Nanwang City, which is much larger than Tuman City.

It's more like Shenzhen than a border town.

Business travel is endless, densely populated, and industry and commerce are extremely developed.

It is not difficult to explain why the fortress system together with Cuiliu Fort will be so abandoned, this Yinlang County, where is there still half of the weather of the border county, it is simply the rich and small Jiangnan of Dayan.

Zheng Fan closed the window and stopped looking at the hustle and bustle of the street.

When the new official took office, except for the veteran Tie Sanzhu, no one lit Zheng Fan's fire;

But in front of the boss, you still have to meet him.

Zheng Fan didn't plan to be Dayan's lonely minister, at least, he didn't have this interest now, so this time he brought two boxes of silver ingots.

Xiao Dahai, the chief soldier of Nanwangcheng, is the object of Zheng Fan's visit this time.

Since he came with silver, he couldn't make such a big splash, Zheng Fan simply took Fan Li and Ah Ming, a total of three people, first found an inn in Nanwang City to settle down, and then prepared to see the situation and cast a name.

"Squeak............"

The door of the inn was pushed open, and Fan Li walked in with a lot of food in his hand, and said happily:

"Lord, Beihou cakes, Beihou fritters, Li family buns........."

Although the Hou Yimai of Zhenbei has been stationed in the north of the town for a hundred years, its popularity in Yinlang County is extremely high, after all, the ancestral home of the Li family is Yinlang County.

Because of this, many snacks in Yinlang County have brought the relationship between Zhenbei Hou or the Li family, a bit like in the snack shops around the country in later generations, you can always see the propaganda column saying that Qianlong ate what my family ate when he went to the south of the Yangtze River.

Zheng Fan took the two Li family buns from Fan Li's hands, and said while eating:

"In the afternoon, we'll go post."

There are still a lot of things to deal with over there in Cuiliu Castle, so you can't let everyone live in a tent all the time, is this here to get promoted and make a fortune or to escape?

Ah Ming didn't eat, still patiently trimming his nails, listened to Zheng Fan's words, and nodded.

"You don't eat?"

Zheng Fan remembered that Ah Ming used to eat even Mao Xuewang, but now he feels a little bit like not eating fireworks in the world.

Ah Ming smiled:

"Well, thank you for your concern, I can carry a full meal for many days."

As he spoke, Ah Ming subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth.

"Don't overeat, try to eat regularly."

"Yes."

Ah Ming nodded in agreement, and then continued to trim his nails.

"Shall I change my clothes?"

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and pointed to the sweatshirt on his body.

Beifeng County is a bit of a "simple folk style" here because of the gathering of nonsense, so it doesn't matter how strange you are, but Yinlang County is a bit "simple and simple".

"I'll look for it."

Ah Ming got up, rummaged through the three-person package, found a white robe, and handed it to Zheng Fan.

Dayan is still black, but because of its proximity to Qianguo, Yinlang County is inevitably contaminated with a little "literary style", and the scholars or families of Dayan here also like a whole white robe or robe when they go out.

The clothes were prepared for Zheng Fan before Siniang came, because according to the plan, she would stay in Nanwangcheng for two days at most, and she would go back after having a good relationship, so she didn't bring more clothes.

After changing his clothes, Zheng Fan opened his arms and admired himself.

Fan Li, who had just put the last piece of Beihou cake in his hand into his mouth, looked at Zheng Fan and smiled stupidly;

"Ali, how is it, don't you look like a scholar?" Zheng Fan asked.

Fan Li nodded vigorously,

Road:

"It's like mourning."

"............" Zheng Fan.

…

"Actually, it's really mourning?"

Looking south at the gate of the general soldier's mansion of the city,

White lanterns were hung, and the family members standing at the door were also dressed in white clothes, and the guests who came to pay their respects kept coming in and out.

Zheng Fan stood in front, Ah Ming stood beside Zheng Fan, and Fan Li stood at the back with two boxes of silver ingots.

"Ah Ming."

"Hmm."

"You go to the nearby merchant and ask, who is the one in the General Army's Mansion who died."

"Yes, Lord."

After a while, Ah Ming came back and said very calmly:

"Lord, it was Xiao Dahai who died, saying that he died of illness last night."

After confirming the news, Zheng Fan was really a little crying and laughing, and hesitated, Zheng Fan still felt that since he came, he had to go up to worship and send his share of the foundation money.

