Chapter 130 Huo Ling?
Chapter 130 Huo Ling?
When Wang Sumo and Jiang Yutang led the three sheep back to Bazhenlou, the old man, Old Master Weng, and Zhao Tong all frowned.
Things seem to be developing in an increasingly unpredictable direction.
With three white tiger cubs and three sheep, it feels like there's no telling what will happen next at Bazhenlou.
Zhao speaks little and doesn't ask questions proactively.
The old man glanced at Wang Sumo but said nothing else.
The three white tiger cubs were extremely hungry and were itching for food.
Zhao Tong took the sheep from Wang Sumo, and the group led them to the white tiger cubs to feed the hungry tigers.
Sure enough, the figure was terrified the moment it saw the three white tigers.
One of them kept backing away, bleating incessantly, trembling with fear, and couldn't get close no matter what it did.
If you get even a little too close, the ewe will almost resist.
If they get any closer, they'll kick wildly, or they'll use their heads to protect themselves.
This ewe is beyond help; we can only try to milk her, and we'll have to wait until she calms down.
Zhao Tong led the sheep away.
The three white tiger cubs had no choice but to huddle around another sheep.
Although the sheep was also panicked, it seemed to gradually overcome its fear as the three cubs approached, and the three tigers, which seemed to have no teeth, did not seem so dangerous.
Moreover, they are still very small and can only cry for food.
And so, the three white tiger cubs circled around the mother sheep, and finally, after being hungry for several days, they were able to drink a sip of sheep's milk.
The ewe calmed down, and it seemed that the three white tiger cubs and the sheep were all alright.
Wang Sumo sighed softly, "It's fortunate that Yutang was quick-witted today. She was worried that one sheep wouldn't be enough, so she asked the shopkeeper to prepare two sheep."
Looking at it now, that's really the case.
Even if you can milk the frightened ewe, you still have to wait for it to calm down.
I don't know how long it will take to get used to each other along the way.
From this perspective, it must be said that Jiang Yutang was good at planning ahead.
The old man's brow relaxed slightly: "Why is there still one?"
At this point, Wang Sumo chuckled and truthfully recounted, "When we bought the sheep, Yutang and the shopkeeper agreed on a price. But when it came time to pay, Bai Cen said the price was too high, and that two sheep weren't worth it. The shopkeeper, of course, said he'd found two of the sheep with the most milk, and that Bai Cen had the money in his hands, but suddenly he took it back, saying he'd think about it, unless he threw in another sheep, and then..."
The old man was exasperated: "Is this a ram?"
Wang Sumo nodded and added, "He said he'd roast it to eat."
The old man was speechless: "What misfortune has this sheep suffered? Everyone at Bazhenlou is counting on it for food."
Wang Sumo couldn't help but laugh out loud. The old man thought the same as her. Of all the pets at Bazhenlou, it seemed that only this sheep was the food for roasting whole lamb.
But it's clear that the sheep hasn't yet realized it's meant to be roasted whole lamb.
Because it was tied up to the side from the beginning, the ram was aggressive and was fighting with the fierce ram next to it for territory!
Wei Wu had been staring at the three white tiger cubs from the beginning. They were all about the same size and were furry.
Although most animals are born with a fear of tigers, even if they have never seen one.
Weiwu must have been in the town of Mihun, where he had been kissing the tiger's urine for a long time on the carriage, so he adapted faster than the new sheep.
The horses pulling the carriages at Bazhenlou didn't seem to have much fear.
Speaking of Bai Cen, Grandpa Weng asked, "Where are Bai Cen and Xiao Duan?"
Jiang Yutang replied, "The master said there's no rush on the road and asked Duan Wuheng to stay home with his mother for a couple more days. Bazhenlou is a slow-moving place, so staying home for a couple more days will allow him to catch up. The master also asked Bai Cen to stay with him."
It wasn't that they were afraid Duan Wuheng would get lost; after all, he was only a teenager and didn't have much experience traveling the world.
With Bai Cen accompanying me, I feel more at ease on the road.
The white tiger cubs were extremely hungry and drank desperately for a long time.
Soon, the first one fell asleep contentedly.
"Asleep?" Jiang Yutang asked in surprise.
Wang Sumo also saw it, and felt a sense of comfort and peace after a good meal, like taking a nap.
