Behind him, Wang Laoer looked at both sides warily.
"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."
"Have you eaten in Mingfu?"
"have eaten."
"Mingfu." An old man was sitting outside the door, looking like he had difficulty moving.
Yang Xuan nodded, "But are there any difficulties?"
"Private interview in private!" Zhuque said: "Why can't we see beauties in private interview in private? Heroes save beauties, Yu He by the Daming Lake!"
The old man struggled to get up, but Yang Xuan held him down and said with a smile: "Taiping City is small, and small has its advantages..."
People gradually gathered around, and Yang Xuan said: "We are like a family in this small town."
The old man had probably never met such a friendly official in his life, and he was trembling with excitement.
Yang Xuan didn't urge him, and the old man said after a while: "Will the horse thief come again?"
See how frightened these people are... Yang Xuan said with a smile: "Deng Hu and his gang are so injured this time that they won't be able to come for a while. Don't worry."
"Where's An? Why can't I feel at ease when Mingfu is here?"
The old man was a little shy, "I... I just thought about it! This horse meat is so delicious."
"The horse thieves are here to eat horse meat!" a child shouted.
Yang Xuan: "..."
Once upon a time, horse thieves were evil spirits to these people. But now, everyone calls for beating them.
Look at these people, their spirit is completely different from the beginning. If Deng Hu dares to come again, without Yang Xuan's mobilization, these profit-driven people will regard them as fat sheep.
From disaster to fat sheep, it is only in Yang Xuan's hands.
But there were people in the crowd who looked indifferent.
"Mingfu, I have your letter."
Zhen Siwen trotted over and said breathlessly: "Just arrived."
"Please praise me." The green light stayed on lazily.
Yang Xuan patted Zhen Siwen on the shoulder, "Sven is good."
Zhen Siwen's face turned red and she was extremely excited.
After taking the letter, Yang Xuan opened it...
Yang Xuan, seeing a letter is like meeting in person.
Juanxiu's handwriting made Yang Xuan stunned for a moment, and then he continued to read.
The Imperial College has been very lively recently. A group of professors have made various feather tails, which are floating down from high places or flying through the woods.
It's all my fault!
Yang Xuan felt beautiful just thinking about that scene.
Metaphysics originally pursues freedom and freedom, and for countless years their ultimate goal is to ascend. But after countless years, they still can't see the possibility of ascending.
Feathers and tails, this is how the golden wind and jade dew meet and win, and there are countless people in the world.
I think professors will become more free and easy-going.
The city of Chang'an was not peaceful either, and those people were still criticizing the left prime minister.
The emperor added a family with four surnames, which almost created an invincible mode. But after these three years, Chen Shen is still as stable as Mount Tai.
I have been thinking about medical skills recently. My predecessors left countless treasures, and I wandered among them. The feeling is indescribable.
Is it happiness?
Yang Xuan felt a little sad.
I heard about the bitter cold in northern Xinjiang, you...be careful.
After Yang Xuan received the letter, he became energetic.
"I just like you for no reason..." Music rang in my ears, and the green lights of the scroll in the bag flashed one after another, like a naughty child rolling around.
Returning to the county house, Cao Ying said with a strange face: "A sheep died."
Yang Xuan coughed dryly and said, "I know."
So there was more mutton for lunch.
It’s been a long time!
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes happily.
After finishing the meal, he said with a straight face: "We can't kill any more sheep."
"Yes." Cao Ying responded.
Yi Niang smiled and said, "I still have one leg left."
This is the right of the lord, and the lord chose to enjoy himself with the people.
"Supper is ready, let's eat together."
"Thank you sir."
Returning to the bedroom, Yang Xuan closed the door with his backhand.
He sat down and whispered: "Suzaku."
"I am here."
"What does a good lord need?"
"It depends on what you choose. I think you can choose Cao Mengde as the version."
"Cao Mengde..."
"Yes, that Cao Mengde who likes to miss other people's wives."
"I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me..." Yang Xuan shook his head, "I don't want to be such a person."
"That's a lie." Zhuque said, "If Cao Mengde had such thoughts, he wouldn't say it out loud."
"I don't like Cao Mengde."
"How about big ears?" Zhuque's voice was full of joy, "I have nothing to do all day long to play with the children, and my wife is on a day trip to Cao Junzhong..."
"Or learn from Liu Bang, the ruffian who led a group of brothers to rebel."
"There is another Zhu Yuanzhang, tsk tsk! This one is the most powerful one. He was so poor that you can't imagine when he was a child. He could only become a monk and earn a living. In the end, he drove the Tartars out of the Central Plains step by step. For thousands of years,
No one can achieve the righteousness of the country."
"Ming Taizu was too ruthless in purging heroes." Yang Xuan knelt down and said softly: "He only thought about his children and grandchildren inheriting the throne, but he forgot that the world has not yet been peaceful. The remnants of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty in the north are still there, and the foreign races on the grasslands are gradually becoming more powerful... in the south
Jiaozhi is about to move. The world is not yet settled, so don’t return your swords and guns to your treasury and let your horses go to Nanshan."
