At the main entrance of Song Zhiwen's residence, Wei Changpan and Zhang Ziwen walked out side by side. The soldiers on duty recognized Zhang Ziwen as his personal adviser, so they could come and go freely. Liu Ziyi had been waiting outside the residence for a long time.
"You have refuted the general's good intentions with your words today. If it had been anyone else, you would have burnt incense without mentioning rewards or bearing grudges." Zhang Ziwen poked Wei Changpan in the waist and said in a feint of anger, "It's a good thing you met our general.
! Otherwise, the elm sticks you carry on your shoulders won’t be enough to cut down several times!”
Wei Changpan knew that he had rejected General Song's kindness this time. He may not have the chance to climb up like this in this life, but his life was the most important thing anyway. He could not risk being approached by people from Gelutai and Songfeng Mountain.
In response to the coming danger, this is enough to bring glory to the old Wei family in Qingshan Town.
"How could I not know the general's kindness? I also want to return to Jiangzhou gloriously..." His voice gradually became too low to be heard, "But I don't know when I can go back..."
After learning some information from his father, Zhang Bashun, that others did not know, Zhang Ziwen probably also had some knowledge about Wei Changpan's life experience. This young martial artist whose hometown was in Jiangzhou was probably killed in Jiangzhou's sect, and was hunted down by his enemies.
He escaped and met the escort team, and then traveled all the way to Jinzhou. However, before he met the escort team in Suzhou, Zhang Bashun, the escort leader, was unaware of the difficulties and dangers he faced along the way.
What kind of grudges made Wei Changpan wary of being rewarded by the imperial court and becoming famous all over the world? How big is the power of his enemies? Zhang Ziwen has countless guesses in his mind, but they are only guesses. Sometimes it is not a good habit to inquire deeply.
, this is the general’s teaching, there is no reason why Zhang Ziwen cannot follow it.
"Rewards are certainly great, but the only ones who can receive them are me and Brother Liu." Wei Changpan walked slowly for a few steps on the street. "The barbarian lord of the Salha tribe is actually as good as any ordinary barbarian."
There is not much difference between soldiers and soldiers. Burning the siege equipment in the Nameless Valley is something that everyone can do together..."
"Those who deserve to be rewarded are those who were shot to death by arrows while charging forward to save the besieged people, and those who shot arrows for us at the mouth of the unknown valley to lure away half of the centurions. They are all real heroes.
..”
"These heroic people are dead, so the living people can receive the credit they made with their lives. This makes no sense anyway."
"The ownership of this reward is left to the general to decide, but my share of money may as well be distributed to the families and relatives of those people."
Liu Ziyi, who was nearby, also hurriedly echoed: "I will also give my share to Brother Zhang to distribute to the brothers who died in the battle."
Then he said again, "But I would also like to ask Brother Zhang to get a better-looking certificate. It would be best if someone from the army comes to announce the good news at my home. Our old man is afraid that I will not be able to live up to my reputation.
If we go back and tell him what achievements his son has made in the north, he will inevitably have to go to the Yamen to unblock the joints..."
"We used to hang around there in a muddle-headed way, and got into trouble a lot by learning martial arts." Liu Ziyi patted his chest and said with a smile, "But now that we have gone to the grassland, it can be regarded as giving his old man some face."
"Of course it's easy to say." Zhang Ziwen and Wei Changpan looked at each other and smiled.
It is most difficult for a prodigal son to turn back.
"
But to be honest, Changpan, who owns this reward, if you don’t take it, it will be a headache for the general."
"It's up to you, but the general said he would help you once and he would never break his promise."
"Remember to talk to my dad after the Boomerang Bureau. The general has a lot of things around him recently, so this year's reunion dinner may be a makeshift meal here at the general's residence."
After Zhang Ziwen turned around and was about to enter the mansion, strange words suddenly came from the street:
"After all, our Song general from Jinzhou is less polite and virtuous than a corporal, but it's no wonder that he is in the company of some vulgar warriors all day long, and it is inevitable that he will not be contaminated."
There were three or five scholars on the street, and the scholar in Diaoqiu, who had changed his clothes and was obviously not as expensive as before, turned back, and it was still this scholar who had spoken out before.
"If it's not convenient for Brother Zhang to take action, you might as well let me do it for you again." Liu Ziyi moved his neck, shoulders, waist and legs eagerly, and then gave those scholars a provocative look.
Although the latter was extremely indignant, remembering the previous scene of this vulgar warrior fighting in the street, he hesitated to step forward. He could only think to himself, how can we, the scholars, reason with the rough man in front of us who can't even read a basket of words?
?If you talk about using your fists, it is even more insulting and goes against the principles written by sages.
As the saying goes, when a scholar and a martial artist meet, when the scholar talks about reason, the martial artist uses his fist, and when the scholar talks about fist, the martial artist talks about reason. How can it be passed?
"The general is not polite to the virtuous, and the corporal, as a personal adviser, knows a thing or two." Zhang Ziwen walked up to the Diaoqiu scholar and said softly, "Everyone who stood on this street until yesterday had their comments and strategies sent to him.
