After lying on the root of the tree for about half an hour, Jiang Ling found himself half-immersed in the water. Then he got up and walked along the river bank to the mountains.

There were no high-rise buildings in this era, and everywhere you looked was green and lush. A little further away, there was fog and sky, as if ink was spread out, and everything was immersed in haze.

After half an hour of rest, this frail body finally regained some strength.

When I stood up again, I suddenly felt hungry.

After walking only a few steps, my feet felt sluggish, as if my body had not eaten for two days.

I thought that a random drawing on a stone would turn out to be a bottle of [Yunnan Baiyao]. Now that I was hungry and my body was cold and clammy, why not draw a roasted chicken and a set of clothes.

The old technique is used again to paint on the stone,

This time, after waiting for a long time, I still didn't see the object solidify.

"It was obviously possible before, why can't it be done now?"

He wiped off his clothes, leaving only the roasted chicken, but the painting on the stone remained unchanged over another cup of tea.

He erased the roasted chicken and drew another bottle of [Yunnan Baiyao], but it still didn't take effect.

It can be seen that this strange ability does not work every time, maybe only once a day? Or once in a while?

The empty valley ahead is faint, and the sound of distant gongs, drums and firecrackers vaguely echoes.

Judging from the sound, it shouldn't be too far from the village.

"It's time to leave. If I don't leave and someone discovers me, I'm afraid I will be taken back."

Even though his feet were weak, he still managed to find a wooden stick as a staff and stumbled towards the east.

The village is in the west, so going east is always right.

On the way, he drank water for himself three times. Every time the water entered his stomach, the feeling of hunger became a little better.

As I moved forward, some memories of this body gradually became clear in my mind.

After wandering around in the wild mountains and wild fields, we finally found our way onto a bluestone road. In my memory, as long as we followed this road sixty miles east, we could reach Guobei County.

When the owner of this body was young, he went to the market with his parents once.

"Guobei County is not a small place. As long as you go there, you should be fine."

After walking for about five miles, it suddenly rained, with a steady patter and a steady fall.

We were walking in the rain, but because we had no shoes to wear, we slipped and fell several times, which made us extremely embarrassed.

After another five miles, although it was still raining, the sun also appeared in the sky. It was a combination of sunny and rainy, which was really weird.

Not far ahead, there was suddenly the faint sound of gongs and drums, which was very lively.

Hearing this sound, Jiang Ling suddenly panicked, fearing that he had detoured back to the village on the mountain road.

Immediately he stopped and looked far away, and saw red clothes occasionally swaying in the shade of the trees, and the gongs and drums were celebrating, not the sound of sacrifices.

Only then did I feel calmer.

‘It’s so lively with the gongs and drums, could someone be celebrating a birthday?’

After walking forward two hundred steps, I saw a team dressed in red walking through the forest, playing and playing.

Jiang Ling first looked at them from a distance to confirm that those people were all unfamiliar faces, and then walked forward to greet them.

The people in the team looked at him sideways, but said nothing, just smiled.

There was a short, fat old man at the end of the team, with a hunched body and a slight hunchback. He looked up at him and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where are you going, little Xianggong?"

Jiang Ling replied: "I want to go to Guobei County. I wonder if this is the right way?"

"We're on the right track, but it's still a long way to Guobei!" the old man said with a smile.

Jiang Ling apologized and said, "As long as you're on the right track, it doesn't matter if you're not far away."

Seeing that there were eight people carrying the sedan in front of him, but it was empty, Jiang Ling asked, "Mr., are you going to welcome the bride?"

The old man walked and said: "The bride has been welcomed and is on her way to the groom's official home."

Already welcomed?

Jiang Ling looked at the sedan again, and just now it was clear that it was empty through the red gauze. But when he looked again, he saw that there were already graceful figures sitting inside.

Dazzled?

After walking a few steps, the old man said again: "There are few people in the wild mountains here, so meeting by chance is worse than meeting by chance. Since we have bumped into my young husband, I wonder if we can go and have a wedding drink together?"

Drinking wedding wine?

Chance encounters and invitations on the road are usually nothing more than polite words.

Jiang Ling was just about to refuse, but he couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. When he thought of food, his stomach was churning like a knife, and the water he drank earlier could no longer be suppressed.

