Lao Zhang is an old coachman, who used to drive a car for a large family, because he was old, he was afraid that this errand would not be done soon, so he moved the housekeeper and let his son replace him.

But Lao Zhang couldn't stay idle, and helped people drive cars and pull goods from time to time.

Because Lao Zhang is also a member of Xiaolingwei, he raised horses in Xiaolingwei when he was young, and later got an errand to catch a car, so he entered the city and lived in the nearby Zhulu Lane.

It is precisely because of Xiaoling Wei that my mother found Lao Zhang, which can be regarded as taking care of my fellow countrymen.

But even if he is a fellow countryman, his mother has not scolded less, so when Lao Zhang saw his mother, he wished that his head could shrink into his neck.

"Lao Zhang, hurry up, miss the hour, beware of the old lady who has uncovered your skin."

When you go back to your mother's house, you can't pass noon, otherwise it will be unlucky.

Lao Zhang sighed, snapped, and whipped the horse.

The mother was not happy again: "Let you hurry up, you will know that this horse is expensive." The old lady was reluctant to fight. ”

Lao Zhang sighed again, shouted 'rack', and shook the reins.

The family sat in the carriage, and the mother lifted the curtain from time to time to look at it, making some trouble for Lao Zhang.

The father sat upright in the chair, leaning close to the mother, and from time to time he lifted his hat and clothes.

My father wore a muslin robe, a square scarf on his head, and a pair of newly bought official boots on his feet, like a rich man.

My sister sat next to Yang Chao, carefully holding the skirt with one hand, not letting the skirt rub against the carriage, for fear of taking up the dust. Holding the bun on his head with one hand, the bronze hairpin on it swayed back and forth.

Yang Chao was closing his eyes and recuperating, silently calculating the distance in his heart.

At this time, it was already out of the city, and the speed of the carriage was faster, and there was an official road along the city wall through Xiaolingwei.

Although it has left Jubaomen, to be precise, it has not left Nanjing City.

Nanjing City has a total of four city walls, the first palace city, the second imperial city, the third should be Tianfu City, the common Nanjing City, in fact, it is said that it should be Tianfu City, in addition to the Fu City, there is a foreign Guo City.

When Zhu Yuanzhang was the emperor, the capital was Nanjing, and he inspected the city defense at that time, and felt that it was not safe to stay outside the city such as Zhongshan, Yuhuatai, and Shogunate Mountain outside the city, and if the enemy army set up artillery on the mountain, Nanjing City would be in danger of being shelled.

So Zhu Yuanzhang organized civil service, built this circle of outer walls, surrounded these highlands inside, and formed the fourth wall of Nanjing City.

But this outer road is too big, as long as 180 li, even Xiaolingwei is wrapped in it, so it is impossible to build a strong city wall, most places, it is an earth city built with loess ramming, only in the weak places to build brick walls, and open the city gates.

Similarly, because the area covered by the outer Guo is too large, it is impossible to form a prosperous street market like in Nanjing, but to form villages and towns, and the people still cultivate the fields.

However, some villages and towns close to Yingtianfu City, because they rely on the prosperous Nanjing City, have also developed extremely prosperously, and even connected with Nanjing City to form prosperous towns such as Changganli and Qingxili, similar to the urban villages of later generations.

From the window with the 'glass' of Ming tile, Yang Chao saw that the villages were far away from the city of Nanjing.

After walking for about half an hour, Yang Chao saw that it began to flourish again, and entered a town with brick shops on both sides.

"Lao Zhang, where are you?"

Yang Chao asked.

Lao Zhang's voice sounded: "Back to the young master, it's time to the blacksmith camp." ”

The blacksmith camp is only to the west of Xiaolingwei, and after the blacksmith camp is the boundary of Xiaolingwei.

The blacksmith battalion, like the ironsmith workshop, used to be a place where blacksmiths were placed, but unlike the ironsmiths, the craftsmen of the ironworks belonged to the government-run workshops, and the blacksmith battalion belonged to the army and was specially designed to build weapons for the army, but according to the rank, it was not as good as the ironworks located in the city.

It is equivalent to the workshop of the central government and the workshop of the local garrison, and the blacksmith of the blacksmith battalion in the past is also looked down upon by the blacksmith of the ironsmith workshop.

The carriage soon passed the blacksmith camp, and the mother, who had been anxious, began to get nervous.

"Master, do you see if my hair is messed up?"

His mother twisted her head back and forth, pulling her father to help him look at it.

My father's feet moved back and forth, and he said, "Okay." Well, it's a bit crooked over here. ”

The mother said, "Then you can give me the whole thing." ”

Inadvertently, my mother caught a glimpse of an intersection, and immediately opened the curtain and shouted, "Lao Zhang, where are you going!" ”

Lao Zhang sighed.

Mother snorted: "We are going to Zhou Baihu, not your Sanli camp!" ”

Lao Zhang's family lives in the Sanliying Thousand Households three miles away from the Xiaoling Guard, and his mother's hometown is about five miles away from the hundreds of households, but Lao Zhang habitually walked to the Sanliying and almost missed the intersection.

Lao Zhang turned the horse's head in a panic and slowly turned back to the right road.

The mother kept complaining, not letting her worry about it, and kept tidying up her hair bun.

After a while, the carriage drove into a low earthen city, the streets of which were very narrow, and the houses on both sides were long.

The mother was more careful, leaning her head on the window, commanding Lao Zhang, and worried about messing up her bun.

"Stop, stop, where are you going?"

Stop in front of a not too good, not too bad, dilapidated wooden door with a potholed dirt road.

In the middle of the road there was a young man, looking forward, the boy was thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in clean old clothes.

The cloth shoes on his feet were also clean, except for a hole in his thumb, and the boy had a turban on his head.

The mother stepped out of the carriage first, and when she turned around, she saw the boy, but the boy was facing in the other direction, with his back to his mother.

When the mother saw the young man's back, she couldn't help laughing, brushing her hair, and laughing and scolding.

"Stinky boy, where are you looking!"

My father and sister got out of the car in turn.

Yang Chao also got out of the car last, and at first glance, he saw the stunned teenager after turning his head.

The boy's eyes rolled wildly, and he saw his mother, his father, his sister, and the carriage, and seemed to receive so much information at once that his eyes could not focus.

It wasn't until he saw Yang Chao also jump down from the carriage that he recognized the person and shouted in surprise.

"Aunt!"

The boy yelled at his mother.

"Brother-in-law!"

shouted timidly at his father again.

"Brother!"

This time it was against Yang Chao.

In the end, he scratched his head and greeted Yang Yue with a smile: "Sister! ”

The mother carefully arranged her clothes, and found a clean ground on the ground as if her headdress and hair bun were dirty.

Then he said to the young man, "Stinky boy, why don't you come over here and take the things down." ”