#80 - Sister, you don't understand men! (Please order first)
October 1st.
In my previous life, the first thing that would come to most people's minds on this day was National Day.
Many people might not even know that this day on the lunar calendar is actually the Cold Clothes Festival, one of the three major "ghost festivals" of the year.
Offering sacrifices to deceased ancestors is called sending winter clothes.
As the cold winter approaches, people send cold-weather clothing to their deceased relatives, and also provide warmth to wandering souls.
Wealthy families would burn real clothes, while ordinary families would burn colorful paper as a substitute. If they were really poor, burning some yellow paper would also suffice.
No one knows the difference between these three methods, or which method sends the warmest "clothing" to the underworld.
In any case, they are all expressions of remembrance and compassion for the deceased.
Noon.
At a post station located in Tanzhou, many people who had just finished paying respects to their ancestors on the nearby mountain gradually arrived.
Most of them brought their own food, only stopping here to rest and get a bowl of water to soak their dry rations.
Fortunately, the post official managing this station was a kind person, and he directly placed several large wooden buckets filled with sweet well water at the entrance for people to use freely.
Some people would leave one or two copper coins next to the buckets after taking water, while others, reluctant to part with the money, would shout loudly, "Thank you, Official, for the water!"
Although there was no response, it was still considered that they hadn't drunk the water for nothing.
Blue smoke still drifted from the nearby low mountain, and the post station was peaceful and serene.
Just as this midday was about to pass, a cloud of dust suddenly rose at the end of the official road, and immediately afterward, more than a hundred Qingjia soldiers escorted several carriages and galloped over.
Although it wasn't a large formation, few of the villagers present had ever seen such a sight, so it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
A post station worker hurriedly came out from the post station and ran over to ask loudly, "Are you soldiers planning to rest here? Can I see your official documents?"
One of the soldiers dismounted and handed over a stack of passes: "We will only rest here for about an hour. Go and get something for us to eat."
The post station worker took the official documents, and his expression instantly became panicked after only one glance.
However, this person was quite clever and quickly locked his eyes on Liang Zhen.
"G-Greetings, General Commander!"
"Mm."
Liang Zhen nodded, not saying much.
A soldier next to him immediately shouted, "Alright, hurry up and prepare the food!"
"Sir, this is just a small post station, and I'm afraid we can't prepare so much food in a short amount of time."
"Prepare as much as you can! Why are you talking so much nonsense!"
"Ah! Please calm down, sir! Please calm down, sir!"
"I-I will bring the food right away!"
The post station worker originally wanted to invite Liang Zhen to rest in the post station, but now he didn't dare to ask and hurriedly ran off to prepare the food.
The common people not far away couldn't hear what they were saying and were still looking in this direction, occasionally whispering a few words.
"These officers and soldiers are so mighty. I wonder where they're from?"
"Qingjia armor, they should be from those few southern prefectures."
"Hey? The woman on horseback is so beautiful! She really has a heroic spirit!"
"The maid is also good-looking, even prettier than our master's several wives!"
"Look, look, another one wearing a red dress is coming down from the carriage!"
"..."
The two people who were talking suddenly fell silent, their eyes wide open.
After a long while, they finally moved their Adam's apples and swallowed their saliva at the same time.
"T-This is a fairy..."
......
"Huff!"
Next to the carriage, Wei Changtian stretched lazily and looked up at the U-shaped low mountain in front of him.
A canyon running from top to bottom divided the low mountain into two halves, as if a heavenly axe had forcefully split a gap in the mountain range.
At this time, there were few green trees in the mountain, and large areas of red and yellow spread out, giving it a bit of a heroic feeling.
Tsk tsk tsk, if this were in my previous life, it would be a 5A scenic spot with a little development.
Wei Changtian secretly praised the wonders of nature and then shifted his gaze to Yang Liushi next to him.
She had reunited with him the day before yesterday, and her appearance almost caused a commotion among Liang Zhen's hundred-odd personal soldiers.
Actually, that was okay, but the key was that Liang Zhen was almost stirred up....
A beauty can cause trouble!
"I suggest that you don't get out of the carriage if you can avoid it in the future."
Wei Changtian advised seriously, "If it really doesn't work, just wear a mask or a veil or something."
"Hehe, is the Young Master jealous?"
Yang Liushi ignored the people coming and going around her, turned around, and held Wei Changtian's arm coquettishly: "But this is how I was born, and I can't help it."
Cut the crap!
You were born a fox!
Wei Changtian complained in his heart, shook his head, and said: "I'm not that petty, I'm mainly thinking about others."
"Why does the Young Master say that?"
"Look at that person."
Wei Changtian pointed to a soldier not far away who was grimacing and rubbing his forehead: "He just bumped into a tree because he was secretly looking at you."
"And that one also bumped into a horse's butt because he was looking at you."
"The most miserable one tied the reins to himself when he was tying up the horse."
"..."
Yang Liushi looked at them one by one with her small mouth open, and was soon amused.
But her smile was not a small matter, and there was an immediate burst of noise around her, and it was obvious that someone had been hit again.
Wei Changtian was helpless for a while, and just as he was about to get Yang Liushi back into the carriage, Liang Qin came over at this time.
"Brother Changtian, the food is here, let's go eat."
She first finished talking to Wei Changtian, then glanced at Yang Liushi and added coldly.
"Miss Liushi, would you like to come with us?"
"Me..."
Yang Liushi didn't look at Liang Qin, but looked at Wei Changtian affectionately: "I'll listen to the Young Master."
"..."
Liang Qin looked at Yang Liushi, who was better than herself in appearance and figure, and suddenly remembered what she had said to Wei Changtian in the Wei Mansion that night.
If you have to marry me, I will marry you, but I hope we can be brothers and sisters...
As a result...
Liang Qin was a little annoyed.
To use the words of my previous life, it was like suddenly having a feeling of "the clown is actually myself".
Thinking of this, she blurted out a sentence.
"Hmph! Can't Miss Liushi even make her own decisions about eating!"
"I'm not unable to make my own decisions."
Yang Liushi said softly: "My original intention was not to show my face in public, but I was afraid of rejecting Miss Liang's face..."
"I didn't invite you! I was just being polite!"
The more Liang Qin thought about it, the angrier she became, and she directly reached out and grabbed Wei Changtian and walked away: "Brother Changtian, let's go, Miss Liushi can come with us if she wants to!"
"Ah! Okay, okay, okay..."
Wei Changtian was helplessly dragged away, thinking that this Shura field came a bit inexplicably.
Didn't Liang Qin not like him? What kind of vinegar is she eating?
Could it be that Liang Qin heard about the various "glorious deeds" he had done recently and changed her mind?
It's not impossible...
Wei Changtian was thinking wildly, while Liang Qin was holding his hand and turning her head to look at Yang Liushi with hostility.
Yang Liushi looked back, not angry that her man was dragged away by another woman, and even had a smile on her pretty face.
This smile seemed to be saying—
Sisters, you don't understand men at all!
Volume 2 The story has just begun, take it slow...
