The middle-aged man Shi Shiran walked up to Li Jiang and Li Wenxiu, slightly arched his hands and said, "I heard from my disciples that these two distinguished guests brought news about my cousin?"
Hey, this guy can speak Mandarin.
Li Jiang did not let Li Wenxiu speak. He took a step forward and replied, "Are you from Ma Jiajun?"
"I'm his cousin. I live in the eldest house and he lives in the fifth house." The middle-aged man looked arrogant.
"Then does he have any immediate relatives?" Li Jiang asked again without paying attention to his attitude.
"No, his father passed away long ago, and his mother passed away a few years after he disappeared." The middle-aged man shook his head and answered.
Li Wenxiu said "Ah" and covered her mouth.
Li Jiang glanced at her, shook his head gently, and asked the middle-aged man: "Doesn't he have any brothers or sisters?"
The middle-aged man was a little annoyed, frowned and said, "Am I not his brother? Why don't I have any brothers?"
He continued impatiently: "Please tell me what news Jiajun asked you to bring."
"Oh, can you make the decision?" Li Jiang squinted at him.
The middle-aged man didn't speak, he just said "hum" and looked up at the sky.
"This is our young patriarch, of course he can make the decision." The concierge immediately interrupted and introduced.
Oh, this black guy is quite good, he is also a young patriarch.
Seeing that his attitude was not good, Li Jiang thought that he also had some cards, so he raised his head to Li Wenxiu, indicating that she would have to say.
Li Wenxiu glanced at Li Jiang angrily and had no choice but to step forward and tell the story.
In a soft tone, she talked about why Ma Jiajun went to the desert, how he never came back until he died in order not to cause trouble to his family, and how he missed his hometown so much.
The middle-aged man listened expressionlessly, and it was not until Li Wenxiu finished speaking that he raised his hands and said, "Thank you both for bringing the news about your clan brother. Please wait a moment, we will have Cheng Yi send it to you."
After saying that, he nodded to Li Jiang and Li Wenxiu respectively, turned around, stepped through the door, and went back.
"Hey, is this the end?" Li Jiang shouted towards his background.
The black man's footsteps didn't pause at all, and he turned a corner and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
How dare you be so outrageous! Li Jiang clenched his fists and wanted to rush in to ask for an explanation.
He had just taken two steps when a hand grabbed him.
Li Jiang turned around and said angrily: "Axiu, don't stop me. I want to go in and ask them, are they so indifferent to their own people?"
Li Wenxiu felt uncomfortable, but she still persuaded him: "Brother Li, this is Uncle Ma's hometown, you can't do anything."
"I don't want to hurt them, I just want to teach them a lesson." Li Jiang said.
"Brother Li, let's go." Li Wenxiu's voice became increasingly miserable.
"Okay, let's go. Let's go now." Li Jiang saw that Li Wenxiu was about to burst into tears and quickly agreed.
Li Wenxiu looked calm, but in fact her body was trembling slightly. Li Jiang and her slowly walked out.
When they came to the horse-tying place, Li Jiang helped Li Wenxiu get on the horse. At this moment, the porter came up with a plate and shouted as he ran: "You two distinguished guests, you still have money, you forgot that you still have money.
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Li Wenxiu didn't want to accept this small favor, so he left immediately.
Li Jiang stood there quietly, waiting for Menzi to run up to him. He looked at the silver in the tray and saw that there were five small ingots. The standard size should be 10 taels per ingot.
Ha, 50 taels, what a big card. Li Jiang stretched out his hand and took five ingots of silver.
The concierge was about to say a few words, but his face showed horror and his mouth opened wide.
I saw Li Jiang put five ingots of silver in his palms, rubbed his hands together, and made a heart-wrenching sound of "creak, creak, creak". After a few seconds, the sound stopped, and Li Jiang also opened his hands.
What appeared in his palm was a shiny silver ball, very round and very smooth.
Li Jiang threw the ball casually, and it hit the tray with a "dong" sound. Menzi shook his hands several times to prevent it from rolling down.
At this time, Li Jiang snorted coldly and said: "Let me tell that black-faced master of yours that we are just here to bring a message. We will not accept the reward for nothing, so I will not be grateful for the money."
After saying that, he turned around, jumped up, flipped 360 degrees in the air, then crossed his legs and rode on the back of the white horse behind him, patted the horse's head, and walked away so gracefully, and there was still a haha in the distance.
The sound of laughter.
Menzi looked at the round silver ball and was speechless, wondering what kind of enemy this young patriarch had brought to the Ma family.
After he stood blankly for a while, he shook his head and threw away the idea. As a disciple, he couldn't control so much, since the head of the family would handle it anyway.
Menzi took the things made by the strong man and returned to the village to resume his duties.
After Li Jiang showed off his martial arts, he caught up with Li Wenxiu.
When I ran to her side and took a look, I found that her face was full of tears and she was crying.
Li Jiang understood his feelings. Lao Ma had taken care of her for more than ten years, and she regarded Lao Ma as a relative. But after traveling thousands of miles to bring Lao Ma's news and last words, his family was indifferent, as if they were an unrelated person.
She was feeling sad for Lao Ma, but she was also feeling sorry for Lao Ma.
In order not to drag down the family, Lao Ma has been trapped in the desert for more than 20 years. He is loyal to the family. However, the family ignores him and doesn't even want to know where he is buried. Is such an indifferent family worth spending his life on?
Protect?
Li Jiang let out a long sigh when he thought of this, and he also gave Lao Ma a few seconds of silence in his heart.
He and Lao Ma didn't have any feelings for each other, so they met each other. His heart was not as heavy as Li Wenxiu's, so he began to comfort Li Wenxiu.
But his consolation effect was not very good. Li Wenxiu just cried and was sad all the way to Changzhou City.
At this time, Li Jiang was thinking about whether to go to the city. Li Wenxiu looked like this. If someone saw him, they would think that he had done something bad.
Seeing that he was about to enter the city gate, Li Wenxiu suddenly reined in his horse. Li Jiang was caught off guard and overran him. He pulled the horse back and asked softly: "Axiu, what's wrong?"
Li Wenxiu raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at Li Jiang, and asked sadly: "Brother Li, do you think if I find my mother's home, will they do the same to me?"
"No, this is different from what happened just now. After all, Lao Ma is dead, aren't you still here?" Li Jiang comforted.
After hearing this, Li Wenxiu shook her head and said, "But I am also an outsider. I have never been to my mother's house since I was born."
Yes, in ancient times, a married daughter was like water thrown out, and the children she gave birth to were of a foreign surname. Families who married their daughters would not pay too much attention to it.
Li Jiang had no good solution, nor could he change the deep-rooted feudal ideas of ancient times.
He could only pretend to be angry and said: "If they dare not recognize you, I will deal with them until they recognize you."
"No!" Li Wenxiu objected quickly.
"Why not? It's their blessing that such a beautiful lady recognizes you. If they don't recognize you, they are blind. Can't I help them treat their illness?" Li Jiang teased.
"Giggle" Li Wenxiu knew clearly that Li Jiang was teasing her, but she still couldn't help laughing when she heard him praising her beauty.