A meal of mutton soaked in steamed buns and garlic is very comfortable, especially in the company of Zhuo's, which adds some other fun.

Therefore, after sending away some of the Zhuo clans, Yang Chuan simply rode his jujube red horse, walked around his fiefdom, and then, squatting on a stone by the Weishui, thought about it for a while.

In winter, Weishui is not turbid at all, and there are some broken ice floating on the surface of Qinglingling's water, which collides with each other with the gurgling water, and some of them are broken, and they disappear into the water.

After some ice blocks collide, they inexplicably combine to form a larger piece of ice.

This is a bit like in this life, some people meet, no, pass by, and never meet again; And some people, for various reasons, once they meet, they will have a relationship.

A good relationship, a bad relationship, Dute Niang's relationship.

These relationships are like a net, nothing more than love, hatred, hatred, and separation, nothing more than the three words of name and power, but they can firmly bind the people and things of the world together, and they will fight endlessly.

Or, cut it in two.

'Which of her connections is Zhuo tied to?' ’

Yang Chuan's method is very clumsy, but it is generally very useful, that is, to lift this big net, follow the map, and follow the vine, which is almost the meaning of "outline and lead".

Sima Xiangru? The grandson of King Zhuo in Shu? Prime Minister Sun Hong? Da Nong Ling Zheng at that time? The eldest princess of the pavilion? King Huainan and other princes and kings from all over the world?

combed it out one by one, and almost "peeled off the cocoon", but Yang Chuan was stunned to find that he had almost found nothing.

However, he is not in a hurry or discouraged.

After experiencing too many ups and downs and suffering too much, Yang Chuan learned to control his emotions and try not to turn himself into a fierce beast controlled by emotions.

So, let's think differently. ’

For example, Liu Man, maybe it's the root cause? ’

Yang Chuan thought about it carefully and felt that it was unlikely, but it was difficult to rule it out after all; The princess is a creature that cannot be speculated by common sense......

That's right, princess!

Yang Chuan suddenly thought of a person, the daughter of Liu An, the king of Huainan, Liu Ling, who was once a little entangled with Liu Che and had a 'kissing friendship' with most of the powerful people in Chang'an City, Lord Liu Weng?

It seems to be a little bit interesting.

The mystery of Liu Man's identity has made Yang Chuan very distressed recently, judging from Cui Jiu's old thief's words, the mother of this 'Full Moon Princess' should belong to a similar 'taboo' figure in the current Han Empire.

For example, Chen Ajiao is one of them.

With the scheming, ability and connections of that Liu Ling Weng master, it is naturally easy to find out Liu Man's identity, right?

So, this time, with Zhuo's hand, he gave Yang Chuan a set?

No, the other party's spearhead was actually pointed at Princess Pingyang, Cao Xiang, Wei Qing, Empress Wei Zifu, Huo Quzhi and other 'relatives' from the beginning, and Yang Chuan himself was just a little minion who was bullied.

That's about it, there's nothing new about it.

Guanzhong people have a good old Qin dialect, his eldest uncle and his second uncle are his uncle, and the high tables and low benches are all wood; This person can't fall down, and it's better to have bad socks and shoes.

Some have fallen, and he is still standing; Some are standing, but they have fallen.

Disputes in the court, deceitful to me, you live and die, how can he be mixed with a small Shaosuo? Is that impure looking for death......

……

Yang Chuan stood up, stretched his waist, moved his sore arms and legs, led the jujube red horse, and walked upstream along the Weishui, looking somewhat bored and idle.

Under the warm winter sun, Weishui is really beautiful.

After coming to the fiefdom, he was busy cultivating wasteland, and he was avoiding all kinds of difficulties of the eldest princess of the pavilion, to be honest, Yang Chuan really didn't take a good look at this big Han world.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do today, he simply went all the way west, intending to take a good look at this mountain and this river.

Of course, the most important reason is that Yang Chuan wants to be as familiar with the geography of the mountains and rivers around his fiefdom as possible, so that he may be able to have an extra way out......

Gradually, he entered a place of mountains and verdant mountains, only to hear the roar of apes and tigers, and the birds vibrating the forest, but two sand sculptures hovered overhead for a while, and then flew towards the depths of the Qinling Mountains.

Sister Leopard is very quiet today, after playing in the mountains and forests, strange rocks and streams for a while, it looks very boring, and the dead beggar jumps on the back of the jujube red horse and refuses to come down, and her lazy appearance makes Yang Chuan laugh for a while.

This big lazy thing!

After more than an hour, it was almost noon.