"Ah Ming, do you have any silver on you?" Zheng Fan asked.

"I don't take any money with me."

Zheng Fan looked at Fan Li again and said:

"Ali, give me all the money you have left."

Ali placed the two boxes on the ground and made a gesture to open them.

"Don't don't, don't touch the silver."

Fan Li scratched his head with some doubts, didn't this silver say that he would carry it over and give it to the chief soldier.

"When he was alive, it was no problem to send two boxes, but since he was dead, he ......"

Ah Ming on the side answered:

"It's devalued."

"Yes, it's devalued."

Fan Li nodded and said:

"Yes, dead chickens are cheaper in the market than live chickens."

Zheng Fan stepped forward and reached out and took out some broken silver from Fan Li's body, which were left over from Fan Li's previous shopping on the street.

I flipped it in my hand and felt the weight,

"Almost, it's okay, Ali, you carry the silver back to the inn, Ah Ming, you and I go in to condole. By the way, Ali, after returning to the inn, I washed my mouth, and I always felt that your mouth was open today. ”

Fan Li nodded, and obediently picked up the flat shoulder again and went back to the inn.

Zheng Fan walked into the gate of the General Soldier's Mansion with Ah Ming.

There was a housekeeper leading the way at the door, and after entering the inner door, there was a long table on which sat five or six scribes.

Zheng Fan stepped forward and handed over the silver taels in his hand.

The scribe in charge of registering Zheng Fan looked at these broken silvers and was stunned for a moment, the general soldier passed away, and the people with heads and faces in the entire Nanwang City would come to mourn, but the one who sent the foundation gold to this is the first time he has seen it.

To use an inappropriate analogy, it is equivalent to attending someone else's wedding in the next life, and when you give a gift money, you will take a lot of five or ten dollars.

But the quality of the people in the General Military Mansion is really excellent, and they still do things according to the rules, first take out a small scale, weigh the broken silver, and then turn the book of love to Zheng Fan, and at the same time hand over a pen, signaling Zheng Fan to leave his name here.

Zheng Fan signed his name and turned the book of favorites to the scribes.

The scribe glanced down and smashed his mouth, he had never heard that there was a dignitary surnamed Zheng in Nanwangcheng, of course, the dignitaries would not send broken silver as a layman, but he still reminded:

"If you have an official body, please leave an official body."

This is the exchange of human feelings, there are back and forth.

Zheng Fan shook his head and said:

"No need, the kid's family is in the middle of the road, and he has been favored by the chief soldier, but his career is not smooth, the family business is difficult to prosper, and he heard the bad news of the chief soldier, so he borrowed some silver to send a heart, and the rest of the traces are not left."

Ah Ming, who was standing in the back, lowered his head slightly when he heard these words, making his smile less obvious.

I also have some emotion in my heart,

When Zheng Fan first woke up, he didn't even dare to leave the inn, but now he seems to have completely integrated into this world.

When the scribe heard this, he got up and bowed his hand to Zheng Fan, and was greatly moved, and said sincerely:

"Respect the righteousness."

"You're welcome."

After that, Zheng Fan pointed to the inside and said, "Let me go and put incense on the adult." ”

"Please."

Zheng Fan no longer hesitated, turned around and entered the inner house, where banners were hung everywhere, paper money ashes were flying everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of incense and candles.

More than 30 Taoist priests were reciting the scriptures, but because it was the first day and there were many guests who came to pay their respects, they just sat there cross-legged and quietly recited the scriptures, without really "practicing".

In the corridor, Zheng Fan saw a man in a blue robe sitting there, the man was about thirty years old, very tall, with sharp edges, although he was sitting there, he had a heroic aura permeating it.

The reason why Zheng Fan deliberately noticed this person was not because he was forced by his "heroism".

Purely because this person looks a little familiar, coupled with this set of ancient dress, Zheng Fan can't help but think of Lu Bu in the old version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms",

Hmm, that is, the later commander of the 358th Regiment.

The other party also seemed to feel Zheng Fan's gaze, not only directly looked at Zheng Fan, but also immediately stood up and took the initiative to walk towards Zheng Fan.

At the moment when he got up, Zheng Fan also noticed that the other party seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

This detail makes Zheng Fan seem to see himself at the beginning.

