v2 Chapter 82： Going to climb the mountain for the tail (second more)

There are not only a few people around me who worry about it, but also others. If there are more back packs, they will not move. The distance to be arranged will probably take half a month, no matter how it is installed.

Li? I got the cheats from Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Wei. I didn’t worry at all. I smiled and asked everyone to “have shovel?”

"With it, the shovel is useless. The wild vegetables can't be eaten. They chew in the mouth and the wood." The man who spoke only nodded quickly, and took the shovel that Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao had handed down from the backpack. Come out, now they have one each.

"If you bring it, what else is it, do you have to take it with salt?" Li asked another thing.

All the people nod together, blankets, salt, shovel, bowls, lime, fire, rope, and telescopic sticks have become their must-have items, even if they are less than a little bit of backpacks, these are not lacking. Otherwise it is easy to get things done, there is a pair of spare shoes, the kind with a small squat underneath.

"Then don't be afraid, I have brought a little more than you, oil, and put a small tube. I can divide you later. I don't blame you. You didn't know it before." Li? I only said that I brought something. Just do it, but don't say what it is for.

Everyone clearly wants to know, and dare not ask, can only write down this words, wait until time to see, fried noodles plus water, Li? These people eat fast, eat on the road, do not wait for others.

Other people see the emperor and grandson gone, but also keep up, fortunately, the things they eat can be held in their hands, do not have to lie in one place to eat.

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Manshan maple leaves red, small trails into the plexus. Seeing the pavilion high, the building is short on the way. Studying ink is full of poetry, and the paper is empty. The coward took a rest and said that the autumn was thick.

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Wei changed the look of the body and dressed in the clothes that were in the way. Under the protection of several people, they climbed the mountain next to them.

I don’t know if I’m not waiting, I’m waiting for a few turns, walking on the small road, seeing the pavilion built in front, and watching the small building, I know that there are a lot of literati here, maybe autumn is the big one. When poetry flourished, all the pavilions and buildings that met were all written poems.

There is no place to write, there is a special person who hangs a piece of white paper there, and people continue to trace it up. Some people have already stained the pen and found that the paper that has just been hung up is occupied. wait.

"Xiaobao, you see, this poem is well written. Today is late autumn, I am going to climb the hill. Poultry is also climbing, a duck and a cliff. This person must sing very well, oh yeah."

Wang Hao looked at the word of the chicken, and his face turned red and Zhang Xiaobao said.

"Well, it's good, good poetry." Zhang Xiaobao followed.

"It turned out that this little son and little lady also saw that Wang's poem was good? It was really a heartfelt feeling."

Zhang Xiaobao’s voice just fell, and a person who was about to write a poem next to him said that he said that the two people had a glimpse of it.

Wang Hao mouth moved "Xiao Bao, remember to remind me later, write the last name, I will not be like him."

"Okay, I am more fortunate. If he wants to surname Zhang, I will write the surname separately. The top is the bow and the bottom is long." Zhang Xiaobao expressed his understanding.

This person just said one sentence, it seems that there is a feeling of unfinished feelings, stop the action, and said: "Then you can know the meaning of Wang's poem?"

He really does not despise the children in front of him, as two people who can speak.

Wang Wei took a look at Zhang Xiaobao and made a look at him. Zhang Xiaobao snorted and said: "According to my estimation, this is a poem that is full of hearts and minds. From the last sentence, we can know that a duck and a cliff, a duck Standing on the edge of the cliff, watching it, worrying that it will fall, even a duck can be treated like this, let alone people?"

"Not right, Wang is a poem that writes about the past, this little lady, you say." This person does not intend to simply let Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao, shake his head and look at the king. I look forward to it.

Wang Hao had no choice but to smack his head and stare at the ‘poetry’, and wanted to create a feeling of affection.

"Oh~! I know, you must have a duck in your home. When you fall home in the fall, you will climb up and just see the ducks of others. You think, home is in the cape, I am at the end of the world, there are ducks in the house. This is also a duck, you feel a little bit, right?"

Wang Hao for a while, finally said the words.

The man nodded "Well, although not in the middle, but not far away, I saw this duck, I thought, why are you not a wild duck, so you can fly very far, do you want to fly off the cliff? I If you have wings, you must go home and see."

"En-en, yes, that's it, it's a good mood, that big brother, you are busy, let's go up first." Zhang Xiaobao hurriedly reconciled, finished talking, and pulled Wang Hao's hand to run up.

