"So, you're not going back?"
After a while, Feng Xun's eyes widened and he looked at Song Qingci in disbelief.
Get ready, get ready, everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.
As a result, the east wind has now become a "headwind", so we can't go anymore?
Song Qingci's heart was already filled with sorrow. He nodded and said dejectedly, "I can't leave for now. But the good news is that I now know that Master Fu San is one of us."
"Our own people? Who?"
"Just think of me as your uncle."
uncle?
That was a very close relationship, Feng Xun thought, and he was indeed a little comforted by this news.
However, she still wanted very much to go to the capital to see the world.
The main thing is, I don’t want to see that damn thing Dongzi again!
Song Qingci was still depressed, "You said I was going to leave so early, and now you're slapping me in the face. My face hurts!"
Feng Xun said quietly, "Miss, please relax. I have a servant here to accompany you."
"What's wrong with you? Oh, where did you go just now? I called you, but you weren't there."
Feng Xun didn't answer, but asked, "Miss, do you have a face towel? The kind that can cover your face?"
Song Qingci: "Where can I buy that kind of stuff now?"
Besides, in the bandit's den, she thought she was a noble lady and had to hide her head and show her tail.
Wouldn't that be equivalent to turning yourself into a walking target?
"Why are you covering your face?"
Feng Xun gloomily recounted her conversation with Dongzi, "I've already said all my big words. I don't want to see him again."
Song Qingci: "...If that's the case, I actually think you need an eyepatch."
Feng Xun gritted his teeth, "Okay, then I'll go get the donkey's eye patch in a moment!"
Song Qingci laughed heartily. "Donkey, what? You want to help me grind the mill?"
"It's not me, it's Dongzi!" Feng Xun said viciously.
Put a blindfold on him to prevent him from peeking at him in vain and being irresponsible.
Song Qingci's joyful laughter spread out.
Mr. Fu San seemed to be infected by her happiness and thought to himself that she was such a heartless girl.
Song Qingci wrote furiously, writing a rambling letter to his mother, asking her what had happened to Xu Jinzhu and telling her about his embarrassing experience today.
——Although my mother is unreliable, she has a filial daughter.
Tell her mother about her bad luck to make her happy.
Anyway, Mr. Fu San is his own person now, so Song Qingci let himself go and wrote whatever he thought of in the letter without any burden at all.
She wrote until late at night, and woke up very late the next day.
"Is it snowing?"
Song Qingci rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at Feng Xun's head dyed white by the snow, and couldn't help asking.
Feng Xun put down the wooden basin he was holding and said, "It's been snowing for a while now. It's snowing heavily now."
Song Qingci pounded the bed, "Why can't the snow come earlier?"
Feng Xun looked at her in confusion.
"If it had snowed last night, I could at least say that God wanted to keep me."
Feng Xun: "...this little bit of snow isn't enough to keep people here. It's very lively outside right now. They say there's a rule on the mountain that there will be activities after the first snowfall."
"What activity?"
Drilling through the ground?
She could participate.
"When they have some free time, the men start training. At noon, there is an hour-long literacy class. Men, women, young and old, anyone who wants to learn can go, but not many people go on the mountain."
Who loves to study?
Let the bandits have the awareness to learn?
Xunxun knew that no matter how well a bandit studied, he could not take part in the imperial examinations.
Most people are content with just knowing their own name.
Song Qingci finally understood why Big Head, Scar and others had such "touching" knowledge.
She could understand the drill - a bandit should act like a bandit, right?
In addition to dealing with possible encirclement and suppression by the imperial court, one must also be careful of the surrounding forces that "eat each other with violence".
The people of Liaodong are tough and there are many fierce bandits.
Song Qingci heard that it was only in the past few years that Mr. Fu San was able to live in peace. Before that, he had to fight countless battles every year, and there were casualties every time.
It is said that the last time Huaishan had a fight with outsiders was two years ago.
At that time, Fu An took action and scared away his opponent.
But we should be prepared for danger in times of peace and plan ahead. We should practice what we need to practice.
"Who will train them?" Song Qingci asked while putting on his clothes.
It's really cold today.
The clothes are so cold that it makes you shiver just to put them on.
If she were in the capital in the past, Xing Wei would have used a fumigation cage to warm the clothes she was going to wear, giving them a different but equally pleasant aroma.
So, being in love comes at a price, and she really deserves it.
Feng Xun made potato pancakes, boiled eggs, and boiled almond goat milk, all prepared according to Song Qingci's living habits.
"I also sent a portion to the Third Master, but I replaced it with fried eggs."
Third Master is the best at cooking. With oil added, even frying shoe soles will taste delicious.
But his girl didn't like this opportunity, and Feng Xun felt uncomfortable no matter how he thought about it.
"Okay. Is the Third Master still here?"
Song Qingci planned to ask him to bring the letter.
"I'm going out." Feng Xun wanted to give Song Qingci a second potato pancake, but she refused.
"You eat it." Song Qingci said.
We can only wait for Mr. Fu San to come back.
It snowed on the first day and training began. It was probably a very ceremonial event on the mountain. Mr. Fu Sanye should be very busy at this time.
After dinner, Feng Xun wanted to go and watch the fun.
Song Qingci was too lazy to move.
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