Hearing Qi Yan's answer that was extremely rough in its short answer, for a while, Shen Gui didn't know what to say. In line with the principle of careful verification, he kicked Qi Hui, who was concentrating on driving the frame, and the other party just "tsk" and replied "don't make trouble", and didn't say anything more......

Obviously, Qi Hui also thinks that there is nothing wrong with the "New World Project" that Guan Beidou has pursued all his life......

Shen Guiyi sat on the wheel, was stunned for a long time, and asked puzzledly:

“…… That...... You can't afford to hear from Di...... Is it just because of me? ”

"Or else? It's not just the two of us, including the two sisters-in-law, Yan Laoer, He Wendao, Old Man Wu, and Jiang Sanye...... Basically everyone thinks that we are somewhat at a loss about you and Di Ting...... At first, it was for a hibiscus ointment, can he make such a big move and chase and fight? ”

"I... This... How can I tell you...... Hey......"

Shen Gui let out a long sigh, his arms around his knees, his shoulders on the carriage, tilting his head, staring at the slightly dim sky......

He has always believed that those elders and friends who are always willing to stand behind him are because they also have the same concept and transcendent wisdom to understand the world, so they will coincide with him and go to this Huayu change together; But I didn't expect Jing Qi Yan to say it so casually, but suddenly shattered all his unilateral thoughts!

It turned out that no one could understand his thoughts, and no one thought that the idea of listening was contrary to this generation...... And they are willing to help with their lives until death; It's just out of "the trust of friends, the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, and the arrogance and doting of the elders for the younger generations......

It turns out that those deceased people who died unexpectedly were never for the sake of the common people in the world and justice in the world; It's just for a mere Shen Gui......

Shen Gui smiled, smiled and smiled, and tears flowed out...... Qi Hui, who was originally driving the car, immediately grabbed the reins in horror and pulled the two old horses to a halt; And Qi Yan, who was lying on the top of the carriage looking at the sky, felt the carriage shake, and immediately clasped the two fingertip knives upside down in his hands, vigilantly observing the surroundings......

Shen Gui saw that the two of them were inexplicably nervous, immediately raised his sleeves, wiped away his tears, laughed and patted Qi Hui and said:

"It's okay, it's good, trust me! Let's go! ”

Qi Hui stared at Shen Gui for a long time with an inquiring gaze; Seeing that there really wasn't anything wrong with his brain, he waved his horsewhip, shook the reins, and whispered a sentence in his mouth:

"The brain made the car door squeeze, right?"

Qi Yan also turned over, lay back on the roof of the car, and said lazily:

"This is a summer car you rented, and it is also hung with coarse cloth curtains, and there is no way to ...... at all."

The carriage rolled eastward, leaving two deep marks on the late summer dirt......

Eight days and nights, in the blink of an eye.

To the south of Yanjing City, there is a small place called Zhuolu County, which is under the jurisdiction of Jizhou Road. It is said that thousands of years ago, the two emperors of Yan and Huang "knew how to hunt" here, setting off an earth-shattering battle of Zhuolu. It was also this war that opened the long picture of Huayu civilization.

Since then, this place has been named "Zhuolu", and is known as the first ancient battlefield of Huayu, with a long history and outstanding people.

As for a more realistic point of view, Zhuolu County has an open and flat terrain, fertile soil, and convenient access to water; Natural resources such as sand, gravel and wood are also abundant and readily available, and it is extremely convenient to cultivate and livestock, which is very suitable for human beings to reproduce again.

Of course, this place has been known as "Youyan Fertile Soil, Jizhou Cream" in ancient times.

The land of Yan Zhao has been a generous and sad man since ancient times. The people of Jizhou have always been fierce and heroic, and the brave generals who have left their names in history are also like the gravel of the Yuhe River, and there are countless of them. With such cultural heritage and fine traditions, the people here are generally martial, whether it is a fisherman or a peddler's pawn, more or less have also practiced a few times "dealer style"!

At present, the Huayu War has not yet ended, so the people of Zhuolu County, although they are under the shade of "the feet of the Son of Heaven", have no heart to work, and they have nothing to do all day long. After being bored for a long time, it is natural to feel bored. Gradually, the villagers gathered in the tea house by convention, or to fight a card, or to bite a worm, or to have a small dish of salt fried beans, two or two mixed soup and turbid wine, looking for the taste of "drunk life and dream death......

As for those who don't have the money to "sell wine and play", there is no shortage of pastime and land for fun.

At the entrance of the village in Zhuolu County, there is a tea house, called the "Three Generals Teahouse". It is said to be a teahouse, but it is indeed a large bowl of tea, and two buds of tea are placed in a bucket of water, and the taste is about equal to white water. There are no good dishes to eat, nothing more than seasonal melons, fruits, pears and peaches, and pickles.

In the peaceful years, these three generals' teahouses played the role of a "recruitment office"; Those who work hard to help the farmers of large households, the craftsmen who go through the state to do odd jobs, the caravans of dart masters who pass through this place, and so on...... All the strangers who pass by here are accustomed to resting here and waiting for the Lord's employment by the way.

At present, wars are raging, the hospitality of caravans and darts has plummeted, and business is not as good as day by day; Although there are also a large number of local idlers who fill this vacancy, the scene looks equally lively and festive; However, the spending power of different customer groups cannot be the same.

