Rich people may not all have temperament. After all, there are many good-looking children everywhere who have been pampered and spoiled.
But many temperaments can only be cultivated by wealth.
Zhi Changle quietly observed the situation. The man's meticulous manner of eating, his glaring eyes, and his slightly smooth white hands were all incompatible with his unkempt appearance.
He was overly guarded and arrogant, but his shoes didn't even fit.
It's difficult to judge the excess, but the word "down and down" can be used to determine it.
"Ah Li..." Zhi Changle looked at Xia Zhaoyi.
"He's waiting for someone," Xia Zhaoyi's eyes wandered far away and he whispered, "Let's see who he is waiting for."
Zhi Changle nodded, understanding her intention.
There are too many down-and-out business owners and scholarly families. Although the old-school rich have lost their wealth, their abilities are still there. If you give them a platform, you may gain something.
In order to avoid attracting attention, Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle waited for the water to cool completely before getting up and leaving.
The man added a new pot of tea on the spot. About half an hour later, his eyes fell on a figure appearing in the distance, and his eyes finally brightened.
Several teahouses outside Congxin City have been badly damaged by successive wars. The row in the distance, backed by the foot of the mountain, was flooded last year, killing five people and injuring three others.
The man was stooped and limping towards the remote mountain road behind the tea house. The figure waiting inside was graceful and graceful. The hood was pulled back, revealing a bright and fair face with slender eyebrows and nose.
The girl stared blankly at the man approaching with her eyes open. When she met the man's cold, emotionless eyes, she shouted hoarsely: "...Father."
The man remained silent until he was about ten steps away, then he straightened his back and his limp steps became normal.
Not to mention her slim figure, but her slim appearance and temperament are much better than those of others.
"Father," the girl called again, her tearful eyes seemed to be dancing, and after blinking for a moment, the tears rolled down, "you are really not dead."
"What's the letter asking you to prepare?" the man asked.
"We have to wait a few days," the girl cried. "The city is under martial law, and my mother and I are currently unable to move around. It took a lot of effort for me to get out of the city."
"Then let Bai Qingyuan help you! Doesn't she have a way to save you?"
"It's too late to bother her anymore."
"Then you can't bear to see your father suffer here! It's not that expensive, just ordinary clothes and dry food!"
The girl looked him up and down, and when she saw how miserable he was, her heart felt sour, and she shed another stream of tears.
"Father, what on earth is going on? Have you really done something wrong to your mother?"
"I won't tell you this! I only give you two days. After two days, you must find these things. Now I have to leave. How much money do you have on you?"
The girl looked at him as if she were a stranger, calmed down, and took out a money bag from her sleeve: "My home has been ransacked, the property, property and shop have been confiscated, and my mother's dowry has also been taken away..."
The man took her purse, which was quite significant.
When he was about to stuff it into his arms, he saw his daughter in tears. He frowned irritably, took some silver from it, and put the remaining money bag back into her hand.
"Go back to the city quickly, and be careful on the road." The man said.
He left without looking back.
The girl cried and looked at the money bag in her hand, then looked up at his back, sobbing.
The man walked up the mountain path from the teahouse and met a dozen farmers who were collecting herbs and coming down the mountain. He hid them as quickly as possible to avoid meeting them.
Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle stopped following at the slope of a mountain road.
It was difficult to judge the identity at first, but as soon as the three characters "Bai Qingyuan" came out, it became clear.
On the way back, Zhi Changle asked Xia Zhaoyi if he wanted to take care of this matter.
"It's Mrs. Bai's turn to take care of it," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I will send her a letter and let her handle it."
"There is an innocent life among them," Zhi Changle said. "Since he is not dead, the body of a man named He Xin Xiaoyun found behind the county office is the scapegoat he found."
"Yeah, I'll write it in the letter too."
There were many voices coming from the front.
Three identical notices were posted on the tall bulletin board.
People who came and went flocked away, the literate people read and recited slowly, and the illiterate people went around asking people what they meant.
Normally Zhi Changle would just use his tall body to squeeze out a path arrogantly, but now he was not confident. With a bruised nose and swollen face, he stood behind the crowd and watched slowly.
There were so many people around that it was difficult for Xia Zhaoyi, who was of medium height, to see what was inside, so he could only listen to Zhi Changle's reading.
Sima Wu could not withstand the torture, and when he was dying, he was taken to Caishikou and beheaded by Lu Dun's men.
The head will be placed in a box and sent to An Giang.
The notice also mentioned the word "Ali", saying that he was the person she caught with her own hands and gave it to Huiren Camp as a big gift.
After Zhi Changle finished reading, he was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the girl beside him.
The look on Xia Zhaoyi's face was full of "goodwill", and when he saw it in Zhi Changle's eyes, he felt a gloomy look on his face, which made him feel a chill running down his spine.
This is indeed the case, she caught it with her own hands, and in accordance with her "threat", she did not take credit for it.
But the writing style used describes the relationship between her and them very well.
And he didn't show it in a deliberately explicit way, but it was revealed lightly between the lines, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Brother Zhi," Xia Zhaoyi said, "please read it again."
Zhi Changle nodded and read it again.
Xia Zhaoyi listened calmly and said calmly: "Let's go. We still need to find a place to write a letter and find someone to send it back to the city."
"Um."
In this area outside the city, the bulletin boards are very close to each other. You can see one every twenty steps, and all of them have new notices posted on them.
A group of soldiers and horses came out of the city at this time, with more than ten soldiers riding horses in front, and a luxurious carriage behind them.
The leading captain was looking casually among the crowd while riding, and his eyes fell on a teahouse behind the crowd.
The girl turned her back to the crowd and was writing quietly. Next to her sat a man, holding his cheek with his hands, holding his face with a bruised nose and swollen face.
There were not many people who could write, especially a young girl wearing unisex clothing, and with the big man next to her, it was not difficult to guess his identity.
The captain's eyes darkened, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked away, pretending he didn't see it.
"The leader just looked at me," Zhi Changle said.
"Is he here?" Xia Zhaoyi continued writing while saying calmly.
"No, he glanced at me and continued walking. His eyes were a bit..." Zhi Changle couldn't explain what he felt.
If it came, Xia Zhaoyi would not be surprised.
She paused for a moment, turned her head and looked behind her.
Through the crowd, only the tall carriage can be seen.
"I don't know where to go." Zhi Changle said casually.
"Go where you want to go." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Haha." Zhi Changle laughed.
The captain walked far away, but his heart became increasingly restless.
Unable to help himself, he turned back and looked in the direction where the girl and the big man were.
From such a long distance, nothing can be seen.
With a trace of sourness floating on the tip of his nose, the captain took a deep breath, lowered his head and took out a small wooden sign from his arms.
The edge of the sign is engraved with finely carved images of Purana, and a name is engraved in the middle, called Xia Lanzhou.
This is a custom among the Daqian army. In ancient times, after many battles, people mourned for their bones and corpses, and their comrades died at the border. They often commemorated or brought back such small wooden signs.
The sign in the hands of the captain was carved by this girl herself.
It was not brought back from the border, but a few years ago, she asked someone to inquire about it all the way and sent it to his hometown.
A small wooden sign, a bag of grain, and a bag of silver.
The captain clenched the sign in his hand, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the tears in his eyes.
