On autumn nights, the bleakness of the wind is obvious. The fallen leaves were swept to the ground and let out a hoarse roar. Yang Fan sat on the noodle stall, staring at the flame licking the pot, and didn't understand why that white face looked like he was elusive every time. I can sit down and talk well, but I want to find a noodle stall in such a bad alley to eat noodles. Said yes, but people don't come.

Yang Fan yawned a few times, looking at the flickering lights on the side, a little tired. Well, there will always be days when you will hesitate and retreat. After all, we are human beings, not the protagonists of those flawless novels, let alone those gods. If it were a god, then there would be no need to be so tired. A thousand people are killed with a slap, and no one thinks it is inhumane and will blame anything, and maybe there are spectators who will say that a sword does not kill 110,000 people, look at it this way.

But it's a pity that Yang Fan is not a god. Even if he had a valid reason and could confidently say that those people were damned, there was still a trace of dullness in his heart. After returning to Beijing, there will still be countless people who accuse him of being inhumane. This is morality.

In the past, Yang Fan also thought about whether there is still morality in this world, and what is the axiom. However, if you want to talk about it in detail, it is still not clear, and it is almost meaningless. Can Yang Fan say that those peasants who rebelled had no morality? If so, then is there a place for the oppressed people in this world to turn over? Is there any more axiom? None of this is clear. Since I can't say it clearly, I won't say it at all.

"Boss, next two bowls of noodles. This damn weather, the old man is cold. The old man shivered as he puffed into his hands, and his arms unconsciously clamped his body. The frost of autumn falls, and it seems that wearing a single coat does have a little coldness. However, in Yang Fan's opinion, this tremor is too exaggerated.

"Okay, what kind of boss is not a boss, it's a little old man. Wait a minute, that's here for you. The owner of the noodle stall lifted the steaming pot and quickly lowered the raw noodles into the pot. Stir with the pair of long bamboo chopsticks, and hum two sentences of drama in your mouth from time to time. The pair of chopsticks stirred a few times, and when they saw that the noodles were almost ready, they immediately burst out of the water. One piece of dough falls into a bowl that has already served the hot soup.

"Guest officer, do you want chopped green onions?" The owner of the noodle stall asked kindly. The man in the gorgeous dress nodded.

"Do you want chopped green onions, young man?"

"No chopped green onions, more sesame oil." Yang Fan was in a daze, not even knowing what he was talking about. Wait until the noodles come. Only then did he come back to his senses, looked at Zhu Qi on the left, and said, "Zhu ...... Master, do you have something? He saw that it was really Zhu Qi who was sitting down on the side.

"Wait, the noodles are going to be cold, so they will taste good while they are hot." Zhu Qi rolled up his sleeves, and seemed to be not afraid of the cold at this time. Maybe he was worried that the stains on the table would stain his clothes. Wait for the noodles to come out of the pot and put them on the table. He slowly picked up the steaming noodles, and flipped the chopsticks up and down with chopsticks in his right hand, and the aroma spread, "This person, just like this sesame oil, if you don't fluctuate it, it will always float like this, just stir it, and this fragrance will come out." With that, the chopsticks are close to the mouth. As soon as he instigated, there was a "slippery" sound, and the noodles were drawn into his mouth.

"If the oil is not good, it is better to float. The province is disliked. Yang Fan picked up the bowl of noodles, stared at the bright yellow sesame oil on it, and smiled.

"Little official, I'm not happy if you say that." The old man of the noodle stall made a crisp sound with his bamboo chopsticks in the pot, and he also squinted, "You say it doesn't matter if you say the little old man." But when it comes to the sesame oil in my face, I'm not happy. This sesame oil is ground by myself with the sesame seeds that I collected years ago, you smell, which noodle stall has half the sesame oil of my little old man. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not talking about your hemp oil. Yang Fan smiled slightly apologetically, "It's just a sigh." ”

"Haha, whether this sesame oil is good or not, the nose of the winner has the final say, how does the sesame oil know by itself?" Zhu Qi put down the bowl in his hand, and even the noodles and soup went down to his stomach, and his body warmed up a lot. glanced at Yang Fan and said, "Is there anything to sigh about?" Isn't it that you have destroyed more than 1,000 people, to put it mildly, you have not turned the officialdom of Shanxi upside down, and you still live up to the expectations of the old man. ”

Yang Fan took a sip of noodle soup, silently spread a piece of paper in his arms on the table, did not speak, and continued to eat noodles. Zhu Qixin's long fingers twisted over the piece of paper, looked at it a few times, and said, "What are you going to do?" ”

Yang Fan glanced at Zhu Qi and asked, "What do I want to do?" It's like asking, Huang ...... Master, what do you want to do? To what extent, whether it is cleaned or banged. If it is to clean up, if Huang Ye is afraid of causing a commotion, he can still do it for him, if he wants to beat, then he will not insert a bar in the bottom. ”

Zhu Qi put away the piece of paper, nodded, and said, "I will want to report to Huang Ye." Although the Jingshi are a little troublesome to deal with this time, as long as you know in your heart, the power of life and death is still in the hands of Huang Ye. ”

"Oh." Yang Fan ate a bowl of noodles, put the chopsticks on the top, and said, "Is there anything else wrong with Master Zhu?" If it's okay, I'll go back to Beijing tomorrow. Yang Fan knew that when things were handled to this extent, his task had been completed. Shanxi's officialdom will not be wiped out. Next is the appearance of the red face.

"I admire you." Zhu Qi nodded and said with a smile.

"So what?"

"So I want to promote you."

"So what?"

"I'm old."

"So what?" Yang Fan still said this, it sounded like a joke, but it was very cooperative with Zhu Qi, so he could go on. The candlelight flickered, and the owner of the stall leaned against the low wall, squinting and dozing. The wind blew, making a whirring sound in the alley, and the hot air on the pot was blown through. The old man woke up, put the lid on the pot, and continued to doze off.

Zhu Qi's face showed no signs of old age, and he looked younger than a forty-year-old person. But Yang Fan understands that this old man, who has been the commander of the Zongren Mansion for three terms, is no longer young. He put his hands on his stomach and said, "Since you have been knighted, don't want to interfere with the civil team." This is the rule set by Taizu, and what he is afraid of is the emergence of the kind of warlord who leans towards the government and the opposition. ”

"Oh, Lord Zongling thinks too highly of me." Yang Fan sneered, picked up the chopsticks in his hand and rubbed his face, "Do you have this ability?" ”

"You can." Zhu Qi's words were very calm, "So, I think." Wait until I leave the Zongren Mansion. The position of the sect order is up to you to sit. Don't think that Zongrenfu has really become an empty shell, it doesn't have to be Jinyiwei and Dongchang to go anywhere. ”

Yang Fan held his head and said slowly: "What is this?" If you think I'll gladly accept it, I can only say that you're thinking too much. ”

The words fell, and the autumn wind gradually rose. Zhu Qi's face became playful. (To be continued.) )