"Some people look like adults, but they are actually children. Some people look like children, but they are actually adults. ”

This is what Jia Liu sincerely felt, that Yang Yuchun was born with divine power at a young age, and his skills were comparable to Li Kui and Zhang Fei, which was really surprising.

What is especially rare is that this little guy has never practiced martial arts, which makes Jia Liu even more convinced that there is really talent in the world.

Some people are born different from others.

It's like Jia Liu himself.

Or can he become the first Butha of the Eight Banners of the Han Army? Can you hire such a great bodyguard for yourself with thirty taels?

"Young master, can you not keep looking at my face when you speak... Do you think I can't fight, like a child? ”

Yang Zhi was quite aggrieved, and after entering the city, the young master never left the little spring in his mouth, and he really had a new person who hated the old one.

"I know what else to ask... Hey! ”

Jia Liu's eyes were attracted by the verses on a stone tablet at the gate of the Lu You Temple next to him.

The poem was written by the Southern Song Dynasty poet Lu You, called "Sending Fan She People Back to the Dynasty", and the inscription looks like it was from the Ming Dynasty.

"It's anti-poetry."

Jia Liu made up his mind.

"Anti-poetry?"

Yang Zhi took a closer look at the poem on the stele, and then said disapprovingly: "Young master, it is written under the stele that this is a poem by the Song Dynasty poet Lu You, why do you say that people are anti-poems?" ”

"Why isn't it an anti-poem, you see this sentence of Dongdu children as Hu, where is Dongdu, what does Hu mean?"

"And this, send the public back to the Ming Lord, the Ming Lord?"

"This sentence is even more excessive, what does it mean to clear the dust for Shenzhou early?"

"Anti-poetry, great anti-poetry!"

Jia Liu is still very confident in his censorship ability, Lu You's loss is from the Southern Song Dynasty, and he doesn't know how many times he will be cut now.

Yang Zhi glanced at the young master as if he was looking at a neuropathy, and muttered: "Lu You's poems can be called anti-poems by the young master, so according to this, the young master is still a thief." ”

"What do you mean?"

Jia Liu's eyebrows were raised: Is this kid jealous or what, why do you keep talking to yourself.

"Young master, what's the old lady's name?"

Yang Zhi deliberately lowered his voice, as if this was a matter that could not see the light.

"Jahanfu."

Jia Liu remembered this name when it turned into ashes.

"Han Fu Han Fu, Fu Han Fu Han, young master, you ponder carefully..."

Well?

Jia Liu had a stirring spirit in his heart, there was something wrong with the old lady's name.

"When the old lady was alive, he was first a Ming Dynasty official, and then a Qing official, and his name was given by the old lady, why did he have a backlash?"

Jia Liu suddenly thought of something, snorted, knocked Yang Zhi's head, and scolded: "The old lady's surname is Jia, fake Fuhan, understand?" Okay, you're a bolt, you dare to choreograph the master, I see you're the backbone in the back of your head..."

didn't think that Yang Zhi's next sentence made Jia Liu speechless.

"Then young master, did you change Yang Chun to Yang Yuchun, do you want people to learn from Chang Yuchun? He's going to learn Chang Yuchun, which young master is it? ”

The bolt pillar has a thief's face, how can he still have the honest appearance of the past.

"You are not smart when you should be smart, and you are a thief when you should not be smart."

Jia Liu snorted, raised his foot and kicked over, but he didn't really kick it, but took it back to Sheng, and then stepped forward and patted the bolt with a smile, with a look of appreciation.

"I didn't see you still having the skills... When the young master becomes an official in the future, he will definitely let you play a good life. ”

"What for?"

Yang Zhi was dumbfounded.

Jia Liu ignored him, and walked around until Lu Youzhong, and when he came out again, he saw Yang Yuchun's little guy coming.

I said before that I would meet on Lu You, so I didn't have to wait for the evening.

"Have you said it all at home?"

"I said it."

"Your father and mother have no opinion, right?"

"No comment."

"Nacheng, you are familiar with Chongzhou, take us to find a delicious restaurant to eat first."

"Hmm."

Yang Yuchun didn't talk much, and pointed to the front and said that there was a good restaurant there, and he had been here with his grandfather when he was a child.

Jia Liu had no opinion, and ran to the restaurant with Er Yang.

After going upstairs, I found that the road was narrow, and the flag-full Foluntai was sitting at a table near the window, talking and laughing.

"Hey, Devil Six!"

A man with a full flag saw the three of Jia Liu's master and servant, and immediately stood up angrily, pointed at Jia Liu and scolded: "What are you doing here!" ”

"Eat."

