Thinking of this, Gu Zheng subconsciously looked at these people in the venue, they are basically street vendors who have appeared in the market for a long time, and when doing business, they are relatively honest and not afraid of the customers settling accounts after the autumn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing this scene, Gu Zheng asked Pork Rong: "Hey, why didn't you come with the group of people with the smoking gun?"

Hearing Gu Zheng's words, the group of people next to Pork Rong immediately changed their faces with disdainful expressions: "Pull it down, we are conscientious traders, not like them, take the earth dog and brush it twice, and then pretend to be a husky." ”

"Just that group of unscrupulous owners, when they come to our market, they are also shooting to change places, lest they be caught. ”

"It's not all the way, don't look for him, don't look for him. ”

Looking at the pork Rong on the opposite side with his head shaking like a rattle, the roundabout method of persuading each other between the vendors that had appeared in Gu Zheng's heart seemed to be unfeasible.

He also knows the smoker, so let's go there in person at night.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng nodded, planning to give the business of the group of people in front of him to the next, and he turned towards the big guy: "Then you sit in the courtyard for a while, I'll go to the study to make two contracts, and by the way, I'll add some tea and drink to you." ”

"Oh, that's so polite, you go get busy first, we're not in a hurry. ”

While saying that he was not in a hurry, he also took out the water cup and thermos pot he was carrying from his pocket.

Sure enough, they are all honest people.

Gu Zheng endured the joy and pushed open the door of his study, only to find that the smiling and forgetful book that should have been standing tall on the desk at this time was glowing with a very beautiful pale yellow golden light.

The golden-colored bright spots, which seemed to be solid, were floating on the pages of the second world, and began to roll slowly as if light and shadow were flowing.

Oops?

What are you doing behind your back?

Xiao Wangshu, who had just been awakened by Gu Zheng's push on the door, could no longer stop this person's footsteps, it could only watch the most shameless host in history, just looking at the pages it was displaying with a wicked smile.

At this time, the pages of the second world, the textual record had not yet appeared, and Gu Zheng, who was standing in front of the desk, carefully looked at the very powerful function that Xiao Wangshu had hidden from him.

Memorabilia of XX years in country X.

In 19XX, after years of resistance against Japan, the eight bandits finally completed the war of domestic unification against country X.

The bandits will be completely wiped out on this land.

When recovering the last territory of the motherland, when the leader of the Eight Bandits thought that he would face a more brutal and protracted war, the leader of the other side took the initiative to sign a self-made treaty with the Supreme Leader of the Eight Bandits.

This move is a manifestation of cross-era significance for the people of the entire X country.

Because when facing the horse bandit force whose combat strength was more than three times that of the bandits, even the eight bandits were prepared for the entire nation to be devastated.

However, the other party's deep understanding of righteousness, love for the motherland, and the belief that country X will always be a country X have all made outstanding contributions to the stable development of country X.

After the leader signed a treaty with Ma Fengyun, a legendary general of the horse bandits and one of the marshals of the founding of the State of X, the two sides set up a monumental inscription at the foot of Qishan Mountain, at the entrance to Gan Province.

It is used to commemorate the contribution of the thousands of horse bandits to the unification of the country, and it is also remembered by later people that this day symbolizes the beginning of their new life.

Only when the country is stable will the lives of the common people flourish.

……

The chronicle of these few sentences was turned over by a pair of slender hands, and the whole book was slowly closed in this way.

The owner of these beautiful hands sighed with some regret, as if talking to himself, and complained to the old man beside him: "The information mentioned here about Marshal Ma is too little, in the end it is one of the most reluctant marshals, in the war, because of the topography of Gan Province, Marshal Ma has the least archive in the database." ”

However, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Marshal Ma, who was obviously very capable of training troops, retreated bravely and had to return to Gan Province to live, and there are even fewer records about him now. ”

"You said that this editor-in-chief is true, and we have to write a book of a biographical nature about Marshal Ma to commemorate the XX anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. ”

"Our little assistant in charge of contact said that the guards didn't even give a chance to meet, so they pushed it until tomorrow. ”

"It's not that Marshal Ma went out to do errands, and I don't know if it's true or not, such a big marshal travels and doesn't hear any rumors, how can it be as unreliable as going out to buy vegetables?"

This beautiful female editor really wronged Ma Fengyun in her topic, the former master of the horse bandits, and now the famous but mysterious Marshal Ma, people really went out to do things.

The camera in the book is reversed, and the scene is like a movie, and the connection is very smooth.

At this time, the scene is no longer the office of the National Editorial Agency, which is full of ink, but has been transformed into a place where the birds are singing and flowers, although it has gone through the vicissitudes of life, it is still recognized by Gu Zheng who is watching at a glance, the back mountain of Weiwolf Mountain.

At this time, the wolf mountain has long been a thing, and the wolf head symbols that can be seen everywhere that represent its prestige have long been demolished, and those defensive buildings that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, as well as the houses used by the people to live, have long been bulldozed.

On Weiwolf Mountain now, there is only the newly renovated grave on the horse farm and the back slope that Gu Zheng is very familiar with, and it can be vaguely seen that this is the place where he once lived.

Ma Fengyun in the picture has already gray temples and a slightly curved back, but he still has the courage of his youth.

The years have left marks on his face, but life has not left too much suffering on his body.

Whether it is from Ma Fengyun's spirit or expression, he has lived a fairly smooth life over the years.

When the group led by Ma Fengyun reached the foot of the back hill, he stopped the group of men and horses following him from continuing to follow, and asked the orderly to take out the sacrifice he had prepared in advance from the back car of the convoy, and walked alone with a large bag towards the back hill that he was most familiar with and missed.

Now is the best season of the year in Gan Province, that short spring, will be all over the mountains and flowers and plants are blowing vigorous, shaking and trembling in the breeze, yellow, green and green are very gratifying.

But now Ma Fengyun has no time to enjoy the beauty given by nature, and his pace is speeding up a little as the destination gets closer and closer.

Suddenly, the stone road, which was originally a ladder slope, was instantly smoothed out, and a cemetery made of white stones, a specialty of Gan Province, appeared in front of Ma Fengyun's eyes.

The tombstones are all of a uniform system, densely distributed on both sides of the hillside, and can be traced back to a family from each other's names.

But among so many tombs, there is finally a tombstone that is a little different, because it is built in the mausoleum park that symbolizes the leaders of the horse bandits in the past, but the owner of the tombstone is not surnamed Ma.