Li Su rode a horse and galloped towards Jingyang County with Wang Zhuan.

Just now in front of my father, I was full of words, and after this matter was not done properly, I changed my name to Jingyang grandson, and my father was very relieved after hearing it, and without saying a word, he smoked Li Suxian to show his praise.

The son has become a grandson, what has become of the father? Jingyang son?

It's not good to talk about this generation.

The angry Li Su kept galloping his horse, Zhou County ordered Zheng Xiaolou to take Zheng Xiaolou without paying attention to the rules, and he was inexplicably beaten by his father, and Li Su was on fire at this time.

The sound of the wind whistled in his ears, the cold wind blew his face painfully, and the scenery in his eyes quickly regressed.

Although the county seat is only dozens of miles away from Chang'an, but the prosperity of Cheng dù is very different, compared to the bustle of Chang'an City, Jingyang County is much more deserted, it is in the late autumn season, the weather is so cold that it is evil, the street is empty, only a few figures walk by, the wine shop on the street is sitting in twos and threes passing by the sharp Hu merchants, groups of camels are blocked in the middle of the street, emitting a burst of foul smell.

Li Su frowned and covered his nose as he walked through the Hu Shang procession, and when he arrived at the Jingyang County Ya, it was almost dusk.

This is the first time Li Su has seen the county government of this era, and the places he used to enter were all Gaomen mansions, or the magnificent Taiji Palace, and the county government in front of him is basically the difference between the Western Leiyin Temple and the local land temple compared to those wealthy families and palaces, not at all