When she was on the street, Li Minglou was startled. She never expected that when she looked over, she saw Jiang Liang and Liu Fan.
Although they are a few years younger than when they met in that life, Jiang Liang is not that fat, and Liu Fan does not look very strong, but there is no difference in appearance, and even looks a little more weathered...
When she met them, they were already members of the Xiang family.
The retainers, like the rangers, have become desolate as Daxia has been stable for hundreds of years, with no place to live anymore.
It was only after the war started that disciples reappeared and became popular. Firstly, many military generals needed staff to take power. Secondly, many literati were disrupted by the troubled times. Their stable lives were broken. The way they had learned to be a mere commodity and the emperor's family was no longer available, and they had to find new ones.
The way to survive depends on.
Troubled times are also opportunities for many people. In troubled times, heroes emerge. Whether they are literati or military generals, they all have ambition hidden in their hearts.
Four or five years later in the troubled times, the powerful generals had at least a dozen or even hundreds of disciples gathered under their sects, and many wealthy families also maintained more than a dozen disciples to analyze the general trend of the world.
Ups and downs so that the family can seize the opportunity.
There were dozens of diners around Li Mingyu. Li Minglou laughed to himself, Xiang Yun had brought those diners to him.
It's really strange, how could such a simple and naked embezzlement not be seen at all at the time? How come we really treat each other as a family, regardless of you and me? I really agree with that sentence, just because I am in this mountain.
A soft sound interrupted Li Minglou's trance. She looked into the hall and saw Jiang Liang leaning on the table, pretending to accidentally hit the tea cup with his elbow, but when he was about to fall, Liu Fan reached out and caught him with his long hand.
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"What are you doing?" Liu Fan lowered his voice angrily, "Stop acting like a shrew, throwing cups, banging tables, and scuffling. I won't embarrass you with you. If we didn't fight, we didn't fight. We just want to make Mrs. Wu understand.
this."
Jiang Liang leaned on the table and pointed at Liu Fan: "You young man is really confused. You said that we fought from the outside to the inside, and then Mrs. Wu punished, mediated, and reconciled to everyone's liking. Or should you let this matter be a misunderstanding? Wu
If the young lady did something wrong, how about she apologize to us and then send us out respectfully?"
Liu Fan immediately understood what he meant and said with a straight face, "Mrs. Wu is an immortal who knows her mistakes and can correct them."
Jiang Liang shook his head: "Gods also have some fireworks, not to mention the preferences of the general public. People are not willing to see gods make mistakes."
"I can't bear to see you like this. Are you still not a scholar?" Liu Fanda said, frowning again, "Even a clay figure can be angry, right?"
"The gods are just clay figures." Jiang Liang murmured, coughing slightly and standing up straight, "I know that a young man like you who studies has very hard bones, but don't drag me down. My old bones are the most afraid of things, and I won't fight for leisure."
Liu Fan looked at the old man who was a head shorter than him: "Are you afraid of getting into trouble? You don't want to take advantage of me? Then you overturned my table? Are you trying to steal business from me?"
Jiang Liang chuckled, picked up the tea cup and blew on the hot tea: "Of course it's because I'm not afraid of you."
He clicked his tongue and took a sip of tea.
The tea is very good, and the big tea cup feels inexplicably irony when held in it.
"Young master..." Liu Fan said angrily.
Just as he opened his mouth to hear a laugh from outside, someone appeared silently at the door. Jiang Liang put down the teacup, and Liu Fan stood up straighter. Both of them looked at the woman standing at the door. She was wearing white clothes.
There are light yellow embroideries on the skirt and clothes, which looks like a fairy spirit lingering and spring flowers in bloom.
She looked at them with a smile on her lips, but the next moment her smile disappeared and the spring flowers disappeared.
"Mrs. Wu." Jiang Liang bowed deeply, and Liu Fan bowed lightly.
Li Minglou walked over to them and sat in the middle. Behind her were two six or seven-year-old girls. They were ignorant and timid, trying hard to do something, but unfamiliar and didn't know what to do. Finally, they carefully pulled Li Minglou.
After Minglou sat down, her skirt corners were straightened up.
"Let's go play with our brothers." Li Minglou said after they finished this.
The two girls responded because they were so nervous that there were strangers staring at them in the room, so they couldn't even walk, so they simply ran out.
Jiang Liang and Liu Fan were wandering the streets and knew these boy attendants. Mrs. Wu recently sent everyone around her to the military camp to replenish her troops. She needed to find new attendants, but not adults. She said that people are needed now to do things, and grown-up men and women should
He wanted to do more useful things, so he only wanted children around ten years old, so he selected about ten orphans and brought them into the back house of the government.
But what can children at such a young age do? Moreover, they are all children from poor families. They have no education and no rules. Not to mention serving others, they can't even take care of themselves.
Are you working as a waiter? Are you raising them as children? Jiang Liang and Liu Fan looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes.
Divine Mercy?
Do you want to show us?
The two of them met out of the corner of their eyes and separated.
"Young madam, I'm disturbed." Liu Fan spoke quickly and looked at the woman sitting upright, "This is a misunderstanding."
Jiang Liang stepped forward to speak but then seemed to remember that he still had the tea cup in his hand and went back to put it away. During this delay, Li Minglou spoke first.
