Gu Nan didn't take long to get up and go to Mo's house, Shang Jia walked back and forth in the house, and then mustered up the courage to go out for a walk. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But she didn't dare to leave the Gu family, first, because she was afraid of being seen by acquaintances, and secondly, because she was lying.

She smelled the flowers and walked into the courtyard, where the lotus flowers were blooming in the pavilion by the pond, and some of them were already blooming with green lotus flowers.

The green and pink reflect each other, and the color is more vivid and beautiful.

The tip of the nose is fragrant, refreshing, fragrant but not greasy, and the sunlight is projected on other places except the gazebo, and the light makes the still water in the gap of the pool reflect a dazzling light.

Shang Jia sat down in the pavilion, the beautiful scenery in front of her made her mood particularly good, she quietly watched the dragonfly standing on the lotus leaf, and the fish quietly hiding from the cat under the lotus leaf. It's nice to be entertained without bothering anyone.

Gu Nan was discussing affairs with Marshal Mo in Marshal Mo's mansion.

In recent days, there have been bandits in and out of Xiaolong County outside Pingcheng, robbing the people's daughters, not to mention arresting most of the peasants in the small county to work as coolies for him.

These rogues first entered Xiaolong County and caused panic in the surrounding counties, it must have been the idea of wanting to level the city, otherwise he really couldn't figure out why those rogues went to such great lengths to wreak havoc in Xiaolong County.

He secretly thought in his heart that this matter had something to do with, after all, he occupied the mountains in Xiaolong County, "This bandit." ”

"Marshal." The guard stepped forward and handed him a letter. "Sent by the people."

Marshal Mo's eyes lit up. "What about people?"

"It's gone."

"Rubbish!" Marshal Mo kicked him. "Get out." The guard staggered and had to walk away quickly.

Gu Nan stood aside,, from Xiaolong County, why did this person sound so familiar.

Marshal Mo opened the letter and saw a few small words written on it. 'If you want people to live, I want 200,000. ’

The words are upside down, and those bandits are all uneducated peasants, and they don't even write a decent word.

"Presumptuous." Marshal Mo slapped the buttery paper on the table. "This is playing tricks on me, and I'm looking for me when I have no food." Marshal Mo pondered.

Gu Nan glanced at the note on the table, looked at the words that were upside down, and couldn't help frowning.

He once heard Gu Yan mention this person, the, who used to be a thief with Gu Yan, now occupies the mountains of Xiaolong County, not to mention, and also arrests half of the villagers in Xiaolong County.

In this year, the peasants were already in chaos, and the farmers' harvest was not high, and the actually caught the peasants as a threat and came to the government to ask for money.

"Nanzi, this bandit is ruthless enough." Marshal Mo gritted his teeth. "You have an idea of how to clean him up."

"Marshal, in my opinion, it is better to talk to him." Gu Nan said.

"Talk?" Marshal Mo's brows stretched slightly. "What he wants is money, and he asks for 200,000 yuan when he opens his mouth, and his tone is really not small."

"But will the marshal let the villagers of Xiaolong County be killed by him?" Gu Nan moved his Adam's apple.

"Of course not." Marshal Mo looked at the yellowed note on the table: "I really want to beat this group of bandits and call me my mother." ”

"Dad......" Mo Jinlan walked in with a cup of tea. Two less. She exclaimed.

"Miss Mo." Gu Nan glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze.

"Nanzi, do you have any confidence?" Marshal Mo looked at him.

"Marshal ......"

"I'll hand over a battalion to you, and I'll leave this matter to you, how about it?" Marshal Mo looked at him thoughtfully.

"Daddy......" Mo Jinlan put the teacup on the table, and then looked at the note on the table, she had also heard about it, but she didn't know the specifics, but to resist the bandits, how can a battalion do it. How does a battalion go about fighting? ”

"Nanzi, what do you think?"

Gu Nan thought calmly, if the strength of a battalion was really hard work, he really couldn't grasp it, but if he could compromise peacefully, he wouldn't need so many people.

