Su Ren was singing, and no one could understand the songs he was singing. Not only is the tone weird, but even the lyrics are helpless.

After hearing two sentences, the bushman frowned: "You can't stop and sing all the way, whose prisoner is still so comfortable being locked in a prison car?" It seems that the old man has relented a little! ”

Su Ren said with a smile: "This old general doesn't understand, songs can express people's emotions, naturally it is not a bosom friend, if the old general can't understand it, it means that it is not my bosom friend, maybe someone on the side of the road can understand it?" The story of the Boyazi period didn't last long. ”

"Humph! Boya's piano skills are the only ones in the world, so you can also call it a song? It sounds no different from a ghost crying wolf. ”

Su Ren laughed, no longer paying attention to the drummer, and still singing with a broken gong.

……

The golden shield is forged with blood

Show your skills in places of danger

For the mother's smile

For the harvest of the earth

Eventful years

Don't be afraid of the romance

……

The reason why Su Ren didn't sing the tears behind bars was entirely because his prisoner car was made of wood, and the car was not big, but it was not small. Because they are all acquaintances, the bushman is still merciful. After being put in the prisoner car, the big clip on his shoulder went, which made Su Ren more comfortable. Two legs sticking out of the gap in the wooden frame, hanging out of the car, leaning diagonally on the gang, dangling these two legs and humming a song in their mouths.

The closer you get to the Yellow River, the more fields there are on the roadside, and the more natural people there are. It was the time of the summer harvest, and no one was in the mood to look at the prisoner who was escorted on the road. Only the two old men sitting on the ground glanced at each other.

The two old men were all dressed as peasants, and although their hair was thin, they wore wide hats. The voices of the two were not loud, and they couldn't hear them clearly when they were far away. According to speculation, it is nothing more than the growth and harvest of the crops, and how much they end up in their granaries. A boy of twelve or thirteen years old stood behind an old man, holding a kettle in his hand, expressionless and well-behaved.

Mo Cong glanced at the carriage that hurriedly passed by on the official road, and lowered his head to pick up the rough water bowl: "He can still sing in the prisoner car, it seems that he has guessed that the emperor does not really want to treat him." ”

The old man on the opposite side smiled slightly: "This son is appreciated by the emperor, this little crime will naturally not be dealt with like this, not to mention that he has made great contributions in Mayi, Bian Tong is a little impatient, and even the tired Zhu Maichen and the dynasty have to leave Chang'an. ”

Mo Cong smiled slightly: "Although we are not strong enough in the court and Chang'an, other places are still okay, as long as we are together, we may be able to improve." ”

The old man on the opposite side asked, "I don't know how legal it is?" ”

Mo Cong said: "Since the establishment of our Mo family, one of the things that all the giants are most concerned about is to observe the monarch, if there is no participation of our Mo family during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, I don't know how many of these wars will be there, the Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons, the Seven Heroes of the Warring States, that one does not have the shadow of our Mo family?" Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Wu Zixu, Sun Wu, and even Lü Buwei, Li Si and other generations are all from our Mo family. ”

"It's a pity that Fan Zeng is not good, and there are no choice but to have Zhang Liang and Chen Ping in and out of the account of the King of Han, don't you see it, Master? To tell you the truth, these people are all from my Mo family! As for who else is in the court now, the old man can't say anything, but as long as the old man's giant token comes out, he still has some confidence in recommending the master's person to the emperor. ”

The old man on the opposite side smiled and nodded: "The old man of the Mo family has already learned the methods, but unfortunately now we are also withering talents, and those who can do it need to be cultivated for another three or five years, and it will not be too late to have a labor giant when the time comes." ”

Mo Cong shook his head: "The old man knows, the master still can't trust the old man, yes, since this Su Ren appeared, whether it is in Chang'an or in Mayi, our Mo family has been repeatedly injured, but how can a kid be wiped out of the heritage of hundreds of years?" The reason why I let the master see this kid is to let the master understand that it is easy for our Mo family to take his life. ”

The old man on the opposite side frowned and put down the porcelain bowl in his hand: "So what does the giant want the old man to do?" ”

Mo Cong said: "In the current form, let's hibernate as well, but the old man wants to go with the master to meet this kid, and the master's eyesight doesn't know if he can see the origin of this kid?" To tell the truth, since this kid appeared, the old man has sent someone to investigate, but unfortunately nothing has been found, which really makes the old man a little helpless, this son seems to appear out of thin air, and he doesn't have any heels. ”

"Oh? How could there be such a thing? The old man on the other side was stunned: "Could it be that he is not Han?" ”

Mo Cong shook his head: "Is it clear that the Han people can see their faces, the old man is a little worried that there may be something else behind him, dealing with our Mo family is just the beginning, the old man is worried that in the future, I will wait for these secret sects in the world and never come out again." ”

The old man on the other side had a solemn face: "It's okay to take a look, I'm afraid that the old man's eyesight is not good and he can't help the giant." ”

Su Ren's voice was hoarse, and he didn't meet his bosom friend. Holding the kettle and taking several sips, he motioned to Huang 13 to make the shade shed made of tree branches on the roof of his prisoner car a little denser. The sun is too hot, and the sun is drowsy. Since he left Yanmen Pass, he has been very vigilant, and he was frightened by the thorny tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. You must know that Yanmen Pass is the Xiongguan of the northern border city of the Han Dynasty, and there are tens of thousands of horse thieves infested.

