Jiaohua

Chapter 412 Those Old People (Part [-])
The young man came in with soup, and heard Yang Guanxian talking about his business experience. There was a lot of exaggeration in it, and even the young man could tell that the fat man was bragging, but seeing how the master listened with great interest and asked questions from time to time, the young man knew, This is what Master is saying.

He went over to put down the tea, listened for a while, shook his head and came out.

It was snowing again outside the house, and the boy frowned as he looked towards the village along the long snowy field.

Quan Jiuwei, this stinking bastard, met again, we must make him look good!

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Quan Jiuwei didn't stay long, and ran eastward all the way.

The reason why he chose the east side was because he knew that Ji Hongxian had just brought a few old men there to fish, and he must have gained a lot.

Sure enough, just after he left the village, he saw some old people coming back with fish baskets. He pretended to meet them by chance, went up to coax them, and took the fish baskets they handed over.

It was still early, but the sky was getting darker and darker. It seemed that there was going to be a big snowstorm. After avoiding the old people, Quan Jiuwei walked quickly towards the south, hoping to reach Huanshan Village before the snowstorm came.

Huanshan Village and Xiaoling Village are not far apart, and the two villages can be seen from afar.

When approaching Huanshan Village, dozens of chariots were pushed out at the northeast entrance of the village, heading towards Xiaoling Village.

Many refugees stopped by the roadside.

Quan Jiuwei stood in the crowd. Because many refugees came along the way, they coveted the fish basket in his hand, so he deliberately took out the dagger and held it in his hand. Now the refugees around him dare not get too close to him.

Quan Jiuwei is no stranger to those chariots. Guo Ting drew the blueprints of these chariots in front of them at Huiping Inn.

At that time, many people made comments, but Quan Jiuwei was not interested in it. He didn't believe that these chariots would be useful after all. To rehabilitate Dingguo's mansion is simply a joke in the world.

But now, he really saw these chariots.

Could it be that the plan was really successful for them?

Quan Jiuwei looked back at Xiaoling Village behind him.

Speaking of which, why did Yang Guanxian appear here? What did he do with Ji Hong?
Looking at Yang Guanxian's appearance at that time, he was still a little embarrassed.

But if Yang Guanxian and the others really succeed in their plan, then it is no longer a question of whether the Dingguo government can be rehabilitated, but... a great cause.

Quan Jiuwei watched those chariots leave, and at the same time another batch of chariots came in the distance, he couldn't calm down at all.

However, if we really want to say that the plan is successful, it is better to wait until it is defeated, and even if it is defeated, how to defend it is the big problem, let alone if it cannot be defeated.

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The main hall door was open, Pan Binhua strode in from outside the courtyard, stepped over the threshold and said: "Madam, those chariots have been transported away, but the people who went to Xiangjuan Mountain still haven't come back."

Yan Qinglin was dressed in a gray robe, standing beside the Eight Immortals Table, on which was spread a map of Jingzhao, with large and small wooden marks inserted, and she was drawing on the map with a pen in her hand.

Hearing this, Yan Qinglin raised his head and said, "How long has it been since the last person went?"

"Six hours."

"Three round trips are enough." Yan Qinglin said in a low voice.

"There are too many refugees on the road. These refugees are all starving, crazy, and will attack people. Maybe...but the snow is also heavy." Pan Binhua said.

Yan Qinglin put down his pen and said: "No, the soldiers and horses of Tiancheng Battalion are very important, you go and organize thirty men before going."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, thought for a while, and said, "Let Mr. Linde go with us."

"Mr. Linde?"

"He is eloquent," Yan Qinglin said.

Pan Binhua looked embarrassed, and said, "Mr. Lin De is on the side of Shizi right now, so he may not be willing."

Yan Qinglin's face darkened, and he said coldly: "If you don't want to, you have to."

Pan Binhua was helpless, lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Going out from the small courtyard where Yan Qinglin was, the whole area of ​​houses and courtyards were strictly controlled by their staff.

Another small courtyard adjacent to this small courtyard was particularly heavily guarded. Pan Binhua stood at the door, desperately wanting to go in, his face was on fire, and he really didn't know how to face the people in the room. He hesitated in every possible way, but suddenly Hearing laughter from inside, it was not a happy and loud laugh, but full of helplessness.

The laughter came from Mr. Linde. He was wearing a thick cotton robe, sitting on a long bench, leaning against the wall behind him. candlestick.

"So that's it," Mr. Linde sighed, "I was really worried for nothing, but it is true, the cunning rabbit still has three caves, and Yang Guanxian is famous for being clever and full of tricks, how could he die so easily, haha .”

Xia Zhaoxue sat on the bed, also leaning against the wall, and said, "He should have escaped now."

"It's thanks to your hard work that he can live for so long," Linde said, "But my son, what about you, what do you do?"

"Me?" Xia Zhaoxue's pale lips curled up into a faint smile, "Yan Qinglin won't do anything to me, a puppet is useful for a puppet."

Lin De was taken aback, looked at Xia Zhaoxue, and said, "Your Majesty, a puppet?"

"Yes," Xia Zhaoxue nodded, "a puppet."

After a while of silence, Linde said, "No, son, you are not a puppet."

Pan Binhua quietly stood outside the door, listening to the voices inside, the word "puppet" made Pan Binhua feel a prickly pain in his ears.

"Well, let me tell you about the old people in Xiaoling Village?" Linde said.

"elder?"

"Yes," Linde smiled, "these old people have no descendants. At first there were only three of them. These three were neighbors. Their sons were enrolled in the same batch of military registrations and joined the same battalion. Not long after, a battle made everyone This battalion was wiped out, and they became white-haired people sending black-haired people. Later, more and more old people who lost their children came to find them, and they lived together, made money together, and took care of each other. This little spirit The six or seven courtyards in the east of the village are full of old people like this. You see, my son, these old people are still working hard to make a living, why are you willing to be a puppet?"

Xia Zhaoxue looked towards the window to the west and said, "There is such an old man."

"They stumbled and worked hard, but they were always alive," Linde said.

Pan Binhua listened outside the door, his eyes were flushed.

He really wanted to open the door and go in and tell Mr. Linde that Shizi is different from those old people. He not only lost his relatives, but also didn't know how to live. More importantly, he was burdened with " The word "debt" is really too heavy.

"Speaking of it," Linde said with a smile at this moment, "I met them yesterday, and they asked me about a knight. The name of this knight is quite interesting."

Xia Zhaoxue nodded and said, "Well, what's the name?"

"It's just one letter away from Shizi," Linde said, "it's called Xia Kongxue, it's just empty."

Xia Zhaoxue was taken aback and looked at Lin De: "What?"

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