"Who can use it? In addition to being able to drive away big fish, does this flag have any other wonderful uses? Sima Fang asked tentatively.

Gongsun Hao smiled slightly, "It's not easy to say." ”

Sima Fang knew that the question he asked was too sensitive, so he immediately laughed and didn't ask any more questions.

Anyway, when he arrives in Zhuo County, all doubts will be answered, and he is not in a hurry.

At the beginning of October, the fleet successfully arrived at Yuyang Wharf.

Gongsun Hao sent Sima Fang to the shore and took his leave.

He could only send Sima Fang here, the fleet only stayed in Yuyang temporarily, and when the goods were unloaded, he had to take this north wind to Liaodong Wharf to transport the grain over there.

Come and go, finish things, and go home for the New Year.

After sitting on the ship for half a month, he experienced another crisis of giants at sea, even if the food on the ship was delicious, Sima Fang and his party also had a shadow on going to sea.

Finally able to get into the carriage, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

The Xu Jiajun who came to meet them was a young man named Wang Jian, followed by several tall Xu Jiajun soldiers with inch heads and tall figures.

When the cronies saw the age of this young man, they couldn't help frowning, "What does Xu Jiajun mean by this?" Why did you send a hairy boy to pick us up? It's also too rude! ”

Sima Fang's intuition told him that this little boy was not simple, raised his hand to signal his cronies not to talk nonsense, and turned his head to find Xu Jiajun to inquire about the identity of this little boy.

It's a pity that the people didn't pay attention to him at all, pulled out the carriage, opened the door indifferently, raised their hands and made a gesture of please, signaling them to get on the carriage.

Sima Fang was stuck in his throat in one breath, and he was almost choked to death by the reaction of the Xu family soldiers.

However, this is not on the sea, stepping on the boundary of Yuyang, or to the territory of Xu Jiajun.

On someone else's territory, it's better to bear with it.

It would be nice to wait until I see my son. Sima Fang comforted himself so much in his heart.

Sima Fang, his cronies, and two retinues got into the carriage, while the rest of the guards rode the horses brought by Xu Jiajun.

The group left the dock and did not enter the city, but rushed directly to Zhuojun on the official road.

Along the way, the little boy had a cold face, and he didn't say a word except to tell them to get off the horse and eat.

made Sima Fang feel like a prisoner being escorted.

The cronies couldn't bear to have a seizure, but they were all stopped by Sima Fang.

"Don't be impatient, this Xu family army is not the usual rebel army that is not a climate, I see these Xu family soldiers sitting in an orderly manner, doing things in a clear way, although they don't say a word to us, but it doesn't seem like they are deliberately slacking."

The cronies nodded, this is true, they should be asked to eat, and they are all prepared, and they are not allowed to do it.

They will also be called when they set off, and they will not drink orders.

If there is something on the way, such as a small solution or something, I will stop and wait, and I will not be irritable.

It's just that......

"How can our young master say that he is also the person who has a face in front of the leader, knowing that it is our young master's father who is sitting in the car, not to mention flattery, how can he have a smiling face?"

"A bunch of tenants are from a bunch of people, and they don't understand the rules!"

Ah Jian, who was leading the way at the front of the line, moved his ears slightly, heard the not whispering complaints in the carriage behind him, the corners of his mouth raised lightly, and a sneer sounded.

There was no laughter, and the carriage immediately fell silent.

Seeing that the other party was quite interesting, Ah Jian didn't bother to bother with such a person, so he pinched the horse's belly and sped up his speed.

As soon as he was fast, the carriage behind him had to speed up to get even higher.

The carriage suddenly accelerated and rushed out, and Sima Fang and his cronies, as well as the two entourage, crashed into the carriage in unison, making a "bang" sound.

Listening to the inhalation sound of "oops, oops" in the car, Xu Jiajun, who was rushing to the car, curled the corners of his mouth.

Although the leader ordered to be polite to the guests, he was only speeding up a little, so it shouldn't be considered polite, right?

When the group crossed the wharf, they could see fields of farmland and small villages smoking from cooking.

The fields and villages are lined with wide concrete avenues, where the rice has already been harvested, and the weeds have been cleared and the hardy Chinese cabbage has been planted in the fields.

October has entered the winter, and the green in the fields is particularly eye-catching in the withered yellow scenery.

The farmers squatted in the fields and carefully waited for the new vegetable seeds that were only distributed this year, watching the vegetables grow little by little, with a satisfied smile on their faces.

In the village not far away, the smoke curls up, and the laughter and laughter of every household drifts into the ears with the north wind, a prosperous scene.

The children under the big tree at the entrance of the village wore jackets stuffed with cotton, gray linen trousers, and thick-soled linen shoes.

As he runs, a sock made of wool of various colors peeks peeks out of his trouser tube.

Such a body looks very warm, and it is more than enough to deal with the low temperature at the beginning of winter.

Sima Fang looked at these children playing under the big tree through the car window, their fleshy faces became pink because of running, and they murmured in confusion:

"Who are these little sons of the family? Why isn't there anyone waiting for you? ”

The cronies reminded awkwardly, "Master, this is a bunch of village dolls, not aristocratic sons." ”

Sima Fang didn't believe it, and pointed to the children's ruddy complexion and clothes without a single patch and asked:

"Have you ever seen a village doll like this?"

The cronies also hesitated, "This, this is indeed something I haven't seen before, but they are really not young masters." ”

"Really, not?" Sima Fang still refused to believe it.

The cronies were silent, and the houses in the distant village were neat, the roads were clean and clean, and the smell of oily meat wafted from the village, it was hard to believe that this was a small village.

Looking away from the village and down to the front of the road, there is a straight and wide gray cement road.

Even if it's winter, there are many people traveling on this road.

Some people drove ox carts with boxes filled with fresh fruits and vegetables.

It's winter, how did you get so many fresh fruits and vegetables?

There are also people who do not take the car, but seven or eight people walk in groups, carrying hoes, firewood knives and burdens for picking up goods on their shoulders.

They walked into the city with short hair that was close to their scalps or with their heads in whole linen turbans, talking and laughing.

It can be seen that these are not rich and noble families, just ordinary farmers.

But Sima Fang's master and servant were really difficult to match them with the thin and small peasants who always walked with their impressions.

These people, all of whom are ruddy-complexion, full of vigor when they speak, with their heads held high, striding forward, look like people who have been well-fed all year round and have strength.

Moreover, they were not ashamed of their lowly status, and when they passed by those who were sitting in carriages or riding horses, they generously waved their hands and said loudly:

"Friendly!"

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