"And slow, I look at you two, it seems to be good, is it a sentence without feelings? If the two have been going, last year, this year's good, it is better to leave a copy of the treasure here for future generations to see."

This person stopped Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao again, and asked him to write something that he felt.

"Hey, you write, there is no way, deal with one, you can go." Zhang Xiaobao made Wang Hao in the beginning, his words will be stronger than this person, the training time is too short.

"Okay... okay." Wang Hao had to go to this person to pick up the pen and put the paper on the stone table. When he was ready to drop the pen, he said, "I can't write poetry, just write something fun, feeling, I must feel it."

Wang Hao said something, the word of the hand was written, and the strength of the wrist was not yet practiced. It was a little softer. After writing, throwing the pen and pulling Zhang Xiaobao to run.

Waiting for the two to leave, the talent smiled and went to see what Wang Hao wrote. ‘La la la, you are the wind, I am sand. ’

"Oh, the little baby is a little baby, it is fun to write." The man saw the first few words, laughed out, and the people next to him curiously came over and read: "la la la, you are the wind, I am sand. I have blown through the duckweed, and occasionally laugh and fall."

The person next to looked at the words written on the paper, and looked at the surname of the king, followed by two laughs, and said nothing, went straight.

"Wang Gongzi, I don't know if you can send this paper to me?" Just when the name Wang was honed by Wang Hao, a person who had just arrived came to the front and looked at him and said to him. .

"This one……."

"Wang Gongzi, I have a hundred yuan here, and I can do it with the words on the son's hand. The son of the son must also write. It is better for me to write another hundred words. How?" The man immediately said another.

"Okay." The surname Wang did not take it. When he saw the two hundred texts, he had to write it. He also wrote one directly. After the man who was written by Wang Wei copied it again, he sold it to this person.

"Go, send this speed to the adults, tell the adults, the little girl of Wangjiazhuangzi wrote." The man took things, turned and rushed back, stepped out of the way, and told the oncoming people.

The person promised, carefully collected the words, and turned and ran. This person took out the name written by Wang, and glanced at it: "The **** doesn't work."

The group became a group, and the pickpocket was thrown into the mouth of a mouth that was carved out of wood. It was a special garbage bin.

A man carrying a basket on the road and holding a broom in his hand, sweeping the branches and pebbles that appeared on the road, looked at the man, and took another person’s direction of departure, not rushing to sweep After sweeping the ground, he turned and walked to another place. Just after a corner, the speed suddenly increased.

Staring at the figure of the departing person in front, until the mountain, watching the man running towards the pier, he said a word to the person next to the horse, and soon a horse carrying people also toward Going by.

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"It's too scary. After a while, I don't want to meet him again, long-term memory, and I won't talk anymore in the future." Wang Xiao, who ran to the top of the mountain with Zhang Xiaobao, said with a sigh of relief.

"Well, I am too persistent. I hope that he is not a scholar in the civil service examination. That word is also awkward. Well, standing here and looking down, it is really bright, that is, the place is not repaired, there is only one platform, no fence, in case It’s not good to fall."

Zhang Xiaobao opened his arms and felt the wind blowing. Looking at the scenery below, he said happily.

Wang Hao also said: "Yes, after finishing the fence, I have to add two nets below. I am afraid that someone will stand on the fence and feel the higher style. Unfortunately, there is not such a good cable, or it will go down one. It’s even more fun.”

"Well, let's go, go down, get rid of the tail, let's see how the lake is repaired." Zhang Xiaobao whispered, pulling Wang Hao down the other way, the protector still followed .

Down the mountain is a little slower, there is no road, it is rugged, the stairs are also carved out from the mountain, there is only one rope protection.

When I came to the foot of the mountain, there were three horse-drawn carriages waiting to be pulled side by side. The protectors first surrounded the three cars and waited for Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao to get in. This only protects a car from the door. The direction is fast.

As soon as the car left, there were two people in the second car next to it. They commanded a car to move, and also went to the door of Tuen Mun.

Waiting for the second car to go, the last remaining car turned in the direction, the horseshoe made a pedaling sound, went to the lake over there.

After about a quarter of an hour, the third car stopped and the door opened. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao came out from the inside, watching the water already there, and repairing the lake around the dam, and ran over.

"Well, waiting for the dam to be repaired, you can dig a canal to Ronaldinho, and it will be much more convenient to come here next summer." Wang Hao stood in the pavilion at the lake.

"Well, yes, there is no spring in the mountains, otherwise, if you have a small river, let those talented people play with the songs." Zhang Xiaobao is a little regrettable. 2k novel reading network