The northwest morning in June was a bit cool, the sky in the east was slightly bright, and the south gate of Longgu City was already bustling with many people.
There were many people who received awards after this war, especially some Baishen who were recommended to become officials, which required them to go to Beijing and submit a petition for review.
There were all civil and military officials, ranging from young to old. For these people, they were no less than names on the gold medal list. In addition to the officials who came to see them off, their relatives, seven aunts and eight aunts all came, causing a scene throughout Nancheng.
The door is like a market.
Liu Lang was also in the procession of being sent off, but he was not going to submit a petition. He already had an official status and was promoted two ranks after this trip. By submitting documents and other matters, the government office sent him to Beijing.
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"It's been more than two years since you came out. Are you homesick?"
The uncles and brothers of the Zhou family surrounded Liu Lang and said one after another with smiles.
"I think about it, but it's just about thinking about it," said Saturday Lang.
"Okay, he is a good man from my Zhou family." Several pairs of big hands rubbed Liu Lang's head and shoulders.
"You old guys, don't beat other young people away. You are jealous of their good muscles. There is no need to do this."
Someone said from behind.
Everyone looked back and laughed.
"Master Zhou."
Inspector Zhou, who was wearing a purple robe, nodded with a smile.
"This is your little six, right?" he said, his eyes sweeping over the tall, strong and handsome young man in front of him, "How old is he this year?"
"Eighteen." Zhou Lang raised his head and said loudly.
"He's as strong as a calf." Supervisor Zhou laughed, reaching out and patting Liu Lang on the shoulder.
"Sir, you are talking about us, so be careful when photographing us." An elder of the Zhou family said with a smile.
Supervisor Zhou laughed and talked to them.
Zhao Cheng, who was standing beside Supervisor Zhou, came forward at this time.
"I'm really sorry about that incident." He suddenly whispered.
Zhou Lang hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"Sir, this is a shame for me." He said, "Sir, I will never forget your kindness."
"I also mentioned it to Mr. Zhou, but... you know..." Zhao Cheng continued, looking to the other side.
Saturday Lang also followed suit.
On the other side, surrounded by many people, Jiang Wenyuan was smiling.
"Go back to Beijing, or just stay away for a while." Zhao Cheng said, reaching out and patting Liu Lang, "You're still young, don't be in a hurry."
After a simple farewell, the generals turned around and went back.
"Deputy General Jiang, Deputy General Manager Jiang."
A loud voice sounded in the crowd.
This sound made everyone present bow their heads slightly.
Jiang Wenyuan's face turned even more purple, but he had to force out a smile.
On Northwest Road, everyone calls him "General Manager". Only a few people would add a special adjective to him, and Supervisor Zhou is one of them.
"Master Zhou." He raised his hand and smiled.
"Deputy General Jiang, come on." Supervisor Zhou reached out and pulled him over and said with a smile.
He spoke to the deputy general manager, as if he was afraid that he and others would forget about it. Jiang Wenyuan looked hateful in his heart, but he had to smile on face.
The two men entered the city surrounded by generals.
These generals left, and others began to go on their way. As they waved their hands and wiped away their tears, the city gate quickly became quiet.
Liu Lang still stood where he was, occasionally glancing inside the city gate.
"Rokuro, are you still waiting for someone?" someone asked.
Zhou Lang shook his head and looked away.
"No, brother, then I'm leaving." He said, getting on his horse.
The servants and attendants also mounted their horses, and there were empty horses carrying some special gifts.
Zhou Lang glanced at the city gate again, urged his horse and galloped away.
The early morning light is getting brighter, and it is getting closer to noon. The farewells in the early morning have already dispersed, and the hustle and bustle at the city gate is as usual.
Two carriages creaked out of the city gate. They were inconspicuous in front of the city gate going in and out. They only had four or five followers and one person riding a horse to see them off.
"Brother, let me go too." Xu Sigen said with a bit of reluctance.
"No, you can't leave people here." Fan Jianglin said while sitting in the car, "You can't leave people at home, and you can't leave people when the time comes."
Xu Sigen obviously understood.
"Brother, be careful on the road." He warned, and then went to check on his entourage, and then on the salute carriages and horses he had brought with him.
