In Yancheng, an elegant man wearing a white robe came here.
This was the Master of the Mingxin Sect who came to Nanchuan under the "instruction" of Ye Fan. At this time, he arrived in Yancheng and entered the world for the first time. There was a little curiosity in the eyes of these powerful kings.
"Is this how the world turns out to be?"
As Master Mingxin walked along the street, he often stopped in front of stalls selling gadgets, picked up a few children's toys, played with them, and then put them down under the expectant eyes of the vendors.
Naturally, this inevitably involved a roll of the eyes, but Mingxin Sect Leader was a little happy with it. After looking at it for a while, he seemed to remember what Ye Fan said before, so he put on a pair of coarse clothes and went to the street.
I found an old woman who was selling handfuls of green onions and ginger at a stall, and I bowed down.
"Old lady, do you know where there are poor people in this city?"
Hearing this strange voice, the old woman raised her head and looked at the handsome man in front of her. There was doubt in her brows, and the wrinkles on her face undulated, as if they were bunched up.
She obviously had never heard anyone ask such a question about where there were poor people. She just looked puzzled. After a while, she shook her head and said, "I don't know either."
"Don't know?" Hearing this, Master Mingxin was also a little confused and muttered, "Are there no poor people in the world now?"
After reciting a sentence, Master Mingxin moved his eyes and saw the onions and ginger on the stall in front of the old woman, showing a hint of curiosity.
"Old lady, do you only sell these things?"
"I only have a small piece of land at home and can only grow these." The old woman replied.
"Then these things must be very valuable." Master Mingxin nodded and replied.
"Is it valuable?" Hearing this, the old woman frowned, "Four pieces of green onions and three pieces of ginger. All these things add up to less than twenty yuan, so how can they be considered valuable?"
"Young man, you haven't cooked at home yet, right?"
"No." Master Mingxin replied, feeling a little embarrassed. He glanced at the old woman and asked again, "What can you buy with twenty yuan? Is it too much?"
When these words came out, the old woman seemed a little helpless, but she just sighed and pointed to a noodle shop on the street, "A bowl of noodles sells for twelve yuan. Do you think twenty yuan is too much?"
"A bowl of noodles costs twelve yuan. If all these things are sold out in one day, I can't buy two bowls of noodles..." Master Mingxin calculated silently, but his expression changed slightly. In his mind, Ye Fan's words seemed to come to him again.
It echoed.
He hesitated a little, looked at the old woman in front of him, and said slowly, "Old woman, if you say this, you are a poor person."
"Poor, but not bad." After hearing this, the old woman just shook her head, "The old man left early, so I can survive by growing some vegetables by myself and occasionally picking up bottles and selling them."
"Does the old woman have no children?"
"Yes, I have two sons and one daughter." When talking about her children, the old woman rarely smiled. "They are all very good. They all have families and have children of their own."
"Then they won't take care of you?" Hearing this, Master Mingxin asked, "Are they going to let you set up a stall on the street and sell these things to barely make ends meet at such an old age?"
"They want to take care of me." The old woman retorted, but she smiled and sighed, "But they are all in other provincial cities, and I don't want to go."
After saying these words, Mingxin Sect Master had a hint of doubt, "Why do you have to go? Can't they come?"
"This." This sentence seemed to make the old woman choke. She glanced at Master Mingxin. At this moment, her eyes seemed complicated, but in the end, she just shook her head.
"They also need to have their own homes. They have their own careers there, their wives and children. It's not easy to be able to come back for a few days every year."
"It took a lot of effort for them to take root in the big city. It's impossible for them to come back just because of me, an old woman."
"That's it." After hearing this, Master Mingxin thought for a while, then seemed to compromise, and said: "Then why don't you go live with them, which can improve the living environment and stay with your relatives.
, it should be pretty good too.”
"I'm afraid of annoying people. As you know, old people don't get along well with young people." The old woman shook her head, "And I have lived here for decades..."
"You must be tired of living for decades. Wouldn't it be nice to move to a new place?" Master Mingxin replied.
"Heh." After hearing this, the old woman looked at Master Mingxin and waved her hands helplessly.
"I'm old and can no longer adapt to a new place."
"Look, they are living well now, and I am not living too badly. Isn't this already very good?"
When these words came out, Master Mingxin stopped and opened his mouth, but just said: "I always thought that when parents grow old, their children will definitely stay with them to fulfill their filial piety..."
"Who doesn't want their children to be around when they grow old." The old woman replied, but she just shook her head with a smile, "But sometimes, you can't do whatever you want."
These words naturally made Master Mingxin feel a little strange. In terms of age, he was much older than the old woman in front of him, but at this time, in the eyes of the other party, he was just like a child.
The words were rough, but they made the concept that Master Mingxin had always implemented shake a little. He was silent for a while and just nodded.
"Been taught a lesson."
After saying this, the Mingxin Sect Master did not continue. He cupped his hands towards the old woman, turned around, and walked towards the other side of the street.
"This young man." The old woman was a little strange. Looking at the back of Master Mingxin, she just shook her head, thought of something, and spoke to herself.
"Why would anyone ask if twenty yuan is a lot these days?"
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On the tower of Pingcheng, the middle-aged man wearing glasses looked at the sea of troops below the tower. At this moment, his brows were twisted into knots.
Everyone knew that Tiangong's base camp was on the edge of Pingcheng. The scene he had woken up from many times in his dreams in the past few months finally appeared in front of him.
"What should we do, City Lord?" On the side, the staff officer in the City Lord's Mansion made a voice. Faced with such a worrying scene, the staff officer was also very anxious.
"Are you the staff officer or am I the staff officer." The city lord replied angrily, but he could only say helplessly, "There are too many of them and we can't defend them."
"Do you want to ask for help from the higher ups?" the staff officer said, "This is an obvious rebellion. It's impossible for the higher ups to just ignore it."
"If the superiors had taken care of it, it wouldn't have happened today." The city lord shook his head. At this moment, he looked at the large army still on the road in the distance with sad eyes. After a long while, he sighed.
"We can only wait and see what God says. I am a fish and meat man and a swordsman, so what can I do?"
After saying this, the city lord seemed to have lost all his strength, waved his hand, and sat down on the armchair behind him. For a moment, he seemed to have given up on the useless struggle.
This made the staff officers and some city guard commanders on the side feel helpless. In the past, there would have been many guardians guarding Pingcheng in Lao Ye's hometown. However, since Mr. Ye purged Pingcheng in the first battle, all the war-day troops and guardians of Nanchuan
They were all urgently transferred back. At this time, facing the army of God, they were helpless.
In not much time, the large army finally arrived in front of the city gate of Pingcheng. The army lined up in Wuyangyang. Ye Fan, wearing armor and riding a horse, walked out of the army, which seemed a bit abrupt.
In front of the city gate, thousands of city guards were all focusing on Ye Fan. They were holding firearms, but they felt that their breathing became a little heavier at this moment. Seeing Ye Fan coming on horseback, they just felt
The pressure came like a mountain.
This is momentum. When you have enough trump cards and enough power, even if you don't say anything, you will give others a strong sense of oppression.
But Ye Fan was naturally as steady as a mountain. When he came to the city gate, he saw the Lord of Pingcheng who seemed to be in ruins, with a smile on his lips.
"I have been ordered by the governor to go to Nange and check the remnants of the dynasty in the cities along the way."
"City Lord Huang, why don't you quickly open the city gate and accept the investigation?"