What the girl said is what Zhan Jiuye has been thinking about for these days.
But the villagers had this quality, and he didn't know how to change it.
Zhi Changle came over with tea and put it on the Eight Immortals table aside politely, as if they wanted to drink it or not.
"It's useless for you to call yourself a general," Branch Chief Le said coldly, "There is no military discipline, no military law, incompetence in governance, and inability to manage subordinates. When soldiers and horses are fighting, first of all, the generals are brave, you? The one in the yard who doesn't have water in his mouth
You can’t even move the tank!”
Mo Wuye was furious and his face turned red: "What does this have to do with you, an outsider in the village?"
Zhi Changle sighed: "You must be lucky that you are hiding in this mountain col, but if someone up there is in a bad mood and calls here, I don't think you even know how you will die!"
"We will leave early tomorrow morning," Lao Tong said at the door, "so there is no need for you to chase people away. Come back quickly. We have to rest early."
"No!" Lin Shuanglan stood up, "Miss Ah Li, why don't you stay."
"Girl Lin!" Mo Wuye shouted.
"Miss Lin, please go back," Xia Zhaoyi said, "It's getting late, it's time for us to rest."
"But……"
Xia Zhaoyi lowered his head and packed up his books.
Lin Shuanglan was a little disappointed and could only nod: "Yeah."
Coming out of the courtyard, you can see the gurgling river, quiet and elegant, and when you look up, you can see the lights on the other side of the village.
Several gentlemen who had lived in the village for a long time all looked unhappy.
The other party acted like they didn't want to stay and looked down on them, which only made them look bad for chasing people away these days.
"I don't know where this girl came from. I have never seen anything like this." Mo Wuye said.
"Isn't Miss Ah Li very nice?" Lin Shuanglan said angrily.
"She's rude and barbaric. She just kicked people into the water. Don't imitate her!" Mo Wuye said.
"It's funny," Lin Shuanglan said, "She's so rude and barbaric. Let's ask any girl in our village to compete with Miss Ali. Who is as elegant and delicate as her?"
"That's true," Zhan Baye agreed, "Miss Ali is gentle and elegant. Not to mention our village, I don't think there are many people in big towns who can compare with her."
Master Zhan Qi looked to the side, saw Master Zhan Jiu's frown, and said, "Bo Qing, what are you thinking about?"
Master Zhan Jiu shook his head.
"Bo Qing, are you worried?" Master Zhan asked.
After a while of silence, Zhan Jiuye took a deep breath and said, "You guys go back first, and I will go find this girl Ali."
"Still looking for her?" Mo Wuye said subconsciously.
"Well," Zhan Jiuye waved his hand, "You guys can go back."
After saying that, without waiting for them to speak, he turned around and went back to the small courtyard.
Xia Zhaoyi has returned to the house, and Lao Tong and Zhi Changle are looking at the map in the hall while waiting for hot water.
The door of the hall is open, and the evening breeze blows in slowly, bringing with it the unique coolness of summer, blowing over the tables, chairs and benches in the rural hall.
Hearing the footsteps outside, Zhi Changle looked up. Zhan Jiuye lowered his head and stepped up the steps. He also raised his head and looked at them.
"It's really here." Zhi Changle said.
"What?" Zhan Jiuye said, "Based on what you said, did you know I was coming?"
"Then what are you here for?"
Master Zhan Jiu took a deep breath and suddenly raised his hand and saluted: "Please call me, I have something to ask you to see Miss Ali."
"I'll go." Lao Tong stood up lazily.
Zhan Jiuye watched him leave and then looked back at Zhi Changle.
"Sit down," Zhi Changle greeted, "Ah Li is not asleep yet."
Then he got up and went to make tea.
Zhan Jiuye looked around and sat down on a bamboo bench near the door.
The whole courtyard was peaceful, and the sound of the footsteps of Old Tong and Zhi Changle made it even more peaceful.
Zhan Jiuye stroked his beard thoughtfully. Looking at the words and deeds of these two big men, it seemed that he really expected that he would look back.
The tea leaves made by Zhi Changle were left behind by the old couple who lived here.
Qingxiang Mountain is rich in tea. Qingxiang White Bud and Qingxiang Silver Needle were once used as tribute tea. The tea aroma is famous and famous far and wide.
Danzhi Changle's tea is mixed with the aroma of green and white buds. It is sweet, but it is too messy, and ordinary people cannot drink it. For Zhan Jiuye, who has grown up drinking tea, it is true.
Waste.
It is said that this girl Ah Li is gentle and elegant, but the people around her can’t even make tea?
When Xia Zhaoyi came in, she saw Zhan Jiuye looking at the tea smoke in a trance.
Seeing the girl coming in from the corner of his eye, Zhan Jiuye raised his head, stood up and said, "Miss Ali."
"Hello Master Zhan Jiu." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Zhan Jiuye watched her go and sit down.
The girl was still wearing the same sky-blue dress she had during the day, her steps were too light, and her skirt was loose and open like water.
This kind of temperament is by no means an ordinary thing.
Master Zhan Jiu suddenly realized that the simple hall no longer seemed shabby, and she had become the most elegant and beautiful scene in the room.
"I'm disturbing Miss Ali to rest," Zhan Jiuye walked over and said, "Miss Ali, as soon as you came here today, you told the origins of the Zhan family and the Mo family. Are you paying too much attention to Qingxiang Village?"
"That's not true," Xia Zhaoyi shook his head, "The princes have many heirs, spreading their branches all over the world. In Qingxiang Village, there are descendants of Anshun Marquis and Chongjungong, and there are also descendants of Huaiyigong and Xuanxian in nearby villages and counties.
.”
Zhan Jiuye paused: "You mean, it's just a coincidence?"
"It's just a coincidence. I saw that you guys are quite important in the village, so I asked you casually."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Master Zhan Jiu raised his eyebrows: "No, I still don't believe it. If you go by what you said, do you know all the descendants of the nearby princes? Or do you just know the Zhan family and the Mo family?"
"We all know that we shouldn't take it seriously, but we do know a lot. It's good that Mr. Zhan Jiu is more thoughtful and vigilant, but in my eyes, there's really nothing special about you."
The girl's voice was clear and pleasant, and her words were always smooth. Master Zhan Jiu's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter as he listened.
"So, shall I take the girl test?" Zhan Jiuye said.
"Let's take the test," Xia Zhaoyi said, "but this kind of self-proof is extremely absurd. I hope I can get an apology from Master Zhan Jiu afterwards."
"This is inevitable."
Congxin is one of the oldest and largest cities in Youzhou. A large number of allusions related to farming myths all originated from Congxin.
The birthplace of civilization is often accompanied by the birth of a large number of princes, kings and grandsons. However, as the sun and moon rotate, it is not yet possible for the direct line to preserve the wealth and honor of the ancestors, not to mention the side branches.
The branch of Zhan Jiuye did not follow the local princes, but moved north here during the Tianning period of the previous dynasty. They are collateral bloodlines of the descendants of the Zhan family.
If Zhan Jiuye is asked to find the same branch a hundred years ago, Zhan Jiuye will have to look up the genealogy.
But now, the girl in front of me has revealed everything.
She can even say more.
In a calm tone, she talked quietly about the rise and fall of Congxin's major families and clans in the past three hundred years, the changes in Congxin's officials, the evolution of the county system, and the reform and construction of urban and rural areas. She could even talk about several official ways of Congxin.
In what year did construction begin and when was it completed?
Zhan Jiuye, who said he wanted to test the opponent, was stunned and couldn't say another word.
