Farmers earn a living with their sons to make money

Chapter 210 The Unpredictable Crisis Desires to Go to the Capital for Revenge
Zijin and the others followed behind Yun Zirao in a daze, Yi Qingfeng didn't know what else he said to Aunt Qin, Aunt Qin sent Yun Zirao away with a smile, and dragged Liu De and Zimin to the back mouth.

Uncle Yao prepared five identical carriages for Yun Zirao. Yun Zirao changed into men's clothes, and after discussing with Roubaozi for a long time, he dressed up Roubaozi, who was about to cry, as a little girl carved in pink and jade. Zijin, Ziqing and Zimeng also changed their appearance with Jin Ming's help. The three of them had doubts in their hearts, but seeing Yun Zirao's anxious look, they didn't ask any questions.

In the afternoon, when people on the street gradually began to go out of the city, five carriages began to drive out from the back door of Qingyuan Pharmacy every half an hour. Yi Qingfeng observed in the dark. There was a group of people following them, about ten of them.

Until the last carriage drove out of the pharmacy, the fried chicken shop closed, and Daming drove Aunt Qin, Zimin and Liu De back to the village in a carriage, it seemed that all the people in the dark had left, but Yi Qingfeng was not sure if they were all gone.

In the cellar of the fried chicken shop, Yun Zirao was watching Rou Baozi practicing calligraphy, Jin Ming and An Yi were digging a tunnel, and Yi Qingfeng came in, startling Yun Zirao.

"How is it? Have everyone been lured away?"

"I don't know. There are a few people in the dark who are very skilled in martial arts, and there are a lot of people coming. Let's not act rashly for the time being. It would be best if the tunnel can be dug through. If it is not possible, we will find a way, as long as Chen Feng returns. , maybe there will be a turning point!"

Yun Zirao nodded, "Well, that's fine, it's just that I have wronged Senior Brother Qingfeng these few days!"

"I can only say that I admire you for coming up with such a brilliant idea. It's another way to adjust the tiger away from the mountain, and to build the plank road. If the dust and wind come back, will you still use the golden cicada to get rid of its shell?" Yi Qingfeng's eyes sparkled. Looking at Yun Zirao, he was deeply surprised.

"It seems that High Priest Qingfeng's fortune-telling methods are advanced again. Why don't High Priest Qingfeng do the math again to see if I can reach the capital smoothly this time? Huh?!" Yun Zirao smiled, her mood gradually getting better relax.

Yi Qingfeng shook his head, "For some things, let nature take its course. If everything is calculated by pinching fingers, wouldn't it be a fairy!"

"Senior brother Qingfeng, are there really gods in the sky, mother, the story of "Journey to the West" you told me last time also said that there are gods..." Obviously, children are very interested in these mythical things. Just curious.

"Ahem, Roubaozi, there are gods, if you believe in them, you don't have them. For example, if you become your mother's son, it might be arranged by the gods, but, think about it, you will be born again and again every day." You need to practice calligraphy and learn martial arts. If there is a god, if you ask him to teach you everything in one go, then why do you study so hard every day? So, there are some things that you can’t ask too much. Thoroughly, we need to be more flexible!"

Yun Zirao took the opportunity to educate Rou Baozi, Rou Baozi blinked his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "Is it the same as getting medicine for you? Is it right?"

"That's right, that's the reason. For the same problem, but with different ideas, the results will be different! Roubaozi is so smart!" Yun Zirao looked at Yi Qingfeng proudly and complacently, as if to say, look at my son , how powerful!
Yi Qingfeng squinted his eyes and looked at Roubaozi. He felt lucky that Roubaozi had such a mother. Thinking of Roubaozi's near future, such happy days are not many...
The sky gradually darkened, night came, lightning and thunder began to thunder in the distance, and the humidity in the cellar became more and more serious. Yun Ziluo wrapped the meat buns with a quilt to prevent the meat buns from catching cold and getting sick.

In the dark alley on the west side of Yueshan County Street, three men in black walked towards the fried chicken shop at high speed, one in front and two behind, forming a triangle with murderous aura... ·
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