The old man added: "The bridegroom is the son of Mr. Hu's mother-in-law. He is not far ahead. Mr. Hu is known to be hospitable to guests near and far. If my young husband goes, the Hu family will definitely be happy."

What I said is really hard to refuse.

Jiang Ling smiled and half-nudging him.

After a while, I saw a manor house in the wild ridge ahead, which was built quite impressively.

As soon as the welcoming procession approached, the gongs, drums and suona played louder than before, and red flowers were scattered all over the ground.

When the team entered the courtyard gate, they saw carved beams and painted buildings outside, and a unique cave inside.

The pavilions and waterside pavilions are like a dream, and the main hall and courtyard are magnificent.

The team entered and took their seats. The courtyard was filled with tables and seats, at least twenty or thirty tables.

As an occasional guest, Jiang Ling also knew how to use his discretion. He sat down at the outermost table and shared the same table with a few young people who had just played gongs and drums.

I felt anxious and just wanted to have something to eat and then leave.

But suddenly I saw a golden cup and jade cup placed on the table.

The delicacies on the plate are so dazzling and luxurious.

I can't help but say that Hu Yuan's wife is so grand.

Although there was a lot of food on the table, he was too embarrassed to do so before anyone else had started.

He wanted to strike up a few words with the people at the same table to relieve the embarrassment, but no matter how he struck up a conversation, the people who played the gong didn't say anything, they just had silly smiles on their faces, like all of them were mute.

After that, he saw a complicated set of worship procedures, with people coming and going at the table, but he didn't see the details clearly.

About half an hour later, the hunchbacked old man from before actually walked over here with the two newcomers.

The bride and groom are wearing red robes. The groom is young but has very thick hair on his face. The bride has a small face and a slightly stiff smile.

The two of them did not speak, and only raised their glasses to express their gratitude.

The old man with a hunchback said with a smile: "The bride and groom learned that a distinguished guest was coming, so they came here to express their gratitude. They also asked the young husband to show their respect and have a drink."

"Sorry to bother you, I wish you all the best for having a son soon." Jiang Ling gave a blessing, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Wine is fruit wine, with a very pure fruity fragrance. When you drink it down your throat, it feels like skating in your stomach.

“Good wine.”

The old man saw that he was happy, and his face became three points more happy, "Today is a happy event, can my young husband leave a calligraphy treasure to celebrate?"

calligraphy?

He probably saw Jiang Ling with a square scarf on his head. He must be a literate man.

Since it's time to have a feast, it's time to leave something as a gift.

Seeing him say this, Jiang Ling looked embarrassed.

Without waiting for his response, the old man asked someone to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Seeing this, Jiang Ling's expression became even more sluggish.

Calligraphy? He has a hammer for calligraphy, but he can’t write well with calligraphy.

If he really left a calligraphy treasure, it would definitely make people laugh.

After thinking about this, he said: "How about painting instead?"

After hearing this, the old people were all happy and started painting. That would be even better.

So Jiang Ling asked them to get a piece of charcoal, peel it, and grind it in an inkstone to prepare a sketch for the newlyweds.

Let the newlyweds sit down and be quiet for reference.

After only half an hour, a sketch was completed. I looked at it myself and found that although it was not a pencil drawing, my skills were still there and it was above the standard.

When he handed the painting to the old man, the old man was surprised and praised him repeatedly, and immediately passed the painting on to others for viewing.

Seeing their appearance, Jiang Ling also smiled. The paintings of ancient people were mostly freehand, while sketches were more realistic.

In such an era, the sudden creation of such a painting must have had a strong visual impact on them, right?

After the painting was circulated, the two newlyweds carefully collected it. Afterwards, their family took turns coming over to toast and express their gratitude.

Jiangling couldn't resist, so he had to drink a few more drinks.

The venue was full of celebrations and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After finally drinking seven glasses of wine, I thought I would give it up, but I didn’t expect that the man and woman had many relatives, and there was another round of toasts.

As an invited guest, it was hard for Jiang Ling to refuse a toast to everyone.

So I just raised my head and drank three bowls of wine in a row, lying on the table and pretending to be drunk.

You're all so drunk, you shouldn't still be paying respects, right?

This strategy is probably a clever one,

After he lay down, several minutes passed without anyone bothering him again.

At first, Jiang Ling just pretended to be drunk, but after lying down for a while, the alcohol really got to him, and he fell asleep before he knew it.
Chapter completed!