It's easy to say, but it's hard to say.

After thinking for a moment, he furrowed his brow, "I can try." He said.

Marshal Mo laughed a few times, then put his hand on his shoulder. "Youyong, good!"

He is nothing to the Mo family, and being willing to hand over a battalion to him can be regarded as a kind of trust in him.

"Second less, a battalion is more dangerous...... Mo Jinlan couldn't help but worry a little about him. Dad, let's just send a few more battalions to Ershao. ”

"Shut up!" Marshal Mo roared. "You know what ......"

Mo Jinlan was suddenly stunned, and then didn't know how to answer.

"Jinlan, if it's okay, go out first, and the old man will discuss things." Marshal Mo lowered his tone and said seriously.

"But ......" Mo Jinlan stopped talking, then looked at the two of them and turned to leave.

"Nanzi, I've heard about your performance at the Wujing Military Academy, take out your strength, what I lack is talent." Marshal Mo looked appreciative of cherishing talents.

"The marshal has won the award, I will do my best." Gu Nan said.

The valley near Xiaolong County is steep and steep, and there are many people under the mountain, so it is eye-catching for Tang Tu to go with a battalion, not to mention that there may also be among the villagers.

Gu Nan thought about it, chatted with Marshal Mo for a few times, and then was left for dinner, it was getting late at the moment, and he couldn't refuse.

Seeing this situation, he was going to take over a battalion tomorrow, and the blood in Gu Nan's body couldn't help but boil a little.

The Mo family's western-style building is deserted, and the house is decorated with elegant and artistic, with an antique literati atmosphere.

Marshal Mo walked into the dining hall and looked at the sumptuous dinner on the table, and at this moment, Mrs. Mo Jinlan was standing aside.

Marshal Mo took the opportunity to sit down, "Nanzi, seat!" He said.

Marshal Mo was born in the military, and his ancestors have been soldiers for several generations. His speech and demeanor are not pampered at all, even if he has such a big status, he is also low-key.

Gu Nan sat down beside him, looking at the delicious food prepared by the Mo family, but he was still thinking about how to use the fastest and easiest way to negotiate with the.

"Seats!" Seeing Mo Jinlan's squirming appearance, Mrs. Mo arranged her to sit next to Gu Nan, and then sat down by herself.

"Nanzi is really a good seedling!" Marshal Mo praised. "His analytical thinking alone is no worse than my chief of staff." Marshal Mo took a glass of wine and took a sip.

"Nanzi is good." Mrs. Mo smiled, "Otherwise, how could Jinlan be so attentive to him." She said casually.

Mo Jinlan blushed a little. "Mother......" The chopsticks in her hand stopped, and she lowered her head and shouted Mrs. Mo.

Mrs. Mo chuckled a few times, and then stopped talking.

"Nanzi, do you have a red face?" Marshal Mo asked suddenly.

This stumped him a little, if it was normally, he would have answered, but Mrs. Mo's words made him suddenly feel that he didn't save face for Mo Jinlan by saying this.

Although Mo Jinlan and Mrs. Mo looked leisurely, their ears were pointed at the moment.

Gu Nan hesitated for a moment, and then said lightly, "Yes." ”

"Oh?" Marshal Mo seemed a little surprised. "Which lady?"

Mrs. Mo smiled and put some vegetables into Mo Jinlan's bowl, "Look at the food you have eaten so little these days, don't be hungry and lose weight." "Mrs. Mo's words revealed concern, and seemed to imply something." I heard Ruoqing say that the second young man likes the woman in the fireworks field in Pingcheng? I don't know if it's true or not? Mrs. Mo asked.

Her words were a little sharp, and Marshal Mo also heard something different.

"Women don't talk nonsense." Marshal Mo accentuated his tone. "Nanzi, eat." He said.

He is different from Mrs. Mo, Mrs. Mo thinks about her son-in-law, but he thinks about talents.