The city is like a prison, but there are always more people entering than coming out.
And the people who go in are far more anxious than the people who come out.
There are many carriages and horses inside Yingtian City, and there is a huge crowd outside the city. All kinds of carriages and trucks, and all kinds of people are crowded in front of the city gate, waiting for inspection by the soldiers.
The two large vehicles of Zhu Yunxi and his party were struggling to shuttle among the crowd. Li Jinglong carefully held the whip, fearing that it would accidentally hit the old man's vehicle frame.
His nervous palms were sweaty. In fact, he was a second-hand driver, so it was better in places where there were no people. In places with many people, he neither dared to scold pedestrians nor shouted at animals, so he could only walk slowly.
But Guo Ying's carriage in front was extremely agile. After darting through the crowd a few times, it was a long way ahead.
The old man looked on with a smile as if nothing was wrong.
Zhu Yunxi was beside him, and promptly handed the old man a hand-held pot filled with strong tea.
"Hey, I haven't seen these people in years!" The old man laughed, "Look, you can't even see the people coming into the city." As he said that, he pointed to the crowd and saw a man sitting on a wheelbarrow pushed by a man.
While he was eating sesame seed cakes, the boy, who was about five or six years old, said, "Look at this kid, he's really strong with a big head and a big head."
Zhu Yunxi laughed from the side and said, "The people are happy and happy like this. Old man, this is all your credit. In the thirty years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the people have rested and all industries have prospered..."
"It's not our fault!" The old man looked at the crowded crowd, his body swayed with the rhythm of the cart, and said with a smile, "Throughout the past and present, when things have been good, do we call it the prosperous age? Ha, it's just the plagued scholar asking for credit and reward.
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"In our world, from Qin Shihuang to the present, there have been famines almost every year for thousands of years. Every thirty years there are small ones and fifty years there are big ones. Half of the time in a hundred years there have been wars, and countless people have died.
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"But why is it that after the war subsided and God gave me face, the world was in peace and prosperity?"
"It's not us, nor the other emperors and me, the real meritorious ones are them!"
Zhu Yunxi followed the old man's big hand and looked over. The old man was referring to those ordinary people who were either shabby, honest or ordinary.
He was referring to those common people whose eyes were burning with vitality.
It refers to those people who carry their family's livelihood on their shoulders and suffer hardships but live frugally.
"You are right, old man." Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Everything was created by them. As long as you give them peace and peace, they will create prosperous times one after another."
When he said this, he couldn't help but think of a passage in his mind.
"Our nation is like the sea, with a strong ability to purify itself, a mind that tolerates all things, and the vitality of nurturing life."
"Our nation is good at forgetting hatred, has naive optimism, and is as tenacious as weeds."
"Even if God only gives us a ray of sunshine, we can still create incomparable brilliance in the world."
At this time, their carriage finally got out of the crowd and was about to enter the straight and wide official road.
Just as Li Jinglong was about to wave the whip in his hand, he suddenly heard a cursing shout from behind, "You can walk on these trails, but your car can't drive as fast as a good old woman!"
The sudden loud voice came into my ears, and it still sounded like the accent from Liaodong.
Turning around, he saw a carriage rushing by, and the old man driving the carriage was blowing his beard and glaring at Li Jinglong.
"Is the whip in your hand a fire stick? Does it have a long hand? Just whip it on the animal. There are already many people here, but you are still wandering in front of it and it's endless!"
Li Jinglong looked at the other party and said in confusion, "What do you mean about me?"
"Ah!" The other old man glared, "If I don't talk to you, I'm talking to an animal!"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Li Jinglong was furious, "Why are you swearing?"
"I'm scolding you? Do you believe I'll beat you up?" the old man said coldly, "It's such a wide road, and your car is already half the size of other cars, and it's still hanging around in front. Look at the traffic behind you.
Slip away!"
After hearing this, Zhu Yunxi and the old man turned back at the same time.
Sure enough, there were many large cars following them, and the men driving the cars were swearing, obviously very dissatisfied with their behavior of standing in the middle of the road and not walking quickly.
"I also want to walk fast. I can fly. If there are so many people, who will bump into you?" Li Jinglong said angrily.
"I don't care about your grandma and grandson!" the old man driving the car cursed, and shouted loudly to the crowd around him, "Young and old men, please pull over and be careful not to let the car scratch you. Come on, come on, let me borrow some money.
Watch the children carefully and don’t scare the animals!”
He shouted, and the crowds on the road laughed and moved out of the way. The whip in the old man's hand was dexterously swung, and the old horse pulling the cart clicked with brisk steps, and in a few breaths he was with them.
The carriage pulled away.
Many carriages followed the old man, each passing Li Jinglong, and no one was without muttering.
This way, Zhu Yunxi suddenly thought of the highways of later generations. There are always some godly people who drive sixty yards in the fast lane. I don't know if they have a welded accelerator or are afraid of wasting gas.
"I......"
After all, Li Jinglong was also the Duke of the dynasty, and he was scolded by these common people even before he left the capital.
Full of anger and nowhere to vent, he waved his horsewhip and shouted at the officials standing on the roadside, "I don't care, there are people everywhere, and there is no place for cars to go..."
"Get up quickly, it's not embarrassing enough for you to drive this car!" The old man kicked Li Jinglong off, "Can you know how to drive a car?"
Deng Ping, who was following the carriage, had quick hands and eyes and grabbed Li Jinglong.
The old man was holding a whip in his hand and was still cursing, "What are you doing with the two knives? Look at us!" As he said that, he flicked his wrist and said, "Drive!"
Snap!
The old man waved the riding crop with one hand and held the reins with the other hand to adjust the direction.
The mule driving the cart took steady steps and went straight onto the road.
"You're blinded by such a good beast!" The old man turned around and cursed again.
In front, Guo Ying and the others pulled the reins, stopped and smiled.
Cao Zhen ate the roast chicken and said with a smile, "Master Huang, how about I go over and drive the car for you?"
"Eat what you have, you are worse than a second girl, you can go back to the ditch later!"
The old man laughed and cursed, and the two carriages began to run along the official road.
This was a hardship for the guards who were following the big car. Even though the speed of the car was not fast, they could only barely keep up with it at a trot.
"Stop pretending, ride the horse when it's time to ride!" Zhu Yunxi laughed, "If you run along like this, your legs will be worn out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
It stands to reason that when the cart entered the official road, it had to go straight. Why did the old man's cart and Guo Ying's carriage run directly on the official road for a while and then plunged directly into the country road.
Li Jinglong also realized that something was wrong. He grabbed the frame of the carriage and ran while shouting, "Old man, are you on the wrong track?"
"That's right!" The old man drove the car very relaxedly. "What's wrong with following Guo Laosi?" He said, turning around and smiling, "It's not interesting to take the official road. Only these country roads are interesting!"
"But...but what if I go the wrong way?" Li Jinglong's forehead was covered with sweat, and he didn't know whether it was because he was tired or scared.
"You can't be wrong. Guo Laosi and Cao Fool are both walking maps. From Fengyang to Yingtian Mansion, they know exactly how many villages they passed, how many wells there are, where to stay and where to eat!" The old man smiled and flicked his wrist.
