Staring at the huge money bag in his hand, Bing Ding You couldn't calm down.

"Big, big...... Elder brother. As soon as the autumn wind blew, the cold soldiers under their crotch trembled and said, "Let's go...... Finish. ”

"Come and help me." The soldier went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"Let's run...... too," the speaker also had palpitations.

"No, then, collect the money." The eldest brother finally came back to his senses: "No, it's cheaper for these homeless people." ”

"Oh!" The soldiers then helped each other to get up, each of them cleaned up their moods, and continued to collect money without mentioning it.

Looking back at the dilapidated Fan Yuting, one of the men in the big clothes said angrily: "Why does the eldest brother want to give money, just kill it." ”

"It's just ten cents. Could it be that it has become a ten-penny murder? Qu Shuai sneered and smiled: "I, waiting for Taishan heroes, how can we practice ourselves like this." ”

"Big brother has a point. For ten cents, I stained the steel knife in our hands, and this business is not done. And they answered.

Turning over a gentle slope, the easy water that meanders like a jade belt comes into view. On the banks of the Yishui River, a row of paddle boats are moored in a simple harbor. The upper and lower floors can accommodate 100 people. One trip can transport thousands of people.

"The country of thistle is also too stingy. I heard that when the 3,000 pirates in charge of the Bohai Sea were destroyed a few days ago, they were all large ships that could hold 1,000 people. There are more homeless people here than ants, so why not change to a big boat. ”

"It's good to turn around when the boat is small." Qu Shuai chuckled: "Let's get on the boat." ”

"Whoa!"

Looking around, a group of strong men mixed in with the staggering flow of people, and moved with the wanderers towards the port.

"Predecessors stopped." Qu Shuai was about to board the boat, when someone suddenly spoke behind him. The big man in the big clothes who blended into the crowd suddenly tightened. He was about to draw his sword and fight, but he heard the man say, "The captain of the team is out." ”

The homeless people looked back and forth, and they all turned their eyes to the high-spirited man who was dressed in a cloak and hid his face under the hat. There is no way, compared with these skinny, yellow-skinned, weak, and crumbling homeless, the powerful man in the cloth does not look like a homeless person.

With a sigh, Qu Shuai slowly straightened up, making him even more burly and towering.

The momentum is overwhelming.

The surrounding displaced people have avoided it. A clearing flashed out.

"Come with me, strong man." The young scribe, who had previously recorded the number of people on board, stepped forward.

"Where are you going?" Qu Shuai pretended not to know. He really didn't know.

"Go to the Golden Terrace, the Sifang Pavilion." The young scribe looked at Qu Shuai Kong Wu's body and showed surprise on his face: "A strong man is not an ordinary person, how can he blend into the camp of the homeless camp." You can go to the Sifang Pavilion, and if you pass the exam, you can do it. It is used by the thistle country. ”

"Dare to ask what an exam is."

"Xiao He raised Han Xin, set up an altar to worship, and did not take the exam again." The scribe said: "It is 'examination and examination'." ”

"But 'filial piety', 'Mao Caiyi', 'virtuous and square'?" As soon as he heard the inspection, Qu Shuai understood.

"No, no. It is 'excellent and first', 'good walking and water riding', 'one enemy to a hundred', 'one horse is a thousand' or 'ten thousand enemies', and so on. The young scribe couldn't help but speak, and suddenly approached, pulled Qu Shuai and left.

The big men in the clothes hiding in the team suddenly sweated for him.

The last little white face who also wanted to pull the big brother's hand was split into two pieces with a knife.

"Slow down. There are also brothers in the team...... "Qu Shuai didn't dare to push too hard, for fear of tearing this weak scholar to the ground."

"Where?" The scribe stopped.

Look back. But all the strong men who are dressed in lily clothes and stand tall are vividly remembered: "But the long man in the lily robe? ”

"Exactly." Qu Shuai replied.

"What's so hard about this, let's call it together."

"That's it, that's it." Qu Shuai's right hand was caught, so he changed to his left hand and waved it gently. The big man in the cloth understood it, and then walked out of the queue of displaced people and gathered around Qu Shuai.

