Farmhouse Imperial Examination Road

Chapter 532
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Brother Fusheng, is it so miserable?
Su Liuyu stared at his ginger face.

"In that case, then."

"Forget it, since Brother Wen Zhao has spoken, as a brother, he must try his best."

He added:
"Just give back your horse, your sesame seed cakes, your arrows, and your buns."

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Brother Fusheng, why are you so clear in your heart?

In fact, she didn't know that people in the Jianghu respect rules, and Chai Xiaochuan owed six taels of silver back then and remembered it by rote for a long time.

For example, Yun Ya'er invited them to dinner every day, and they would take the initiative to undertake the housework, and then went to hunt pheasants, and returned the eggs.

People in Jianghu don't like to owe favors to others. If they owe a debt, they must try their best to repay it.

But they never remember being nice to people.

Just this time Ye Fusheng beat her up with a pheasant, and he never thought of asking for anything.

To put it bluntly, it is enough loyalty.

"It's just that my ancestor's home is probably a long time away from Jiangzhou, and it may take half a day to get there in the county."

"It's okay, let's go back quickly."

The Ye family's ancestral home in Ping'an County, Jiangzhou, Yanxi Prefecture.

It was completely different from the dilapidated yard in Jiangzhou.

Here is the foundation of the Ye family.

The ancestral residences of hundreds of martial arts families span five alleys, and the number of residences is huge.

Collateral children, and direct descendants all live here.

Before entering, you can hear the shouts of martial arts, thunder and thunder.

"The children of the Ye family are good at martial arts. Most of those knight-errants are outside disciples of the Ye family. When they are ready to learn, they will have a world of their own."

It turned out to be the case.

Su Liuyu rode a horse and looked at the century-old mansion from afar from the mountain.

"Among the rivers and lakes, is there anyone who can rival your Ye family?"

"It's gone now." Ye Fusheng pulled the rein and looked at the ancestral house: "During the tyranny, many families were confiscated by the government. It would be nice to have a bite to eat."

Su Liuyu looked at him.

"Brother Fusheng, why are outsiders telling you about those things?"

Why not filial piety?

Ye Fusheng's body on the horse froze.

The biting February wind blew away the hair on his forehead.

Even the long gown with moon-white embroidered bamboo was whistling.

He held on to the reins tightly, as if he didn't want to recall those days.

He gave a wry smile, Jiang Huang's face was a little helpless.

"Presumably, Brother Wen Zhao has also heard that my father unfortunately died because of the road of cutting food."

"But you know what? Back then, it wasn't like that."

His eyes were a little red, with a hint of anger.

"Back then, the rangers gathered at my Ye family and asked my father to cut food for the people. My father took me, my mother, and the Jiang family's children to fight for the people."

"But the food road is not so easy to intercept. The emperor sent an officer and soldier from the state capital to escort him. How many of us are there?"

"After a fight, not only did I not win, but I also made many brothers. My mother persuaded my father to forget it, but how could those rangers agree? They scolded my mother and said that my mother was unfaithful. My father not only He didn’t speak for her, and insisted on grabbing it again.”

He shook his head and laughed.

It seems that I feel absurd.

"This time, the group of officers and soldiers gained experience, killed many people, and even kidnapped my mother."

When he said the word captive.

Red eyes.

"At that time, my father was going to abandon my mother, saying that the brothers suffered heavy casualties and were not worth saving. Do you think it's ridiculous?"

"I begged my father, begged those rangers, begged them to save my mother, like a cow, a horse, a dog, just to save my mother, but they refused."

He gritted his teeth, and the horses under him were neighing restlessly.

"My father can sacrifice his life for the common people, he can sacrifice his life for the world, but he can't fight for my mother."

"Shouldn't I hate it?"

"Brother Wen Zhao, shouldn't I hate it? The world is alive and the people are happy, what does it matter to me? The survival of this world, what does it matter to me?"

He looked up.

Look at this cloudy sky.

He looked at the Ye family's ancestral house from a distance.

"My father died for the people, gave up his family for the country, abandoned his wife and children, and was called a hero. It's so ridiculous."

　There are still a thousand words, after midnight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)