Ji Mo was originally a slave under Ji's mother's name, and at the beginning, the Wuzhu family supported the Wang clan, and he also fought to the death with Ji Chenhu, who went south to rob the population, together with hundreds of Wuzhu slaves.

After finally becoming a captive, Ji Mo also became the leader of her Neikufang Ding with Ji's mother's surrender.

"Big lady, the villain is willing to take twenty Neikufang Ding and ten small boats, and also go to the Song boat to meet this Lou and invite him back to the workshop to meet the big lady."

“…… It doesn't have to be that way. She already knew that although Ji Mo was young, he had participated in various battles in Nankyushu to keep the territory of the remnants, so he had full control over the three hundred Fangding in the inner library, and at this time she couldn't help but laugh dumbly,

"It's not a battle between the two armies, but it's just for business in the East China Sea."

While appreciating his bravery with her eyes, she also explained with a smile,

"This Lord Lou likes to take risks so much, everything is unexpected, where will he sit on the Song boat and wait for news? Let them search the shop, if we can catch one or two Song people who attacked my house, we are afraid that he will not send them to the door-? ”

Ji Mo thought about it, and nodded with a smile, but Xiao Ruiniang looked at the pigeon letter booklet in her hand, and said in surprise:

"Big Lady ......"

Xiao Ruiniang accidentally pulled out another narrow piece of paper from the thin pigeon letter, which was obviously not a pigeon letter.

The child lowered her head, unfolded the fine paper by herself, and found at a glance that the texture of this letter paper was only available in the Great Song Dynasty, and a roll of blue pattern paper that was to be sold for one or two gold chips in the Tang Fang, she looked at a few lines of Chinese ink characters on the letterhead, and couldn't help but get close to the firelight, and muttered:

"The Great Song Dynasty Shangqing Che Du Wei was ordered to raise the Quanzhou City Ship Supervisor Envoy Goryeo Sea Ship Gift, and the official building Yuncheng to the Tangfang heroine Ji Shi——"

Although Xiao Ruiniang was dizzy by Lou Yun's series of official titles, she was under the personal guidance of Ji Qingchen. The characters who had already memorized the official position system of the Great Song Dynasty immediately put away the blue paper, did not dare to look at the following content, stretched out his hand and handed it to Ji Qingchen, and whispered: "Big lady, it was the envoy who wrote a letter." ”

Ji Mo and Ji Qingchen were surprised at the same time, and after glancing at each other. Ji Mo stretched out his hand to summon the two of them to step forward. Turning the fire brighter, she unfolded the blue-patterned paper and saw the greeting on it. But it's only an eight-word text message:

"The remaining veins of Donglu have passed away for a long time."

Before Xiao Ruiniang, who was peeking, could not figure out what these eight words meant, Ji Qingchen couldn't help but smile and said:

"This Lord Lou has a good pair of hands."

Ji Mo's thick eyebrows are deeply locked. Hesitantly:

"Big lady, this letter. It seems to mean a gesture of goodwill......"

She glanced at him, secretly thinking that he was indeed worthy of being a slave by Wu Zhu's side, far more favorable than ordinary people to the envoy from Middle-earth, and just now he had to return the color in anger. Kill Lou Yun on the boat to catch him back, now it's just eight words, which has already made him soft-hearted.

"Naturally, it means to show goodwill. He also knew that he might not be able to take me down, so he sent a secret attack on Tang Fang. I turned my head and wrote a handwritten letter to me, and I had a relationship, thinking that San Lang had told him that my Ji family was originally from Shandong-"

It is also a tradition for thousands of years for the remnants of the Central Plains to flee by boat from the port of Dengju in Shandong Province to the former Silla, Baekje, now Goryeo, Fuso, and even Okinawa during the war.

But now, Shandong Dengzhou port has belonged to the golden country.

As for whether the Ji family was born in Shandong and which family it came from, she didn't know at all, and she didn't care, if it weren't for Ji Chenhu's clamoring to change her surname, how could she be forced to secretly let Ji Chenlong make up the Ji family's family tree in Gaoli?

The longer the history is compiled, the more the ancestors have names and origins, and only in the future will Ji Chenhu be convinced.

Of course she knows San Lang's temperament of great joy, if the ancestor is unknown, there is no way for him to recognize it.

He will definitely say that how could such an ancestor give birth to a descendant like him, he would rather learn from Ping Qingsheng and change his surname to Ping first, anyway, Ping was originally a descendant of the Fuso Lord, and then compiled a family tree to the current Fuso Lord, Fuso Emperor, and the family became an illegitimate child, so it was in line with his heart.

How brainless would she have to be to agree to such a thing?

San Lang lived in the Nanfang mansion for half a year and refused to go home, presumably he should have heard the news that the ancestors of the Ji family were compiled from Shandong, although Erlang Ji Chenlong is still carefully choosing, which Ji family is the most beneficial to their three sisters and brothers to recognize as their ancestors, but San Lang will not worry about this.

His more practical brain than her, when he met Lou Yun, the Song envoy, he would never mention that he was going to change his surname to Fusang, maybe he would show off the unwarranted Shandong ancestor and have a relationship with him.

San Lang also knew that the three abridged versions of the "Analects" that were required to be copied in Fang Xue, the old man named Confucius was quite famous among the scholars and doctors of the Song Dynasty, and their Confucian family seemed to have a Confucian temple in Shandong.