Of course, the villagers are happy, but the shopkeeper is going to close down!

It wasn't until one day that a novelist who was hiding from the war happened to pass by here and saved the shopkeeper of the "Three Generals' Teahouse"! Relying on his golden mouth to attract customers, and adopting the business method of small profits and quick turnover, he barely managed to maintain this small shop in this chaotic world.

The difficult world is equivalent to a big wave of sand for businessmen. This is like a bear that encounters heavy snow and covers the mountain, which one has rough skin and thick flesh and can withstand this cold winter; Then when the spring flowers bloom and the glacier thaws, the whole mountain will belong to it alone!

As soon as noon passed today, inside and outside the Three Generals Teahouse, as usual, it was full of local idlers and lazy people; Even on the old crooked-necked tree outside the teahouse, there were dozens of half-old children riding, and the branches of the tree were crumbling......

The purpose of learning to tell books is to support one's family and establish one's life; But in addition, if the audience is enthusiastic and the atmosphere is high, it is also a great encouragement and exercise for the artists themselves. Recently, this little gentleman with an average level and limited ability has gained great professional satisfaction in Zhuolu County, and he is quite happy!

Syllable!

The storyteller sat in the middle of the teahouse, shook the wood in his hand, and blurted out four sentences of the set poem, suppressing the gossip of the villagers:

"Feng Shui magicians are accustomed to saying emptiness, and the guide refers to the north and the west to the east. If there is really a dragon and tiger land, why not bury it back then! ”

"Good ......"

"Gossip aside, let's get back to business. What the last book said was that Xuande Gong helped the old and the young to cross the Huajiang River, and Zhao Zilong went in seven times and went out seven times to protect the young ......"

There is no doubt that this little gentleman is telling the story of the Three Kingdoms, which is rotten on the street. Yesterday was Changban Slope, and today it's time to talk about Dangyang Bridge. However, this time, he was holding the number one brave general in Zhuolu County, General Zhang San. The books are old books, and the villagers are all familiar with them, but they still love to listen to them. Nothing else, just because in this set of books, there is a native of the country, which sounds particularly kind and vivid!

Although the book is an old book, the narrative is slightly different; And in such a chaotic time, who can have a cheap "entertainment" to relax their tense nerves?

"Yuan Rang, don't rush in! The beard was thick and black and stunned, and he didn't have to worry about it; But you see that deep in the dense forest on the other side, there is a faint dust, which is clearly ......"

Just as the story was about to be exciting, around the originally silent teahouse, there was a faint sound of Jin Ge's iron armor! At this moment, the villagers are still immersed in the scene outlined by the storyteller in words, unconsciously; But the storyteller himself is very sane; He was disturbed by the chaotic sound, and immediately frowned and looked into the distance......

Really! In the distance, there is a dusty sky, and there must be an enemy army in ambush...... That's not right! This is Jizhou Zhuolu, not Jingchu Dangyang!

Soon, a middle-aged general riding on a tall horse appeared from the dust. The man was about forty years old, not tall but sturdy enough; His face was slightly yellow, with a short strand of hair under his chin, and a slight bookish air between his eyebrows and eyes; But his lips were chapped, his complexion was dull, his body was dusty, and he looked like he had just traveled a long way, and he was very tired......

This person is the commander of the Nankang Relief Army, Pang Qingshan.

At first, the villagers were still a little puzzled, this person drank a big bowl of tea casually with three copper plates, and he was really not foolish when he talked about books, and he still had a "scene" today...... But as the other party got closer and closer, the villagers saw Fu Hu Qinghai, the regimental training master of Zhuolu County, and took a few villagers to go up to interrogate and interrogate, and then they were dismembered on the spot......

As soon as the smell of blood wafted in, everyone quickly pulled away from the wonderful story......

"Mom! Run! The southern barbarians have called......"

After a quarter of an hour of chaos, the villagers who were about to flee north with their families turned back to the vicinity of the teahouse......

It turns out that this small county of Zhuolu has already been surrounded by tens of thousands of worries and has been surrounded by an iron bucket!

Seeing the panicked appearance of this group of headless flies, Pang Qingshan sneered quite contemptuously, and then dismounted with one leg and strode into the Three Generals' Teahouse. He looked around, picked up half of the green radish on the table, and didn't ask who the owner was, and gnawed out the sound of "quacking and jumping......

The storyteller was not very old, looking at the crimson steel knife in the hands of the enemy army, and looking at the remains of the villager who had been chopped into a puddle of rotten meat in the distance, and his heart was terrified to the extreme! The legs and feet are weak, and the waist is also soft; As soon as the waist is weak, the chair can't sit still...... As the sound of Pang Qingshan nibbling radish became more and more crisp, his whole person also slid under the chair as soft as mud......

Outside the teahouse, there are local villagers from Zhuozhou County, as well as tens of thousands of deadly and murderous worry relief troops! The scene was strange and quiet, tense to the extreme, and no one dared to pant loudly......

Suddenly, Pang Qingshan was spicy to his tongue by a mouthful of green radish; He coughed a few times, tilted his head and spat out the residue in his mouth:

"Phew...... Hey, the storyteller! I just heard you say that there is dust on this side...... And then what? What's wrong with it? ”

"Back to ...... Return...... Back to the words of the military master! …… And then ...... And then ......"