The life of the Xianyu family through books

Chapter 399
Mr. Tian did not expect that the Yan family was hiding such a secret.

There was a thief on the wedding boat of the crown prince, and he was also a thief of the palace.

Reminiscent of my old friend's previous letter mentioning that the palace sent people to search for lost items along the river in Changping, Gufeng. They should be looking for these boxes that have sunk in the water.

He also has a more troublesome guess, daring to attack the concubine, so blatantly, the identity of the person behind it is ready to be revealed.

Coupled with the fact that the note that cheated the border defense this time came from the Prince of England's residence, Mr. Tian's mood was very complicated.

"Teacher, let's talk to Shizi." Yan Laoer whispered.

Mr. Tian still had a headache, so he didn't answer right away.

Yan Huaiwen: "My lord, the prince sent someone to send the bank note in private, and I will inform you quietly."

As for what the son will do when he finds out, it has nothing to do with them.

But after this incident, their connection with Shizi will be even closer.

Everyone thinks this way. There are many firewood sellers gathered at the gate of the city every day. The price is very stable, and a bundle is around ten Wen.

Mr. Tian didn't want to make troubles.

San Tie responded and walked in the direction Xiao Er pointed.

One after another, the princes who were abroad were recalled back to Beijing and stayed with them for inspection.

Yan Yulun only sells, and the price is not high. She has a sweet mouth, and she is very enthusiastic when calling people aunts, aunts, aunts, and sisters. You can hear the clear and crisp cries from a long distance. Everyone loves to join in the fun. Seeing a child Selling things at a stall is very rare, and I am willing to join in.

The King of England's beloved son was newly mourned, and the war in Guanzhou was tense, so he missed the time to return to Beijing, and also missed the chance to compete for the reserve position.

This is true for the prince, and even more so for the ministers.

Every step is like walking on thin ice, if you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces!

Santie admired Uncle Yan's ability to chat with anyone the most, and wanted to try to learn it.

It was not until the death of the eldest son that the emperor thought of the King Ying who was far away in Guanzhou.

They didn't want to be noticed this time.

Logically speaking, it would be best to leave this matter to Tianyou. Only their father and daughter know where the caisson is.

The fate of people is really amazing.

Along the way there are three irons.

Yan Yu can only say that the people in this world are very simple, and he is afraid that his own firewood will be less than other houses and it will not be easy to sell. One bundle is denser than the other, and he has no intention of cutting corners.

If you buy a bundle of firewood and only light the stove for cooking, it can be used for several days.

However, based on his understanding of the King of England, it might not be a bad thing to miss this time.

The always quiet cat meowed twice, and put her little paw on the back of her hand.

Gradually, two bundles of firewood were also sold.

In the street market not far from the palace, Yan Yu handed over the copper coins and placed the things he had brought. Yan Yu held the cat in his arms and squatted in front of the stall.

Yan Yu rushed to Fucheng with the letter written by her master.

Just when Yan Yu thought he was going to return without success today.

Yan Yu said to Santie who just came back: "Brother Santie, try going there again, if you still can't touch it, forget it today, let's go home."

When Santie wandered back, he even delivered a bundle to his door.

"Xiaoer, you're right. From now on, I'll make friends with the big brothers who defend the city."

There are bundles of firewood, and the prey that Xiao'an Village has caught in the past two days.

He never separated from his family, never separated from Tianyou, and brought his family and even the whole village to Guanzhou. After that, everything became different.

Holding the book, I froze for a moment.

Pheasants and hares opened one after another.

In the beginning, it just changed the fate of the people around me. Gradually, all the people and things I came into contact with were developing in an unpredictable direction.

He took a deep look at Mr. Tian, ​​if there was no God's blessing, this Mr. Tian should have died on the day when the tiger crumbled the city, just like the second and third masters, he went to his death generously.

"A bundle of ten papers, it's not far over there, I'll read it first, and if I think it's good, I'll recite it home for my brother."

This is not the case when the three irons think about it.

Hang this sharp blade high above everyone's heads, wishing to kill quickly.

Master Tian set his sights on his disciple.

The old emperor was deep in his thoughts, he set up a reserve like a gu, sitting and watching the princes fight, criticize each other, and use them to do things...

As expected of someone close to Shizi, he soon noticed something.

San Tie rushed over, and seriously said the lines that Xiao Er had set for him: "Brother, do you need firewood for your house?"

Before he could react.

Hold the book and follow him.

But he had just taken Tianyou to the palace for a walk, and it would be too eye-catching to go again at this time.

The son should have died young, but since Mr. Tian could save him, who knows if the fate of the son will be different from the previous life.

Disasters, Bei Rong's invasion of the frontier...became the norm on the Guanzhou Memorial.

There are not many people who bring firewood into the city like them to sell. Basically, the nearby villagers are waiting at the gate of the city.

In the first two years, the imperial court provided relief in a timely manner, but the increasingly chaotic battles for reserve positions, frequent disasters in various places, and the inability of the central government to take care of it made the barren land of Guanzhou gradually neglected.

When he saw the little brother named Ping Shu next to Shizi, surprise appeared on his face.

The donkey cart of the two of them was full of things.

What's more, tonight is the trading period.

He also saw him holding the book, looked at him several times in doubt, and confirmed that it was really the person from Xiao'an Village who came to Fucheng to report.

……

The firewood that Yan Yu and the others brought was bundled in a regular manner and was not very popular. She asked for ten yuan, but it didn't sell for a long time.

Yan Huaiwen clearly remembered that this year, Guanzhou reported a cold disaster, and it has been continuous year after year.

When he, who was jealous and vengeful, gradually showed his sharpness, the sharp knife named Yan Huaiwen was held in the hands of the old emperor, and he was used to check and kill corruption, to clean up the officialdom, and to warn everyone...

But Yan Yu was not in a hurry, and asked Brother San Tie to stroll around to try his luck, to see if he could meet the guards who were with Shizi that day.

Yan Yu smiled and said: "Brother San Tie, it seems that you have to come here often, the better you get to know the city defenders, the better. You don't need to spend copper coins when you come to Fucheng in the future, so you can save a lot of money."

Yan Lao Er and Yan Yu, father and daughter, have influenced many people in a subtle way.

Santie once went to Fucheng to report the letter, and the officials guarding the city still had the impression that they didn't ask for a copper coin for the two of them to enter the city.

"You sell firewood? Where is the firewood? How do you sell it?"

Yan Huaiwen also thought the same, so he turned his attention to Yan Yu.

Started a business in a serious manner.

Even though he was careful, he still couldn't keep his Heng'er.

There is only time, and it cannot be changed by humans.

In just six years, he has reached the top of the ladder that is difficult for all officials to reach.

That year was the year when the old emperor decided to establish a reserve.

……

Then I saw Yan's Xiao Er sitting behind the booth.

Although he used firewood as an excuse to attract the books, Yan Yu did not sell firewood, but tried hard to sell the last hare.

With the gesture of giving the rabbit, he passed the letter in his sleeve over.

　Today's first update~
　　In the next chapter, let's go grab the box~
　　Let’s release the road of Lao Yan’s rise in his last life little by little. Isn’t there a lot of room for imagination?

　　The house also thinks that writing like this is very good, quack~(`) Comparing my heart~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)