All in all, the ancestors of Shandong sound more face-saving.

"The remaining veins of Donglu have passed away for a long time."

Therefore, Lou Yun also pushed the boat down the river and wrote a letter to express his respect to the Shandong ancestor of the Ji family who didn't know that door.

-- The secret of being an official is to be cheeky.

"Send a message, let Ji Hong carefully inspect all parts of the workshop, monitor the steward sent by the Chen family to ask for relatives, and catch a fine work sent by Lou Yun no matter what, it is best to catch that little scholar."

Originally, she also thought that the little scholar was secretly inspecting the inner library workshop, and the eyes of the workshop were all on him, but she never expected that this kid was just to attract attention, so that it would be convenient for the little Song businessman who was in the paper shop business to hang the lamp in front of her house.

Even Ji Chenhu beat the drum to hold a meeting of the elders, which would cause chaos in the workshop, and was counted among the Lou people, right?

She taught Xiao Rui Niang, and asked her to write down her herald with charcoal and send it back to the workshop, although Ji Mo next to her was full of anger just now, and wanted to arrest the arrogant envoy back and beat him up, but now she saw that she was clearly going to fight against the envoy to the end, but she began to hesitate to persuade her to be too embarrassed with the Song envoy.

It is better for him to be in harmony with his homeland from the bottom of his heart.

She knew what he was thinking, smiled at him soothingly, turned her eyes around, and walked closer to the pine forest on the inner side of the mountain road.

She raised her hand on tiptoe and gently broke the branch.

"Greetings to the envoy, how can I reply accidentally?"

Under the torches held high by the monks, she broke off a small piece of verdant pine leaves on the pine branches, took the charcoal pen in Xiao Ruiniang's hand, took the white paper scroll that the child carried, and wrote two short poems on it with a few strokes, and then handed the pine leaves into her hands.

"Send it back, here's my reply."

With her many years of interaction with Wang Shiqiang, combined with his vassal elegance and love poems, even if she doesn't have the ability to create good poems herself, it is not a problem to simply write two sentences of Tang poems to convey her feelings, support the façade in front of the envoy, and express her admiration for Middle-earth culture.

What's more, in her memories of junior high school Chinese homework in her previous life, most of them were memorized and recited.

Of course, Xiao Ruiniang didn't dare to read what she wrote, so she hurriedly took it, and coupled with the strict order to search for it, she tied it to the pigeon's feet with white silk and released it into the air.

The sound of flapping wings faded away, the donkey's snort was intermittent, and she continued to walk with Rui Niang and Kuding, advancing unhurriedly and slowly on the mountain road, and the roar of the tiger came and went on the side of the West Mountain Road.

"Even if there are no outsiders entering the mountain tonight, it will always be a non-stop night on the first day of the seventh month......

Ji Qingchen muttered to himself, smiled and looked at Xiao Ruiniang,

"Fortunately, the affairs of the Fuso people have nothing to do with us, I want to see what the envoy plans to do."

Xiao Rui Niang forcibly suppressed her excitement, and tried to endure not to ask what was written in her letter, what the pine leaves meant.

And the dexterous pigeon she released, although it was produced in Guangzhou Port, was already familiar with the path between Zhuma Temple and Tangfang, and it flew out of the mountain for a while, and then returned to Ji's Warehouse in Tangfang.

Mr. Li, as one of the members of the Elders Association, was openly absent on the grounds that the Elders Association could only be held during the off-season from October to March, and opposed the reconsideration of the owner.

Mrs. Wang, who is also one of the members of the Elders Association, had already rushed to the Nanfang Mansion for a meeting.

"Mr. Lee."

The stacker hurried over and handed the owner a reply wrapped in white silk.

Li Wending's curiosity is far above Xiao Ruiniang, and of course his patience is more, he glanced at the second steward Chen next to a few tables, neither asked why the little scholar named Junmo had been in the thatched house for so long and still didn't see anyone, nor did he question how despicable it was for the envoy to be in front of him and behind his back, but he still politely sent the silk bag to Steward Chen.

"Please also ask the steward to pass it on to the envoy."

"Why do you need Mr. to command, it's just a matter of duty."

Chen Er's steward is fifty years old, and he was in charge of Bazhenzhai's business in Fusang ten years ago, and now the chief steward who has been in the Chen family's mansion for several years is even more sophisticated.

After he took the silk bag with a smile, he didn't have the slightest consciousness of being a hostage, put down the form that was writing the official names, fields, and dowry gifts of the three generations of the ancestors of the Chen family, and raised his hand to call the accompanying boatman on the side.

The boatman brought the pigeon that had just delivered the letter, and Steward Chen personally tied the silk bag as light as a feather, and he and Li Wending watched the pigeon come out of the window together, and then they glanced at each other, scolding the old traitor and smiling politely at the same time.

In Tang Fang, they continued to discuss various etiquette lists and etiquette for marriage.

Outside Tang Fang, Ji Qingchen and his party had only entered the mountain for fifteen miles, and finally there was the uneasy cooing of the messenger pigeon on the side of the mountain road, but it was not from the sky, but not far ahead.

-- The first watchtower arranged by Tang Fang on the mountain road is already in sight. (To be continued) R655