"I just heard what you said." She said.
Jiang Liang put down the tea cup and turned around and said: "Young madam, since you heard this, then whatever you think about this matter should be done. If we are wrong, you will punish us. If you are wrong, we will thank you."
Liu Fan didn't speak, his expression was a little complicated. He was passionate, but he was not a fool. The two of them talked like that before, just for outsiders to listen to.
How can there be no ears in other people's homes?
Li Minglou looked at Jiang Liang and smiled again. Jiang Liang really expressed his falsehoods clearly and openly. She could even imagine how the two of them were arranged to serve as her aides in that life.
"Mr. Xiang, do you want us to tell her stories or be her aides? We will do whatever you want us to do."
"I want you to tell her stories and serve as her adviser."
So they created a staff that only talked about what happened after it happened.
"Where are you from? How did you get here?" Li Minglou asked.
Wasn't she going to get straight to the point? Jiang Liang and Liu Fan looked at each other and told each other about their origins without hiding anything. Liu Fan was studying in the capital, and Jiang Liang was a private school teacher in the capital. They didn't know each other.
They escaped from the capital during the Official Rebellion. One hometown was in Yizhou and the other in Hengzhou. They were both places where Fan Yang's soldiers had passed. When the troops were raised in Ankang Mountain, they were unable to go home. They fled aimlessly all the way. They were originally going to
I went to Taiyuan Prefecture in the west to escape the war and seek a way to survive. I heard that there was a Zhenmu Army in Guangzhou Prefecture to protect the people and that they could find a way to survive. It was closer here, so I came here.
He couldn't do any physical work, and he felt that eating porridge every day was humiliating and shameful, so he set up a place on the street to write letters and earn money to make ends meet, which was considered self-reliance.
"There are many people separated in these troubled times, but it stands to reason that no one writes letters, and there is no way to deliver them." Jiang Liang smiled, "Thanks to Mrs. Wu's opening of business routes, merchants are doing big business and doing small business."
Business is also done, and it becomes easier to send messages and inquire about news about relatives."
This old man was very slippery and flattering. Liu Fan didn't want to look at him and took over the words: "So the business is not bad. Of course, good business cannot be thought of by just one person. We are all enemies in the world. It is inevitable that we will have disputes and disputes, which disturbed the young lady.
We were rude."
It's just rude, but it's not their fault.
Li Minglou didn't care whether they were flattering or neither humble nor overbearing, nor why they were fighting. She actually just asked about their origins.
It seems that due to his own changes in this life, the two people who were originally living in Taiyuan Prefecture came to Guangzhou Prefecture. In the previous life, they also set up a stall and wrote letters in Taiyuan Prefecture. This detail can no longer be known.
"I understand." She nodded and looked at the two of them, "I don't need to think about how to do this. Why don't you think about what you can do."
What do you mean? Liu Fan and Jiang Liang looked at each other. This Mrs. Wu has been talking strangely since she appeared, and she can't always keep up...
"Here comes someone." Li Minglou said without saying any more to them.
Two boys aged eight or nine ran in from outside.
"Take these two gentlemen to their residence." Li Minglou said.
Liu Fan wanted to say something else, but Jiang Liang winked at him, and the two of them followed the boys away elegantly and calmly.
On the way, Liu Fan tried to find out something from the two boys, but his efforts were in vain because the two boys knew nothing.
"We will deliver the food."
"Tell us anything you want."
They can only say this and then run away.
"It's actually very smart to use a kid like this who doesn't understand anything as a messenger." Jiang Liang stood beside the bed, touching the soft quilt, "If you don't understand anything, you won't be tricked."
Liu Fan didn't have the time to think about this. He sat down and looked at the bookshelf. There were bookshelves in this room. The bookshelves were full of books. The desk was even more complete with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
"What does she want?" he asked. "What does she want us to think?"
Jiang Liang sat on the bed and felt the soft warmth that he had not experienced for a long time, and his eyes were full of joy: "Let's not talk about it for now, have you found that Mrs. Wu is a little strange?"
"Of course she is strange. A nameless person suddenly appears with a large amount of divine mercy. Everything is strange." Liu Fan said.
Jiang Liang waved his hand: "That has nothing to do with us. I mean she treats us. Have you noticed that she treats us..."
He was thinking about his words, as if he didn't know how to say them, and he didn't seem to believe what he was about to say.
"Very familiar."
Liu Fan frowned: "What's familiar?"
"It's just that she didn't have the slightest curiosity in front of us, she was unfamiliar, reserved, and her calmness was not that calm..." Jiang Liang's face was wrinkled and he was thinking, "Anyway, she is sitting here, as if she has been following us all the time.
Sitting together, the conversation doesn’t just start, it keeps going.”
What the old man said was as dry as the letter he wrote. Liu Fan snorted, but after thinking about it, this feeling was actually a bit...
Some people have clever ways to make people feel familiar, but strangers are strangers, and meeting them for the first time is definitely different from meeting an acquaintance.
"She has been staring at us for a long time?" Liu Fan could only think so.
"I think so." Jiang Liang nodded and stretched out his hand to twist his beard, "But why is she staring at us? Is it because I have the appearance of an immortal?"