Dajin picked up a god of war

Chapter 22

"Xiaolang, Liu Yu is out!"

"Quick! Let's go and see!"

Wang Mi pondered for a moment, and felt that what Duan Xian said also made sense.

He should create more encounters with Liu Yu to strengthen his impression in his mind.

Yesterday, he clearly said that he could go to the Changxing Inn for a chat, but seeing Liu Yu's appearance, he didn't have such thoughts.

If you don't come to see me, I can go to see you!
Watch me come to a dashing horse!

With a secret cry, Wang Mi stepped on the stirrup and stepped forward...

Since the double stirrups, Wang Mi's self-confidence has risen rapidly, and these arrogant and untamable war horses in ancient times have been completely ignored.

He feels good about himself, and under Duan Xian's repeated praise, he is floating...

then……

And then...he was tragic.

"Go!" A crisp roar, accompanied by Wang Mi's unrestrained movements, the whole process was done in one go...it didn't work.

"what?"

"Why can't you go up?"

The saddle, which was easy to step over before, could not be stepped on this time anyway. Wang Mi clearly knew the whole process of getting on the horse. After several attempts, he still could not complete the action of getting on the horse.

Not only that, but the red-maned horse, which was quite obedient, seemed to be against him on purpose, but kicked the horse's hooves and moved in a panic.

Duan Xian saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly came up: "Xiaolang, let your subordinates mount you on your back!"

Duan Xian couldn't regret it. It was because Wang Mi got off and on the horse so neatly these few days that he also had the illusion that he was really proficient in equestrianism!

He didn't even bring a horse stool, there was no other way, he had to mount Wang Mi on his back.

He was already prepared, but Wang Mi refused to obey.

What a joke!
With the double stirrups, where do they need to mount the horse on their backs, and besides, they have just boasted about their prowess in riding.
Wang Mi refused, and Duan Xian couldn't make up his mind for a while. He had always respected Wang Mi and regarded him as a god. Unless it was a last resort, he would never dare to disobey his mind.

If he doesn't let him start, he will never dare to make a move.

So, under the short stalemate, such a spectacle was created.

The noble son of an aristocratic family, the beloved Qiao Langjun from Jiankang City, Wang Mi and Wang Zhiyuan, is now half lying on the horse's back, unable to get up or down, and the war horse under him has long since been worn away by him. Temper, kicking the horse's hooves, trying to run forward several times.

Duan Xian couldn't help Wang Mi, so he had to hold on to the reins and help him control the horse.

However, this didn't change Wang Mi's embarrassing situation. He was bumping on the horse, but he couldn't get on it anyway.

In an instant, the superb riding skills he was proud of seemed to disappear.

"Damn it!"

"what happened?"

At the other end of the market, under the big locust tree, in an oil wall truck, a small head stuck out.

"Aunt, do we really want to buy those croaking cloths?"

"In my opinion, no matter how good the cloth is, it can't compare to silk." The girl in the autumn-scented shirt, with her big eyes rolling, looked full of vitality.

A pair of pear eddies on her lips made her smile even more playful.

Now, she was waving the fan with all her might, looking impatient. As long as her aunt gave an order, she could turn around and leave.

The woman she called her aunt was over forty years old, with an oval face, soft eyebrows, and a calm posture.

This kid is still so impatient.

"Minghui, jiming cloth is a specialty of Jingkou, and it's not sold elsewhere. It's rare for us to stop here and take some along the way. It's not a waste of time."

Minghui pouted and didn't care: "It's just cloth, what's so great about it."

Although she had a bad tone, the woman was not angry.Still persevering and persuading: "Your uncle takes Wushisan every day, and the skin on his body is often red, swollen, itchy, and very delicate. This crowing cloth is soft and thin, and it is the most suitable for your uncle."

"You, just wait patiently, it won't take long."

My aunt asked me to wait. No matter how anxious Minghui was, she could only wait patiently.

"However, why haven't they finished?"

They have been under this big banyan tree for a while.It is also true that God does not make beauty. They heard that in Jingkou Town, the place with the most complete cloth styles and the most reasonable prices is this Hejia cloth shop, so they came here early.

As a result, just after finding the right place, I found that there was a dispute in front of the Hejia cloth shop, and a group of people were actually smashing the shop!
"Is there still a king's law!" The woman also discovered the battle ahead, and immediately became angry.

"Shen Jianjun, you go and see, don't let them bully people!"

"It seems that this place in Jingkou, Youdu should take good care of it!"

Minghui sneered and said, "Auntie, daddy only leads the army, he doesn't care about local affairs. It's not like you don't know."

A woman's knot, this girl, always tells some big truths that people don't like to hear.

As far as she could see, the woman recognized that the shop they smashed was the one she wanted to buy cloth.

I saw a man who looked like an old cow, raised an axe, and came over aggressively, saying that he was about to split the plaque in half.

The woman gasped, desperately anxious.

These people are really insane!

"Shen Jianjun, you go and see!"

If it wasn't for the woman's cry, no one would even notice that this car also had a driver.

Of course, since this coachman said he joined the army, he was not an ordinary coachman, but a serious official entourage.

But seeing him sitting on the front edge of the carriage, the towel on his head swaying in the wind, his arms folded, he happily watched this scene.

It seems that the quarrel over there has become a pot of porridge, and it has nothing to do with him.

Hearing the woman's words, Shen Canjun jumped out of the car, walked in front of her, and respectfully said to the two female relatives: "Mrs Wang, Mrs. Minghui, the people of Jingkou have always been brave and combative, and these madmen won't last long. "

The woman frowned and said worriedly, "If that's the case, why haven't they taken action yet?"

"If this goes on like this, the whole store should be smashed by them!"

Shen Canjun smiled slightly: "No."

"Although Mrs. Wang is watching, someone should come out to preside over justice soon." Shen Canjun was quite confident in the combat effectiveness of the Jingkou people.

"Who are these troublemakers?" Minghui asked innocently with a small face.

Shen Canjun laughed. Do you need to tell these noble ladies about what you have seen in these places?

It seems that you can say it, or you can not say it.

"It's from the Diao family."

He was still hesitating here, but Madam Wang had already opened her mouth and told Minghui everything.

Shen Jianjun smacked his lips, as if there was no need to hide anything anymore.

"The Diao family?"

"Is it the former Minister of the Minister Diao Xiejia?"

"Ms. Minghui is very knowledgeable, that's the family."

Minghui said with disdain, "Is there still such a big power in their family? Can they be allowed to do evil in Jingkou?"

Speaking of this matter, Shen Jianjun also sighed and was very worried.

He nodded with a heavy expression: "Indeed."

(End of this chapter)