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Chapter 51 The young master has the potential to be a rebel
"Some people look like adults, but they are actually children. Some people look like children, but they are actually adults."

Jia Liu felt this remark from the bottom of his heart. It is really surprising that Yang Yuchun was born with supernatural power at such a young age, and his skill was comparable to that of Li Kui and Zhang Fei.

What is especially rare is that this little guy has never practiced martial arts, which made Jia Liu more convinced that talent really exists in the world.

Some people are born different from others.

Just like Jia Liu himself.

Or he can be the first Bute Ha of the Eight Banners of the Han Army?Can you hire such a good bodyguard for yourself with 30 taels?
"Master, can you stop looking at me when you talk, do you think I can't hit you, like a child?"

Yang Zhi was quite aggrieved, after entering the city, the young master never said anything about Xiao Chunzi, he really had newcomers and hated the old ones.

"I know what to ask. Huh!"

Jia Liu's gaze was attracted by the verses on a stone tablet next to the gate of Lu You Temple.

The poem was written by Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

"It's anti-poetry."

Jia Liu made an attributive conclusion.

"Anti-poetry?"

Yang Zhi looked closely at the poem on the stele, and then said disapprovingly, "Master, under the stele, it is written that this is a poem by Lu You, a poet of the Song Dynasty. Why do you say that it is an anti-poetry?"

"Why is it not an anti-poetry? Look at this sentence, Dongdu children make Huyu, where is Dongdu? What does Huyu mean?"

"And this, Kuang send you back to Ming Lord, Ming Lord?"

"This sentence is even more excessive. What do you mean by clearing the dust for Shenzhou?"

"Anti-poetry, great anti-poetry!"

Jia Liu is still very confident in his ability to censor. Lu You owed it to the Southern Song Dynasty.

But Yang Zhi glanced at the young master as if looking crazy, and muttered: "Young master can call Lu You's poems anti-poetry, so according to this, the young master is still after the anti-thief."

"What do you mean?"

Jia Liu raised his eyebrows: Shuan Zhu is jealous or something, why does he always argue with himself.

"Master, what's the old man's name?"

Yang Zhi deliberately lowered his voice, as if this is something that cannot be seen.

"Ja Hanfu."

Jia Liuhua could remember this name even in ashes.

"Han Fu Han Fu, Fu Han Fu Han, young master, think carefully."

Ok?
Jia Liu's heart trembled, there is something wrong with the name of the old man.

"When the old man was alive, he was an official of the Ming Dynasty first, and later became a high-ranking official. His name was given by the old man. Why did he have objections?"

Jia Liu suddenly thought of something, let out a haha, knocked on Yang Zhi's head, and cursed: "The old man's surname is Jia, fake Fu Han, understand? Good you Shuan Zhu, how dare you make up the old man, I think you are the one." There is a rebellious bone in the back of the head"

Unexpectedly, Yang Zhi's next sentence made Jia Liu speechless.

"Then young master, did you change Yang Chun to Yang Yuchun, did you want him to learn from Chang Yuchun? He wants to learn from Chang Yuchun, who is the young master?"

Shuan Zhu's face is full of thieves, he doesn't have the simple and honest appearance of the past.

"You are not smart when you should be smart, and you are smart when you should not be smart."

Jia Liu let out a muffled snort, raised his foot and kicked it, but he didn't really kick it down, instead he was taken back by Sheng, and then he stepped forward and patted Shuan Zhu with a smile on his face, with an expression of appreciation on his face.

"I didn't see that you still have this ability. When the young master becomes an official in the future, I will definitely let you play it well."

"What?"

Yang Zhi was dumbfounded.

Jia Liu ignored him, and went straight to Lu You Temple for a stroll, and when he came out again, he saw that little fellow Yang Yuchun coming.

It was agreed to meet at Lu You Temple before, so we don't have to wait until night.

"Have you already told the family?"

"I said so."

"Your parents don't mind?"

"No comment."

"Well, you are familiar with Chongzhou, take us to find a delicious restaurant for dinner first."

"Ah."

Yang Yuchun didn't talk too much, pointed to the front and said that there was a good restaurant there, and he used to go there with his grandfather when he was a child.

Jia Liu had no objection, and ran to the restaurant with Er Yang.

After going upstairs, I found that Yuanjia Road was narrow, and the man who was full of flags, Fu Luntai, Hong Jiadebiao and others were sitting at a table near the window, talking and laughing.

"Hey, devil six!"

A Manqi saw Jia Liu, master and servant, and immediately stood up angrily, pointed at Jia Liu and cursed: "What are you doing here!"

