"The people in Youzhou have a grand plan. If my aunt, Princess Qi, hadn't sent someone to tell me the whole story before she left, I would still be kept in the dark. It's better that you don't know these things. Got it.
, die quickly.”
Huang Anxin was shocked. The master actually spoke and said so much!
But the content of the master's words made his expression change suddenly.
Before Princess Qi left, even the master was kept in the dark about these things?
Before he could ask in detail, Zhao Dun added another sentence.
"I'm hiding these things from even your two senior sisters, so they can't know."
After finishing speaking, he waved his hand.
"You don't have to worry about my affairs, and don't get involved. Go out and close the door!"
Huang An was still deep in thought, but when he saw that the master really didn't say anything more, he responded and walked out of the house with his eyes blank.
After the master said so many words, it can be seen that his mentality has recovered to a large extent.
Then why are you still lying down?
Pretending?
Definitely not, at least not in the first few days.
But now, there is definitely an element of pretense.
What is the master waiting for?
Or dragging something?
still...?
Is there anything you can't decide on or are you hesitating about?
After Huang An walked out of the house, he calmly shook his head towards the two senior sisters who looked anxious, and then walked to the kitchen.
Although there were more doubts in his heart, Huang An was actually very happy inside.
He passed the master's words to the two senior sisters and told his guess.
Both of them had smiles on their pretty faces.
No matter what, the master (father) is not what they thought. It is the best news that his mentality has recovered a little.
As for unnecessary matters, the three senior sisters and brothers plan to listen to their master and not get involved for the time being.
They need to continue to maintain their current status and wait for the master to make a decision whether to go to the Firearms Department or continue to stay in the house and wait for things to turn around.
After dinner, Huang An walked up to the courtyard wall with ease, and then walked on the roof of the neighbor's house.
In less than five minutes, he returned to his small courtyard.
After entering the house, he lay directly on the bed and began to meditate.
He felt that the master would definitely agree to be the firearms director.
Because in Huang An's view, the master has no choice.
Princess Qi has given up on her master, and the master's greatest support may have been lost.
The governor of Youzhou weaved a large net and wrapped the master layer by layer in it.
Master, we can only cooperate with the governor and others.
Thinking of this, Huang An's heart moved.
He needs to make some preparations to deal with possible situations in the future so as not to be caught off guard.
If you think about it carefully, he was collecting some new knowledge in his hometown because it might be useful in the future.
The turn of events came so unexpectedly.
On the second day, Huang An and Zhao Yan continued to wear masks and went to the Xialinzhai compound.
For three days in a row, it remained the same as before.
However, Huang An cannot bear to practice hard every day. Warriors should practice relaxation and moderation, and should not rush for quick success.
Sister Zhao is okay and doesn't want to take more medicine.
Huang An was different. He basically didn't stop taking the medicine when he was practicing martial arts, and his body finally couldn't bear it anymore.
When he was in the garbage dump of all realms, the Eye of Insight reminded him to combine work and rest to give his body time to recover and digest the medicine.
Therefore, after a very friendly and in-depth communication with Yu Mao, Huang An received permission to join the Xialin Village Guards.
He can go out for a walk.
To be honest, Huang An came to Ming Dynasty for more than half a year, and for nearly nine months, he devoted himself to martial arts.
After all, practicing martial arts to extend his life was his biggest motivation for fighting hard in the Ming Dynasty.
That's it, he knows very little about other places except Feng'an City and Youzhou City.
We also know very little about the local customs and customs inside Youzhou.
The master's condition, the continued recovery of his body, and even the hope of regaining his confidence gave Huang An a desire to explore.
He wanted to know more about this Ming Dynasty, this second anchor world.
After all, he can't stay here all his life, he will go out sooner or later.
Joining the Xialin Village Guards and taking the road between Fen County and Youzhou City has become his best choice at the moment.
Being safe, you can still hear a lot of gossip, get to know Xialin Village in depth, and even deepen your friendship with Yu Mao.
Why not?
Huang An's stay at the Xialinzhai compound these days was not in vain.
When I meet Yu Mao every two days, I don't always talk nonsense, and I don't just talk about precious medicines.
He now has a very deep understanding of the details of Xialin Village, or in other words, the 120-mile journey traveled by the guards of Xialin Village.
Xialin Village is indeed a bandit on a certain level.
Their backer in Youzhou City was not the governor Gao that Huang An initially thought, nor was he just the governor.
They are not even qualified to see the judge, Wang Kuiwang, and they are even less likely to have direct contact with the governor.
There are actually three of their backers, all of them are people from the houses of big shots in Youzhou City, and they are basically in charge.
Just like Yu Mao, his backer is just a small figure in Zhang Sima's house, a steward.
One-third of an acre of land in Xialin Village can be regarded as the black gloves of these big shots, and their activities are naturally in the pockets of passers-by.
Similarly, the people and horses that appear on this road, including the thieves and bandits in Huilongshan, and even the foreign races, are all the people of the big shots in Youzhou City.
This is a huge field of interests, in which every big shot has his or her own agent.
In fact, the thieves and bandits who appeared on this road, even foreigners, and the three brothers from Xialin Village all knew each other.
