The steward's explanation was pretentious, but Xia Zhaoyi was not confused. She knew how many horses there were on the mountain and how capable Zhuge Yu was.
Zhuge Yu bought this horse farm when he was in his early twenties. He didn't like to be an official, he didn't like to be polite to others, and he didn't want to be a rent-earning landlord.
, and after equally giving away the money to the villagers in Shilibapu, he came here to buy a mountain and open a horse farm.
There are at least five large horse farms on this mountain, and low-breed horses are raised separately from high-breed horses. In order to keep this horse farm running smoothly, it is necessary to show filial piety to the court every year. Those high-breed horses have to be selected every year.
Send half of it up.
But in fact, this so-called half is probably only one-tenth. Anyway, it’s fine if you get a similar amount. No matter how much you get, who wants to give it away for free.
Xia Zhaoyi and Xia Wenshan used to come here often, and Zhuge Yu would take them to visit various parts of the mountain every time. On the grassland in the back mountain, she also rode several horses that everyone praised, and she was loved by Zhuge Yu as much as she was destined to.
I don’t like the sweaty horse that is easy to avoid being touched.
I followed the steward to choose horses from low-breed horses. Lao Tong and Zhi Changle went to choose horses.
The steward stood next to Xia Zhaoyi with a lantern and asked: "Didn't you say before that as long as I sell the horse to you, you would tell me about my husband? How did you know?"
"My father told me." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Your father? Who is your father?"
"My dad..." Xia Zhaoyi looked up at the steward and smiled, "My dad is a great hero. Why don't you ask Zhuge Yu if there is anyone he admires?"
The manager thought this girl was really strange.
He shook his head: "Forget it, you, a girl, don't want to tell me."
As he spoke, he suddenly touched a piece of maltose wrapped in oil paper and handed it to Xia Zhaoyi: "Here."
"What is this?" Xia Zhaoyi didn't answer.
"I bought some candies for my Erya," the steward said. "I bought more. You can also take some."
"It seems you like me very much," Xia Zhaoyi smiled and took it, "Then I'll accept it."
"Haha." The steward couldn't help laughing when he heard her tone.
After Lao Tong and Zhi Changle had made their selections, they each led a fat and strong horse out, and then went to choose a chariot and carriage.
For a two-horse carriage, the carriages are naturally larger. The carriages here are old and new, and many of them were recovered from other places. Lao Tong wanted to pick an older one because it was cheaper. Xia Zhaoyi looked at the wood and directly chose one.
The most expensive.
Several guys helped install it, and Lao Tong paid, and his bulging wallet suddenly became dry.
They said goodbye to the steward and left in the car.
Back at the inn, Pang Yi was already asleep.
Xia Zhaoyi ordered a table of food and drinks in the lobby. After she finished eating, she took something out of her sleeve and put it on the table: "Keep this."
The thing was wrapped in a small kerchief. Zhi Changle picked it up and opened it. It was a plum blossom woven from grass and trees.
"This is..." Lao Tong said in confusion.
"I have to go," Xia Zhaoyi said, "There is a Qingque Pavilion in the capital. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can go there directly to the shopkeeper, give him this thing, and then report it to Chu Jiu Er
Just words.”
"You want to leave?" Zhi Changle's heart tightened, "This, this is not appropriate, where are you going?"
"Yes, Ah Li, why are you leaving?" Lao Tong couldn't accept it either.
"I was going to leave," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "Every party in the world is going to a party. Thanks to you two for taking care of me along the way, I'll thank you in advance."
As she spoke, she clasped her hands into fists, looking quite adult-like.
Zhi Changle felt uncomfortable and looked at Lao Tong.
Old Tong was indescribably uncomfortable and didn't know what to say. After a pause, he took out the small purse from his arms and said, "Take the money with you."
"You guys can keep it and take good care of Pang Yi. His body still needs to be taken care of. If I hadn't been in such a hurry to leave, I shouldn't have left him alone. After all, it was because of me that he was injured," Xia Zhaoyi said.
Lao Tong had a bitter taste in his throat, feeling a little unspeakably upset and sad, so he nodded dryly.
Zhi Changle raised the plum blossom in his hand: "Ah Li, if I use this to look for you somewhere, can I really find you?"
"Qingque Pavilion," Xia Zhaoyi said, "There are words on the handkerchief. If you can't remember it, ask a calligrapher on the roadside to read it for you."
"Then, can I find you?"
"Yes," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "as long as I live."
As she said that, she looked at Lao Tong and said in a deep voice: "Although your status is awkward, you two don't have to live in fear. How ordinary people live, you will also live."
She could probably guess that Lao Tong didn't find it strange, and felt that she might have known about it a long time ago.
Lao Tong nodded and said nothing.
Xia Zhaoyi stood up and said with a smile: "I'm leaving. I'll see you again in the future."
Zhi Changle also got up hurriedly, still reluctant to leave.
The little girl turned around and left very simply.
Old Tong also stood up, and his nose felt sour as he watched her thin little figure disappear into the back hall.
"Old Tong, Ah Li just left like that." Zhi Changle said blankly.
"Yes." Lao Tong replied.
"Why do I feel like I'm having a dream?"
The moonlight outside the lobby was too pale, and when it fell on the threshold in front of the door, it was indeed a bit hazy, as if it were real or illusory.
Xia Zhaoyi led Qingyun from behind and then rode away.
After coming out of the north side of the market, she looked back at the word "Cong Yun" hanging high above, her eyebrows slightly narrowed.
Under the light of the lantern, the large plaque looks very new.
was replaced.
Xia Zhaoyi's expression turned cold, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
At that time, the word "Cong Yun" was personally inscribed by Xia Wenshan, Duke of Dingguo. The local government was once proud of it. Not to mention changing it, even if it rained heavily, they would rush to have it wiped down after it cleared up.
was replaced.
Xia Zhaoyi withdrew her gaze and looked towards the end of the long and lonely road ahead of her.
If, if things were really as bad as she thought, then even she herself didn't know what she would do.
She didn't want to become a terrible person, and she didn't want to become the kind of person her father hated the most when he was alive.
But, the anger in her heart...the anger and resentment in her heart, how can she calm down.
The wind is blowing, and the coolness is deep.
Her lips were extremely dry, and she pursed her lips with difficulty to find her breath. She closed her eyes and breathed out slowly.
Maybe, it won't be that bad. These are just guesses, just what others say, and the plaque was replaced, maybe it was just broken.
After I returned, everything became clear.
The girl looked ahead, her eyes brightened, and she whipped her horse: "Drive!"
