"Then who can use it? In addition to driving away big fish, does this flag have other magical uses?" Sima Fang asked tentatively.
Gongsun Hao smiled slightly, "It's hard to say."
Sima Fang knew that the question he asked was too sensitive, so he laughed immediately and did not ask further.
Anyway, when he gets to Zhuojun, all his doubts will be answered, so there is no rush.
In early October, the fleet arrived at Yuyang Pier successfully.
Gongsun Hao sent Sima Fang to the shore and said goodbye.
He could only send Sima Fang here. The fleet only stopped temporarily in Yuyang. After unloading the goods, he had to take this north wind to Liaodong Wharf to transport the grain there.
Back and forth, I finish my work and go home to celebrate the New Year.
After being on the boat for half a month, they experienced another crisis of giant objects at sea. No matter how delicious the food on the boat was, Sima Fang and his party still had doubts about going to sea.
The group of people breathed a sigh of relief when they finally got on the carriage.
The Xu Jiajun who came to meet them was a young boy named Wang Jian, followed by several tall and short Xu Jiajun soldiers.
When the confidant saw the young man's age, he couldn't help but frown, "What does Xu Jiajun mean? Why did he send a young boy to pick us up? It's so rude!"
Sima Fang's intuition told him that this young man was not a simple man. He raised his hand to signal to his confidants to stop talking nonsense, and turned around to find Xu Jiajun to inquire about this young man's identity.
Unfortunately, they ignored him at all, pulled out the carriage, opened the door indifferently, raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and motioned for them to get in the carriage.
Sima Fang's breath was stuck in his throat, and he almost choked to death due to the Xu Jiajun soldier's reaction.
But this is not on the sea. If you set foot on the border of Yuyang, you will reach Xu Jiajun's territory.
On someone else's territory, just be patient.
It will be fine when he sees his son. Sima Fang comforted himself in his heart.
Sima Fang, his cronies and two followers got into the carriage, while the remaining guards rode the horses brought by the Xu family army.
The group left the dock and headed directly to Zhuojun via the official road without entering the city.
Along the way, the young boy had a cold face and didn't say a word except asking them to get off their horses and eat.
It made Sima Fang feel like a prisoner being escorted.
The confidants had already lost their patience and wanted to have a fit, but Sima Fang stopped them.
"Don't be impatient. This Xu family army is not the usual insurgent army. I see that these Xu family soldiers are sitting in an orderly manner and doing things in a orderly manner. Although they don't say a word to us, it doesn't seem like they are deliberately neglecting us."
The confidant nodded, and that was true. When it was time to eat, he told them to eat, and everything was ready, without letting them do anything.
I will also call them when setting off, but I will not give orders.
If something happens on the way, such as urinating or something, he will stop and wait, and he doesn't seem to be at all irritable.
only......
"After all, our young master is the one who gets the most face from the leader. He knows clearly that the person sitting in the car is our young master's father. Not to mention flattering him, he should have a smiling face anyway, right?"
"They are all from a background of tenant farmers, but they don't understand the rules!"
Ajian, who was walking at the front of the team and leading the way, twitched his ears slightly and heard the not-so-quiet complaints in the carriage behind him. He raised the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer.
The laughter was not loud, and the carriage immediately became quiet.
Seeing that the other party was quite sensible, Ajian didn't bother to argue with such a person, so he pinched the horse's belly and sped up.
As soon as he moved quickly, the carriage behind him also had to speed up in order to advance further.
The carriage suddenly accelerated and rushed out. Sima Fang, his cronies, and the two followers in the carriage all hit the carriage, making a "bang" sound.
Hearing the "ouch, ouch" sound in the car, Xu Jiajun, who was driving the car, raised the corners of his mouth.
Although the leader ordered to be polite to the guests, he just speeded up the horse a little bit. It shouldn't be considered rude, right?
After the group crossed the pier, they could see acres of farmland and small villages with smoke rising from cooking stoves.
These farmlands and villages are located on both sides of the wide cement roads. The rice in the fields has been harvested long ago. The farmers have cleared the weeds and planted cold-resistant Chinese cabbage in the fields.
October has already entered winter, and among the withered yellow scenery in the sky, the green fields are particularly eye-catching.
The farmers squatted in the fields and carefully tended the new vegetable seeds that were distributed this year. They watched the vegetables grow little by little with satisfied smiles on their faces.
In the village not far away, smoke curled up from cooking stoves, and the laughter and laughter of every household floated into the ears with the north wind, creating a prosperous scene.
The children under the big tree at the entrance of the village are wearing cotton-filled jackets, gray linen trousers, and thick-soled linen shoes.
While running, a length of socks made of wool of various colors was exposed from his trousers.
This kind of outfit looks very warm, which is more than enough to cope with the low temperature at the beginning of winter.
Sima Fang looked at the children playing under the big tree through the car window. Their chubby faces turned pink from running around, and he murmured in confusion:
"Whose young masters are these? Why don't they have any servants waiting around?"
The confidant reminded awkwardly, "Sir, these are just a bunch of village kids, not noble lords."
Sima Fang didn't believe it. He pointed at the children's rosy complexions and unpatched clothes and asked:
"Have you ever seen a village doll like this?"
The confidant also hesitated, "Well, I have never seen this before, but they are really not young masters."
"Really?" Sima Fang still refused to believe it.
The confidant was silent. The houses in the village in the distance were neat and tidy, the roads were fresh and clean, and the smell of oily meat wafted from the village. It was really hard to believe that this was a small village.
My eyes moved away from the village and fell in front of the road, which was a straight and wide gray cement road.
Even though it is winter, there are many people traveling on this road.
Some people drove bullock carts with frames filled with fresh fruits and vegetables.
It's winter, how come there are so many fresh fruits and vegetables?
Some people did not ride in cars, but walked in groups of seven or eight, carrying hoes, hatchets, and burdens for picking goods on their shoulders.
Some of them had short hair close to their scalp, or they held their heads with whole linen turbans, talking and laughing as they walked towards the city.
It can be seen that these are not wealthy families, but ordinary farmers.
But it was really difficult for Sima Fang, his master and his servant, to reconcile them with the peasants he remembered as thin, small, and always stooped when walking.
These people all have rosy complexions, speak with great energy, hold their heads high and chest out, and stride forward. At first glance, they look like people who are well fed and strong all year round.
Moreover, they are not ashamed of their lowly status. When they see people riding carriages or horses when passing by, they wave generously and say loudly:
