"Master Hou, look there are flowers over there in this winter!"
"Nonsense, those are plum blossoms! When don't they bloom in winter?"
"Hey, Mr. Hou, is it almost time to eat? Why do I feel hungry?"
"That's nonsense! You just passed the academy, you thought I didn't see it? You've only walked a few miles and you're already craving for food. Could it be that you were a loser in your last life?"
"Hey, Sister Ziyi is smiling at me..."
"roll!"
"okay……"
On the road heading south from Yangzhou City, a long motorcade was driving slowly and slowly.
On a luxuriously decorated carriage in the center of the motorcade, Xiaodong, dressed as a servant, was like a husky that had escaped from the reins, sitting on the shaft of the carriage and screaming from time to time.
Then he would always be choked back by Xiao Han in the car behind, which narrowed the eyes of Leng Zile who was sitting on the shaft of the car on the other side.
And Xiaodong seems to have been used to this for a long time. He is neither annoyed with the fool nor resentful of Xiao Han, but he still has to be surprised whenever he sees something new.
Fortunately, it was not fifteen yet and there were no other pedestrians on the road. Otherwise, seeing this appearance, they would have been whispering.
Before leaving this time, Xiao Han deliberately changed his identity.
Dressing himself up as a rich young man, others such as Xiaodong, Jiayi and others transformed into his bodyguards and servants.
Then, because they were really not familiar with the Jiangnan area, they specially brought Wang Wu and Xiao Dao, who were at home in Xiu Mu, to act as guides.
In this regard, Wang Wu and Xiao Dao are naturally absolutely convinced!
I went out with Xiao Han last time, and when I came back, I became a brigade commander, and maybe I could be promoted to a school captain!
This time when they heard Xiao Han's summons, the two of them couldn't wait to run over without wearing any trousers, for fear that they would be late and Xiao Han wouldn't want them.
More and more people were brought along, and in the end, a luxurious caravan with more than ten carriages and more than twenty horses was ready.
Xiao Han, who has the highest status in the team, seems to be a little uninterested since leaving the city.
This was not because he had any objections to this errand, but because he was about to do something bad to Xue Pan last night, but was distracted by his daughter's loud crying.
The next time was spent with Xue Pan coaxing the daughter, changing diapers, feeding, and coaxing the daughter again.
When they finally fell asleep again after serving their little ancestor, Xiao Han and Xue Pan collapsed on the bed from exhaustion. Only Xiao Han's little brother was still standing there tirelessly, completely unaware of his master's sore body...
…
"Little bastard, don't ever ask me why I didn't give you a younger brother or sister. This is all your fault!"
Leaning in the carriage, Xiao Han yawned and slowly closed his eyes as the carriage shook.
"Master Hou, look at the Yangtze River! It's so long!"
I don't know how much time passed outside, but Xiao Han was woken up again by Xiaodong's exclamation in his sleep.
"Nonsense, the short one is your ditch!"
Habitually speaking to Xiaodong first, Xiao Han rubbed his eyes, stuck his head out of the carriage, and looked forward.
Sure enough, a magnificent river, like the Milky Way in the sky, lay at the front of the motorcade. The warm sunshine sprinkled it, making the waves sparkle, making it look very spectacular!
In this cold winter season, all the large and small rivers in Yangzhou City have frozen, but the Yangtze River in front of us is still flowing and has no intention of freezing at all.
Xiao Han looked at the situation in front of him and couldn't help but walked out of the carriage. He stood on the carriage and looked at the waves of the Yangtze River, which were higher than the other waves, rushing into the distance! Even Xiao Han's heart was filled with pride. Get up thousands of times.
Only then did he understand why so many famous poets had come to the Yangtze River since ancient times and left behind their own eternal masterpieces.
Because facing this situation, even he wanted to compose a poem to express his emotions at this time.
It's a pity that my knowledge is too shallow. Apart from those excellent poems, only the word "holding the grass" is left in my mind, which cannot be dispersed for a long time.
"The falling trees rustle under the boundless sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky!"
He really couldn't use vulgar sentences like "Hold the grass, the Yangtze River is full of water" to make people look embarrassed, so Xiao Han had to shamelessly use Lao Du's poems to show off.
But he didn't expect that before he could plagiarize the rest of "A Wanli Sad Autumn Is Always a Guest", there was a loud shout from someone in front of him, which almost made Xiao Han jump out of the car.
“What a poem!”
"Who is so knowledgeable?"
Xiao Han stopped his urge to recite poems in shock and looked up towards the place where the sound came from.
However, he didn't see anyone stroking their hands and laughing at him. He only saw A1 and a few people gathered by the river for some reason, and there seemed to be people running towards it.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Xiao Han asked, patting Xiaodong's shoulder in surprise.
Xiaodong was craning his neck to enjoy the view. Hearing this, he quickly turned around and explained: "Master Hou, someone in front stepped into the river. Fortunately, he was caught by others, otherwise we would have to go to the estuary to find him."
"Stepped into the river?" Xiao Han frowned when he heard this. Just as he was about to ask who fell into the water, he saw a shivering and disheveled Wang Wu running over from the crowd.
"Damn, I don't have eyes when I walk, so I got wet all over, sneeze! So wet! So cold..."
Looking dumbfounded at Wang Wu, who was still dripping water, Xiao Han was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing.
It turns out that this is so wet!
That's right. Among those who came out with me this time, either Dou Da didn't know a lot of big bosses, or they were heartless bastards like Xiaodong. How many of them could understand Lao Du's masterpiece?
Since writing poetry is a chicken-and-duck conversation, Xiao Han's mood disappeared if he continued to sing.
He shook his head, jumped off the frame, and watched Jiayi and the others running over with knives that were shivering from the cold. Only then did he realize that it was this guy who had fallen into the water.
"What's going on? Why did you fall into the water so easily?"
Xiao Han watched Jia Yi and the others throw the knife into a car. He thought he wanted him to change clothes quickly, so he followed him and asked with a smile.
As soon as A heard the sound, he turned around and found that it was Xiao Han. He quickly raised his hands and replied: "Master Hou! He just went to call for the ferry over there. He shouted for some reason and walked a few steps forward, and then fell into the water.
Already."
"Oh~"
Xiao Han suddenly realized what was going on, but soon he realized something was wrong.
"Eh? Why do you still call me Lord Hou? Are you afraid that others won't know my identity? Didn't I tell you that we have to keep a low profile this time? Keep a low profile!"
"Low-key?" Jiayi's eyes widened, he looked at the huge team around him, and swallowed hard.
This is also called low-key? It seems that you didn’t have such a big show before, right?
Not daring to say this to Xiao Han, Jiayi could only mutter in his heart and ask: "Master Hou, what should we call you? You should have a title."
"What did you call me?"
Xiao Han frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly thought of Wu Song Wu Erlang, he clapped his hands and said happily: "Yes, you all call me Xiao Erlang!"
"Xiao Er, Xiao Er, Xiao Er... Mr. Hou, you are really good at naming names!"
