There are more than 100 people gathered at the gate of Jushi Winery. There was a man standing on the steps, who seemed to be the hard-hearted black-faced man from the discussion that day.

He shouted something above, and the people below seemed to be mobilized to fight, and one by one they were angry.

"The business of the old man is our business!" shouted the young man below, waving his fist.

"Defend the Horse Farm, Defend the Winery, Defeat the Bandits!" another middle-aged man also shouted loudly.

"The Golden Wind Peony must be old!" and I don't know who is shouting.

The crowd was noisy and shouting, and the shouts were earth-shattering, and the momentum was very strong. Fu Yunge rubbed his ears that were uncomfortably shocked, and signaled to Dongfang Shiming if he wanted to go over now.

The black-faced man stood on it and saw the two of them. His memory is okay, and he barely remembers that he is a friend of Young Master Ju.

But because he was still boosting his morale, he couldn't pull away, so he beckoned to one of the servants on the side, and asked him to go over to meet the two of them for him.

The servant's eyes were bright, and he understood what the black-faced man meant, so he quietly descended from the steps on one side and met with the two men in the distance.

There were still a few small back doors in the Ju's winery, and the servant took the two of them around, and finally entered the winery.

The two of them still remembered the location of the council hall, and they were in a hurry, so they left their servants and ran quickly over there.

When they arrived, they found that Ju Lao, Ju Wuzhu and others were inside, and the voices of argument came and went.

Ju Wuzhu was persuading his father to participate in the auction, standing by the chair and talking. Seeing that it was Fu Yunge and the two of them coming, he was naturally overjoyed, and hurriedly welcomed the two of them in before he finished speaking.

Time was pressing, and Fu Yunge and the others didn't have time to be polite with them, so they hurriedly poured beans into the bamboo tube and told everyone the key points they were going to say in one go.

When the two of them finished complementing each other, the expression on Ju Lao's face was still very solemn, but the elders who still held the people first in the crowd gradually fell silent.

"They are secretly prepared, whether they give in or not, they are very likely to let the tragedy of Bu Yuanfang repeat itself. Fu Yunge said with a frown.

"At such times, it really doesn't make sense to make concessions......"

"If we still blindly swallow our breath now, we will become a shrinking generation, and the century-old reputation of Ju's Winery will be ruined, not to mention, it is not conducive to the people. An elder who was still persuading Ju Lao to refuse the auction just now also changed his words.

"Yes, father. Ju Wuzhu was already dry-mouthed, and all the truths he could think of had been finished, and now he only nodded and agreed.

Everyone in the room then turned their eyes to Ju Lao's body, and there was silence all around.

At this time, the black-faced man who had just pulled the people outside the gate of the Ju winery to make a noise also strode in.

When he saw that the situation in the house was unusual, he stood at the door and observed.

Although he had a rough appearance, his heart was very fine, and he soon felt that the emotions in the room seemed to be focused on Ju Lao, and he roughly understood what was going on.

In order to assist, he then patted his chest, waved his big hand and pointed out the door, saying: "Folks, they all support us in fighting against the bandits and insist on auctioning!"

This sentence is like the wind fueling the fire, and everyone's impatient emotions are ignited one after another, forming a raging situation.

Ju Wuzhu patted the arm of the chair with his hand, and persuaded his father as if blaming. The others also agreed on the same and persuaded the old man to live in a gossiping manner.

Ju Lao's eyes finally relaxed, as if a person who had lost his way in the snow field had found a bonfire, and it gradually brightened.

"Alas......" He stood up with his chair on his feet, as if thousands of tons of stones had been relieved, and the confusion and sorrow on his face faded.

"In that case......

He turned his back to the crowd, looked at the big picture of "benevolence" hanging in the center of the council hall, and hesitated.

"Well, then, from today. and those bandits, not sharing the sky. ”

"The auction should be held normally. ”

Outside the door, the wind grew louder. The sky outside didn't know when it began to turn cloudy, and the wind was a little cool, blowing across the waves of the river from the other side of the mountain, and drifting to every place on both sides of the river.

At night, everyone returned to their homes in Drunken Dust.

Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming came back relatively late, but in order to spread the news, they still rushed back overnight and forwarded Ju Lao's letter to the director of the Great Commercial Pavilion.

According to the curator, the closure notice will be spread tomorrow morning, so the city will definitely be busier tomorrow. After a brief exchange, everyone made it clear that they would all go to the street tomorrow to help rectify it, and arranged the relevant battle situation distribution, so the meeting broke up early.

In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that the battle will come sooner or later, and what they can do now is to prepare and wait and see what happens.

Drunken Dust Township let them rest early, but at the moment of lying down, no one seemed to have something to say, but they didn't know what to say.

The darkness of the night, the silence engulfed all the restlessness and the words in the throat, and was swallowed up by the night breeze soon. There were no stars at night, and layers of thick clouds hid the moonlight.

Except for the occasional barking of dogs, under the dome, the four fields were silent.

The next day was spent all day in a busy way. There are many merchants who flock to the big commercial hall to discuss the explanation, and those who have nothing to do are also dealing with the relevant matters of the store.

The peach blossoms on the street were left out in the cold, and the Dashang Pavilion and Chongdaocheng were tired to death, so they could be regarded as having dealt with it almost well.

However, although Fu Yunge was tired, his mood was not bad.

In the morning, Poinsettia disappeared for half an hour, and when she returned, she brought him a sword wrapped in a brocade bag. He said that although he just bought one casually from a blacksmith, it should be useful for his current stage.

After all, the strength is insufficient, and you may suffer in a melee with your bare hands. What's more, Dongfang Shiming has a silver fan, and his "defenseless" is not insured.

There is not much time left before the auction opens, and after settling the merchants, they must start helping the Great Merchants Hall handle the auction again.

Because, this event not only has the publicity to be reduced, but the number of specially invited guests has also decreased, mainly from the past.

Finally, the curator also attached an unexpected notice at the end of the invitation letter, allowing them to choose whether to come or not.

For several days, the weather was overcast. The cool breeze shuttles through the flow of people in the streets, as if it is accumulating a long-lost rain.

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Riverside. Fu Yunge faced the wind blowing from the river, holding the sword in his hand, as well as the personnel distribution that had been discussed.

The tide of the river is full of wind and mountains, and the miscellaneous reeds on one side emerge with green tips.

It's the last afternoon. What will become of this time tomorrow, no one can say.

"It's so idle, it's all over, but the real thing hasn't started yet. ”

Behind it is the voice of Oriental poetry. Fu Yunge didn't look back, just nodded lightly, which was a response to him.

Dongfang Shiming walked up to him from behind, bent down and pulled out a reed and put it in his mouth, leisurely crossed his arms, and looked at the scenery on the opposite bank.

The two of them will have the same job tomorrow. Stationed in the Dashang Pavilion, one is to protect the elderly and each participant, and the other is to protect the Golden Wind Peony. If Ju Lao succeeds in taking pictures of the Golden Wind Peony, they will be responsible for sending him back to Pimazhuang safely.

Neither can we let the old man make a mistake, nor can we let the golden wind peony make a mistake. This is their resolution.

"Zuichen Township is in the front dock, Gongsun and they are stationed on the first main street, Yue Shenchen and the others are stationed on the second street, and the predecessors of Poinsettia Mei are in the deputy dock, Chongdao Cheng They are in Pima Village. ”

Dongfang Shiming took out his share of the personnel assignment from his arms and said, with a joke in his tone: "I feel that the task of the two of us is the most risky, they are really unkind." ”

The corners of Fu Yunge's mouth curled: "There are nearly 100 capable guards in the Great Commercial Pavilion, and most of us don't need them." ”

"Is it—?" Dongfang Shiming dragged out his accent, completely inattentive.

Fu Yunge didn't have any jokes, he slowly pulled out his sword to observe.

It is indeed a sword with no characteristics, the workmanship is not very exquisite, and the blade is still a little rough on one side.

However, this is his first weapon, and the commemorative significance is still somewhat significant. But he hasn't had time to get acquainted with this weapon yet, and tomorrow they will go into battle together.

"It should be, it's okay......" Dongfang Shiming looked at the surging river and muttered to himself.

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