"Uncle Fourth, don't worry." Fan Jianglin's wife said while holding her child.
"Don't worry, Guan Gou, we will deliver the uncle to the capital properly." Several soldiers accompanying him also said loudly.
These were the soldiers Xu Sogen summoned from his own army. He selected loyal soldiers and gave them plenty of money.
"Okay, I'll help you." Xu Sigen nodded and said.
"Okay, don't send me off, we're on our way." Fan Jianglin said.
Xu Sigen finally sent him ten miles out of the city, and then came back after watching the carriages and horses turn into black spots and no longer visible.
"Then what did Fan Jianglin do?" Fang Shijin, no, it is already Fang Zhizhai. He does not need to go to the capital, but directly takes up his post in his new village.
But before leaving, he paid attention to his old friends, including Fan Jianglin.
But I heard that the whole family had left Longgu City.
"It's said to be supporting the spirit to return home," said a personal attendant.
"Fuling to return to his hometown?" Fang Zhizhai laughed and shook his head, "It's funny, it's been two months before I even thought of supporting Ling to return to his hometown."
But it had nothing to do with him. It was better to leave, and it was better to leave and never come back. This matter was over with the changes in Fang Zhizhai's resume.
It was a baby-faced June day, and suddenly heavy raindrops fell on the originally sunny sky, causing the lively streets to suddenly turn into a vast ocean.
Shopkeeper Wu reached out and closed the window, listening to the sound of rain hitting the window.
"Oh, madam, they didn't get caught in the rain, did they?" He said worriedly.
Banqin sat down and made calculations quickly, flipping through the account book and smiling without raising his head.
"Uncle Wu, don't worry. My wife is very good at planning and has a good relationship with God. I will tell her in advance if it rains," she said with a smile.
Shopkeeper Wu also smiled, looking at the energetic maid and shaking her head.
At first, I heard from Qin Shisanlang that I still had some doubts, but soon I received a letter from Jiangzhou Prefecture. Sure enough, my wife was going to Beijing. This girl was so happy that she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. She kept spinning like a top every day.
Stop, it seems that this is the only way to dissipate the excitement.
"My wife is so powerful, so I wonder if God has told her the time of this year's solar eclipse?" he said with a smile.
Both of them laughed when they talked about this.
It turned out that some time ago, they were going to Puxiu Temple to worship Buddha and do some rituals so as to keep my wife safe on their journey. Unexpectedly, Puxiu Temple had been scheduled for rituals in advance and the reception was stopped. After asking, they found out that it was a group of officials from the Tiantai of the Taishi Bureau who were offering incense.
Seek Buddha.
If I had known that the officials of the Taishi Bureau were lazy and useless, it would not be unusual for them to make mistakes in the calendar, but this was the first time that there was an incident of asking Buddha to predict the sky. Although those officials refused to admit it afterwards, it did not prevent the spread of the incident.
Come on.
Naturally, the imperial censor took the opportunity to launch a crusade against the mediocre people, but this crusade soon deviated from its original intention. In the end, there were endless quarrels and mutual attacks, and finally the matter was brought to nothing.
But the people don't care about the affairs of the court, they only care about having fun.
Banqin and Shopkeeper Wu laughed and figured out where Cheng Jiaoniang and others had gone. The pouring rain outside did not affect the joy inside at all.
At this time, a hundred miles away, the sky was clear.
"Madam, we can't get through." Two attendants rode up and said in front of the car.
"Why can't you get through? Can't you leave the city?" Banqin asked, lifting the car curtain, flashing his fan and sweating on his face.
"The city gate is blocked and no one is allowed to pass," the attendant said.
"Why aren't you allowed to pass through the city gate? Our roads are well-equipped." Banqin asked in confusion.
"It's said to be a ritual and no passage is allowed," the attendant said.
Banqin laughed.
"What kind of trouble can seal the city gate?" she said, "how dare the government?"
This incident was obviously beyond the attendant's expectation, and he shook his head.
"We couldn't get closer and were stopped outside, saying we couldn't leave until the afternoon tomorrow," he said.
"That's ridiculous. We have to rush to Pingliangdu Inn tonight. If we leave tomorrow, the journey will be delayed." Banqin said anxiously, looking back at Cheng Jiaoniang.
