I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 27 Yinchuan Postman Huang Laier

In mid-October of the seventh year of Tianqi, there was a great cold in the north, and the severe winter came in advance. Tens of thousands of people were frozen to death in an instant, and countless livestock, birds and animals were frozen to death.

The areas in Shaanxi, Shanxi, and Gansu were even more miserable.

Yan'an Mansion, Mizhi County, Bijia Village.

In a small yellow mud adobe castle named 'Yinchuanguan', a kang was burned long ago, and braziers were placed in several dilapidated post houses.

Outside the bunker, the sun was high and the weather was bitingly cold.

That kind of bright cold makes people feel restless, always feeling that something big is about to happen.

Several old postmen lay reclined on the heated kang, hugging their heads and faces with worn sheepskin robes, sleeping half dead, snoring everywhere, and the strong smell of sheepskin mixed with the smell of sweat in the room made people even more dizzy sleep.

Huang Lai'er, a postman, came in and out several times, looking towards the southeast anxiously, with a beard around his purple face, making him look like a 40-year-old man at a young age.

Later, he simply climbed onto a nearby beacon tower and looked into the distance.

He didn't know what he was looking at.

I don't know why I looked around.

A bright sun hung high in the dark blue sky, emitting a dazzling white light, but without the slightest heat, which made him very strange.

This shitty weather is so cold.

Huang Lai'er got off the beacon, found a leeward place to lie down, chewed a piece of freeze-dried dogtail grass in his mouth, bored, and began to miss his mother-in-law Han Jin'er.

That woman is very hot, and her legs are also very strong. Every time she thinks about it, Huang Lai'er will have the feeling of urinating.

A few days ago, he entrusted a postman from his hometown to bring back ten catties of millet. He heard that the woman was even fresher. In the words of that vulgar postman from his hometown, even the wind would make her wet...

Huang Lai'er couldn't help but want to pee again.

He stood up staggeringly, not bothering to go forward, unbuttoned his belt, and dealt with it on the spot facing the bright cold sun.

Suddenly, he shuddered.

There was a sound of crisp horseshoes, Huang Lai'er couldn't help spitting on the ground, and muttered cursingly: "I didn't see that I was peeing, this is what happened."

Yinchuanguan is located in the north of Mizhi County, Yan'an Prefecture. After half a day's horse riding to the north, you will reach Mobei. Sometimes you can see those bow-legged prairie people.

"Urgent report, spread it quickly, without any mistakes!"

The postman at another post station threw a copy of the residence newspaper into Huang Lai'er's arms, rode away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Huang Lai'er was fastening his trouser belt, and couldn't spare his hand to get the residence newspaper, so he let it fall to the ground.

Unbiased, it just fell into a large bubble of hot urine that I sprinkled, and a large area was wet.

When he finally fastened his trouser belt, he bent down to pick up the so-called 'urgent item', and when he flipped through his hands, he saw that the urine was stained with a layer of sallow, and it was blown by the cold wind, and quickly turned into a layer of white flowers. ice particles.

Huang Laier wiped the "urgent mail" on the sheepskin jacket casually, and took a closer look, but it was a mansion newspaper sent to the Mizhi County Government.

He shook his head and smiled wryly, cursed, 'the palace newspapers of the imperial court are thrown away like waste paper', and then lazily walked towards the earthen castle.

"Boss Hong, a report to the Mizhi County Government."

The Daming station was disused and almost paralyzed. If Yinchuanguan was not close to Mobei and shouldered the responsibility of the outpost, there would probably be no one there.

On the heated kang, an old postman was sleeping drowsily. When he heard what Huang Lai'er said, he didn't lift his eyelids, and said casually, "Then you can send it over."

Huang Lai'er didn't make a sound, turned around and went out, went to the stables to pick a strong black mane horse, and left the bunker.

Others hide and do nothing, and would rather sleep to death than send another report.

Huang Lai'er is young, with excess energy, and he often rushes to deliver letters. He likes the feeling of flattering and galloping.

It was as if he liked Han Jin'er's fierceness.

Going to the Mizhi County Government Office, I took a detour for seven or eight miles, and just passed by the door of my house...

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So, more than an hour later, the sun was already in the west, and white smoke had begun to emit from the dilapidated kilns of some village households.

The weather is too cold, and every household is short of clothes and food, but the kang can still find a way to heat it up. Burning a hungry belly on the hot kang is more comfortable than drinking a bowl of hot mutton soup.

Huang Lai'er rode fast and raised yellow dust all the way, making him feel like a great general, so he was naturally very proud.

When he came to the door of his own kiln in Li Jiqian's village, he tied his horse to an old elm tree, and some monkeys hurried into the kiln: "Han Jin'er, Mrs. Sao!"

Han Jin'er lay on the kang to warm her belly, moaning comfortably, when she heard her man's voice, she got up and pulled down the sheepskin jacket to cover her black belly.

"Damn ghost, you still know how to come back!"

Han Jin'er laughed coquettishly, and was about to rush over, but was blocked by Huang Lai'er's hand.

"This room... why does it smell like urine?"

Huang Lai'er looked around and found nothing unusual, but he always felt uncomfortable.

"The dog's nose is still very good, isn't it because the cat from the neighbor's house is always here, probably peeing on the ground?" Han Jin'er covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Why, don't you like the smell of urine?"

"Thinking back then, who said that she likes flirting the most?"

Huang Lai'er took off the torn sheepskin jacket, stripped off the postman's 'official clothes', took off the felt hat on top of his head and threw it on the kang. He grinned and said, "The smell of cat urine is not the same as this one."

Inadvertently, he found these few meaty bones thrown on the ground along the edge of the kang, and he couldn't tell whether it was a sheep bone or a dog bone for a while, so he frowned slightly.

Immediately, he laughed again, and said: "Go, cook a pot of millet porridge for your man, hurry up to fill his stomach, and rush to the county government to deliver the letter."

Han Jin'er twisted his waist and got off the kang, and grabbed Huang Lai'er's crotch, and said with a smile: "Wild dogs don't eat shit, they always like the smell!"

The woman went out to fetch firewood, Huang Lai'er quietly picked up a bone on the ground, smelled it under his nose, and then threw it away.

It's a dog bone.

"Girl, give me some slices of your leftover dog meat, the birds are almost fading out of your mouth." Han Jin'er was burying his head in the fire when Huang Lai'er said suddenly.

Han Jin'er's body jerked violently, and with a stiff face, he smiled and said, "Dog... dog meat? Haven't eaten it before."

"My old lady sees you in a daze, don't you? I'm a woman, how dare I kill dogs and eat meat..."

"Gai Hu, isn't your cousin a dog killer? Go and ask us for a few bucks." Huang Lai'er smiled and said, "Eat dog meat to warm your waist, see if I won't deal with you bitch."

Han Jin'er chuckled and said, "I've only heard of eating donkey meat to warm your waist, but I haven't heard of eating dog meat to warm your waist."

Huang Lai'er laughed loudly and said nothing more.

It seems that this woman is not idle when she is working as a postman outside.

Huang Lai'er didn't mind other people's mother-in-law doing this, and even liked the tone, but his own mother-in-law's doing this made him feel suffocated.

He reached out and touched a sheep slaughtering knife hidden in his waist, silently glanced at Han Jin'er, and took a deep breath.

He held back seven or eight breaths.

He spat out again slowly, grinning and said: "I almost forgot, this residence report is urgent, if you miss the time, you will be sued."

"You cook the porridge first, and drink it when I come back from delivering the letter."

"Otherwise, if you rush to finish your work and turn around and leave, you will get sick in this cold weather."

(End of this chapter)