Jiaohua

Chapter 753
Xia Zhaoyi was on the way back along the downhill slope, and then went northwest along the long road.

Zhi Changle poured the cold water into the water bags and kettles, packed them one by one, and boiled another pot of water.

The dead wood was crackling in the fire, Zhi Changle watched the fire, silently waiting for the water to boil.

After waiting for a while, he turned his head and looked in the direction where Xia Zhaoyi left. Feeling that she would not come back for a while, he quietly took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve.

Qian Fengrong's face is really rough, with thick eyebrows and thick eyes, and a slightly crooked nose, but he is very straight.

Zhi Changle raised his fist.

He always felt that his fist was big, like a sandbag, but when he was pressed and beaten by Qian Fengrong that night, he clearly felt that the opponent's fist was half as big as his head.

He was also lowered in height, but the key point was that for such a tall and strong person, his skills were not bulky at all.

Although it is not as light and dexterous as Ah Li, it is definitely better than him, and also better than Old Tong.

Or to put it another way, he firmly believed that even if he and Old Tong were together, they wouldn't have a half chance of winning two against one.

Xia Zhaoyi came back from Dawankou, and saw Zhi Changle looking at the portrait in the distance.

Although they are far apart, the silhouettes of the people in the portrait can be vaguely seen.

Xia Zhaoyi stopped, thought for a while, turned around and went back to Dawankou, grabbed a woman, gave her twenty Wen, and asked her to do a little favor.

According to her instructions, the woman went to the big bend and randomly pulled a woman who didn't like it to reason why she stepped on her.

Zhi Changle turned around, just in time to see the girl with her head down, walking slowly from the big bend, just in time to hear the movement of the dispute, she looked up.

Zhi Changle hurriedly collected Qian Fengrong's portrait and stuffed it back into his sleeve.

Xia Zhaoyi glanced at it, then turned away his gaze, and walked towards Zhi Changle without paying any more attention.

"A Li," Zhi Changle asked, "how's the inquiry going?"

Xia Zhaoyi sat down, and Zhi Changle handed over a bowl of cooling warm water in due course.

Xia Zhaoyi took it and put it aside, took out a booklet and handed it over, and said flatly, "Bei Yuan got the shoes as a gift."

"It's really them?"

"Song Tian Yunzhao did not work, Li Qian Jiangshan is dead, this subtly subtle plan in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, weak people's thinking, moving people's minds, is similar to the act of throwing paper balls by Daliang to Yunxi County in Wei State back then."

Zhi Changle opened the book in his hand, Xia Zhaoyi said again: "Brother Zhi, don't look at it."

Zhi Changle only read the first page and was about to vomit.

In the northern Yuan Dynasty, thousands of miles were sparse and wide, with abundant grass and long rivers, and beautiful waters and Lingshan mountains were pregnant with heroes and warriors.The man is mighty, ambitious, expands the territory, loves each other for neighbors, and helps each other in harmony.

"...What, what is this doing?" Zhi Changle said.

"It's easy to understand. Although it's explicit, many people can see it. If you read it several times, no matter how exaggerated it is, you may not believe it."

Zhi Changle read a few more pages, completely laughing: "A pair of shoes, a booklet, are you not afraid that others can't read?"

"Words are enough," Xia Zhaoyi said, "He Yanpo's strategy is to attack the heart. He can believe that one is the other. As long as they are all spread out, the effect he wants to see will definitely be achieved."

"It's really disgusting!" Zhi Changle scolded.

He turned his eyes to look at the crowd not far away. Like Xia Zhaoyi, he hadn't paid attention to it before, but now he looked at it. Although there were only one or two out of ten people, but if these one or two were gathered together, it would be hundreds of people. , is thousands.

"Beiyuan lowly animal, you will never die if you kill me!" Zhi Changle scolded again, "A Li, is there a way to defeat the enemy?"

"Why did it have to be broken?" Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "He sent someone to give away the shoes for free. It was an act of kindness. He even made the size of the children with hanging hair. It was very hard work."

"But……"

"Let's wait until he finishes delivering the shoes." Xia Zhaoyi also looked at the crowd, and said, "Rumors can make money from people's mouths, and they can destroy bones, but they can also be eaten back."

At night next to the waterfall, the temperature is extremely cold.

Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle packed up their things, put them in the two big bamboo baskets on the horse, and moved to the north.

Early the next morning, the sun shone down and the earth warmed up, so they set off and continued northward.

The further north, the more chaotic the situation, the village was in turmoil, many cottages and houses were dragged down, and the villagers were vigilant against martial law like Qingxiang Village.

Xia Zhaoyi didn't go into any villages this time. She followed the road to the north, and for half a month, her horseshoe trod across the mountains, ancient roads, barren valleys, streams and rivers, and one village after another was marked on the map by her.

Finally, she stopped at Yantianpo, the northernmost place in Youzhou, looking at Pingyang Road in the distance.

(End of this chapter)