After saying goodbye to Linglong, Yang Zhi was in a very heavy mood. is the most ruthless emperor's family, behind the cultural and martial arts of the emperors and generals in the troubled times, which one is not a river of white bones and tears?

He clearly remembered that when he helped the Qin caravan fight against robbery and killing, he once said to Shen Chong: I just want to be a businessman in a down-to-earth manner, and I hope my wife is too! Will Linglong get out of that filthy palace smoothly? In the future, can you let Linglong and Shen Yu live a peaceful and peaceful life?

The credibility of the character of the old man and the brother-in-law of the new branch is zero, and Yang Zhi does not want to stay in Beiyan for a long time, so he just buries his head in the road. Two days later, I entered Shunzhou City, and I probably only needed to walk for another day to reach the boundary of Youzhou in Great Xia.

The next morning, I asked for a big bowl of beef noodles at the inn in Shunzhou, ready to eat it and continue to hurry.

"Boy, you've been living here with your wife for half a month, and it's time to settle some store money, right?"

"Good! Boss, do you think I'm the one who owes money and doesn't give it? ”

"How not? You are! Doesn't that still owe me money to the store? ”

Yang Zhi looked back, and it turned out that the innkeeper was begging for money from a young man who looked like a farmer. The young man was in rags, and a half-worn bamboo hat was carried casually behind his back. But his waist was straight and he smiled lightly, as if he was not so downtrodden that he couldn't afford to pay for the store, but was as energetic as a noble prince with a lot of money.

The boss replied casually, and Yang Zhi knew that he had been fooled. The young man sets a trap for the boss in the first sentence: "not giving" and "not giving" are two completely different concepts.

I saw the young man say leisurely: "Boss, since you have long believed that I am the one who owes money and does not pay, why do you still let me stay in the hotel?" Why are you still asking me for money? Didn't you slap yourself in the face? ”

The boss was suddenly taken aback, and said with a flushed face: "But I just let you owe it first, and I didn't say that you should live in vain!" ”

The young man laughed, "When did I say that I was going to live in vain?" ”

“…… Then you should give money! ”

"Didn't you admit it yourself just now, let me owe it first? Why do you go back on your word and don't let you owe? ”

Yang Zhi estimated that the innkeeper would never get a copper plate even if it was dark, so he inadvertently knocked the burden of only two changes of clothes to the ground, and forced a laugh and shouted: "Boss, ten more steamed buns!" A good pot of tea! ”

"Great! Come on! The boss's difficult action to collect accounts had to come to an end, glared at the young man fiercely, and turned around to call Xiao Erzhi to go.

Yang Zhi hugged his fist at the young man and said, "This brother, can you work your hands and help me pick up the burden?" ”

The young man let out a long sigh and picked up Yang Zhi's burden casually.

"I'm tired. I just worked hard to help, if you don't dislike it, how about using some tea and rice? ”

The young man was not polite, sat down and grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. After Yang Zhi waited for him to eat three or four steamed buns, he asked with a smile: "Brother Tai, I still have to hurry under the scorching sun, can you ask Brother Tai to do me another favor and sell me your bamboo hats?" ”

Only then did the young man raise his head, and with a wave of his hand, he said, "If Brother Ren has the heart to help, you can speak up, and you don't need to be so careful to take care of my face." Since you have shown kindness and do not want to repay it, if I behave in a coy manner, I will underestimate you. This bamboo hat is worth ten taels of silver, and if you want to, take it. In the next Zhang Bohu, from Jizhou to this can't be kissed, the old mother is sick again, so she is down. If Brother Ren can meet his name, you and I will be friends, and it will be easy to call you when we meet in the future. ”

The young man named Zhang Bohu never mentioned repaying his kindness, and there was a solemn arrogance between his eyebrows. Yang Zhi was just a whim, wanting to be a passing Lei Feng, but he didn't expect him to reciprocate. Immediately took out ten taels of silver, returned the salute and said, "Refreshing!" In Xia Yang Zhi, a native of Xinyang, Zhongzhou, now lives in Chang'an. ”

Zhang Bohu put down the bamboo hat and put away the silver, thought about it and picked up the remaining steamed buns, hugged his fists and said: "Brother Yang, my mother hasn't eaten breakfast yet and is waiting for money to grab medicine, so I will take these steamed buns together." Excuse me! ”

It seems that this person is still a filial son. Yang Zhimu saw Zhang Bohu leave in a hurry, shook his head and smiled at himself, put on a bamboo hat and then walked out of the inn. Youzhou is the border city between the two countries guarded by Zhao Dang, the third prince of Great Xia, and Yang Zhi has been famous for Zhao Dang for a long time, but he has never had any contact and does not want to mess with it, so he would rather take a detour.

