Half a month later, in front of Li Yuan's gate.

A caravan stopped at the gate, and dozens of flatbed wagons filled most of the street. In each car, three or four plum trees were trapped with ropes the thickness of a baby's arm, and the roots of the trees were wrapped in white cloth, like a huge bun.

Li Yuan's subordinates kept going in and out, moving the plum blossom tree from the tree to resist the cold incense and then planting it, everyone's face was full of smiles, and they were happy from the heart.

"Excuse me..."

A middle-aged man in a cyan scholarly shirt stepped forward and whispered to the steward standing at the door, "Is there a Xingyunzhuang around here?" ”

The steward looked stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "There used to be, but now it's gone." You're looking for Xingyunzhuang, but what's the matter? ”

The middle-aged man looked bitter and said, "I am a person from the vicinity of Hangzhou City, and recently a group of bandits have come to the village, which has caused us to be unpeaceful every day. I heard that the owner of Xingyun Village, Long Siye, is a righteous and brave man who has killed many bandits, so I want to ask him to drive away those bandits for us. ”

"Fourth Master Long..."

The steward paused for a moment, shook his head, and said, "He's dead." ”

The middle-aged man was shocked and muttered, "Ah... This... How could it be, how could such a good hero die? Is it true that good people do not live long, and disasters will be left for thousands of years? ”

The steward showed a hint of mockery and disdain on his face, and spat fiercely on the ground: "Good man? Phew! You don't want to look at what he has done to our young master and Li Yuan! ”

"Smack!"

Before the words landed, a stone smashed impartially on the steward's face, smashing him to the point that his head was bleeding, and his nose seemed to have opened a spice shop, and the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy all came up at once, choking him to tears.

"Who! Who! ”

The steward was furious, and when he saw the figure standing in front of the door up to his thigh, his face suddenly froze, and he said, "Little... Little Boy. ”

Long Xiaoyun looked at the steward viciously, and said angrily: "My father is a hero!" What qualifications do you have to say that my father, if it weren't for my martial arts, I would have killed you now! ”

The middle-aged man perked up, looked at Long Xiaoyun and said in surprise: "This little boy is the son of Long Siye, little boy, where is your father now?" ”

Long Xiaoyun glanced at the middle-aged man, and suddenly his eyes turned red and turned around and ran into Li Yuan. After he had gone away, the steward wiped the blood from his face and scolded in a low voice, "Bah! What is the spirit, do you think this is still Xingyunzhuang, the Dragon Mansion? If the young master hadn't taken you as a righteous son, Lao Tzu would have driven you out of Li Yuan a long time ago! ”

A cold voice suddenly came from behind him, "Even if this is not the Dragon Mansion now, he is also your master." As a subordinate chewing the master's tongue behind his back, early tomorrow morning, he will go to the chief steward to settle the salary and get out. ”

The steward turned around stiffly with a shock, then sweated profusely, and knelt on the ground with a plop, "Young Master, Ximen Shaoxia, I... I didn't mean to say those things, I just said a few angry words in my head. Young master, I am old and young, please spare me this time! ”

Richard smiled and said, "Okay, get up, you're not wrong." Be careful when you say these things in the future, it doesn't matter in front of me, don't say it in front of others. ”

Li Xunhuan glanced at Richard helplessly, after Long Xiaoyun's death, Richard wanted to cut the grass and eradicate the roots and kill Long Xiaoyun together, but he really couldn't bear it, regardless of Richard's objections, he accepted Long Xiaoyun as a righteous son, and let their mother and son continue to live in Li Yuan. Richard was extremely opposed to his decision, and in the past few days, he has been dissatisfied everywhere, both in his words and in his actions.

After waving his hand to let the steward go down, Li Xunhuan walked up to the middle-aged man and asked him for the purpose of coming, and then asked Tie Chuanjia to call Tie Chuanjia and ask Tie Chuanjia to go with him.

Standing at the door and watching the back of Tie Chuanjia and the middle-aged man leaving, Li Xunhuan suddenly spoke; "I still remember that day on the Drum Mountain, the taste of your master's jar of Baihua wine was first sweet and then bitter, and this bitterness was still extremely bitter, and then it was dull. At that time, I only had bitterness in my heart, and now that I think back, the blandness after the extreme bitterness is the best part of Baihua wine. ”

Richard glanced at him and said lightly, "I want to drink and say it directly." ”

Li Xunhuan laughed and said, "Those who know me, my brother Ximen melon is also!" ”

As he spoke, Li Xunhuan hugged Richard and walked out and came to a restaurant. I saw that there were many people crowded on the first floor of this restaurant, and the two of them went up to the second floor and sat on the side of the stairs to look down, only to see a pair of grandchildren in the center.

The old man was full of gray hair, and in his hand he held a dry tobacco rod about two feet long, because of the long groping, the cigarette stick was smooth and shiny, and he held a cup of tea in the other hand, and looked in good spirits in a blue cloth robe. And beside him stood a very young girl, combing two big braids, a pair of big eyes were black and bright, and when her eyes rolled, it seemed to hook the soul of a man.

I saw the old man put down the teacup in his hand, coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and spoke slowly without hurrying.

"Today I want to talk about a famous hero, you all know that the court has a meritorious name, the first is the champion, the second is the list, and the third is called Tanhua. Although there is no fame on the rivers and lakes, there is a spectrum of weapons in the rivers and lakes, and the person we are going to talk about today is surnamed Li and lives in Li Yuan. When he was young, he was admitted to the Golden Palace to explore flowers and rode a horse. In this Jianghu weapon spectrum, he is also the third line, so everyone calls him Li Tanhua. ”

Richard looked at Li Xunhuan teasingly, "Li Tanhua, he's talking about you." ”

Li Xunhuan couldn't cry or laugh, and looked at the grandparents and grandchildren below. The young girl didn't know whether she heard Richard's voice or felt Li Xunhuan's gaze, so she suddenly raised her head and glanced at Li Xunhuan, her autumn-like eyes were rippling with breathtaking style, and she kept turning around Li Xunhuan.

Li Xunhuan has never seen such a bold woman, even if it was Lin Shiyin in the past, when she looked at him, she immediately looked away, if she looked at her for a long time, she would definitely blush.

It wasn't until the old man finished finishing the book that Li Xunhuan came back to his senses and looked away, and the young girl downstairs said a few words in the old man's ear, and suddenly walked upstairs with a gray cloth bag in her hand.

Most of the people who can sit on the second floor are not poor people, and what the old man just said is indeed wonderful, seeing her walking upstairs, many people immediately took out the silver and put it in the small cloth pocket in her hand. After walking around the second floor, the girl Shi Shiran walked to Li Xunhuan's side, opened the cloth pocket, and stared at Li Xunhuan with big eyes.

Li Xunhuan immediately turned his head to look at Richard, Richard rolled his eyes, "You didn't bring any money?" ”

Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "You taught me this trick." ”

Richard took out a silver ingot and handed it to Li Xunhuan, this ingot of silver alone is worth the sum of the silver given by all the other guests on the second floor, and even more than a lot.

After handing over the silver to Li Xunhuan, Richard checked the wine jug and stood up and said, "The wine jug is empty, I'll go downstairs and pour the jug of wine." ”

As he spoke, he took the flask and went downstairs towards the old storyteller on the first floor.

(End of chapter)