"Xiaoer, this is the eldest son of the prince's family!" Santie came running over on a little bald donkey.
Crown Prince!
Yan Yuxin said what a great guy, such a big shot!
His eyes suddenly lit up.
Because of the excitement, my voice trembled a little.
"My uncle is the household secretary of Huju City. His surname is Yan and his given name is Huaiwen. He is a scholar. My father's name is Yan Huaian and my eldest brother's name is Yan Xiangheng. They both studied in Huju County. Now they are trapped in Huju. When Beirong comes,
I'm also in the city, brother, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask me, I know everything!"
The Prince of England was very surprised when he heard this.
"You said you were also in Huju at the time, so how did you get out? What was the situation in Huju at that time?"
Yan Yu then quickly told the story of how she rode a donkey with an iron skin on her back to report the news and what happened to the tiger when she came out.
As she spoke, she observed the prince.
The helmet blocked half of his face, leaving only his eyes, nose and mouth exposed. But if you look hard, you can still see that this young man is quite good-looking. He just married a wife a few days ago and is still a groom.
Knowing that Beirong was besieging Huju and going there in person, he had no airs and was willing to lower his body and talk to her. No wonder people in Guanzhou were full of praise for the palace. Just being approachable was a plus.
By the way, the stolen box belonging to his wife, the Crown Prince, is still sinking in the river next to them...
After hearing that the child escaped from Huju and sent messages to Yongning and Gufeng, the Crown Prince's tone became softer.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Yan Yu. I work as a waiter at home. Everyone calls me Xiaoer."
"Xiao Er, how about if I call you the same way?"
"Your Majesty, please do as you please."
"Why don't you call me brother?"
"Is it okay? I just feel like something is wrong..."
"Nothing, just call me big brother." The Prince of England said with a smile.
"Brother Crown Prince!" Yan Yu shouted crisply.
"Boy, your village has done a great job in building the bridge. You also have a role in reporting the news. You should be rewarded. Is there anything you want?" The Prince of England was a little amused.
This kid from the Yan family is really smart and lovable.
Yan Yu's eyes seemed to be shining with stars at this time, echoing the stars in the night sky.
"Can I get a reward for killing Beirong? Can I get a reward for killing Beirong? Can I also give it to the bank for repairing the bridge and reporting the news?"
The appearance of this little money-lover really makes people look at Coca-Cola.
The prince said with a smile in his eyes: "But, I will explain to Mr. Tian that in order to repay your merits, you just have to wait at home."
"No, no, no!" Yan Yu waved her hands hurriedly: "Brother, can you not give me the silver reward from Huju? Our eldest master and the government office of Huju are very poor..."
From Huju, each head is given one tael.
But Yongning City's payment is different. It's really two taels of silver per head, and the price difference is huge.
The abacus in her mind was ticking, and she knew exactly where to get the reward.
"Okay." The prince nodded.
To him, there is no difference.
Upon hearing his agreement, Yan Yu smiled so hard that his eyes went out, and Da Tie and others next to him also smiled brightly.
Now that he agreed to this matter, the Prince of England thought about it and said a few words to the people around him.
Yan Yu got closer without leaving a trace and could hear clearly.
The prince told him to wait until the tigers settled down and come here to handle the matter, so there would be no need for the government to send someone else to take care of it...
She instantly shifted her gaze to the young man named Peng Shu. Upon hearing this name, there was no doubt that he was the young man next to the prince.
Holding the book and taking orders, he said yes and looked at her.
Yan Yu responded with a big smile, imprinting the appearance of this God of Wealth brother firmly in his mind...
The Prince of England still wanted to catch up with the team in front and led the team away immediately.
"Xiaoer, we have killed a lot of Beirong, and each person has two taels of silver for his head. How much does that cost?" Da Tie's breathing quickened when he thought of those older silver coins.
The last time he killed Beirong, Uncle Yan specially summoned the whole village and said that the orders of Yongning and Huju were different. Huju had less money, only one tael, while Yongning had more money, only 2 taels.
They didn't have any objections. Yongning is a prefectural city, and it costs ten taels of silver to register. Huju doesn't spend money, so how can it be the same? Besides, Second Uncle Yan also explained clearly that the money was withheld by the border army.
It is also for real use and is spent on border defense.
They don't understand the truth, and they also know that money is spent wisely, and it should be.
"The previous group of Beirong soldiers were all killed by ourselves. Later, Gu Feng's city guards killed a lot of them. We can't be greedy for other people's credit. It's as much as it should be. We have to figure out the head count and let them go separately.
On one side, wait until they come back and let them be taken away."
Yan Yu remembered clearly that none of Gu Feng's city guards held a bow.
"Everything my uncle shoots to death counts as ours. Don't mess around. We will keep all the ones with arrows on them."
She couldn't stand it anymore when she thought that one person's head suddenly increased to two taels of silver.
There is still a lot of money in the mountains, waiting for her.
"I have other things to do, so I'm leaving first!"
Yan Yu took the reins of the donkey from Santie.
The little bald donkey's footsteps moved away happily.
…
Yan Laoer didn't even know how he managed to survive.
At first, their operation went smoothly. They walked up and down the house, killed many Beirong soldiers, and also saved many people.
Later, there were more and more people in the government office, and the adults were okay, but no one could control the cry of the child, and Beirong still noticed it.
A head-on battle broke out between the two sides, with both sides suffering casualties.
Seeing that the government office could no longer stay, they took the people and ran away.
He has lost count of how many people have changed around him.
When the yamen officer died, the people of Huju City spontaneously stepped forward and, relying on their familiarity with the road in the city, they ran away in a helter-skelter manner.
Kill the small group of Beirong and run away if there are many.
There are those who open the road in front, those who cut off the road behind, and all the old, weak, women and children in the middle.
He and Heng'er dragged the elder along.
Keep running, keep running.
What a good plan we had before, and everything we had to hide and hide, now we have forgotten all about it, all we can do is run!
It's not that they couldn't find a suitable place to hide, it's that Mr. Tian left all such safe places to the people in the city.
Yan Laoer was convinced.
To be honest, for a person like him who is so afraid of death, he doesn’t even know why he dragged Mr. Tian all the way. Maybe it was because the drag was too smooth and he was used to it after running for so long...
"Big nephew... take a rest!" Yan Laoer was panting heavily.
The same goes for Yan Xiangheng.
As soon as the uncle and nephew stopped, the people around them also stood still. Some of them took the time to rest, some of them spontaneously guarded the surroundings, and a few of them climbed up to a higher place to look for the wind...
This was all taught by Yan Laoer.
It's impossible not to tell them, they have no sense of danger at all, they are running for their lives, how can they let their guard down so much!
Mr. Tian's face turned pale, his head and face were covered with sweat, and his whole body was shaking.
At first glance, he looked exhausted.
He hasn't spoken for a long time and relies solely on gestures with his eyes and hands.
It's rare for Yan Laoer to be able to guess. He's more likely to be right and less wrong.