Soon, the second one entered the same state...
In the end, only the biggest one was left, still trying its best.
"No wonder it's so big," Wang Sumo remarked.
There's a reason for that.
It's impossible to tell which of the three pups in this litter is the biggest or the smallest; we can only judge based on their size and appearance.
Lost in thought, the big guy finally finished drinking and became sleepy, just like his two other brothers and sisters, he started to doze off.
Animal cubs need to sleep for much longer each day than adult animals. For a long time, they almost always sleep after eating and eat again when they are hungry.
These days will continue for a while.
Seeing that the three little ones were all asleep, Jiang Yutang led the ewe away.
The three little ones huddled together, leaning against each other, and even when they slept, they snuggled close together, which was very cute.
However, a small, pure black dog also incongruously stepped forward and squeezed in with them.
Perhaps sensing something different, two of the three little ones reluctantly opened their eyes, glanced at Weiwu, but thinking they were too sleepy, they weren't very wary, and simply leaned together and continued to sleep with their eyes closed.
The biggest one, having eaten the most, was also the sleepiest, and didn't even open its eyes.
And so, Weiwu joined the ranks of the three little ones. The sight of a black puppy and three white tiger cubs sleeping together was simply too adorable.
The old man originally wanted to take them away, as they had been sleeping in the carriage, but they had finally fallen asleep and he couldn't bear to wake them.
"How about we set up the Eight Treasures Pavilion here tonight, cook something simple, and leave tomorrow morning? There's a small tent in the carriage; let's set it up for them and leave them alone for now?" Wang Sumo suggested.
Grandpa Weng nodded: "Okay."
The old man nodded in agreement.
Although Zhao Tong remained silent, he had already gone back to the carriage to get the small tent...
There was also a pile of food that Zhao Tong and Bai Cenchen had bought in Meishan Village that morning. It was originally intended for business use, but it was closed now. In addition, there was a lot of food that they had brought back by wheelbarrow, enough to last them for several days on the road.
After operating for several days in a row, the pace suddenly slowed down, and it became quite relaxing.
With the addition of three little ones, they suddenly attracted everyone's attention.
For example, Wang Sumo would occasionally go to take a look, and then couldn't help but reach out his paw to touch this furry thing, and then touch that furry thing.
It's so satisfying to pet those three fluffy little ones...
Jiang Yutang understood; the master liked furry things.
In the afternoon, Mr. Weng used an abacus and sorted out accounts.
In the past, Bazhenlou had never kept accounts, so Wang Sumo had little idea whether it had made a profit or a loss, where it could have invested more, or where it should have saved money.
Bazhenlou is more like a small stall that operates on a whim, relying entirely on enthusiasm and mood, rather than something long-term or stable.
Grandpa Weng's arrival gradually gave Wang Sumo some ideas. Since Bazhenlou was a private restaurant serving dishes from the martial arts world, it could indeed be run properly in the manner of a private restaurant.
More importantly, it's because I started to have a group of people around me.
When everyone does something together, they need to be serious, unlike when it was just her and the old man who accompanied her.
So Old Master Weng settled the accounts, balanced the books, and organized them.
Although Zhao Tong didn't show any particular fondness for the three little ones, after they finished eating and fell asleep, he took out the tent. While Wang Sumo and Jiang Yutang were getting warm blankets for the four little ones, Zhao Tong quietly untied the ropes binding the three sheep and led them to graze on the nearby mountain.
As the sheep grazed, Zhao Tong sat on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the undulating mountains in the distance. He suddenly thought that he had never imagined he could one day live a life of being a cook, herding sheep, and traveling wherever his horse-drawn carriage took him, stopping wherever he could to experience the local customs and culture.
Zhao Tong smiled faintly.
He leisurely picked a suitable leaf, put it to his lips, and gently blew on it.
Back then, I followed the master chef, working as an apprentice and helper during the day, learning to cook.
While his fellow apprentices were exhausted and complaining at night, he felt fine. He enjoyed cooking, so he wasn't tired and instead felt fulfilled.
I didn't go to bed early at night. Once, I saw the master craftsman playing a tune with leaves in the courtyard.
He stepped forward and said he wanted to learn, so the master chef taught him.
