After tying up his belt, he straightened his clothes and became energetic again: "It's time to go to Blackwater City."
He looked radiant and had the air of a general. The mess and decadence of last night had long disappeared.
"Yes." What Zhao Qinghe was thinking about was, how much was this general hiding?
There were cries in the general's tent last night, and the news spread like wildfire. I heard that the general was crying in tears on his family's memorial day. Those with knowledge spread the news about the tragedy that the He family was almost wiped out.
When all the soldiers heard this, they were very sad.
General He and his family suffered an unjust injustice. Others would have been disheartened, but General He still fought for the country and saved the country from falling.
He is a man who repays grievances directly. Everyone admires him.
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Catching May's little tail, He Lingchuan rushed to Blackwater City.
It's already hot in the city, but the wind in Blackwater City is still a little cool.
He Lingchuan walked through the familiar city gate and took a deep breath.
Yes, it’s this rough and wild smell, with wind and sand mixed with rotten wood and ash.
Dry, wild, but kind.
Before He Chunhua arrived at Blackwater City, He Lingchuan took Qiu Hu and his party to an inn to stay.
In the evening, he went out for a walk alone.
Compared with before he left, Blackwater City had not changed much. All he saw were old people in the old streets and alleys.
This kind of borderland can even remain the same for decades unless it encounters major changes.
He Lingchuan bought a piece of chive pancake that he used to eat before Shiran walked into the Chengnan Department.
As soon as I took two steps, the gatekeeper came to stop me: "Get out, no eating is allowed here!"
This is a place where business is done, and there is an oily smell floating around, how unbecoming it is!
He Lingchuan took a bite of the pancake, turned around and smiled: "Wang Xiaoshuan, what are you talking about?"
The man was stunned, and his mouth was faster than his brain: "Da, eldest young master?"
"It's been more than a year, why are you still here guarding the gate?"
This hit the nail on the head, and Wang Xiaoshuan shivered when he was stabbed. "Young Master, didn't you go? You went..."
He Lingchuan smiled: "Yes, is Situ Han here?"
"Ah, it's inside."
"Tell him to go to Cai's wonton stall. I'll wait for him there." He Lingchuan threw him a few pieces of silver and turned around to leave.
Cai's wontons are famous in Heishui City for their thin skin, big fillings and honest ingredients.
The stall owner also recognized He Lingchuan, with a smile on his face, and served him an extra-large Liang Hai Bowl.
When the wontons in the bowl were still swollen and round, Situ Han came.
"Young Master!"
He Lingchuan knew as soon as he looked at his clothes: "You have become the chief? Come and sit down!"
Situ Han was originally the bandit leader of Mang Mountain. When He Chunhua entered the Panlong Desert to look for ruins, he directly integrated the entire group of more than 30 bandits. Later, the Blackwater City Army fought against the Yingling in the Panlong Ruins, and Nian Songyu and Sun Guoshi in the Panlong Fantasy Land.
, they all participated, and after returning to the city, they received awards and were officially admitted to the organization.
He Lingchuan originally thought that they would not get used to it and would go back to their old business soon.
Unexpectedly, Situ Han and others actually did well here and even got promoted.
Sure enough, there is magic in the organization, stability is overwhelming.
He Lingchuan also noticed that Situ Han had his hands on his trouser legs, showing restraint in his expression and movements.
In the past, the Mangshan bandits ate meat with large mouthfuls, divided wine with large bowls, and divided gold with large scales. This was not the case.
They have only been on duty for two years, and they have learned how to respect superiors and subordinates.
As expected, Situ Han sat down neatly and said to He Lingchuan: "Young Master, are you coming from the capital?"
"Otherwise, where else could it come from?" The residents of Blackwater City had no information. Situ Han still didn't know that He Lingchuan had fallen into the water. He thought that he had stayed in Xiazhou until recently and moved to Yuandu with He Chunhua. He Lingchuan took a mouthful of soup.
Chui Liang said, "Dad suppressed the rebellion in the south and won a great victory. He will be here in a few days."
Situ Han was surprised at first, and then overjoyed: "You won?"
"If you lose, you won't have time to come here." He Lingchuan smiled and said, "You also know about the war in the south?"
"Ah, there are rumors everywhere in the city. Now it is said that the northwest has lost, and now it is said that the south has lost again. Everyone is very depressed." Situ Han sighed, looked around, and lowered his voice and said, "My brothers also lost.
I'm asking, if the situation takes a turn for the worse, should I go back to Hongya Road to live my life?"
"how do you say?"
Situ Han let out a long sigh and said seriously: "We are all people with meritorious deeds. We can't go back."
He Lingchuan smiled and said nothing.
Believe it or not, what he says is better than what he sings.
Situ Han asked again: "By the way, how is that boy Mao Tao doing? He is smarter than us. He should be appreciated by Master He, right?"
When He Chunhua was transferred to Xiazhou, none of the other Mangshan bandits were willing to leave their hometown, except Mao Tao who insisted on going his own way.
He Lingchuan's smile disappeared immediately.
"..."
After he finished talking about the battles in Xiazhou, Situ Han was silent for a long time, and then said: "That kid Maotao, okay, be kind and be kind! I don't think he will regret it."
Just by listening to it, he could feel the thrill of the battle.
He Lingchuan grabbed a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to him: "He is from Mangshan. I can't bring back his bones. I can only send his memorial tablet back to his hometown. You build a tomb for him and remove it twice a year."
Damn it, burn the paper money twice, the paper money needs to have more tricks, paper people, paper horses, paper houses, can you do it?"
Inside the cloth bag was Mao Tao's memorial tablet. Situ Han took it and nodded repeatedly: "Absolutely, that boy Mao Tao likes people with big eyes. I will burn paper figures according to this standard later."
He Lingchuan smiled and handed over another bag.
Situ Han opened it and saw several gold bars inside, totaling about thirty taels.
This is equivalent to more than 300,000 yuan. Situ Han quickly refused: "Mao Tao is my brother, and it is appropriate to erect a tomb for him..."
"Take it."
"Oh." He Lingchuan frowned, and Situ Han was startled for no reason, and immediately gave up the idea of refusing. The young master is different from before. He is stable and steady. Is it because he has been on the battlefield and experienced life and death fights?
He was originally a bandit, and he was used to watching people order food. If he met someone like He Lingchuan on the road, he would definitely not want to provoke him.
"Young Master is benevolent and righteous."
He Lingchuan shook his head: "I feel guilty for being unkind. Mao Tao went out with me because I wanted to live a good life."
"How many of us, who spend our days licking blood from our knives, can end up well? Everything is fate. You don't have to blame yourself. Isn't there an old saying that the earthen pot will inevitably break at the edge of the well."
He Lingchuan's brows moved slightly, and he suddenly thought of the Shuiling Temple by the Xianling Lake.
Maotao asked for a fortune-teller there, and the fortune-teller said this!
The old turtle demon still has two points of efficaciousness.
He Lingchuan changed the topic: "Have you received the letter I asked the Demoiselle Crane to send?"
"Got it!" Situ Han nodded repeatedly, "I have followed your request to check the registration account of Heishui City for all the residents who have moved here within the past eight months!"