just save trouble and cool, and they could express their unintentional attitude towards the officialdom.

Although Meng Qi didn't know the article here, after a series of changes, his attitude towards clothes was clean and unfading.

They're about to lose their temper.

God knows how many pieces of clothes he "didn't" along the way. He went to the shop to buy the cloth he had picked and couldn't wear it on himself. If he hadn't known that the witchcraft was purely nonsense, Master Meng would have suspected that someone would curse him without any trace.

However, these seem to happen after meeting a doctor, especially the better their relationship, the faster their clothes are thrown away. Could it be that this is God's will?
Chapter completed!