For a long time, the master chef took him under his wing, cooking during the day and blowing leaves at night.
Then there was a lot of time to chat. The master chef asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, and he asked the master chef which places he had been to and if he could tell him about them.
He has always been the one closest to the master chef.
So after getting separated from the master chef, he was confused and at a loss...
He originally thought that things would be the same after Deyuan left.
Unexpectedly, it seems that he really did find another place that suited him, just as Deyuan had said.
Ye Zi played a tune she had learned from her master when she was young, its melodious notes carrying with them aspirations and dreams for the future…
"Is that Brother Zhao?" Wang Sumo vaguely heard it. Although he was surprised, there should be no one else around.
Jiang Yutang was also curious: "So, Brother Zhao can do this too."
The people of Bazhenlou came together by various circumstances, and the longer they spent together, the more they understood each other.
"It sounds pretty good," Wang Sumo remarked.
Jiang Yutang smiled and then suddenly said, "I can play the flute."
"Wow!" Wang Sumo had a natural affinity for people who knew music. "I wanted to learn it when I was little, but it seemed very difficult."
Jiang Yutang thought for a moment and said truthfully, "It's not as difficult as cooking."
Wang Sumo couldn't help but laugh it off.
Meanwhile, the old man slowly raised the Eight Treasures Pavilion, and Jiang Yutang and Wang Sumo came to help after taking care of the little ones.
Nearby, there was the sound of Grandpa Weng's abacus; in the distance, there was the sound of Zhao Tong blowing leaves; and occasionally, there was the sound of Baihu snoring.
This seemed to be the most turbulent yet also the most peaceful day at Bazhenlou...
As night fell, Zhao Tong took something out from the side and gave it to her: "It was found this morning in Meishan Village."
Wang Sumo took it, her eyes lighting up: "Spinach?"
It's spinach!
It's unlikely to happen at this time of year.
Zhao Tong nodded: "So we quickly bought it to see if it could be successfully planted?"
If possible, then the spinach that someone has been talking about all the way here would be available.
Wang Sumo hurriedly rummaged through drawers and cabinets, frantically shouting, "Plant it quickly! Don't let it die!"
Zhao Tong couldn't help but laugh.
These days are really good...
*
After leaving Plum Town, the carriage slowly made its way along the road. On the third day, Bai Cen and Duan Wuheng finally caught up with them.
The three white tiger cubs are no longer shy around strangers; they play with Weiwu and Weimeng, and even become friendly with people.
The cubs are at their cutest.
"Wow~" Duan Wuheng was completely charmed!
"Hey!" Wang Sumo called out to Bai Cen, who followed her to the slot where the old man had a bunch of flowers and plants. From afar, they could see a place wrapped in oil paper.
"Take a look?" Wang Sumo gestured with his eyes.
Bai Cen stepped forward, pulled back the flap for a look, and exclaimed in delight, "Spinach!!!! It really is spinach!!"
Bai Sansui was so happy he was at a loss for words.
"Master!" Bai Sansui was about to hug her when the old man swept him away with a broom: "Get out of the way!"
Grandpa Weng couldn't help but laugh.
Wang Sumo refused to take credit: "You should thank Brother Zhao; he found it in Meishan Village."
"Old Zhao~" Bai Sansui hugged him tightly, tears of gratitude streaming down his face.
Zhao Tong disliked being treated like this.
Although it was a genuine feeling, they hugged each other very tightly. Zhao Tong's expression turned a little unpleasant from the hug, which Jiang Yutang noticed. She secretly chuckled but said nothing else.
Duan Wuheng quickly took out his notebook.
"What are you doing?" Wang Sumo peeked out.
Duan Wuheng said with a grin, "I'll keep a diary! My mother is at home, so I'll write in my diary for her. When she receives it, she'll know where I am, and she'll be very happy!"
Wang Sumo recalled his aunt's enthusiasm, excitement, and joy; perhaps only a mother like that could raise such a carefree son.
"So how did you record it?" Wang Sumo was curious about how he planned to record the scene.
Duan Wuheng generously showed it to her.
Wang Sumo: "..."
Goodness, two stick figures are hugging each other, labeled Brother Zhao and Brother Bai.
Wang Sumo was exasperated: "Your mother will misunderstand..."