If he only brought the bolt pillar, Jia Liuyi would not say much nonsense and turn around and go downstairs, but now that Yang Yuchun is here, he wants to see if the flags dare to touch him.

"Sit down, what's your business with people eating?"

To Jia Liu's surprise, that Frentai had a bit of a general's demeanor, and he didn't rely on the fact that there were more people to "bully" Jia Liu, and put on a majestic style. However, the three Su Lama who followed looked indignant, glaring at Jia Liu fiercely from time to time.

Jia Liu looked familiar, no need to ask, they were all his "old customers", and they were punished severely.

That's it, the two sides sit at a table each, and no one pays attention to the other.

After calling the guys and ordering a few signature dishes, Jia Liu leaned back on the chair, put one hand on the windowsill, and looked at the market in Chongzhou with great interest.

Soon, the first braised rabbit head was placed on the table, and Jia Liu was about to move his chopsticks, but there was a sound of gongs on the street under the window, and then many people ran west along the gongs.

"Young master, it seems that there is going to be an execution over there?"

When Yang Zhi was in Beijing, he often went to the entrance of the vegetable market to see the beheading, and he was very familiar with the execution scene.

When I looked around, I saw that there was an execution ground for beheading criminals in the center of the fork in the west.

Jia Liu had no interest in killing people in the execution ground, so he casually said "oh" and put a piece of rabbit head in his mouth and bit it.

The group of Manmeng disciples next door were very lively, and a group of people were lying by the window and pointing to the west.

When the guy came to serve the food, Jia Liu casually asked what was going on.

"I heard that a few thieves who sneaked over from Jinchuan were caught, and the yamen called for public execution... These thieves make trouble every year, and they will make trouble when they beat Kangxi, and they don't know what to do.

But this time, I'm afraid it won't last long, the court moved seriously, and a lot of soldiers and horses came, and I heard that tens of thousands of soldiers from the Eight Banners came, and Zhun Bao was able to peel off the skin of these thieves..."

Jia Liu listened to it funny, the Qing army used seventy or eighty thousand people in Jinchuan, but the Eight Banners soldiers counted them as Bai Tang'a, I am afraid that there are only four or five thousand people, where can there be tens of thousands of Eight Banner soldiers.

There is no need to explain anything to a guy, he casually threw the gnawed rabbit head on the table, and when he saw that Yang Yuchun didn't move his chopsticks, he smiled and said: "Eat, you have to eat and drink spicy food if you do it with me, otherwise how can you be willing to die for me?" ”

Yang Yuchun hadn't eaten meat for a long time, just now because he didn't get used to it for a while, so he was a little restrained, and after listening to Jia Liu's words, he relaxed a little and picked up chopsticks to prepare to clip a rabbit head.

At this time, I heard a loud shout from outside: "Can you tell the elders and villagers of Chongzhou what year it is?" ”

The voice was extremely loud, and it was the thief who was about to be tortured on the execution ground screaming.

"Little thief, my lord told you, this year is the thirty-eighth year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty! Save you from dying in confusion, and you can't find the way to the underworld! ”

Someone in the crowd watching the execution replied, causing the crowd to start laughing.

"Wrong! Wrong! You're wrong, you're all wrong! ”

The young man on the torture platform who shouted loudly tried his best to break free from the executioner who wanted to gag him, and shouted at the crowd with all his strength: "This year is the 127th year of the Ming Dynasty!" ”

"Cut, cut it!"

The officials who supervised the beheading were afraid that those thieves would bewitch the people, so they hurriedly threw down the arrows despite the time coming.

"We are not thieves, we are the people of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Descendants of the Han family, one day, you will awaken!"

"Slash!"

Six big knives fell at the same time, and with the pillar of blood gushing into the sky, six young great heads fell to the ground at the same time, rolling down under the torture platform.

After a short silence, the crowd suddenly stirred, and they all took the barrels and basins in their hands to catch the blood gushing down.

Some people rushed to the head to pick up the blood flowing from the severed skull.

Others rushed to the top of the torture table.

The scene was chaotic, and neither the prison officials nor the soldiers who maintained order stopped the people from going crazy.

"Well killed, dog thief, dare to shout when you are dying!"

A group of Manmeng children lying by the window also shouted excitedly, but they didn't notice that the chopsticks in the six hands of the devil at the next table fell to the ground "horn".

Thief?

How could the thieves of Jinchuan be Han Chinese, how could they be the people of the Ming Dynasty?

This, what the hell is going on!