I was a famous teacher in ancient times

Chapter 330
Yang Xi stretched out his hand to open the box. The box was full of silver coins, and the silver ingots were neatly placed. "One box for the younger sister and one box for the younger brother."

Zhou Yu estimated the amount of money, a box can be about 300 taels, "Don't you keep some at home?"

Yang Xi pointed at the key, "I will leave the key of the warehouse to Geng Liao. I don't have enough money in the household, so I can open the warehouse where the silver is stored."

After listening to the arrangement, Zhou Yu didn't ask any more questions, and quietly helped pack up.

An hour later, Yang Xi's family's luggage was put on the carriage, and they saw Wu Shan and Lizheng again. Yang Xi and his wife got on the carriage with the child.

The carriage left Shanghe Village, and many people stopped in the distance to see them off.

Liu Li is watching the carriage go away, and Mr. Zhou's family is gone, why is his heart so restless!
Boss Liu grimaced, "Father, why doesn't it look like I'm going to Fucheng to celebrate the New Year, but it looks like I'm going to live there?"

Liu Lizheng is not stupid. He guessed like this, and asked Wu Shan next to him, "Did your family go to Fucheng and not come back?"

Wu Shan is also floating in his heart now. Without the weight of his heart, he is not at ease. "Mr. has his own plans."

Liu Lizheng sighed, the Zhou family was willing to think more about the common people because of Mr. Zhou and his wife, and others could see clearly. Mr. Zhou Bing not only did not go out because of his disfigurement, but also because he did not want to have more contact with the common people. Mr. Bing was polite, but he felt alienated.

Wu Shan's carriage had disappeared, "It's so cold, let's go back."

Liu Lizheng let out another breath, "Okay."

On the carriage, Ziheng asked his father, "Why didn't you tell Uncle Wu Shan that we are not coming back?"

Zhou Yu touched the eldest son's head, "Our departure has made the people of Shanghe Village flustered. Now that we can't say it again, the people will panic."

Ziheng understood, "Daddy wants people to have a transition in their hearts."

Zhou Yu smiled and nodded, "Yes."

Ziheng was lying on the carriage window, "Let's go, little aunt and little uncle still don't know!"

Daddy meant to live in Fucheng in the future, and it would be difficult to meet my aunt and uncle in the future.

Yang Xi and his wife looked at each other. They deliberately didn't notify Zhou Ran and Zhou Lin, but they would be reluctant to see their younger brother and younger sister.

Zhou Yu reached out and closed the carriage window, "You can write to them."

Ziheng's little face was flushed red by the wind, and his hands were still digging by the carriage window, "En."

Yang Xi could feel the eldest son's unease, so he went south to settle in Shanghe Village, Shanghe Village is his home, and when he left Shanghe Village, Ziheng would recall bad memories, and put his arms around the eldest son's shoulders, "Don't be afraid."

Your parents will protect you, and no one can hurt you.

Ziheng buried his head in his mother's heart, and he was really afraid.

Zhou Yu reached out and patted the eldest son on the back. No matter how mature the eldest son was, he was still a child.

The carriage traveled very fast. It did not pass through the county seat, and drove all the way to Fucheng. Here we will talk about the road to the county. All roads in the county have been repaired. Refugees have also been arranged to check the roads every seven days. The road is the smoothest.

Li Zheng was in a hurry to return to Fucheng, and Zhou Yu and his wife were unwilling to delay on the road, and continued on their way at night.

The carriage stopped early the next morning to rest. Yang Xi and his wife got off the carriage to wash up with their son. They were on the road all night, and the carriage was very bumpy when it left Xiangxian, and they didn't get a good rest all night.

The eyes of the couple are blue, and Ziheng and Zilu have no spirit.

There is a small stream flowing through the resting place. Today’s water is the stream running down the mountain. The water from the mountain is clean. It is winter now.

Yang Xi hissed, "It's really cold."

Zhou Yu handed the handkerchief to his daughter-in-law, "Quickly wipe it."

After Yang Xi wiped off the water, he looked at the nearly [-] soldiers around him. There were enough people to not be afraid of danger. "Let's walk around."

Zhou Yu's bones are about to fall apart. Seeing that breakfast will be ready in a while, "Okay."

The couple was walking around the stream, Li Zheng was still worried, he personally led people behind him.

After a while, the couple came back with their children. The breakfast was a simple one pot of soup and dry food.

Ziheng and Zilu have two more eggs each.

After breakfast, the carriage set off again. Because the carriage was bumpy, Zhou Yu and his wife couldn’t sleep. The two looked out the window. When passing through the village or town, they would find that after leaving Xiangxian, the eyes of the people they saw were numb and empty. A little bit of wind and grass will make you run around in fright.

Ziheng was a smart boy. He stared at the women and children who couldn't run fast. They knelt on both sides of the road and prayed silently to let them go. His shoulders were shaking because of fear.

Until the carriage passed, Ziheng still stretched his neck and looked back.

Zhou Yu held his son with one hand, "Don't look at it."

Li Zheng rode on horseback and stood by the carriage window. When he saw Mr. Ziheng shrinking his head, he let go, "Master Ziheng, what you did just now was too dangerous."

Ziheng was embarrassed, "There will be no next time."

Seeing Ziheng's dejected expression, Li Zheng sighed in his heart. What he saw on the road was just the tip of the iceberg. Since the conflict between the Jiao family and the Fan family, other forces in Ruizhou have become more and more unscrupulous towards the people for their own benefit. Can only live in vain.

Zhou Yu is very happy with his son's mood swings. Only thoughts can trigger emotions, which represents growth.

Ziheng leaned on his father's side, "Father, the life of the people in Xiangxian is to live."

Zhou Yu's tone was positive, "Ruizhou will get better."

Ziheng believed in his parents, "Yeah."

After rushing all the way to Fucheng, Yang San received the news and waited at the gate of the city, staring at the gradually approaching team, and finally couldn't wait, so he rode out to greet him.

Arriving in front of the carriage, Zilu was very happy to see his little uncle, a big smile raised on his spiritless face, "Uncle, uncle."

Yang San saw that his sister's family had arrived in Fucheng safely, and his heart was at ease, "Sister, you have worked hard all the way, let's go back to rest now."

Yang Xi didn't go out for a long time, and some couldn't bear it anymore, "Okay."

Yang San stretched out his hand and asked Ziheng, "Would you like to ride a horse with my uncle?"

Ziheng's eyes sparkled, "Is it okay?"

Yang San, "Of course."

Ziheng replied in a particularly loud voice, "Uncle, I want to ride a horse."

Zhou Yu opened the carriage door, Ziheng came out quickly, Yang San bent down and picked Ziheng up in front of him, "Go, let's go home."

Ziheng never had a chance to ride a horse. Now he and his uncle are excited about riding a horse and don't even know where they put their hands. It feels so good to ride a horse.

Yang Xi looked at him and laughed, "Boys like horses."

Zhou Yu saw Yang San wrapping Ziheng in a cloak, and withdrew his eyes and said, "When things are stable, I can teach Ziheng to ride a horse and shoot arrows."

Yang Xi nodded, "Okay."

The carriage arrived at the gate of the city, and Yang San walked to the other side. Now the guards at the gate were all under Yang San's control, and no one dared to stop Yang San.

Yang Xi noticed that there were not many people at the gate of the city, and most of them were caravans. It seemed that the people were afraid to enter the city.

The streets of Fucheng are also very deserted, and the flavor of the New Year is not as strong as Xiangxian.

(End of this chapter)