This post station is in a very remote place, not to say that it is silent after nightfall, that is, in the daytime, there are not many people passing by, the post guards are idle and crazy on weekdays, but let them go back to the county, probably not the New Year, after all, the oil and water in this place is too little, Mo said that compared to the fat shortage of the rich oil and water, it is compared to the group of bitter people in the county, and it is not strong.

So there is no silver in this pocket, what can I do when I go back to the county? If you don't have a family, you have to be frightened even if you go to the lowest-grade kiln to be happy, after all, their identity is at least 108,000 miles away from the level of "not paying money is not considered a prostitute".

As for the ...... who became a family Don't think that the ancient three obedience and four virtues or something, that is, the whole people abide by them, especially in the advanced 21st century, how many of the eight honors and eight shames are remembered? So don't expect those in this group of poor stick postmen to become a family, what good treatment can they have when they go back, not to mention that the mother-in-law at home will not give them a happy life, and wear a few green hats on their heads, then they will go to the temple, ah no, they are worshipping the Bodhisattva in their hearts, after all, without that sesame oil money, the monk may not be able to help you convey his gratitude to the Bodhisattva.

So, this day has just been darkened, these poor post guards began to pack up their things one by two and closed the door, the Ming Dynasty, as long as it is not a 400 li, 600 li, 800 li urgent report, will not carry out any official document transmission at night, after all, most people have night blindness in these years, and it is easy to fall to death while riding a horse at night.

Yang Shangjing brought a full 300 people here, vigil or something, naturally there is no need for the post guards in the post station, of course, if you talk about the understanding of the environment around the post station, the sum of the three hundred soldiers is enough to catch up with the post guards who play the post station, so in the key position, Uncle Zhong still arranged two post guards to help keep vigil.

Uncle Zhong, who is already nearly seventy years old, stood in front of the three post guards with a smile, waved his hand, and naturally sent a tray with his relatives, with three money bags on it, Uncle Zhong grabbed a bag and checked it, there was a commotion inside, although these post guards are now a poor stick, but often engage in some things to usher in, one or two are human spirits, as soon as they hear this movement, they know that there are a lot of copper coins inside, and there must be a few hundred.

"Tonight, the safety of my family's Shao Zhan matter will be handed over to a few people." Uncle Zhong put the copper coin on the tray and motioned for his relatives to send it over, "With a little thought, you can exchange it for some wine and drink, and buy some clothes." ”

When a post man heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows and nodded again and again: "Old man, don't worry, the little ones must do things properly, in this realm, the little ones have been doing three years of errand service, and the surrounding situation is well understood. ”

Uncle Zhong nodded and said with a smile: "Then the old man is relieved." Tonight is safe, and the old man naturally has a thank you gift. ”

When the three postmen heard this, they became more and more happy, and one by two nodded frantically, and each led the two soldiers to the vital place.

Tonight, there are three shifts of 30 people in each patrol near this post station, and nearly one-third of the manpower is used, just for fear that someone will surprise Yang Shangjing.

Regardless of Uncle Zhong or Yang Shangjing, the letter from Yang Shangjing's third uncle is really a little weird, if it weren't for the consideration of some factors, Yang Shangjing would not have risked his life, and Uncle Zhong would not have nodded in agreement.

Therefore, once there is an assassination against Yang Shangjing, it will definitely not be a simple few little thieves, and the characters behind him can basically be described in four words: unfathomable.

After arranging the bright and dark whistles, Uncle Zhong returned to the post station, and did not go back to his house, but lay down in his clothes outside the house where Yang Shangjing lived, squinting his eyes, and he didn't know if he had fallen asleep.

It was about the fourth watch, and suddenly there was a sharp sound outside, and then the sound of the bowstring pulling resounded in the dark night, and Uncle Zhong, who was lying in his clothes, sat up suddenly, his eyebrows were furrowed, and there was already an extra sheath knife in his hand, but he stared at the door, but he didn't move at all.

"Sure enough, I'm being targeted."

Yang Shangjing's voice came from the back room, very calm, without any panic, and then the candlelight in the back room lit up, the sound of opening the door came, and Yang Shangjing walked out with a knife.

"With the young master's current identity and current situation, this is not being targeted, which is called a strange thing." Uncle Zhong smiled and shook his head, and his tone was full of disapproval.

As he spoke, Uncle Zhong looked at Yang Shangjing, who was neatly dressed, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Young Master, you haven't slept all night?" ”

Yang Shangjing was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "It's just lying down with clothes, and roasting yourself on the fire, you can't really bake yourself, right?" ”

The two of them talked, but neither of them went out, but just looked at the door, with some guard on their faces, and their hands on the hilt of their knives.

The sound of the dysprosium means that someone has come to assassinate him, and the sound of the bowstring proves that the open whistle and the dark whistle have released the arrow.

But now there were no shouts of killing, no weapons clashing, and no one knew whether the assassin was dead or had arrived at the inn, and the two had to be on guard lest the boat capsize in the gutter.

After a while, there were footsteps outside the door, very heavy, a total of two people, and before waiting for the door, I heard two familiar voices outside: "Young Master, Uncle Zhong, the assassins have run away, I don't know how many people have come in total, and I came to report the news when I went down." ”

This is the voice of his own family, the right-hand man who followed Yang Qin at the beginning, but the hands of the two still did not leave the handle of the knife, Uncle Zhong nodded at Yang Shangjing, Yang Shangjing slowly retreated to the back room, and Uncle Zhong spoke: "Let's talk about it first." ”

There are two people outside, although the person who spoke out can be said to be reliable, but there is still no absolute guarantee that the other person is also reliable, this world, credulously believing others, is equivalent to putting a small life in the hands of others.

The door opened, and two sweaty soldiers walked in, nodded directly on one knee, looked up at Uncle Zhong, and Uncle Zhong looked at it, it was indeed his own people, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "What is the situation outside?" ”

"One of the Assassins was hit by an arrow, but he didn't know where it hit, he cut off the shaft of the arrow and ran away, and Mazzi chased it down with five brothers." Another family member reported in a deep voice, "The camp outside has also received a letter, and Master Qin has already brought people here." ”