Song Zhi asked the main gate of the mansion, Wei Changpan and Zhang Ziwen walked out side by side, and the personal soldiers on duty knew Zhang Ziwen, a personal staff officer, so the two of them came and went freely, and Liu Ziyi had been waiting for a long time outside the mansion.

"You have refuted the general's kindness with such words today, if it were replaced by someone else, not to mention the reward, not to hold a grudge, you would have to burn high incense. Zhang Ziwen stabbed Wei Changpan's waist in the eye, and said angrily, "It's a loss that you ran into our general! Otherwise, where will the elm pimple on your shoulder be enough to cut a few times!"

Wei Changpan knew that he had rejected General Song's kindness this time, and he might not have a chance to climb like this in this life, but no matter what, his life was the most important. He couldn't take the risk of being cut by the people of Lutai and Songfeng Mountain to come to the door, and this was enough to glorify the lintel of the old Wei family in Qingshan Town.

"How can I not know the general's kindness, I also want to return to Jiangzhou with glory and glory...."His voice gradually became inaudible, "But I don't know when I will be able to go back...."

After learning some news from his father Zhang Bashun that others did not know, Zhang Ziwen probably also had some understanding of Wei Changpan's life experience, this young martial artist whose hometown was in Jiangzhou was probably killed in Jiangzhou Shimen, escaped from the enemy's pursuit and met the dart team, and then traveled all the way to Jinzhou. However, before he met the dart team in Suzhou, he didn't know the difficulties and dangers along the way.

What kind of grudge made Wei Changpan scruple about being rewarded by the imperial court and making him famous all over the world? What kind of land did his enemies have so much power? Zhang Ziwen already had countless speculations in his heart, but they were only speculations, and it was sometimes not a very good habit to get to the bottom of the matter.

"The reward is excellent, but the only ones who can receive the reward are me and Brother Liu. Wei Changpan walked slowly on the street, "That barbarian lord of the Salha tribe is actually not much different from any ordinary barbarian horseman, and burning the siege equipment in the nameless valley is also something that only big guys can do..."

"The people who should be rewarded are those who saved the besieged people by being killed by arrows in the front of the charge, and those who lured away the half of the hundred-man team by shooting arrows for us in that nameless valley mouth, they are all real heroes..."

"It doesn't make sense that these heroes are dead, so that the living can receive the credit they gave with their lives. ”

"The ownership of this reward is still left to the general to decide, but my share of the money may as well be distributed to the families and relatives of those people. ”

Liu Ziyi was also busy echoing: "The next share will also be handed over to Brother Zhang and distributed to the brothers who died in battle." ”

Then he mentioned it again, "But please also ask Brother Zhang to get a good-looking certificate, it is best to have someone in the army to report the good news in the next house, our old man is afraid that we will not be able to mix up in this life, if he goes back and tells him what merits his son has made in the north, he will have to sell the cattle and sheep in the world to dredge the joints in the yamen..."

"We used to mess around there in a mess, and we didn't get into trouble because we learned martial arts. Liu Ziyi patted his chest and smiled, "But now that we have walked through the grassland, it can be regarded as giving his old man's parents some face." ”

"That's easy to say. Zhang Ziwen and Wei Changpan looked at each other and smiled.

The prodigal son turned back, and it was not easy.

"But Changpan, the attribution of your reward is honest, if you don't take it, it will be a headache for the general. ”

"It's good to do it yourself, but the general said to help you once, and he won't break his word. ”

"I remember to talk to my father after returning to the dart bureau, there have been a lot of things around the general recently, and this year's reunion dinner may be made up of at the general's mansion. ”

After saying that, Zhang Ziwen turned around and wanted to enter the mansion, when a strange speech suddenly came from the street:

"Our Song general in Jinzhou is less polite and virtuous after all, but it is no wonder that he is inevitably uncontaminated with some vulgar martial artists all day long. ”

On the street, three or five scholars surrounded the mink Qiu Shizi, who had changed his body and was obviously not as expensive as his previous fur clothes, turned back, and it was still this scholar who spoke before.

"If Brother Zhang is inconvenient to make a move, you might as well let me do it for you again. Liu Ziyi moved his neck, shoulders, waist and legs to try, and then showed a provocative look to those scholars.

Although the latter was extremely indignant, remembering the scene of this vulgar martial artist doing his job on the street before, he hesitated to step forward, so he had to secretly say in his heart, how can a scholar of my generation reason with a rough person who may not be able to read a basket of big characters in front of him? If it is even more insulting to talk about moving his fists, it is contrary to the principles of the sages.

As the so-called scholar and martial artist meet, when the scholar is reasonable, the martial artist will use his fist, and when the scholar talks about the fist, the martial artist will be reasonable, how can it be passed?

