112, the farmer's mother raised eight sons 36
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Ye Bing took out a few meat buns from the space, wrapped them in oiled paper, and put them in the back basket, and after loading them like this repeatedly, he pretended to be casual and got out of the other side of the alley.
At this moment, there was a roar not far away.
"Get out of the way!"
A group of officers and soldiers rode their horses and galloped quickly through the streets.
The man standing next to him was lucky to escape, but the one standing in the middle of the road was either dead or maimed.
Even so, they have no tendency to stop.
Seeing that something was wrong, Ye Bing hurriedly took the bun and retreated.
Officers and soldiers rode past her, and dust rose everywhere, making her eat a mouthful of dust.
But in the blink of an eye, the streets were back lively.
It's just that compared with usual, now there is more sadness, more resentment, more speculation, and more gossip.
"Xianggong, Xianggong, are you okay!"
Because he did not give way in time, the man was whipped and fell on the stone, bleeding all over the ground, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
"These officials are simply careless of human life!"
Crowds fighting for the injured abounded.
"When the officers and soldiers are speeding in the city, something big will definitely happen, and I am afraid that there will be no days to live in peace in the future."
Those who probably know the inside story have already begun to prepare for the back road.
"Those people are so pitiful, they go out and encounter this kind of evil."
Gossip people are never absent.
Ye Bing walked through the group of people with a bun, still thinking about the appearance of the officers and soldiers riding war horses.
"Auntie, where's the bun?"
A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts, she didn't dwell on the scene that had just happened, but after taking something from Zhang Daxian, she stuffed a large bag of buns into him.
"Here, freshly baked meat buns, tube full!"
Touching the hot bun, he hurriedly tore open the oiled paper, and then took a big bite.
The soft white flour is mixed with the meat.
Thief incense!
The thief is delicious!
After all this time, he finally got meat here!
Excited heart trembling hands, aunt is a good person!
As if he suddenly missed his family, he regretted running away from home so impulsively!
If God gave him another chance, he would definitely choose to run away from home in the south instead of in the north.
After solving a meat bun in three or two bites, he hurriedly picked up another one and started eating, and then explained embarrassedly.
"Auntie, this meat bun is really delicious!"
This is the best meat bun he has eaten in his life, so that after his aunt left, he couldn't eat it every time he thought about it, and he was angry and aggrieved.
"Eat more if it's delicious, I still have it in my back basket."
With this act of handing over all the money to her, it is natural to take care of her life.
Ye Bing also took a vegetable bun and ate it slowly.
Some time ago, officers and men have been grasping strong men, and this is a trend to prepare for war.
Now the officers and men are riding around the city in broad daylight, and if nothing serious happens, they will not allow such an act to happen, and many people have been seriously injured today.
Officers and soldiers, strong men, fighting, 100,000 urgent......
From these words, Ye Bing felt that he had guessed something, but he was not sure, after all, it had not happened yet.
"Zhang Daxian, are you really from the capital?"
"That's right!"
"Have you heard of a war?"
"Auntie, how do you ask which building in the capital is good-looking, I may still be able to answer, as for whether I want to fight, how do I know, I am not the emperor today, nor am I a courtier in the court, I am just a son who can only spend all day drinking."
Yes, this Hanhan, what can't you do, the self-awareness and positioning are still clear, seeing that the time is almost up, the ox cart has to rush back to the village, and they don't dare to delay and embark on the journey home.