Baimadu is the largest ferry port on the Yellow River and the liaison port between Luoyang and Hebei. Merchants from the south to the north need to pass through here, and since the establishment of Mayi, there have been more and more merchants going north, and there have naturally been more wooden ships transporting goods. The guard of Baimadu was a captain, and in the eyes of the guard, the captain was not an officer at all, and the captain only said one word, and the captain hurriedly vacated a wooden boat used by a merchant to carry his family and gave it to the husband.

In Su Ren's eyes, such a boat can't even compare to those plastic boats in the playground. But this is the actual situation of the Great Han, a country that can only compete on land, and has not yet paid attention to the rivers, let alone the sea.

It is much more convenient to walk with a boat, and there is no need to endure the exposure of the sun, and there is no need to worry that Su Ren will escape from the water with dozens of pounds of iron shackles, the bushman believes that Su Ren does not have such ability, even if there is, if Su Ren can escape, what does it matter if he admits it?

A pot of wine, a dish, a small table, two people sit at the bow of the boat and watch the scenery along the way. The scenery on the river is boring, with neither towering cliffs nor lush forests on either side. The river is considered to be the mother river of the Chinese nation, whether it is the origin of the Yellow Emperor or the Yan Emperor is inseparable from this river, for thousands of years the Han people have survived with the nourishment of the river, so the mother is full of scars.

This year is relatively better, and there has been no diversion of the big river, so the life of the people downstream is relatively peaceful, and Baimadu is naturally a lot more prosperous.

"You can get to Chang'an in ten days, the old man asks you one last time, is there really no problem to go back this time?"

Su Ren took a sip of wine, his mouth was full of earthy smell, this is not the wine of the Shuzhong Chamber of Commerce, the degree is lower Su Ren can still bear it, and there is really no way to drink it like vinegar. A mouthful of bad wine sprayed on the husband's face, and Su Ren hurriedly apologized. The bushman looked helplessly at the filth all over his body: "You haven't answered the old man yet, if it's really okay to go back to Chang'an, it's okay, if you have something to do in Luoyang, you can leave, rest assured, the old man will send your family out of Chang'an even if he fights for his life." ”

Su Ren was very sure of the oath of the drummer. If it really came to that point, the old man would definitely do it, even if he lost the lives of his whole family, he would have no regrets. Su Ren helped the bushman wipe his body, and said: "Don't worry too much about the old general, the kid is sure, I know more about the affairs of Chang'an than the old general, you should pay more attention to our back, the boat has been following us, and the people above have also followed from Mayi." ”

The bushman glanced back, "Not your people?" ”

Su Ren shook his head: "If my people had done it a long time ago, they would never let us go down the river." ”

The bushman smiled: "I thought everyone wanted to save you, it turns out that there are people who want to kill you, it seems that you are not a god!" Boy, don't you know, many people in Chang'an City say that you are a god, and even put your statue at home to ward off evil spirits, if it weren't for the old man to stop it, there would be one in my home. ”

For this, Su Ren could only smile. I can control myself, I can't control what others say and do, even if people stick his portrait at the gate of the courtyard as a door god, I can't do anything. Who does he care about who is behind him? I have already sent Ah Xun to spy on it, but the effect is not very good, these people are very vigilant, they come from Mayi, and they will change people every hundred miles, and the people who are wearing them now are changed in Baimadu.

Seeing that Su Ren didn't speak, the bushman drank a glass of wine: "Don't worry about those people's affairs, the old man is not blind, and he has already discovered it, the reason why he didn't alarm them is to see what they are going to do?" Now they will arrive in Chang'an soon, they don't do anything, dare to come nonsense, the old man will let them know what the army is! "The bushman said that he was arrogant, and the posture of drinking was also arrogant. I felt that it was not pleasant to drink a small glass, so I picked up the wine jar on the table and poured a few big sips.

Su Ren nodded, picked up the beans on the plate and stuffed some into his mouth, chewing with a rattling sound: "In this case, the kid will rest assured, then there will be General Lao." ”

The more the bushman talked, the more he drank, and a jar of wine was at least seven or eight catties, Su Ren only took a sip, and the rest was all poured into the bushman's stomach. No matter how much alcohol has no strength, drinking too much is not a good thing. When the bushman fell headlong, Su Ren sighed. The old man was still careless, and people might have calculated that going down the river was the time when they were most relaxed.

Huang Shisan and Manniu came out of the cabin, and without waiting for the two to speak, Su Ren said, "All overturned?" ”

Huang Shisan saw the bushman and nodded hurriedly. The bull was already holding his sword in his hand, looking around vigilantly. On the surface of the river, the slender man still pulled the wooden boat slowly to the west. This section of the river is not wide, the current is not fast, and without the help of the boatman, the slender man pulled the boat and walked a few hundred meters before running aground on the river. Without the head of the slender man coming over to explain, Su Ren knew that the main thing had appeared.

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