If the old farmer wants to say, the 16th year of Zhaowu was still very good. A spring drizzled sky finally cleared before the wheat harvest. The hot sun hung in the sky, and the water vapor on the ground was steamed for a long time. The willow trees that grew wildly in spring no longer had the pride of the past, and hung down the willow branches listlessly. The cicadas hid among the leaves and began to scream wildly, causing the naughty boys under the tree to stick the gluten to the bamboo poles.

The entire land of China is filled with the atmosphere of harvest, whether it is Qin, Qi, or Chu. Whenever you go to a countryside, you will see the golden ocean-like wheat waves rippling in the breeze. The happy-looking farmer got up before dawn and put the wheat down neatly on the ridges with a sickle. The half-year-old boy was responsible for collecting the crops he had cut. They tied the wheat with straw ropes and carried it to the ground.

Half-old boys are half working and half playing. They often use wheat to cheer up and say a few words to their younger brothers and sisters sitting there guarding, and then turn a few somersaults on the ground to play with their treasures. The younger brother's eyes were envious, and the younger sister's applause would be considered a stop. If in previous years, my father would have taken a shoulder pole to chase this ignorant boy, but this year's scenery would be good, and the days would have been smoother. The brat's actions would have become much cute in my father's eyes.

But a loud roar is inevitable: "Erwa, you damn god, come here to work!"

The second kid was showing off to his younger brother and sister that he had won yesterday. He was talking about the important point of turning defeat into victory. He could not leave. He didn't look back and said loudly: "Dad, there is a team official coming from afar. I have to go and see if they can accept me!"

Erwa's father heard this and knew that Erwa wanted to go to the city to become a high-ranking official again. He straightened his back and smiled and cursed: "You bastard, if you can follow me, how much food can you save in a day."

As he said that, he looked south on the official road and found that there was a real convoy in the distance.

After a while, the convoy got closer and closer. Yishui's yellow four-wheeled double-carriage was pulled by two tall horses. Under the careful greeting of the driver, he drove on the flat avenue without any hurry. There were more than a dozen cars in front and behind. There were a row of cavalrymen in golden helmets and golden armor on both sides of the convoy, riding all the snow-white war horses, without a single one.

Erwa and his father were both impressed by the convoy's temperament and stood in the field with their mouths open. The convoy slowly stopped on the official road in front of Erwa's house. Several people dressed in black and guards protected a carriage in the middle of the convoy. A leader knocked on the door a few times. The door opened from the inside, and two men in black were also carrying a man in brocade clothes from the carriage to a wooden wheelchair that had been prepared underground.

The man sat in a wheelchair with a bitter look on his face, as if complaining to the man in black beside him. However, the guards in black just whispered to laugh, but ignored his request. For a moment, a thin guard pushed the wooden wheelchair by a thin guard, satisfying the man in brocade's wish to take a walk.

Erwa looked at the official in the wheelchair curiously, and saw him pointing fingers and sighing loudly, and then begging the guards beside him to get up and walk around. After being rejected, he angrily complained that the guards were too close to him, which affected him to see the scenery.

Erwa finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

His laugh was not loud, but the person in the wheelchair had a more agile ear than a cat. When he heard someone laugh, the man in the brocade poked his head out of the surround of the man in black and grinned at Erwa. Under the sunlight, his neat teeth were so white that it made people feel panicked.

Erwa's father hurried up, slapped Erwa's head twice, and shouted loudly: "Damn it, why don't you go back to work with me?" As he said that, he was about to drag him back to the field.

Erwa was in trouble and shook his father's big hand hard and shouted: "No, I want to ask this official if he accepts me as his subordinate."

Hearing this unexpected answer, the young man in the wheelchair was aroused. He signaled the guard to bring the talking child to his side.

A guard next to him walked over and nodded to Erwa's father, "This elder is polite. Our highness invites the noble prince to go and talk, and you have a invitation."

Before his father could speak, Erwa jumped three feet high and said happily: "Okay, I'll go there now, thank you brother." He bowed to the guard and ran to the young man in the wheelchair.

Seeing that his kid was like this, Erwa's father had to sigh, take off the dry towel around his waist, slap the soil on his body hard, and follow him.

Erwa ran to the young man in Jinyi, and knelt down quickly before the young man in Jinyi could speak. He kowtowed three times, then straightened his waist and said loudly: "Please accept me, please accept me!"

This prayer made the young man in the wheelchair confused. After a while, he came to his senses and laughed: "Little brother, do you want to be my subordinate?"

Erwa nodded very seriously, his expression was a little serious.

The young man raised his face and pretended to be serious: "I don't raise anyone here to eat rice. I have all the skills, so take this one for example..." He pointed to a strong guard beside him. Then he said: "This person can be stinged by bees without making a sound and moving."

At this time, except for the strong guard, the rest were laughing, and some were even rubbing their stomachs.

The young man in the wheelchair also wanted to laugh, but before the laughter could be heard, he felt a pain like a knife in his chest, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body. In the pain, he couldn't help but gasp violently, and beads of sweat were hanging on his face.

The guard on the side quickly took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the bottle plug, poured out a brown pill the size of a longan and handed it to the young man.

The young man in brocade shook his head effortlessly, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a moment, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

Erwa and his father were already scared and knelt on the ground obediently, not daring to breathe.

Seeing Erwa and his son shivered, the young man in Jinyi asked the guard to help Erwa's father up and whisper to him: "Brother, don't be afraid, I'm just talking to this child, there's no other meaning."

Then he ignored Erwa's father's begging for mercy and said to Erwa: "Tell me, what are your abilities that you can make a living with me?"

When Erwa heard this, he forgot to be afraid. He thought hard and finally said in a disgusting way: "I have no ability except for a good memory."

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