At noon on July 14, the twenty-fifth year of Wucheng in the Xia calendar, Yang Zhi finally saw the magnificent and majestic Chang'an city from afar. It has been almost five months since the expedition left for Shuofang on February 23. I silently recited in my heart: Chang'an, I'm back.

It was the height of summer, and the red sun was scorching. Due to the scorching sun, Yang Zhi's skin was almost wheat-colored. He wore a bamboo hat worth ten taels of silver, and he was sweating profusely when he opened his arms, and there was not a single dry yarn on his body.

On the official road, which is still ten miles away from the north gate of Chang'an, there is an endless stream of cars, horses and pedestrians, and the suffocating hot air seems to be faintly filled with the smell of incense and candles. Yang Zhi got off the horse at a tea shop on the side of the road, poured a few large bowls of herbal tea, and then asked for another watermelon and munched it.

He asked an old man who was also resting at the tea shop: "Old man, the weather is so hot, why is it so lively on this official road?" ”

"This little brother must have come to Chang'an from afar." The old man replied: "Do you know, tomorrow is the Zhongyuan Conference on July 15, and these people, like the old man, all go to the Martyrs' Shrine to worship the heroic spirits of Zhongwu Gong and my Daxia Erlang." ”

"Martyrs' Shrine? Why haven't I heard of it? Who is this Zhongwu Gong? ”

The old man's eyes were already displeased, and he said with a respectful face: "The surname of Zhongwu Gong is Yang Mingzhi, and he is the first fierce general of my Great Xia to take the head of the enemy chief in the million-strong army. In this spring's Shuofang victory, he and the cavalry general Geng Chao led 10,000 elite cavalry to fight in the desert, and achieved a brilliant record of killing more than 60,000 Turkic Hulu, greatly boosting the military prestige of the Great Summer Army, and the people of Daxia all raised their eyebrows. However, on the way back from the south with General Geng's army, Zhongwu Gong encountered a heavy siege of the Turkic Khan's army, and in order to protect General Geng's army to break through, Zhongwu Gong single-handedly blocked tens of thousands of Turkic Hulu, and the dead body and bones were not left in the battle, leaving only the heroic soul to live forever in the desert. ”

“…… Wait! You said that Zhongwu's name is Yang Zhi? How did his loyal warrior come about? ”

In recognition of the loyalty and courage of this hero, the emperor issued a decree to posthumously award him the title of Flying Tiger General, a first-class loyal military duke. Mrs. Shen, the wife of Zhongwu Gong, originally only had a marriage contract with him and did not marry, but she was willing to never marry again and keep festivals for life. At present, the emperor is building a martyr's shrine outside the north gate for Daxia Erlang who died in the desert, and taking the clothes of Zhongwu Gong before his death to build a crown mound in it, and erecting a golden statue for it to be worshiped and paid by future generations. ”

Yang Zhi patiently listened to the old man's words, and felt his scalp tighten for a while. Shen Yu, a little girl who is still in the embryonic stage of love, was directly promoted to the "widow" before she got married. The social public opinion in this world under the banner of etiquette and law does not have much human taste, and the old man is definitely a perverted and resolute supporter, and Shen Yu's "willingness" to observe the festival is really worth considering.

Crying and laughing, he shook his head again and again and said: "Old man, this Yang Zhi is also raised by his mother, and he is not as godly as you said." His old ...... who didn't pass through the door Madame is in her youth, and she doesn't have to be a widow for him. ”

"What? What did you say? The old man suddenly had his hair furious, and said angrily: "How dare you, an unknown junior, be so disrespectful to the loyal martial prince? Zhongwu Gong is a god-like figure, even if you dare to say that he is an old man and a wife, right? Has your conscience allowed the dog to eat it? ”

In a fit of rage, he actually splashed a bowl of residual tea with his hand, and poured Yang Zhiyi with a full face! Still incomprehensible, he spat a big mouthful in his face, and didn't forget to spit fiercely: "Phew! ”