The news that Geng Qing was about to leave spread the day before yesterday. The people in the village and neighbors nearby were not surprised. Early in the morning before leaving, the roads inside and outside the village were filled with people.

"Where is Feihu County, how can Dazhu stay there all the time?"

"That's...I said something I'd like to leave a few days ago, but I don't know what to go here to come back."

"The county magistrate took out the bottom of the box. How old is the official of the Guanglu Doctor?"

One by one, a group of well-armed weapons stood beside the road. Feihu County sent a special trip to escort Geng Qing to Taiyuan, Hedong. After all, Feihu County had a general Feihu, adopted son of King Jin, and a second-rank official from the court. This was a big deal, and it was necessary to write the county annals.

After the county magistrate's term expired, he could also add a glorious addition to his political achievements: one day he escorted the Guanglu Dafu, and the Zhu Guo Geng Qing went to Taiyuan.

At this time, all the wines practiced were placed on the table covered with red cloth. The county magistrate took Cao and the officials of the book to look out from afar. At the other end of the village, the entrance of the village was full of people from the village. Two carriages were parked. Geng Qing helped his mother out of the house. Qiaoniang, who was wiping tears behind her, and a large group of women with different dresses, was eye-catching everywhere she put.

The camphor tree rustled in the wind, and the crowded crowds separated. Geng Qing helped his mother to stop in front of the carriage. Qiaoniang and a group of women behind him also stopped, looking at him more or less red.

"This trip has passed. When you are safe, I will send someone to pick you up. It won't be too long, it will take two or three months. Mom, don't worry, everything at home has been arranged, and the food and clothing are enough. If you have nothing to do, just take Qiao Niang around the village to have fun, and the time will pass soon."

Wang Jinqiu has become strong recently, but has never been separated from her son. Her temperament has suddenly become warm and submissive, and nodded reluctantly.

"You are at home, and your mother can still move and take care of you. You should take Qiao Niang with you before getting married. Leave her alone at home, and feel a little lonely."

The woman is old and loses her boss. She knows the pain of the couple being separated and says this. Geng Qing also understands this in his heart, but now she is not as good as before. She can run around barefoot.

It is still unclear what Taiyuan in Hedong looks like now. If you move your home rashly, it will be difficult for you to leave at that time.

He looked at the little woman beside his mother. Qiao Niang seemed to know what her husband was going to say. She shook her head and took Geng Qing's hand in front of so many people, and took out a small purse from her arms and stuffed it into her big hand.

There is a pinch of black hair inside, tied with red thread.

"......... When my mother was still there, she did this. My mother said that men wanted to support their family and would be away all year round. Women should keep their family well. They should not let their men worry about outside or in the house. Qiao Mother couldn't help her husband, so she could only keep the family well, serve her mother-in-law well, and not let her husband be distracted outside."

Speaking of this, her voice was choking and tears couldn't stop slid down. Geng Qing reached out to scrape away the tears in the corner of her eyes, hugged the woman and hugged her in her arms, and comforted her softly in her ear.

"It won't take it too long. I don't like it. I may come back early. Let's discuss the great knowledge of adding children to my family."

This was a private statement in the room, so Qiaoniang understood what it meant. She immediately looked annoyed as if it were a big red cloth. She pounded her husband lightly, but said something as thin as a mosquito.

"Then... Qiao Niang is waiting for her husband..."

The women who were close to each other didn't understand what they meant, but followed them and reached out loudly: "I want it too!"

"Husband, where are we?"

"I want to hug you!"

As soon as the twenty-four people opened their mouths, they suddenly felt like a buzzing sound at the entrance of the vegetable market. The men of all sizes in the village were so straight that they looked straight. These women were twisted out alone, and they were much better than those of the thick women with big feet and big butts at home.

............I wonder why Dazhu is busy with so many beautiful ladies.

On the other side, Geng Qing didn't hold an air and went up to hug each woman. He was kissed by the opportunity. Qiao's mother was so anxious that she stamped her feet and wanted to pull her husband out, but why couldn't she squeeze in?

After a while, Geng Qing wiped his face and printed it out, and suddenly hugged Qiaoniang again, hugged her head and put it on her chest, and whispered.

"My husband is leaving, and the family will entrust you to take good care of your mother."

The little woman hugged in his arms, nodded lightly, plucked up the courage to come out of the man's arms, raised her head to meet the scorching gaze, sniffed, and smiled.

"Husband, please leave quickly, don't delay too long, and the county masters and others are waiting to see you off."

"Um."

Geng Qing nodded, turned around and walked into the carriage, bowed to the surroundings: "My fellow villagers, my mother, my wife and concubine in Qing's family, please ask everyone to take care of you. When you come back in the future, you will definitely repay me!"

In the crowd, a voice shouted, "Dazhu, don't worry, who dares to be unruly, the villagers beat him to death!"

Most of the people in the village are related to their relatives. Gengjia Village has such a person who later became a high-ranking official, spreading his branches and leaves, and then promoting the younger generations in the village, which is a big family.

Anyone who is a little smarter knows that this result is not as good as the future of one's own life, and it is better to kill him by hitting him.

After all, Dachun is a living example. He brags at the entrance of the village every night, and does not have the same meaning. The enviable young people in the village are flying with their hearts.

This time when Geng Qing went out, he even picked two or three smart young and strong people in the village to follow him. Whether he could live a good life in the future is all tied to it. If others dare to touch the women in Geng Qing's family, they would probably dare to kill the people with a knife.

The county magistrate would even help the villagers. Many people looked at the carriages that were gradually leaving the village, and almost all of them thought in their hearts.

The carriage creaked up the mountain road, and the villagers also came out. The county magistrate who had been waiting there, brought a group of officials to drink and practice it. He intentionally or unintentionally suggested that when he arrived in Taiyuan, Geng Qing could say good things to him in front of the King of Jin.

Then, the team's yamen runners were recruited and told them how to be cautious on the road, and then they bowed to say goodbye.

The carriage drove out of the crowd and went southwest. Geng Qing lifted the curtain and looked back. In the distant mountain road, the villagers, mothers and wife were still standing there waving goodbye to him.

This kind of concern was something he had never seen in later generations.

"Stop Dachun."

He called Dachun, who was driving outside, came out from inside, jumped onto the mountain road, looked at the blurry figures standing in the distance, bowed and bowed, and then calmed down and drove away.

From Feihu County to Taiyuan, the official road is nearly 700 miles away. If you pick up remote mountain roads and take shortcuts, it will be about 500 miles. When you fled to Chang'an a few years ago, you only walked like this. It will probably take less than half a month to go to Taiyuan.

"Jiuyu, if you have time to get on the carriage, let's play chess?"

Bored on the way, Geng Qing shouted at the eunuch riding a horse outside. The latter rode the green horse, glanced at him, whipped the whip, and ran quickly to the front.

"I'll get out by myself."

Soon, the carriage was shaking and fell asleep in a daze while holding the chess piece. Everyone didn't call him. After a brief rest, they continued to move along the dirt road in the mountains.

The sky gradually darkened and the last rain in late spring began.
Chapter completed!