"It's an eventful time for you to do what you can do. Isn't it a great joy when you are born! The scribe stretched out his arm and beckoned vigorously. On the north bank of Yishui, there is a painting boat crossing.

Sending everyone on board, the scribe suddenly thought of something again: "The strong man left his name." I will also recommend it to you. ”

"Langya Yanlang." Qu Shuai blurted out.

"Langya Yan ......" The scribe who was carefully recording suddenly frowned: "This name...... Who took it? ”

"It's ......" Qu Shuai couldn't help but run out of words, and asked instead: "The name is only the number one ear, what does it matter?" ”

"The eldest husband should be equipped with a three-foot sword, crisscrossing the battlefield, and leaving a name in history. How can you call it a common name? 'Meng Lang, Yu is a little bit. The word wave is frivolous and indecent, why not ......" the young scribe crossed out the water character on the left, "Why not call it Yan Liang." ”

"Can it be taken from the 'alienated relatives, humble and respectful' Marquis Zhang Liang?" Someone behind him suddenly asked.

"No, no, no." The young scribe replied without looking back: "It is Zhang Liang, the marquis who 'retired after success, and has no worries'." After speaking, this was neatly written next to the blackened bamboo piece with the word Yan Liang.

"Before the war started, it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat. I thought about retiring after success, are I too forgetful? The man said again.

"The past cannot be admonished, the coming can still be chased, why not be optimistic about the changes of the times." After drying the ink, the young scribe carefully rolled up the bamboo slips, tied them with ribbons, put them in a brocade bag, and presented them to Qu Shuai with both hands: "And hand over the recommendation to the curator of the Quartet, everything will be known." ”

"Thank you." For some reason, there was a trace of respect in Qu Shuai's eyes. When the painting boat was offshore, Qu Shuai remembered that he didn't know the name of the scribe. Then he clasped his fists and asked, "Who is under the feet?" ”

"Ji Guotai Academy, Hu Fu."

"There will be a date later." Qu Shuai took it to heart.

Hu Fu also erected a long causeway and sent each other off.

Getting up again, the ship was gone.

Suddenly, hearing a sigh behind him, Hu Fu turned around and met the person before.

Seeing that he was handsome but heroic, he asked politely, "Who is here?" ”

"Zhao E."

"What do you want?"

"Go to the country of thistle."

"Listen to the accent of the feet, it is the Xiliang clan, why did you come thousands of miles to join the country?" Hu Fu asked again.

"Because of ......" Zhao E asked rhetorically: "Yan Lang didn't say a word before, and was pushed across the river by foot." Why do you ask so many questions if it is me? ”

"Nine-foot-long, why ask?" Hu Fu was stunned.

"......" Zhao E sighed: "Borrowed." ”

Hu Fu woke up and made amends: "I didn't mean to make it difficult." Because I didn't understand military affairs, I pushed Yan Liang to the Sifang Pavilion and handed it over to someone who knew about military affairs for evaluation. And when you see the next Confucianism, you must be a fellow believer. Hu Fu is not talented, but he is also fortunate to have seen many Gao Shijunjie in the academic world, so he asked a few more questions. The national crisis is at the time of employing people. If he is talented, Hu Fu should recommend it to the king. ”

"I see." Zhao E solemnly replied: "When I was in Chang'an, I had a relationship with King Ji. The king of Meng did not give up, and ordered me to come to the country of Ji as an official. That's how light it goes. ”

"Where's the family?"

"Temporarily live in the mansion of the general of Luoyang Fuhan."

"I see." Hu Fu smiled happily and asked, "Is there a king's writing?" ”

"Here is the letter." Zhao E took the letter and showed it.

"Sure enough, it's the king's handwriting." Hu Fu is a senior disciple of Cui Wei. How can I not know Liu Bei's handwriting. "In this case, you can go straight to Nangang by wheel boat, and you will be picked up by someone."

"Thank you." Seeing that Hu Fu was young, he advanced and retreated in a certain way, and he was quite stylish, and Zhao E looked forward to this trip even more.

Boarding a paddle ferry clipper, Zhao E went to Nangang without mentioning it.