Zhao Zilong's brows tightened, and he was about to ask, when someone ran from afar and said, "Boss, Mrs. Tai, the meal is ready." ”

"Okay." The long-haired boss was busy all day, and he was also hungry, "Pass the order, prepare good wine, I want to have a few drinks with this Zhao brother today." ”

Zhao Zilong was indeed hungry, and when he saw that the other party was so polite, he no longer shirked.

Between meals, the old man told some more things. Zhao Zilong also gradually became familiar with the composition of these people, the descendants of the banner people in Zhenjiang were the main force, and there were many people in the city who fled from Nanjing.

Especially the young women, who were smeared with the image of the dominatrix. However, Zhao Zilong can see at a glance that they all have the spirit and beauty of Jiangnan people.

Seeing such a well-dressed man suddenly coming, many Nanjing women cast envious eyes.

The old woman suddenly smiled: "Zhao Zhuangshi, I want to tell you a secret that only belongs to this ancient tomb community today. ”

Zhao Zilong was slightly stunned, and then said respectfully: "Listen up." ”

"That's why our community is as safe as a rock, but the people who come don't go out anymore." After saying that, the old man laughed.

"Huh?" Zhao Zilong's eyes widened, and he was a little puzzled, "Isn't there more and more?" ”

"Well," an older woman interjected, "there are hundreds of people in our community now." ”

"She's only half-talked," the old woman glared at the other, took another sip of her tea, and said, "That's the one who came to us, either stay or—" She made a motion to wipe her neck.

Such an obliterating gesture did not cause any reaction from the others. It can be seen that fighting and killing are already commonplace for these weak women.

"So," the woman smiled, "Zhang Zhuangshi, after dinner today, you will have to pick a daughter-in-law in our community." ”

"What?" Zhao Zilong almost jumped up, and his heart suddenly became anxious. Although these 'dominatriks' from Nanjing are all like flowers, he doesn't have time to waste here?

"I, I, I still have a mission." After reacting, Zhao Zilong hurriedly said.

"Where are you going?" A beautiful girl stared at Zhao Zilong. She is the only girl who does not have "makeup". Others' faces are all black, and she is crystal clear.

"Xuzhou." Zhao Zilong replied respectfully, "The military situation there is urgent, and the armaments are busy, so I can't afford the slightest delay or delay." ”

"Then you're missing out on the good thing." The beautiful girl said with some regret: "Fang Cai, the second master still wants to marry my cousin to you." ”

"Wow!" There was a commotion among the girls.

Zhao Zilong's eyes narrowed, and at a glance he could see that there was a beautiful girl hiding under the black mud who was at a loss.

"Thanks to the kindness of the second master," Zhao Zilong arched his fist, and then bowed to the older lady. He guessed correctly, that was the boss's wife, the second in charge.

She was also a refugee from Nanjing, and her husband, a colonel in the national army, died honorably while holding on to Xiaguan.

It is said that her husband's body was found only after she braved the water temperature above and below zero degrees and swam across most of the Yangtze River.

At that time, the long-haired boss was helping refugees in Jiangbei and helped her complete the funeral, so she married the other party.

"Since you can't live and fly together," the second master glanced at the two of them, and said, "Then I will also report the name." As soon as she raised her hand, the cousin came out.

The pretty girl was taken out by everyone and cleaned up before she came out. Now, although it is plain-faced, it is still a national beauty.

"Zhao, strong man," the girl, accompanied by her cousin, gave a generous salute, "The little woman has her surname Shangguan, and her single name is a snow character." ”

"Under the surname Zhao," Zhao Zilong also replied, "Name...... Zilong. ”

For some reason, he always felt that this girl was not a character that people would forget. However, seeing this girl, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but think of Li Xiaoling.

"I don't know, where is Xiaoling now, and what are she doing?"

In the following time, everyone cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and took their places.

The old woman left Zhao Zilong alone and advised: "Now, everyone is considered relatives." ”

"I wonder what to call it now?" Zhao Zilong was still a little confused about this sudden arrangement.

"That girl, I mean Cher's cousin, is my daughter-in-law's niece and daughter, you can decide for yourself." The old woman smiled.

Zhao Zilong sorted out his thoughts, in this way, Shangguan Xue should also call the long-haired boss an uncle, the old man is theoretically his grandmother, as soon as he thought of this, he immediately saluted and said: "Grandmother, please accept the nephew." ”

After saluting, the old woman took a glass of wine from the tent and said, "Have another drink." Zhao Zilong wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he drank it.

The old woman said, "I told you half before the meal, and I tell you now, you must have obtained the so-called 'treasure map' of one of the legendary 'Eight Great Families', right?" ”

Zhao Zilong raised his eyebrows, thinking that it was worth it to recognize a relative in a daze just now, and immediately asked in surprise: "Old man, why did you say this?" ”

"It's simple," replied the old woman proudly, "it's a long story, it's at least a hundred years old, and that's the story of our Manchurians guarding Zhenjiang."

I'll tell you today, those drawings are actually blank sheets of paper that our ancestors exhorted our descendants. If you don't believe it, you can look for it according to the above, and you will know the deep meaning of the old man's words. ”

"What?" Zhao Zilong saw Fang Zheng's serious appearance, his expression was a little dark, and his original fantasy was immediately shattered.

But he now had an impulse in his heart to throw away and burn that silk drawing.

However, he still held back, if he took it out now, wouldn't it be a loss of face?

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That night, Zhao Zilong was arranged in the middle of a group of women from Nanjing, he did not dare to make a mistake, meditated cross-legged, and rested with a special pranayama until dawn.

Leave there, and the drawings can no longer be carried with you. He still didn't give up, silently kept it in his heart, and then buried it under a pavilion.

The pavilion is an antiquity, in disrepair, and Zhao Zilong wrote down its specific location before leaving.

In front of him is Hongze Lake, according to his previous habit, he was going to see it, but now he is not in the mood at all.

Zhao Zilong continued to walk forward, and suddenly found that he had reached the end of the road. It turned out that there was a direct access to a land and water pier, and there was no land route, only the waterway remained.

Looking back, he was afraid that he would have to go further, so he had to go on a boat.

Who knows, as soon as Zhao Zilong got on the boat, he saw a woman he met yesterday.