In the general's room, the general was reading the princes' policies that night, and the lights in the room were not extinguished until the third watch."
The scholars originally expected that these strategies and discussions had probably been picked up by those collecting scraps of paper in Bingyuan City. When they learned that General Jinzhou actually read the strategies and strategies he submitted in the middle of the night, they had mixed feelings for a while.
But then Zhang Ziwen's words were like a slap in the face to these scholars: "Sure enough, only people who have never been on the battlefield can write such stupid words. The general will stain the general's eyes by reading the nonsense you wrote! You guys!
These scholars who are full of clichés should be thrown into the battlefield and fight with the barbarians with real swords!"
"Trash." He spat on the ground, and the scholars looked at Zhang Ziwen's back with dumbfounded eyes as he turned around and walked into the Jinzhou General's mansion.
"I never thought that Brother Zhang is actually a sweetheart. It wouldn't be a bad idea to invite him to have a drink someday." Liu Ziyi was also shocked by his remarks, and after a moment he came to his senses and praised him sincerely.
Seeing the unkind eyes of those scholars, Liu Ziyi made a show of rolling up his sleeves and coming towards him in a menacing manner. The former also walked away in embarrassment for a few steps before gathering back together and whispering, looking at the general's residence and Wei Changpan from time to time.
The resentful look in his eyes was probably some words complaining about General Song's lack of discernment.
"What are Brother Wei's plans for the future?"
The two of them were walking on the streets of Bingyuan City, and unknowingly it was the new year again. However, for the people of Jinzhou, the upcoming winter in the sixth year of Emperor Yao's reign was obviously not the same as before in the shadow of the barbarians moving south.
It was so peaceful and wishful, and most of the shops that still had stock in Binyuan City had doubled their prices, but they still couldn't stop the people in Binyuan City from rushing to buy new year's goods. There was still more than ten days left before the New Year's Eve.
As you can see, many storefront containers have been swept away.
After all, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy these things in the future. Outside the city, the barbarians are riding freely and unscrupulously. The teams of carts transporting goods outside the city have not been seen for many days. I heard that they were all killed by the barbarians on the road.
They robbed it, and when the goods were unloaded, the people guarding the goods and the cart were tied together and burned.
"Go back to the Wuhe Escort Bureau and take a rest first. Let's take a look at it step by step." Wei Changpan was also a little at a loss as to how to proceed in the future, but at the moment there was only Wuhe Escort Bureau. If they didn't go back to the Escort Bureau, they would have no choice.
Where can I go back?
"I just thought about it and accepted General Song's reward. Even if I start as a pawn, I might as well become a general leading troops one day." Liu Ziyi scratched his head, probably because he had not touched his head in the bathing place before.
The stubborn fleas were all wiped out, and the remaining ones started to cause trouble again. It was so itchy that he couldn't help but scratch his ears and cheeks on the street.
After finally stopping the itching, Liu Ziyi sighed, "However, if we join the Jinzhou State Army these days, it's up to us whether brother Wei will be able to see us next year. We are the only son in our family, and we have been left to our own devices since childhood.
It’s our temperament. When we were young, it was okay to fool around and be willful. We ran away from Jinzhou to hang out in the rivers and lakes. This time we went north to the grassland and narrowly escaped death..."
"Go home more often and spend time with your parents."
"This is the truth, but I have no choice..."
How should he say that? Could it be said that as soon as he returns to Jiangzhou and the Songfengshan disciples and the Gelutai assassins recognize him, he will continue to escape from Jiangzhou in embarrassment like a dog? His parents can't say for sure.
To be implicated?
The beauties in the brothel were all counting on him to look good outside. Those four beauties and Mr. Qian were the people he would be grateful to his whole life. Without them, he would probably still be in town all day long.
He cultivated crops on a pitiful two acres of land, risking being eaten by jackals, tigers and leopards and going up the mountain to find some medicinal materials and sell them in the county town to support his family.
Now that he has the opportunity to take the second path, he must cherish it even more.
"Roasted chestnuts, fresh roasted chestnuts, they are fragrant and fresh from the oven~"
"Candy man! Candy man!"
"The radish is sweeter than the pear~"
The street vendors with their magic skills are still playing with these delicacies they got from who knows where, but at this time of year, the prices are naturally ridiculously expensive compared to previous years. And some people in Yuancheng came forward to inquire about the prices.
Most of them returned in despair. A few of them, who were obviously well-dressed and well-off, bought a half-pound toothpaste.
There is not much left of the meal that they told stories about in the Yamen prison. Both Wei Changpan and Wei Changpan's stomachs are rumbling now. The aroma coming from these carts and stalls makes them swallow it in unison.
Saliva.
"Brother Wei, do you still have any money on you?" Liu Ziyi poked Wei Changpan with his elbow, then pointed to the roasted chestnut stall, "The roasted chestnuts there look pretty fresh."
Wei Changpan groped for a while with a frown on his body, and finally took out a piece of silver the size of his thumbnail, "That's all I have left. I wonder if I can exchange it for a pound of roasted chestnuts."