"Then what kind of emperor do you want to be?"
"I don't know." Yang Xuan felt that this question was too early.
"Lang Jun." Outside is Yi Niang.
Yang Xuan stood up and went out, "What's the matter?"
Yi Niang rolled up her sleeves. She was probably doing laundry just now. "There is someone from the state, please let me go."
"Got it."
Yang Xuan frowned, "Why don't you hire a woman to do the laundry?"
Mr. Lang is caring about me!
Yi Niang smiled happily, "It doesn't matter if it's other people's clothes, but your husband's clothes cannot be left to be washed by outsiders."
Yang Xuan nodded, "Okay."
This is a way for Yi Niang to show off her status, and it is also a way for her to establish territory.
Just like Cao Ying regards the official affairs in the county as her own territory, the same goes for Yi Niang in the backyard.
Yang Xuan went to the front yard.
"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."
A sergeant came from the state capital and sent the documents, which were checked and found to be correct.
"The old thief and the second thief are coming with me."
Taiping County is more than 200 miles away from Lin'an, where Zhouli is located, a journey of four to five days.
The sergeant rode back, with Yang Xuan and three others behind.
That night they found a place to camp.
When the bonfire was lit, the old thief took out the dry pancakes, made a porcelain bottle, picked out something from it with a knife, spread it on the dry pancakes, and then put the dry pancakes aside to bake.
"It's mutton fat." Wang Laoer waited happily.
The mutton fat melted and was absorbed into the dry pancakes, and the rest was sizzling on the outside, and the aroma of the mutton fat-baked pancakes filled the air.
"Okay." Wang Laoer couldn't wait and urged beside the campfire.
"Don't be impatient." The old thief flipped the dry biscuits slowly, "Make sure that every part of the biscuit is soaked in mutton fat. It will be crispy and fragrant on the outside, piping hot on the inside, and fragrant with wheat."
Wang Laoer's saliva was about to come out.
When the pancakes were baked, Wang Laoer picked one up and turned around to hand it to Yang Xuan.
The cake was very fragrant, and the three of them devoured it with great satisfaction.
As the night progressed, Wang Laoer raised his head and looked at the sky, "Lang Jun, what are those river-like things?"
"Galaxy."
Yang Xuan sat by the campfire, enjoying the tranquility comfortably.
"What is a galaxy?"
"It is a river made up of countless stars."
"I really want to fish in this river." Wang Laoer said with longing.
Yang Xuan saw a look of envy in the old thief's eyes.
"Many times, ignorance is bliss."
Suzaku's philosopher attribute is revived.
"There's someone." The old thief suddenly said softly.
Yang Xuan has already felt it.
The footsteps were very light, but they were not cautious, but...
Ghostly!
Yang Xuan turned around suddenly and saw a ghostly figure floating over in the dark night behind him.
The visitor was wearing cloth and a bamboo hat, and in the darkness only his thin lips could be seen.
as well as.
A pair of bare feet.
The three of them stood up. The old thief walked up to Yang Xuan, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "May I ask what you are here for?"
His thin lips moved slightly, "I'm here to find someone."
"Haha!" The old thief pointed to the bonfire, "Do you want to warm yourself up?"
Someone came to look at Yang Xuan and said, "That's fine."
Walking barefoot on the withering grass, but making no sound.
This is a good hand!
No.
He is a master!
The four of them sat down.
The old thief took out a piece of cake and asked, "Try it?"
"good!"
The visitor was sitting cross-legged, but Yang Xuan felt that he could play at any time.
Wang Laoer sniffed and leaned closer to Yang Xuan, his eyes colder than ever before.
He felt hostility.
The campfire has now turned into a charcoal fire, which is perfect for making pancakes.
The old thief smiled and said: "Where are you going?"
The visitor said: "Peace."
The old thief said with a smile: "Taiping! We will go there in a while."
The moonlight was deserted, shining through the bamboo hat on the face of the visitor.
Pale!
The visitor's eyes moved.
"I'm looking for someone."
"Who are you looking for?" The old thief picked up half a piece of dry wood, and the top piece was burning red.
The visitor slowly stretched out his hand into his arms.
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
The visitor took out a piece of paper.
"Someone defrauded my medicinal materials, do you know who it is?"
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "I guess he is a liar."
What the hell!
How could Hua Zhuo see through that scam?
Yang Xuan felt the coming person's breath.
A breath that makes him powerless.
The visitor lowered his head to look at the paper, then raised his head, his eyes slowly moved around, and finally rested on Yang Xuan's face.
His voice was very calm, "My name is Wahai."
"Ganniniang!"
The old thief used the half piece of firewood to pick it up.
Immediately, the red-hot coals flew towards the visitor.