Yu Mao even revealed directly in front of Huang An and Zhao Yan that the person who returned to Longzhai was actually a fake soldier from the border.
There are thousands of people on Huilong Mountain. Some are pretending to be robbers, some are doing serious business, and there are also some who are killing robbers on the border.
The roster of those bandits back in Longshan is in the hands of a big shot under the commander.
These bandits were nominally receiving military pay from the imperial court.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As for whether the military salary can reach the hands of these bandits, Yu Mao did not say, and Huang An did not ask.
But I guess it was taken away by the big shots halfway through.
These are the soldiers and bandits!
Raising bandits to respect themselves, Huang An could only secretly sigh at the darkness of Youzhou.
What I have learned is so horrifying, but what about the things I have not learned?
It must be just the tip of the iceberg, which is even more disappointing.
Fortunately, he is now on the edge of darkness and can barely be considered his own person.
After joining the Xialin Village Guards, Huang An's martial arts training rhythm finally returned to normal.
He can walk there every seven days.
One trip and one round trip took exactly four days.
Every time I go back to the city, I can see a beautiful figure with a pockmarked face, waiting eagerly at the city gate.
That's Senior Sister Zhao.
During this period of time, their senior sister and brother have been going out and returning together. Some time ago, they even hung out together every day.
It is not an exaggeration to say that physical collisions are inevitable during sparring and training, and it is not an exaggeration to erase the sparks of ambiguity and develop a good impression of each other.
The senior sister and brother went out early and came back late, without showing any flaws.
Master Zhao Dun still maintains the same attitude.
However, since the last time he opened his heart, he now eats on the table.
However, when the two senior sisters asked, the master still kept silent.
Huang An felt more and more that the master must be waiting for something.
Sure enough, Huang An's guess was correct.
One day twenty-five years later, at dusk, Huang An was riding a horse, following Yu Mao, and saw the Youzhou City Gate from a distance.
The beautiful yellow figures below the city are looking forward to it in the spring breeze.
Yu Mao chuckled, winked at Huang An, and finally slapped Huang An on the shoulder, urging him to leave the team.
Huang An smiled, didn't care, said goodbye, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, raised the horse's hooves, and ran towards the city.
When he arrived in front of Zhao Yan, the old horse stopped, shook his head and greeted Zhao Yan.
"Did this trip go well?"
Zhao Yan naturally took the reins and raised his snow-white neck to ask with concern.
Huang An got off the horse and said with a smile:
"very smooth!"
"Let's go home quickly!"
The two of them greeted each other and walked towards the courtyard of the master's house.
The little money fan must have prepared the meal, Huang An walked much faster.
After more than three months of training, Xiaocai Fan's cooking skills have become very good. Especially during this period, he, the chef, and Sister Zhao are all full of praise every time they eat.
No one thought that a small money fan could have such a skill.
Back in the small courtyard, Huang An took the old horse and prepared to tie it up and then eat.
Zhao Yan, who was on the side, was familiar with the road and was going to prepare hot water for washing and a towel for wiping Huang An's face.
Both sides have become accustomed to this.
Huang An pulled the old horse and only took two or three steps.
Sudden.
"Junior brother, daddy calls you."
He is a money-lover!
She poked her head out of the kitchen, shouted at Huang An, and then retracted her head while humming.
This big-hearted girl feels that life is not bad now, very good.
After hearing what the little money fan said, the master took the initiative to call him over.
Huang An and Zhao Yan were both stunned.
Zhao Yanyue's eyebrows flashed with joy, she took the saddle, winked at Huang An, pushed his arm, and motioned for him to go and have a look so that he could talk to him when he came back.
inside the house.
Huang An saw the master, who sat up.
The chef put one hand on the table and the other with chopsticks to eat fried peanuts.
The wine jar on the table was sealed and unopened, and two empty bowls were placed next to it.
He seemed to be waiting for himself.
Huang An was surprised. He sniffed quietly and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
There is no strong smell of alcohol in the house. The master didn’t drink today?!
Suddenly, he noticed a dark yellow letter next to the master's left hand.
My heart moved slightly.
Seeing Huang An come in, Zhao Dun raised his eyelids.
"coming?"
"sit down."
He pointed to the chair next to him.
"master!"
Huang An called out and sat down.
Before Huang An could sit still, Zhao Dun moved his left hand and pushed the envelope filled with dense fonts in front of Huang An.
"Take a look, my aunt sent someone to send it!"
Master's aunt?
Princess Qi!
Huang An looked stunned, with surprise in his eyes.
Didn’t Princess Qi have a falling out with her master with her decisive look that day?
Why did the letter come again?
Another point, Huang An is also very confused, why did the master want to show him the letter sent by Princess Qi?
Who am I?
Could it be that Princess Qi mentioned herself in the letter?
How is that possible!
Huang An is still somewhat self-aware.
Similarly, the master's behavior is really weird, and he doesn't even show it to his senior sister?
Although there were many questions in his mind, Huang An still accepted the letter.
The handwriting is beautiful and it was written by a woman, presumably Princess Naqi herself.
"My nephew Ying Dun personally declares:..."
Huang An read it word by word, sentence by sentence, and the more he read, the more erratic his eyes became.
I couldn't hide the shock and surprise in my heart.