"Have a meal."

If he only brought Shuanzhu, Jia Liu would turn around and go downstairs without saying a word of nonsense, but now that there is Yang Yuchun who can fight, he would like to see if the Manqi people dare to touch him.

"Sit down, what does it matter to you if people eat?"

To Jia Liu's surprise, that Fu Luntai was a bit of a general, and he didn't "bully" Jia Liu and show off his prestige because of the large number of people.On the contrary, the three Su La who followed looked aggrieved, and gave Jia Liu a hard look from time to time.

Jia Liu looked familiar, no need to ask, they were all his "old clients" and they were severely punished.

Just like that, people from both parties sat at a table each, and no one paid attention to the other.

After calling the waiter to order a few signature dishes, Jia Liu leaned back on the chair, put one hand on the window sill, and looked at the market in Chongzhou with great interest.

Soon, the first dish of braised rabbit heads was put on the table, and Jia Liu was about to move his chopsticks when the sound of gongs came from the street under the window, and then many people ran to the west following the sound of gongs.

"Master, it seems that there is an execution over there?"

When Yang Zhi was in Beijing, he often went to Caishikou to watch beheadings, and he was very familiar with the execution scenes.

Looking around, it turns out that there is an execution ground for beheading prisoners in the middle of the west fork.

Jia Liu had no interest in killing people in the execution ground, so he said "Oh" casually, put a piece of rabbit's head in his mouth, and began to bite.

The group of Man and Mongolian children next door was really joining in the fun. A group of people lay by the window and pointed to the west.

When the guy came to serve the food, Jia Liu casually asked what was going on.

"I heard that a few bandits from Jin Chuan sneaked in were caught, and the yamen ordered these bandits to be publicly executed. They made trouble every year, and they started making trouble when they beat Lord Kangxi, and I don't know what the trouble was.

But this time I'm afraid the trouble won't last long, the imperial court has really moved, and a lot of soldiers and horses have come. I heard that the soldiers of the Eight Banners have come tens of thousands, and they will definitely be able to peel off the skins of these thieves."

Jia Liu sounded funny, the Qing army used 80,000 to 5000 people in Jinchuan, but the Eight Banners soldiers counted their worshipers, and there were probably only [-] people. How could there be tens of thousands of Eight Banners soldiers.

There was no need to explain anything to a buddy, and he casually threw the gnawed rabbit head on the table, seeing that Yang Yuchun didn't move his chopsticks, he smiled and said: "Eat, if you work with me, you have to eat delicious food, or what else?" Are you willing to sacrifice your life for me?"

Yang Yuchun hadn't eaten meat for a long time. He was a little restrained just now because he didn't get used to it for a while. Hearing Jia Liu's words, he relaxed a little and picked up his chopsticks to pick up a rabbit's head as well.

At this time, I heard a loud shout from outside: "Fathers and folks in Chongzhou, can you tell me, what year is this year?"

The voice was extremely loud, and it was the bandit who was about to be tortured on the execution ground calling.

"Little fan thief, I tell you that this year is the 37th year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty! To save you from being confused and confused when you get to the underworld!"

Someone in the crowd watching the sentence answered this, which caused the crowd to burst into laughter.

"Wrong! Wrong! You are wrong, you are all wrong!"

The young man shouted and questioned loudly on the execution platform, struggling to break free from the executioner who wanted to gag him, and shouted at the crowd with all his strength: "This year is the 26th year of the Yongli calendar of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Cut it, cut it soon!"

Fearing that the thieves would confuse the people, the officials who supervised the beheading hurriedly threw down the arrows regardless of the time.

"We are not bandits, we are citizens of Ming Dynasty!"

"Descendants of the Han family, one day, you will wake up!"

"cut!"

Six broadswords fell at the same time, and with the blood spurting to the sky, the heads of six young and good people fell to the ground at the same time, rolling down under the execution platform.

After a brief silence, the crowd suddenly became commotion, and they all took wooden barrels and basins in their hands to catch the gushing blood.

Some even rushed to the head to catch the blood flowing from the severed head.

Someone rushed to the execution platform.

The scene was chaotic, neither the prison officials nor the soldiers maintaining order could stop the people from looting.

"Good kill, dog fan thief, you dare to yell nonsense when you are dying!"

A group of Manchurian children lying on the edge of the window also shouted excitedly, but they never noticed that Guizi Liu at the next table had gently put down the chopsticks in his hands.

Brow wrinkled slightly.

Fan thief?

How could the fan thieves in Jinchuan be Han people, how could they be citizens of the Ming Dynasty?

What's the matter!

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