This man with the iron sword was a knight-errant, and the people in the tea shed had already noticed it, so some of them put down their rolled-up sleeves.
These rangers take it upon themselves to cause trouble, and they have strange thoughts in their minds, and they cannot explain the truth or worldly affairs to them.
It was really strange that he would take the initiative to recognize his master. The people were immediately curious. They did not ask about Wu Ya'er for the time being, but asked his wife Mrs. Wu first.
"What kind of person is he?"
"Why did she give you the treasure?"
"Doesn't she have an escort?"
Countless questions rang out in the tea shed.
This kind of thing does not happen in one place. In an unknown roadside tea shed, in a bustling restaurant in a big town, or under a bridge sheltering from the wind and snow in a small town, there are knights who spend a lot of money to treat everyone in the restaurant to drink, and there are knights competing with others.
Sword fighting and boxing show off one's own skills, and a knight-errant who has spent all his money misses the porridge vat in Dou County that works day and night, like a wine vat that can water the whole body with spring water.
In the freezing cold wind of February, the road where the emperor's disaster had just spread was not deserted, but more people were walking on it.
There were refugees with families, and there were rangers wearing straw sandals and carrying iron swords. Their expressions were either doubtful or yearning, and they were leaving in one direction from all directions.
Dou County has returned to its previous bustle, and there are almost no traces of the war. Wooden frames have been erected outside the large wall to check the people coming in and out. There are no more galloping soldiers and horses on the flat ground inside the wall. Instead, there are
It was a long shed set up by merchants, with many children running around and making noise, mixed with the sounds of family members gathering nearby calling for food.
There was a lot of excitement in the direction where the city gate was.
"Mrs. Wu is coming out."
Mrs. Wu's carriage was walking among the crowd. Although there were many people, it did not block the way forward. People or businessmen on both sides greeted each other enthusiastically, until someone jumped out and stopped the carriage.
"Young lady, I have a treasure to offer you."
This is a short and thin old man with a gray beard, the weather of the journey has not faded from his face, and he is wearing rags. He does not look like a businessman.
Fang Er, who was sitting in front of the car and holding a black umbrella, looked at him.
The old man did not rush over again. He reached out and took out a box from his rags, opened it, and a handful of silk flowers appeared in the sight of the curious people around him.
It was not a treasure of gold or silver, but a silk flower with poor material and ugly appearance. Everyone booed.
"I took it by mistake, I took it by mistake." The old man shouted, he closed the box in a panic, and then opened it again.
The people around screamed, not seeing a treasure, but a fat bird flying up from the box. The bird flew away, the box was empty, and the silk flowers just now were no longer visible.
The old man snapped the box shut again: "I took it by mistake again."
The people around finally understood that he was not going to present any rare treasures, but to show off his craftsmanship. Li Minglou in the car also watched with interest. Under everyone's gaze, the old man took out the box one after another.
He took out a rabbit, a hat, and even a bowl...
He just stood there, in full view of everyone, and the only movement of his hands was to open and close the box. The box in his hand was like a cornucopia of treasures. Of course, the treasures gathered were very shabby. No one cared whether the treasures were broken or tattered.
The onlookers were amazed from time to time.
The old man took out a bowl from the box and leaned over to salute.
This action confirmed the people's guess that he was a juggler begging for food.
A woman laughed softly in the car, and then Fang Er, who was driving the car, called a follower: "Take him there and give him jewelry as a token of respect."
The people were in an uproar, envious and dissatisfied. The old man didn't care about the noise around him and excitedly leaned over to salute.
Li Minglou's carriage continued to move forward, and the things here dispersed with the commotion. Everyone knew that Mrs. Wu would recruit jugglers as bodyguards, but they did not expect that she would also accept jugglers.
The ranger can be a guard if he has the skills, but what can the juggler do? Can daily jokes relieve boredom? Is this also useful? No matter what everyone thinks, the fact is that Mrs. Wu did take away the juggler, and there will be more
People are willing to think that as long as they have extraordinary abilities, whether it is kung fu or anything else, they can find a future with Mrs. Wu.
"There have been a lot more people coming here recently." Yuanji looked through the records, "And they're not begging for food, they're coming straight to the eldest lady."
Zhongwu interjected from the side: "I asked, it was the people like You Xia'er who recruited her. People like Xiang Qiubeard really went everywhere to promote the reputation of the eldest lady."
Those rangers went to do this, but Xiang Qiubeard did not. Li Minglou didn’t mind everyone’s misunderstanding. He didn’t know if Xiang Qiubeard had done anything, so he just walked away without asking anything. Maybe it would be more appropriate to inquire on his own.
Assassinate.
"How is Jiannan Road? Is there any new news?" Li Minglou asked pretending to be casual.
"There's no new news, it's all good." Yuanji said.
Li Minglou said oh.
"The eldest son asked if he wanted to go back to Jiannan Road." Yuan Ji asked.
Li Mingyu came to Beijing on orders before, but now the emperor must not be in the mood to meet him, not to mention that the situation in Beijing is still very tense.
Li Minglou shook his head: "No need to go back, just wait there."
Waiting... In the past, Yuanji didn't quite understand what the lady was waiting for, but now he knows. Waiting for Ankang Mountain to rebel, waiting for troubled times to come.
What happened in the capital was like a chaotic time, but Wu Ya'er suddenly emerged and stabilized the capital. Will Ankang Mountain still rebel?
Thinking of Wu Ya'er, Yuan Ji said: "Our people have arrived in the capital, and there is no new news coming back yet."
Wu Ya'er was already in the capital. As his wife, he had to send someone to meet her. Yuanji carefully selected a team of people to go to the capital as Mrs. Wu's entourage.
This is a very risky thing.
"Let them pay attention to their safety." Li Minglou said, "Wu Ya'er is a vicious person."
The impression I heard in that life was that Wu Ya'er was a moody and ruthless person who could turn against the emperor at any time.
"If there is danger, declare our true identity."
There are great benefits to pretending to be Wu Ya'er's wife, but you can't put yourself in danger for this benefit, especially if you can't let Jiannan Road and Zhenwu Army become enemies.
Yuanji and Zhongwu responded, and the voice of the registrar came from outside: "Young Madam, Young Madam."
Jin Jue lifted the door curtain and welcomed the Lord Registrar in.
"The government has just issued a few documents, allowing us to take the refugees into the population of Dou County, and also gave us farming tools, cattle and sheep, and a number of rewards." The master bookkeeper smiled happily and grabbed a few documents, "Young lady, take a look.
, ah, there have been a lot of people recently, and we can no longer live in the outer city. We have to prepare to expand the city, and spring plowing is coming soon, so we need to discuss how to divide the wasteland."
"Then we really need to plan carefully." Li Minglou said with a smile, "If there is land to cultivate, the refugees will really become Dou County residents."
Yuan Ji and Zhong Wu retreated, not disturbing the old man and young man behind them to discuss people's livelihood.
February is cold in spring, but the word spring is there after all. In the garden of the Xiang family in Taiyuan Prefecture, the women coming and going are much more colorful. Xiang Nan stopped at the door and was a little surprised that so many female guests came to the house.
Unexpectedly, after thinking about it, I turned around and left. Before I had gone far, I heard a female voice calling me sweetly from behind.
He turned his head and saw Li Mingqi running towards him in a pink jacket and pleated skirt.