"What a load of rubbish! The handsome young man you were staring at and drooling over is the hairy monster. This girl is really judging people by their appearance."
Ah Zhuang regretted not combing his hair before coming out. His hair only grew to knee length, which was a length he had worked hard to grow.
When he first arrived in the swamp forest, he had meat to eat every day, three meals a day, and each meal made him so full that he loved it there. The people in the forest were also very kind to him.
Of course, Da Zhuang's favorite person is the long-haired young master. It was he who captured Da Zhuang and brought him back to the swamp forest, allowing Da Zhuang to live a good life. Da Zhuang admires the bright moon young master the most.
Under Da Zhuang's heavy filter, Zhao Mingyue's floor-length hair became something Da Zhuang longed for, so he vowed to grow his hair as long as the young master's, and one day his hair would also grow to the point of dragging on the ground.
Daze's hair wasn't as long as his, because Daze's mother would occasionally trim the ends of his hair. Daze would also comb and tie his hair normally, unlike Dazhuang who was so casual and crazy.
No wonder Zhang Xiantao mistook him for the hairy monster.
Not to mention Zhang Xiantao, even the Mu Village Chief's family thought that Dazhuang was the hairy monster. They looked at him with a very complicated expression, which was both fearful and somewhat ingratiating.
So the Kimura chief and his family watched as several men in white led three boys dressed in animal skins into the house and invited them to eat together.
While everyone was eating in the main room, the village chief would occasionally linger at the door, seemingly walking by unintentionally. When no one was paying attention to him, the village chief would immediately peek out furtively, his target being Da Zhuang, who had long, flowing hair that reached his knees.
Over the past few years, Dazhuang has lived in the swamp forest for four years, hunting with everyone in the forest every day. He has developed courage and keen intuition. Whenever the village chief peeks at him, he can sense it immediately and catch him red-handed.
When Da Zhuang glared at him like he was staring at prey, the village chief became even more convinced that Da Zhuang was the hairy monster, and he trembled as he went back into the house.
He started whispering to his wife, "Old woman, you said that the long-haired monster wasn't Fang Yuniang, does that mean Fang Yuniang died thirty years ago? Then who is this long-haired monster? Where did he come from? When did he enter the swamp? He looks only seventeen or eighteen years old."
The village chief's wife frowned and pondered seriously for a moment. "That was a boy, only a teenager, but a hairy monster appeared in our village sixteen years ago. This boy hadn't even been born yet, right? Are you sure it's the same person?"
"It was certain before, but your reminder has made it uncertain again." Chief Kimura felt a bit numb. He felt that the appearance of those men in white had disrupted everything, and he had a feeling that something was going to change in the future.
He harbored some resentment, but he dared not show it. Those men in white were too strong; he couldn't handle them.
The room was originally enough, but now there are three more people, so it's not enough room. Zhu Qiuyu's idea is to have the village chief's grandson give up his room, and the child can share the room with the village chief and his wife for one night.
"It's fine if we sleep on the ground. We brought a lot of animal hides, and they'll keep us warm on the ground," Dazhuang and Daze both said, indicating that it didn't matter.
"I want to sleep on the bed." Zhao Mingyue didn't want to sleep on the ground, although he often slept on the ground at night in the forest, especially when he went into the mountains to hunt. If he couldn't return that day, he would spend the night in a cave.
But when he left home, his mother told him that he should fit in with others and do what others do. If he was too unconventional, he would be seen as an oddball, which would be bad for his situation.
Zhao Mingyue was clever and trusted his mother's words, so he didn't want to sleep on the floor like Da Zhuang and Da Ze; he wanted to sleep on the bed like Young Master Zhu and the others.
So in the end, the village chief's two grandsons had no choice but to give up their beds to Zhao Mingyue.
The next morning, the group left Chaimu Village. At first, the villagers hid in their houses and dared not come out. They only dared to come out and see after they left.
The village chief looked worried, feeling that with Dazhuang gone and the long-haired monster gone, there would be no one to help capture any more refugees who wandered into the village, and their village would be in trouble.
Zhao Mingyue rode in the same carriage as Zhu Chumo and Zhu Xichen. The three men inside the carriage were expressionless, and none of them spoke.
Zhang Xiantao's carriage was bustling with activity. She and her two maids, along with Dazhuang and Daze, made up the five of them. They were all talkative and chattered non-stop throughout the journey.
The guards outside, who were driving the carriage, were tired of hearing it. They found it incredibly noisy. They used to only have to endure the chatter of the young lady and two maids, but now there were two more boys. They couldn't understand why the two boys were also so talkative.
"Dazhuang, are you really not the long-haired monster who came to Chaimu Village to steal things? Isn't that Zhao Mingyue the one?" Zhang Xiantao just couldn't connect the long-haired monster with the terrifying aura with the gentle and bright-looking boy.
"I've said it so many times, it really isn't me, it's Young Master Mingyue." Dazhuang no longer dared to call Zhao Mingyue "Young Master with Long Hair," and instead called him "Young Master Mingyue."
Daze had been nagging him for half an hour last night, making his head ache. He had to remember that he couldn't just call someone by a nickname when he was out in public, or people would laugh at him.
"Tell me what Zhao Mingyue likes to eat and what his usual preferences are." Zhang Xiantao's eyes darted around, her meaning clear.
However, Dazhuang and Daze were simple-minded and did not expect her to be so profound. Moreover, Zhang Xiantao was warm and friendly, and even treated them to delicious pastries and candies. They thought Miss Zhang was a good person.
The reason they asked about Young Master Mingyue's preferences was definitely because they wanted to treat him to a delicious meal.
“Mingyue usually goes into the forest to collect herbs or hunt. Many times he will ride a big ox across the swamp to Chaimu Village to get things. He likes to eat meat and wild vegetables, and in the summer he likes to catch fish in the stream,” Daze said seriously.
"Young Master also likes to talk to Da Niu. This time, when Young Master is leaving the swamp, Da Niu got angry. Young Master is also very reluctant to part with Da Niu," Da Zhuang added.
Zhang Xiantao listened attentively, raised her hand to touch her delicate chin, and looked thoughtful.
So that's how it is. Zhao Mingyue likes Da Niu, but Da Niu lives in the swamp and can't come out with her. He must be very reluctant to let her go.
After traveling for five days, the group stopped to rest in a place called Luoyu Town. Their first priority was to find an inn to stay overnight before leaving the next morning.
Zhang Xiantao was very busy, asking around to see if anyone was willing to sell a cow, and she was willing to pay more money to buy it.
"Why are you buying a cow? Don't we already have a horse-drawn carriage?" Xingxing asked, puzzled.
"You're still young, you don't understand. You'll understand when you're older in a few years," Zhang Xiantao said meaningfully.
"What's so mysterious about buying a cow? You have to grow up to understand?" Xingxing was speechless. Looking at Zhang Xiantao's lewd smile, she felt something was wrong. "Your smile is so lewd. I bet you're planning something bad."
Zhang Xiantao glared at Xingxing, "Little kid, don't talk nonsense. I'm doing a good deed, how could it be considered a bad one? You don't understand and you still won't admit it."
Star gazed into the other's heart-shaped eyes and suddenly shivered. Why did it feel so cheesy?
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