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Although Lidu was in the territory of the Northern Dynasty, in the last negotiation between the two countries, Liu Quan lost it to Han Feng in the hunt, so although Lidu did not border with the Western Dynasty, it was the territory of the Western Dynasty.

The person guarding the city is still Uncle Tan, who used to be a high-ranking Uncle Tan for Han Feng.

The group was still more than ten miles away from the city gate, and Tan Qianbai brought his subordinates to greet them. Many of these people are familiar faces of Han Feng, they are used to being powerful and blessed in Lidu, and they have long forgotten whether they have offended the powerful people in front of them once upon a time, so they seem extremely humble when they greet them, only Tan Bo has a face that is not embarrassed or embarrassed, with a humble chest, and accompanies Han Feng to talk and laugh at the customs of his hometown.

Han Feng sat on the horse, and Tan Bo was the one who led the horse.

He sat on top of his head, and he could see Tan Bo's gray hair, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional: once upon a time, he was afraid and afraid of people who looked down on him, but at this time, he was just a person, just an ordinary old man.

Thinking of the old man, Han Feng's heart was gloomy for a while, he felt the ground under him faintly shake in the middle of the night yesterday, this vibration came from afar, presumably it was the move of the Emperor Uncle Ancestor. No matter what he did, the world was bound to be a lot safer.

However, as long as there are people, there is no talk of security.

He moved his gaze from Tan Bo to those entourage, only to see that the more rampant he was before, the more humble and cautious he was at this moment, and a group of people were eager to put a few turtle shells on themselves, just hoping that Han Feng could not have such a good memory.

And Han Feng naturally remembered, the past was vivid, how could he easily forget it, not to mention that with Bai Tong, he broke the barrier several times, even those vague memories have become clearer and clearer, not to mention that some memories are engraved in his bones at all. How can you forget?

But to the relief of those entourage, although Han Feng was able to call out each of them by name, and even joked about their past actions, he didn't seem to care. His "magnanimity" does not seem to be fake, but is sincere and grateful.

It's like a child returning home, and in his eyes, everything is kind and kind.

"I thought that if I hadn't had all the experiences I had in the past, maybe I wouldn't have been able to become me. Han Feng smiled, without any harshness, "Time changes a lot of things. Whether it is hurt or humiliated, it is just a journey, and what you will encounter in the future will only be more difficult. ”

"Yes, Holy Wise. All the entourages spoke in unison, but a few officials who were usually a little clever broke out a layer of sweat on their backs, secretly wondering if the word "more difficult" was said by the saint, wasn't he warning them that he would use more cruel methods to let them "experience" in the future?

The speaker was unintentional, the speaker was intentional, Han Feng was just expressing his feelings, but in the evening, he received the resignation of four or five people. There are various reasons for returning to their hometowns, some suddenly remember that there are still 80-year-old parents at home to take care of, and some say that they are not in good health and it is difficult to continue to suffer in this bitter cold place.

Han Feng and his entourage rested at Uncle Tan's mansion, and he believed in the letters of resignation one after another in front of Uncle Tan. Tan Bo's face was white for a while, and he only felt that those letters were like a slap, slapping his face with hot pain, and he couldn't stop screaming bitterly in his heart, secretly scolding these dogs for raising them early and late, but leaving at this time, wouldn't it be difficult for him to do it.

"Holy Lord, these ......" Tan Bo licked his chapped lips and almost cursed a swear word, "...... People don't want to serve the imperial court, and they really ...... to leave the capital at this moment" He just wanted to say that he would send soldiers to catch them one by one, when he saw Han Feng wave his hand and said with a smile: "Uncle Tan, the life of leaving the capital is indeed not easy, you know it." They have suffered all their lives, and it is time to rest. If you think the same way, then I will be right. ”

Tan Qianbai hurriedly knelt down and said, "The minister doesn't dare to die!"

Han Feng nodded and said, "Since you are willing to stay, then stay." No one knows Lidu better than you, and if you leave, I'll really have to think about it, and it's best to have you here. ”

Tan Qianbai heard the amnesty, secretly wiped the sweat on his head, and said: "The ancestral hall dedicated to the saint's parents has been built, and it will be placed in the north of the city, do you want to go and see it tomorrow?"

Han Feng's brows tightened slightly, and then he smiled and sighed. He remembered the reason he had gone out of town in the first place, the one that now seemed somewhat ridiculous.

Parents are buried together.

Although there is no poisonous gas in Daijin Pond, the corpses of those Yi girls are mixed with each other and it is difficult to distinguish, and only he can find the tomb where his mother's bones are buried. And the poisonous miasma of the Ten Thousand Bone Mound is very pervasive, and he doesn't even know what the situation is in the mound. The people who bury the men in the capital have always gone and returned quickly, they are afraid that they will be infected with poisonous gas and die, so they will not bury those people alive, so how to find out the corpse of their father in the mound of bones?

So what is the need to go to this so-called ancestral hall?

Han Feng shook his head and waved his hand to order Tan Bo to retreat.

After Uncle Tan left, Han Feng was the only one left in the huge house. Outside the door are two groups of ten people who take turns to watch the night, and in the stable not far away, there are Langba and Ye and Xiaozhuo whispering.

Quiet environment, good for memories.

Han Feng spread out the paper on the horizontal table in front of him, thinking about the old people who had not left the capital. Many of those people were known to him, and most of them were physically disabled and could not enter the prodigal soldiers at that time, so they were still struggling to survive in Lidu, but now that they have been freed from their lowly status, their lives are better. These people may not be able to compare with Duren, but they can live to adulthood, and they have more or less a skill, and it just so happens that there is a vacancy under Tan Bo's subordinates, and it is their turn to turn over.

After drawing up the list, Han Feng walked out of the door. The group of ten had long known that they would not be able to control the emperor on their own, so they were extremely wise to stay in the Tan Bo Mansion and not follow him.

Outside Tan Bo's Mansion, Han Feng was lost for a while.

It's not because the buildings in Lidu have changed over the years, but because he has never walked these roads near Tan Bo's residence.

The ends of these roads, which used to be guarded by the soldiers, discouraged them. And at this moment, he was strolling leisurely, and the people next to him didn't even dare to look directly at him.

It's just a few years of change.

He walked neither fast nor slow, and in an hour or so, he walked to the former mine. The water of the Seli River is already clear, and the cave in the middle of the night glows like a ghost cave. Han Feng took a deep breath, feeling the metallic air fill his body. This is the breath of home, which evokes his nostalgia for another hometown atmosphere.

He turned around and headed towards Boss Tan's restaurant.

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