Jiaohua

Chapter 750 Small wooden brand (one more)
Wealth is a wonderful thing.

Wealthy people do not necessarily have temperament, after all, they are pampered and spoiled, and fat-headed and fat-eared big boys are everywhere.

But many temperaments can only be cultivated by wealth.

Zhi Changle observed quietly for a while, the man's fastidious eating, staring eyes, and slightly smooth white and weak hands did not match his unkempt appearance.

Overly guarded and arrogant, but he doesn't even fit his shoes.

It's hard to judge the excess, but the word "down and out" can be determined.

"Ali..." Zhi Changle looked at Xia Zhaoyi.

"He's waiting for someone," Xia Zhaoyi whispered with his eyes wandering in the distance, "Let's see who he's waiting for."

Zhi Changle nodded, understanding her intention.

Congxin has too many down-and-out business owners and scholarly families. Although the old-fashioned rich have lost their wealth, they still have their abilities. If they set up a platform, they may gain something.

To avoid attracting attention, Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle waited for the water to cool thoroughly, then got up and left.

The man added a new pot of tea on the spot. About half an hour later, his eyes fell on a figure that appeared in the distance, and the light in his eyes finally brightened.

Several teahouses outside Congxin City have been dilapidated during successive years of war. The row in the distance backed by the foot of the mountain had flooded last year, killing five people and injuring three others.

The man was hunched and limped towards the remote mountain road behind the teahouse. The figure waiting inside was graceful and graceful, with the hood pulled back, revealing a bright and clean face with sculpted eyebrows and nose.

The girl stared blankly at the man approaching with her eyes open, and when she met the man's cold eyes without any emotion, she called out hoarsely: "...Father."

The man didn't say a word, and he didn't straighten his back until he was about ten steps away, and his limping steps became normal.

Not to mention the handsome figure, but with a thin, high-definition appearance, the temperament is much better than that of the public.

"Father," the girl called out again, her tearful eyes seemed to gleam, and the tears rolled down after a blink of an eye, "You are really not dead."

"What did the letter ask you to prepare?" the man asked.

"I have to wait for a few days," the girl cried, "the city is under martial law, and my mother and I are inconvenient to move around because of our current identities. It took me a lot of effort to get out of the city."

"Then let Bai Qingyuan help you! Doesn't she have a way to save you all?"

"It's not good to bother her anymore."

"Then you have the heart to see your father suffer here! It's not such a precious thing, just ordinary clothes and dry food!"

The girl looked him up and down, seeing him so desolate, her heart was sour, and she shed another string of tears.

"Father, what's going on here? Did you really do something wrong to mother?"

"I won't tell you this! I only give you two days. After two days, you have to find these things. Now I have to go. How much silver do you have?"

The girl looked at him as if she were a stranger, took a moment, and took out a purse from her sleeve: "The home has been confiscated, the property and shop have been confiscated, and the mother's dowry has also been confiscated..."

The man snatched her purse, quite a bit.

Seeing the tearful daughter when he was about to put it in his arms, he frowned violently, took some silver taels from it, and put the remaining money bag back into her hand.

"Go back to the city quickly, and be careful on your own way," the man said.

He left without looking back.

The girl cried and looked at the purse in her hand, then looked up at his back, crying uncontrollably.

The man walked up the mountain from the mountain road behind the teahouse, and when he met a dozen or so medicine farmers who were picking herbs and descending the mountain, he hid as fast as he could to avoid meeting them.

Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle stopped following at the slope of a mountain path.

It was hard to judge his identity at the beginning, but once the word Bai Qingyuan came out, it became clear at once.

On the way back, Zhi Changle asked Xia Zhaoyi if he wanted to take care of this matter.

"Madam Bai should take care of it," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I will send her a letter and let her handle it."

"There was an innocent life among them," Zhi Changle said, "Since he didn't die, the corpse of the man named He Xin Xiaoyun found behind the county government office was his scapegoat."

"Well, I'll write it in the letter too."

There were many voices ahead.

Three identical notices were posted on the tall bulletin board.

People who came and went flocked away, those who could read slowly read and read slowly, and those who could not read asked people what they meant.

Normally, Zhi Changle would directly use his tall body to forcefully squeeze out a path, but now he is not very confident, standing behind the crowd with a bruised nose and swollen face, watching slowly.

There were too many people around, it was difficult for Xia Zhaoyi's medium height to see the content inside, so he could only listen to Zhi Changle's reading.

Sima Wu couldn't stand the torture, and when he was dying, he was taken to Caishikou by Lu Dun's men and beheaded.

The head will be put in a box and sent to Anjiang.

The notice also mentioned the word "Ali", claiming that she personally captured the person and gave it to Huirenying as a big gift.

After Zhi Changle finished reading, he fell silent for a while, then turned to look at the girl beside him.

Xia Zhaoyi's face was full of "goodwill", and in Zhi Changle's eyes, he felt gloomy and felt a chill down his spine.

This is indeed the case, she caught it with her own hands, and according to her "threat", she did not pretend to be responsible.

But the style of writing used described the relationship between her and them very well.

And it didn't appear to be deliberately explicit, but faintly revealed between the lines, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Brother Zhi," Xia Zhaoyi said, "please read it again."

Zhi Changle nodded and read it again.

After Xia Zhaoyi listened calmly, he said calmly: "Let's go, we still have to find a place to write letters and find someone to send them back to the city."

"Ah."

In this area outside the city, the bulletin boards are very close to each other, and you can see one every twenty or so steps, and all of them have posted new notices.

A group of soldiers and horses came out of the city at this time, more than ten soldiers rode on horses in front, and behind them was a luxurious carriage.

The leading lieutenant looked at the crowd casually while riding, and his eyes fell on a teahouse behind the crowd.

With her back to the crowd, the girl was quietly writing. A man was sitting beside her, with his cheeks resting on his hands, and his bruised nose and swollen face.

There are not many people who can write, especially a girl in neutral attire, and the identity of the big man beside her is not difficult to guess.

The captain's eyes darkened, his brows frowned slightly, and he looked back as if he didn't see it.

"The leader looked at me just now." Zhi Changle said.

"Has he come over?" Xia Zhaoyi continued to write, and said calmly.

"No, I took a look at me and continued to walk, with some eyes..." Zhi Changle couldn't tell what it was like.

Xia Zhaoyi would not be surprised if he came over.

She paused for a moment, then turned her head to look behind her.

Across the crowd, only the tall carriage can be seen now.

"I don't know where to go." Zhi Changle said casually.

"Where to go." Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Haha." Zhi Changle laughed.

The captain went a long way, but his heart became more and more restless.

Unable to bear it, he turned his head and looked in the direction where the girl and the big man were just now.

At such a distance, nothing can be seen.

With some sourness rising from the tip of his nose, the captain took a deep breath, lowered his head and took out a small wooden sign from his pocket.

On the edge of the sign is engraved with the words "Passing Life", and in the middle is engraved a name called Xia Lanzhou.

This is a habit among the large-scale army. In ancient times, several people who fought in battles mourned for their bones, piled up corpses in grass and trees, and comrades in frontiers died. Most of them commemorated or brought back such small wooden plaques.

The plaque in the captain's hand was carved by this young girl herself.

It was not brought back from the border, but a few years ago, she asked someone to inquire all the way and sent it to his hometown.

A small wooden sign, a bag of grain, and a bag of silver taels.

The captain clenched the sign in his hand tightly, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Brother, I met her.

The captain said very lightly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)