At the beginning, I was obsessed with studio comic creation, and I was actually a standard otaku, and sometimes when I went out to attend some public events, it was often like this.

It's embarrassing, you sit there, you don't know what you're going to do, you can only pretend to be very calm and play with your phone there, as if the phone is such a fun thing.

At this time, if someone can chat with themselves, talk, and talk a few times, even if I sell comics and you sell floor tiles, they can talk enthusiastically, anyway, they are all begging for life in the grid.

"Brother Ren, are you in the military?" The other party took the initiative to greet Zheng Fan.

has been a captain for so long, and he is used to giving orders all the way from north to south, so he naturally has such a smell.

In fact, Zheng Fan feels that there is another most important reason, that is, after wearing the armor for a long time, its shaping effect is much better than that of any back, even if you take off the armor, your walking and standing posture will be very different from ordinary people.

Zheng Fan immediately replied: "Yes, the new garrison in Lower Cuiliu Castle, Zheng Fan." ”

"Oh? Coincidentally, the new garrison was appointed in the lower Ji retreat fort, and the left was moved. ”

Chicken Leg Burger?

Not bad

It's also a family,

I am Jiliu Castle.

Anyway, Zheng Fan is no longer interested in complaining about the ability to name the Yan people, and it is not strange that the Qianguo people ridicule you for being uneducated, and you look like a KFC.

In fact, Ji Retreat Fort was named to commemorate the general surnamed Ji who died in battle during the Northern Expedition of the Qianguo Army a hundred years ago, knowing that there were no reinforcements in the rear but did not retreat.

"Brother Zheng is also here to mourn the chief soldier?"

"Exactly."

Zheng Fan felt that there was something wrong with the head of the thing in front of him, or rather, he simply didn't know what to talk to.

There's a funeral here, I'm not here to mourn or to go on an outing?

"Oh, the prefect in front and more than a dozen family heads near Nanwang City are mourning, I'll wait a little longer."

Oh, and get in line.

Zheng Fan nodded, walked to the side of Zuo Jiqian's position before, and sat down as well, and Ah Ming took the initiative to stand behind Zheng Fan.

After Zuo Jiqian sat down, he immediately faced Zheng Fan, smiled, and pursed his lips, probably anxiously looking for a topic and not to be cold.

Seeing this, Zheng Fan took the initiative to speak:

"Where is Brother Zuo?"

"Huwei Zuo's family."

Zheng Fan raised his chin slightly, hiss, rich second generation.

There are seven counties in the Yan country, and there are many gate valves, and there are many people with the same surname, some of which may have been divided hundreds of years ago, but most of them have the same surname, in fact, it has nothing to do with it at all, so when introducing themselves, in order to distinguish themselves, they often add a prefix in front.

For example, a certain family in such and such a place.

is like the Zhang family of Liangguang Zhang and Yang Jiawa,

Can it be the same?

Zheng Fan suddenly thought of a question at this time and asked:

"Brother Zuo, your chicken leg fort, is its wall still there?"

Hearing this question, Zuo Jiqian immediately showed a wry smile on his face, shook his head and said:

"Don't hide it from Brother Zheng, I also just arrived at the post, and it took a long time to find my station, except for rammed earth, not even a single brick was left for me."

"Then I'm fine, I have a lot of bricks there."

There is something worse than himself, Zheng Fan is much more comfortable in his heart.

"Brother Zheng, where is your ancestral home?"

"I'm from the Northlands, and I don't have a line."

No door is no door, Zheng Fan didn't say what kind of cold door he was, in fact, the cold door in ancient times was not an ordinary family, according to the standards of later generations, almost your parents are department-level cadres, your family can barely be called a cold door.

As for the ordinary people further down...... You don't even have a door.

"Northland?" Zuo Jiqian's face did not show disdain, the cultivation of this disciple of the gate valve is still excellent, and he is an honest person at first glance.

Zheng Fan added:

"Northland, in fact, there is only one door."

Zuo Jiqian's mouth opened, his body trembled slightly, and said:

"Brother Zheng is from the Hou Mansion?"

Zheng Fan nodded slightly implicitly and politely.

"Disrespectful, disrespectful!"

Speaking of which,

Zuo Jiqian actually got up again and saluted Zheng Fan,

Road:

"The Hou Mansion has suppressed the barbarians for a hundred years, but all my Dayan soldiers look up to me!"

