The cries of selling gradually resounded throughout the city, and a kind of flowing vitality that belonged to commerce reappeared in the city.

It was formed by decades of repeated propaganda and guidance day and night, prompted by war, and finally determined.

Looking out from the railing, Mo Yun could see the flow of people back and forth showing the prosperity of the city itself, although the appearance of these people was not in a hurry, a little more leisurely, adding a bit of certainty beyond the war.

The panic seemed to exist only in the possibility of the collapse of the political system itself, and when this collapse reorganized a coherence that they agreed with, everything seemed to return to its original state.

"Song people are really big-hearted." Mo Yun couldn't help but sigh.

"The Song Kingdom has not been war-torn for forty-five years, but it has also left a lot of knowledge of war. For any country in the Plains of Warfare, manpower is always the most needed, and without manpower, there is no land to play in this world. The Song people were shrewd, and this point was more thorough than that of other states. Hong Xuchou said the real thoughts under this leisurely appearance.

When Mo Yun heard him say this, he remembered the conversation with those craftsmen at the altar yesterday, and he did mention similar thoughts in his words: "Then just surrender directly." ”

Hong Xuchou shook his head: "You can give up the city, but you can't die in the Song Kingdom." The country of commerce of the Song Kingdom, the Song people have been doing business in the foreign industry for many years, if there is no Song State as a basis, or without the identity attribute given by the Song State itself, then the Song people will have no homeland. The Song people value profit over parting, but they also care about their family and the mountains. ”

Mo Yun felt that this statement was a new thing, and couldn't help but become interested: "Song people still have this kind of thought?" Sounds like it should be very cohesive. ”

Hong Xuchou looked at the crowd on the street in front of him, was silent for a moment, and looked into the distance to the east:

"There are many countries in the world, but many of them come from the sea on the east side, and the ancestors of the Song Kingdom came from the land of the East China Sea."

"The land of the East China Sea?" Although Mo Yun had never been to the side of the Eastern Sea, he also knew from books that the so-called land of the East China Sea seemed to be a fallacy.

"It's just a slang dialect, just listen to it. It is difficult to sleep at night in the East China Sea, and there are often evil beasts hunting on the seaside, so that the people scattered there know the truth of huddling together to keep warm than people in other regions, and in the long run, they have the same origin and the same group. Later, the sages of the Song Dynasty led many people in the group to trek through mountains and rivers all the way and settled in the Zhuzhan Plain. The people in these groups lived in groups and cities according to groups, and they did not scatter to other places, but they also formed the group of Song people. This group has risen and died several times over the past few hundred years, and the title of Song lord has not known how many families, but it has never been completely extinct, and the name of the Song State will continue endlessly. It's because these people refuse to abandon their own origin characteristics. This is the Song people. The cohesion is not strong, but it is indomitable, no matter how many times, it can rise again. Hong Xuchou sighed, "They won't give up the title of Song State." However, on the earth of this world, there are very few people who are so loyal to a title. If everyone can follow the rise and fall of a country, the traditions of a country, and the joy of a country, how much will change under the sky? ”

"That kind of world...... Mo Yun's mind couldn't help flashing what Xiaoqian's mother said before she died, "It seems to be very good." ”

The two of them fell silent at the same time, quietly watching the ever-changing crowd in front of them, thinking about the thoughts in their hearts.

Before I knew it, half an hour had passed, and there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

Mo Yun and Hong Xuchou looked at the noise, and saw that the guards who had been sent out by Hong Xuchou before were leading a dirty man with a foul smell almost across the street towards the teahouse.

"Oh, looks like bringing in an amazing man." Hong Xuchou covered his nose, but his tone was not disgusted, but surprised.

"Who?" Mo Yun asked.

"Teppei. A person who wants his ideas to be accessible all over the world. In a way, a very naïve and ideal person. ”

"That must be stubborn." Mo Yun said.

"Huh...... Ideals are always stubborn, and naivety is not necessarily possible. Hong Xuchou smiled, and saw that the guard had already entered the door of the teahouse, and the man walked to the door, raised his head, and smiled at Hong Xuchou.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yun asked.

"Lobbyist. If you'd like to, listen along. It doesn't hurt. Of course, if you can block out his stench. Hong Xuchou took out a cloth dipped in water out of nowhere and covered his nose.

Mo Yun thought for a while, lowered his head and tapped a few times with his hand: "Well, I'm fine." ”

Dumbfounded and looking at Mo Yun's relaxed approach, Hong Xuchou couldn't help but be annoyed: "I knew that I would have learned some martial arts in the first place. ”

"I'm too fat, I'm too old now, it's late." Mo Yun looked Hong Xuchou up and down, shook his head and asserted.

The footsteps of the guards came up, and they gave a slight salute to Hong Xuchou, and then turned around and stretched out his palm at the top of the stairs: "Sage, can you allow me to come up again after I finish reporting?" ”

A low, magnetic male voice came from below: "Yes." ”

"The Great Minister, his subordinates sent a letter to the commander of the Ten Confederates Alliance, and it has been stated that the Golden Concubine will continue. The commander of the Ten Confederates replied here, please read it. As he spoke, the guard took out a bamboo strip and presented it to Hong Xuchou.

Hong Xuchou waved his hand, pinched his nose and said, "Thank you for your hard work, you should go back quickly." There is no need to worry here. ”

"Big hero, I'm sorry for you." The guards seemed to have misunderstood something, and Mo Yun rolled his eyes, too lazy to explain.

Zheping was dirty, and there were still some mosquitoes parasitic on him up close, so he couldn't tell how old he was.

Mo Yun felt that probably not many people wanted to know Zheping's age, after all, this person felt bad when he looked at it, and he felt stinky when he looked at it.

Zheping sat down calmly and nodded with Hong Xuchou: "Zheping." ”

Hong Xuchou got up and poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of Zheping: "I've heard about it, it's not a blessing, if you can, I'd rather not see it." In the next, Hong continues to be caught. ”

Mo Yun looked at the two of them, thought for a while and pointed to himself: "Mo Yun." ”

Zheping seemed to have just seen Mo Yun, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Hello." ”

"You stink. Don't take a shower? Mo Yun knew that they would have to talk about a lot of things later, but he couldn't bear the smell on Zheping's body, so he couldn't help but ask.

"The world is uneven, and Zheping is not washed." Teppei smiled.

"The world is peaceful, it is made of knives, guns and sticks, or coins are bought back from circulation, and I have never heard of anyone who says that the world is peaceful." Hong Xuchou said immediately.

Mo Yun was secretly speechless, and he asked a few of them, and the two actually started to talk, so how could they take the opportunity to propose to leave first, this taste...... Mom, it's too spicy. Mo Yun touched his eyes, and tears were already smoked from the stench.