Duan Wuheng looked at her with a clear and innocent expression.
Wang Sumo coughed twice: "Just kidding. I mean, it's good. This way, Auntie will know that Bazhenlou is a harmonious and loving family."
Duan Wuheng continued to spend the money happily.
The three little ones, probably hungry again, started looking for food.
They stopped at Bazhenlou Restaurant to solve the problem of food and clothing for the three little ones.
And so, they traveled on and off, stopping here and there. Since there were no places to resupply along the way, the food on the truck was enough for all the people at Bazhenlou to eat, so they didn't set up a sign to open for business and enjoyed a leisurely time.
After leaving Meizi Town and crossing two mountains, it took about ten days before we finally reached the main road!
The main road is much easier to travel on!
There were many pedestrians and carriages passing by on the main road, and many people cast curious glances at the large wooden box pulled by eight horses.
Some people recognized it: eight horses, a large wooden box—could it be the Eight Treasures Pavilion?
How strange!
But Bazhenlou is very rare, so being able to see Bazhenlou on a trip is a very lucky thing in itself!
"We've become mascots!" Bai Cen whispered.
Today it was their turn to drive the carriage. Wang Sumo said leisurely, "Hello, mascot!"
Bai Cen was used to her constant teasing. Suddenly, a series of rapid hoofbeats came from ahead. Although they were far away, Wang Sumo and Bai Cen both heard it and became nervous.
Such rapid hoofbeats indicate either that the horse is moving at high speed or that it has gone mad and is out of control.
This is on the official road, where there are carriages everywhere. Even the imperial court's urgent dispatches wouldn't be so reckless; most likely, it's because the horses have suddenly become frightened and gone mad!
They could even collide head-on!
Therefore, Wang Sumo and Bai Cen became nervous.
“Grandpa,” Bai Cen said without hesitation.
Immediately, the old man and Zhao Tong both leaned out of the carriage and could see the carriage in front of them wobbling and rushing towards them.
"The horse was startled." The old man was experienced and could tell at a glance.
"Then what can we do? If we don't stop it, it will crash into us." Bai Cen was also aware of this.
“Let’s go, we’ll stop them on the left and right, and the old man can drive,” Zhao Tong suggested.
"Okay." The three quickly reached an agreement.
Opposite them was a carriage drawn by three horses.
Ordinary families travel by carriage drawn by one horse, while those with three horses are considered wealthy!
Although we were just strangers who met, it's a good thing that we can reduce the number of people who get injured.
From a distance, Bai Cen and Zhao Tong mounted their horses one on the left and one on the right, then tied them tightly with ropes. Zhao Tong, with his greater internal strength, then flipped off and tightened the ropes with his hands.
Bai Cen tightened the reins tightly.
One of the three horses went mad, so it was still relatively easy to control.
And so, the carriage gradually came to a stop not far away, and the mad horse was brought under control.
The people in the carriage quickly thanked her. Looking at the other person from afar, the more she looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. He didn't thank her, had an unpleasant expression, and a wisp of hair on his forehead with a stray white hair in his black hair. He was very unique and also very annoying.
The old man recognized him too.
Encountering an old friend along the way, Wang Sumo greeted him warmly: "Fang Rushi~"
Fang Ru looked over following the somewhat familiar voice. She first saw Wang Sumo, paused for a moment, and then saw the unfollow next to her, which made her even more certain that this was Wang Sumo.
Ancestors!
Fang Rushi plunged headfirst into the carriage.
Wang Sumo: "..."
Still has that strange temper...
As Fang Rushi returned to the carriage, another person emerged from it.
He looked to be in his teens, dressed like a noble young master. He was probably not in good health, so his complexion was not good, and he had an air of looking down on everyone.
The old man immediately felt that the other party was asking for a beating.
Wang Sumo recognized the clothes; she had been to Qingyun Manor before, and these were clothes from Qingyun Manor, very similar to those worn by He Lingyun.
At such an advanced age, a noble young master of Qingyun Manor, in poor health, and still with Fang Ru...
Wang Sumo realized that this was—
Huo Ling!
Bai Cen recognized him and quickly lowered his head.
[Author's Note]
The world of martial arts is vast, yet also very small.
Huo Ling makes his appearance
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