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609 Smelly Brother

When the three of them arrived at the post house, Sun Shangxiang and others were eating in the lobby of the post house.

Zhang Fei had already brought over the Sun family's men who had been left under the city gate last night. A group of Yangzhou people who had never eaten stir-fry had their heads buried in their rice bowls one by one, snoring and eating deliciously.

Zhang Fei stood in the lobby and watched happily, bragging loudly: "What does this mean? In the winter, eating a hot meal of mutton-boiled meat is called happiness!"

"If one or two bottles of strong wine leak out from the leader's fingers, tsk, I wouldn't change the taste even if you were a god!"

"It's a pity that I have to work overtime this year and can't go to Hejian County to attend the New Year's party. It's a pity, it's a pity, you don't have the luck to listen to me singing Double Yellow with the big girls!"

Sun Shangxiang finished three bowls of rice in a row, and now he was too full to eat any more. He opened his eyes wide and listened to Zhang Fei's bragging with great interest, feeling that everything in the North was very novel and interesting.

"Uncle Yide, what is double yellow?" Sun Shangxiang asked in unskilled Mandarin. His Yangzhou accent was so thick that Zhang Fei understood half of it.

He laughed, turned around and winked at the female curator behind him who was making calculations. The female curator laughed helplessly, but still cooperated with Zhang Fei and performed a double act in front of Sun Shangxiang and everyone.

Sun Shangxiang, who was warming up with hot tea, almost spat out a mouthful of tea when she saw Zhang Fei speaking a sweet female voice against his rough and arrogant face.

"Hahaha!"

The passengers in the hall burst into laughter, and everyone in the Sun family couldn't help but laugh, and they barely managed to choke on their food.

"Huh? Brother and sister-in-law, when did you arrive?"

Zhang Fei, who was good at acting, suddenly made his rough voice. The female curator stopped when she saw this, nodded to Zhao Bei and others, lowered her head and continued to dial the abacus.

Zhao Bei and the others walked into the post house. Mrs. Gan raised her hand and nodded Zhang Fei hard from the air, "It's a pity that you don't have a show this year."

"That's right!" Zhang Fei proudly flicked his neatly braided mustache, feeling very proud.

Sun Shangxiang stood up and called out to his sister and brother-in-law.

Zhao Bei visibly stiffened, as if he was remembering the accident last night. He solemnly bowed his fists and led Zhuge Liang towards Zhuge Jin.

Mrs. Gan seems to have a natural look on her face. She dealt with the man last night and now she just feels refreshed.

"Are you full? How can you go out for a walk when you are full? Just leave the carriages and horses to their men." Mrs. Gan said with a smile.

Sun Shangxiang had long wanted to go out for a walk, so he nodded quickly, "I've eaten, let's go!"

Mrs. Gan stretched out her hand, and Sun Shangxiang stretched it out naturally. The two held hands and went out shopping.

Zhao Bei kept paying attention to the situation on his wife's side from the corner of his eye. When he saw the person leaving, he breathed a secret sigh of relief.

Zhang Fei winked at his elder brother jokingly, "Were you okay last night?"

Zhao Bei's eyes turned cold, and Zhang Fei felt excited. He quickly stopped joking, straightened his face, and said businesslikely:

"We are leaving tomorrow morning, time is tight, let's get ready quickly."

Zhuge Jin glanced at the overfed guards and looked a little embarrassed, "Brothers Zhu are laughing."

"Hey, what's this?" Zhang Fei slapped him enthusiastically, "Xiao Jin, you are too polite! We don't want to pay attention to those who eat and sleep silently. The world is big and eating is the biggest."

Zhuge Jin gritted his teeth and steadied himself so that he was not knocked to the ground by Zhang Fei's big palm. He smiled flatteringly, called his guards, and followed the Zhao Bei brothers to the racecourse to prepare their carriages and horses.

When it's snowy and the road is slippery, the wheels should be covered with straw and the horses' hooves should be tied with strips of cloth to prevent them from slipping.

There were many women accompanying him, and several carriages had to be prepared.

You need to eat and drink on the way, and you also need to bring basic cooking utensils.

Now, although the overall environment has improved a lot under the suppression of Xu Jiajun, rogue bandits must also be prevented, so Zhao Bei has to prepare another team of guards.

All in all, there were nearly a hundred people in the group.

Zhuge Liang had been staring at the tires of Xu Jiajun's carriage for a long time. Zhang Fei had already tidied up his eldest brother's beloved horse. When he turned around, Zhuge Liang was still staring at the tires of the carriage.

From time to time, I would touch it and squeeze it for a while, very focused on it.

"Xiao Liang, what are you looking at!" Zhang Fei jumped in front of Zhuge Liang. He was so frightened that he jumped and burst into laughter.

Zhuge Liang rolled his eyes speechlessly in his heart, childish!

"Is this the rubber tire that Sister Xu said?" Zhuge Liang asked curiously.

Zhang Fei scratched his head in confusion, "Which Sister Xu?"

"Xu Mei."

"Oh, now I remember, she and the goddess delivered my A Dou's baby together."

Seeing that Zhang Fei was getting more and more biased, Zhuge Liang quickly pulled him back and asked him how rubber tires were made.

Why didn't he find any stitching marks?

Zhang Fei was happy, "You have to ask the leader about this. The things in the Heavenly Palace are not for you and me to spy on."

After saying that, he asked Zhuge Liang with a mysterious look to stop asking questions and not to reveal the secret.

When Zhao Bei and Zhuge Jin came over after arranging everything, they saw Zhuge Liang being fooled by Zhang Fei.

What kind of magic weapon can be used to pull objects out of thin air? He even talked about the new magic weapon that the leader will show off at this year's gala.

"Zhang Yide!" Zhao Bei's voice was cold and stern.

Zhang Fei then seemed to react, slapped himself in the mouth, and threatened Zhuge Liang softly, "You didn't hear anything, do you know?"

He threatened people, and before Zhao Bei came to kill him, he turned around and got on his BMW and ran away.

"This guy!" Zhao Bei was so angry that he wanted to throw a knife over and chop this stinky brother to death.

Zhuge Liang and Zhuge Jin looked at each other and couldn't help laughing silently.

It seems that they are here, just in time to witness Xu Jiajun's New Year Gala.

However, the two brothers each have their own masters. In order to avoid suspicion in private, they hardly communicate with each other except for official business.

Zhao Bei saw that Zhuge Liang did not tell Zhuge Jin what Zhang Fei said, and his favorable impression of the young man increased.

On the way back, Zhao Bei sighed every time he glanced at Zhuge Liang, it would be great if this man could be taken under my command.

It's a pity that the other party only wants to serve 'Lord Xu'. No matter how tempted he is, he doesn't dare to poach the leader.

It snowed again overnight, but the weather cleared up the next day.

The sun came out and after about two hours, the snow on the road melted.

It was even harder to walk when the snow melted. Before setting off, Zhuge Liang was a little worried about whether he could successfully reach Hejian County and meet his lord.

When he saw the confident smiles of Mrs. Gan and Zhao Bei, he vaguely felt that the couple was a little too confident.

But as soon as they left the city, Zhuge Liang and everyone in the Sun family were shocked.

The snow in the middle of the road has actually been cleared away!

Zhao Bei, who had wrapped himself into a cotton ball, looked at these surprised faces proudly, pulled down the warm cotton mask, and revealed his mouth and said:

"The cement coverage rate of the main road is as high as 90%. There is a post every thirty miles along the route. The postmaster is not only responsible for the carriages and horses at the post, but also ensures that the road is smooth."

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