"Brother Zuo is polite, polite."

Zuo Jiqian sat down again, and immediately spoke again:

"Brother Zheng, as far as I know, many other forts have also recently sent new garrisons over, I feel that the imperial court intends to reorganize the defense line of Yinlang County, and this is to ............ south."

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand, patted Zuo Jiqian's shoulder, and said meaningfully:

"Brother Zuo, you and I are both soldiers, not those scholars."

"What Brother Zheng said is, what he said is, it's me Meng Lang."

At this time, Zheng Fan saw that a group of guests had come out of the mourning hall after mourning.

"Brother Zuo, let's go and put incense on the chief soldier first, and we'll find a wine shop to talk about it in detail later."

"Okay, that's exactly what I want."

Zheng Fan and Zuo Jiqian walked towards the mourning hall, and when they entered, they saw a thin and tall man comforting his widow filial son, and behind the tall and thin man, there were more than ten old people standing.

Zuo Jiqian lowered his voice and said to Zheng Fan:

"That is Lord Lin, the prefect of Nanwang City, and all around him are the patriarchs of the nearby big clans."

Zheng Fan nodded, and stepped forward with Zuo Jiqian to get incense.

The mourning hall is very large,

A fine sandalwood coffin is placed in the center.

Xu is because there are too many guests who come to mourn, and the Yan people are not very interested in etiquette rules, so in order to pursue efficiency, incense cases are placed on all sides of the coffin.

It is equivalent to the security checkpoint from one to four, which is convenient for the flow of people.

But Rao is like this, and the people who are standing next to him and waiting for the incense still surround the mourning hall several times.

Especially the prefect, who was still doing a pro-people show, and there were so many patriarchs of the nearby clans standing next to him, which hindered the evacuation of the flow of people.

But no one dared to go up and urge them, and they even had to cooperate with their expressions on the side.

When the prefect is serious, everyone has to be serious, and when the prefect smiles, everyone has to smile to the same extent.

Zheng Fan was about to be smoked and his head was a little dizzy, and he regretted it a little in his heart, he knew that he would come in and walk around twice and leave, he had to put on some incense, and he didn't come to the lottery.

At this time, Ah Ming, who had been standing behind Zheng Fan, suddenly put his mouth to Zheng Fan's ear and said softly:

"Lord, in the coffin, there is a voice."

Zheng Fan's eyes immediately froze, tilted his head back slightly, and said:

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Ruling out the unrealistic possibility that the family members of the general soldier deliberately threw some pet dog or pet cat into the coffin to accompany the general soldier.

That can only mean one thing......

Zheng Fan suddenly felt that what was wrong with this world, he was in the north, and it was understandable that barbarians liked to play with corpses, why did they get to the south and encounter corpses again?

"I knew earlier, let Liang Cheng come with me."

Zheng Fan teased.

Zombies see zombies, just like fellows see fellows, and they can always say a few words.

However, at this moment,

Sudden mutation has happened!

"Bang!"

A loud bang came,

The coffin lid suddenly popped into the air,

The people in the mourning hall immediately shouted,

forthwith

A hand was raised from inside the coffin,

The palm of the hand held a ball-like thing with many dense holes.

Without waiting for any reaction,

There was a "click" sound from inside the ball,

"Whoosh Whoosh !!!!!"

Countless thin needles shot out from inside the ball!

At the last moment, Ah Ming grabbed Zheng Fan's shoulders and pulled Zheng Fan back, and at the same time took the initiative to block Zheng Fan's body.

"Ahh!!hh

"Ahh

"Ahh

In the mourning hall, countless screams were heard.

Zheng Fan also sensed that Ah Ming's body trembled several times in front of him, and obviously, he was also hit by several stitches.

"Hiss ............"

At the time of the chaos in the mourning hall,

Ah Ming took a breath first,

Then he deliberately turned his head sideways and glanced at Zheng Fan, who was protected by himself,

Asked:

"Lord, I didn't hear what I said just now, do you say it again?"

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Thank you for being the 54th Alliance Leader of Demon Lining!

Well, in addition, occasionally driving can cultivate sentiment, don't drive too much in the barrage, originally the names of Yinlang County and Cuiliu Fort Long really didn't want to explain the number of words......

Well, it's good to write more useful barrages, knock on the blackboard!