"The general is not polite, and the corporal is a personal staff officer, but he also knows a thing or two. Zhang Ziwen walked to this mink Qiu Shizi and said softly, "On this street, everyone who stood until yesterday was sent to the general's room, and the general was reading the prince's policy theory that night, and the lights in the house were not extinguished until the third watch. ”

The scholars had expected that these sinky theories had probably been picked up by the rotten papers collected in the city, but at this time, they knew that General Jinju had read the strategies he had submitted with his own hands in the middle of the night, and they had mixed feelings for a while.

But then Zhang Ziwen's words were like a blow to these scholars: "Sure enough, only people who have never been on the battlefield can write such stupid words, and the general will simply stain the general's eyes when he reads the bullshit you write! You scholars who are full of clichés should be thrown into the battlefield to fight with the barbarians!"

"Waste. A mouthful of spit on the ground, and the scholars were dumbfounded as they looked at the back of Zhang Ziwen who turned around and walked into the Jinzhou General's mansion.

"I never thought that Brother Zhang was also a man of temperament, and it would not be bad to bring in two cups one day. Liu Ziyi was also shocked by his remarks, and praised him heartily after coming back to his senses after a while.

Seeing that the eyes of those scholars were not good, Liu Ziyi was about to roll up his sleeves and come violently, and the former was also embarrassed to walk a few steps away before reuniting and whispering, looking at the resentful eyes of the general's mansion and Wei Changpan from time to time, probably some complaints about General Song's lack of discernment.

"What are Brother Wei's plans for the future?"

The two walked on the streets of the city, unconsciously the New Year was closed, but for the people of Jinzhou, the coming year in the shadow of the barbarians in the sixth winter of Emperor Yao Lie was obviously not as peaceful as in previous years, and most of the shops in the city that still had stock had doubled their prices, but they still couldn't stop the momentum of the people in the city rushing to buy New Year's goods, which was still more than a decade before the 30th year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and many shop containers were swept away.

After all, after some time, there may not be enough money to buy these things, and the barbarian rangers outside the city are unscrupulous, and the cart team carrying goods outside the city has not been seen for many days, and I heard that they were all robbed by barbarians on the road, and when the goods were unloaded, the people who held the goods and the cart were tied together and burned.

"Let's go back to the army and the dart game first, and then let's take a step and see a step. Wei Changpan was also a little at a loss as to how to go in the future, but at the moment, there was only one place to go, Wu and the dart game, and where could they go back if they didn't return to the dart game.

"We thought about it and received the reward of General Song, even if we started as a pawn, I can't say that one day we can become a general who leads the army. Liu Ziyi scratched his head, probably because he had not caught all the lice and fleas on his head in the bathing place before, and the remnants of the party were haunted again at this moment, and he couldn't help but scratch his ears and cheeks on the street.

It was easy to stop the itch, Liu Ziyi sighed, "But this year to enter the Jinzhou State Army, next year Brother Wei can still see us is a matter of two things, our family is our only child, from childhood to adulthood by our temperament, when I was a child, it was just a fool and willful, I left Jinzhou to fight in the rivers and lakes, and this time I went north to the grassland and died for a lifetime..."

"Let's go home more often to spend time with my parents. ”

"The truth is this truth, but I have something to do...."

How should he say it? Could it be that as soon as he returned to Jiangzhou, once the disciples of Songfeng Mountain and the Assassin of Cutting Lutai recognized him, he would have to continue to flee from Jiangzhou in embarrassment like a dog?

The beauties in the Xiaoqinglou are counting on him to be a person outside, the four beauties and Qian Erye are the people he has been grateful to all his life, without them, he is still in the town all day long, either fiddling with crops in the two acres of small pitiful fields, or risking being devoured by jackals, tigers and leopards to go up the mountain to find some medicinal herbs and sell them in the county seat to subsidize the family.

Now that he has the opportunity to take the second path, he naturally has to cherish it.

"Fried chestnuts, fresh fried chestnuts, fragrant before baking~"

"Sugar man!

"Radish Sweet comes to the pear race~"

The powerful vendors on the street are still fiddling with the food they got out of nowhere, but at this time of year, it is naturally ridiculously expensive compared to the previous year. And the people in the city have come forward to inquire, most of them are stupid and returned, and a few people who are obviously dressed and have a solid family background only buy half a catty of tooth sacrifice.

The meal that relied on storytelling in the Yamen prison is now almost not much left, and Wei Changpan and his stomach are now rumbling, and the aroma from these cart stalls makes both of them swallow their saliva in unison.

"Brother Wei, do you still have any silver on you?" Liu Ziyi stabbed Wei Changpan with his elbow, but pointed to the fried chestnut stall, "That fried chestnut is still fresh." ”

Wei Changpan groped around his body with a sad face, and finally found a broken silver the size of a thumb nail, "That's all left, I don't know if I can exchange it for a pound of fried chestnuts and come back." ”

Fried chestnuts.... Fragrant!