Suddenly, the two sand sculptures flew back, first landing on Yang Chuan's shoulders, and with a few joyful sounds, they seemed to have found something good.

'No, how is it ......'

Yang Chuan stretched out his hand and rubbed the head of the sand sculpture, and scolded with an angry smile: "Say, are you going to take this son to the gutter again?" ”

Since these stupid eagles followed him, they had been forced to be virtuous with Huo Quai's two people, and their brains didn't seem to be enough, so they led him to a big tomb of the Huns for the first time; The second time, he was brought into the ghost place of the Ghost Valley.

What 'fun stuff' did you find this time?

The two sand sculptures flew up, and after a few circles, they flew towards the mountains again; Sister Leopard slowly stood up from the back of the red horse, her hair standing on end, her ears trembled slightly, and a strange 'purring' sounded in her throat.

"Is there really a situation?" Yang Chuan also began to be vigilant.

He looked left and right, and found that the mountain road ahead was rugged, full of strange rocks, wild grass, and thorns, and it seemed that this mountain road leading to the deep mountains should have been untrampled for many years.

"Go ahead, find some grass to eat yourself, and remember not to run around."

Yang Chuan untied the reins of the jujube red horse, patted it lightly on the neck a few times, settled down a few words softly, and then led Sister Leopard to continue deeper......

……

More than half an hour later, after crossing a rather steep barren mountain range, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Standing on top of a huge mountain rock and looking down at a large valley in front of him, Yang Chuan's eyes were straight: "This is still the world of the Han Dynasty?" It shouldn't be a savage tribe here, right? ’

The valley is not large, but it is expensive because the terrain is flat, and a small tributary of the Wei River passes through the middle of the valley, and dozens of scattered cultivated land have been reclaimed on the slopes on both sides, similar to the terraced fields of later generations, almost hundreds of acres;

In addition, on the sunny slope, there are some ground nests, covered with some branches, grain grass, thatch, etc., which look scattered, but also quite a bit of a mountain village wild dwelling.

Merely.

Why were the men, women, and children who were working in the fields, naked, revealing their thin, black ribs, shivering in the cold and bright sun, but not a single one of them spoke?

You must know that it is the middle of winter now, and if you follow Yang Chuan's timing method, it is almost the season of '3949 frozen cattle to death'.

However, these people are like a herd of sad animals, silently turning over the soil in the fields.

The winter land is as hard as an iron plate, and the simple farm tools in the hands of these people turn over the fart soil, which is obviously someone who doesn't want them to be idle and toss people to death.

Yang Chuan looked at the scene in front of him, and he was not busy, but sat on top of the mountain rock, took out a 'flower chicken' from his bag, and ate it slowly, thinking, and observing.

Judging from the rather simple house, one of them even had a wall, square, tall and sturdy, which should be the abode of the owner here.

At this moment, in the building that resembles a 'fort', there is smoke and fire, which should be cooking, and faintly, there are two or three people basking in the sun on the stone wall of the fort, and they should still have bows and arrows and other blades on their bodies.

Yang Chuan looked at it for a long time and retracted his gaze.

A closer look at those who had worked in vain in the fields showed that these people were unusually tall, even if they were skinny and stooped, they could still see that their skeletons were much larger than those of ordinary people.

Of course, there are also emaciated, slumped backs, digging in vain with the slate in their hands to dig the frozen soil, and get rid of some injured wild dogs.

If there is one thing in common, it is that these people are shackled to their ankles, and they are not very old, not more than thirty years old; Among them, most of them are women, and they are shriveled and shriveled, which is shocking to see.

Yang Chuan finally understood.

What kind of shit mountain village is this, it is clearly a small stronghold of a 'slave hunting group'......

……

One is called a flower chicken, Sister Leopard ate more than half, and Yang Chuan actually only grabbed a chicken leg and half a chicken wing.

"Look, you guy, you've been getting lazier and greedier lately." Yang Chuan grabbed a handful of snow and scrubbed his two hands clean, "Let's go, it's time to work." ”

Sister Leopard licked the corners of her mouth, 'purred', and disappeared after a few flickering flashes among the wild grass, strange rocks and trees.

Yang Chuan glanced up at the sky and found two sand sculptures hovering high above the fort, their wings spread out like black knives, cutting through the light blue sky quickly and powerfully.

It's pretty much the same, and it's finally a bit of a sky king.

He carefully examined the kitchen knives, ropes, and small crossbows on his body, jumped down the mountain rock, and walked towards the valley in a big way; Along the way, he walked along with his big sleeves fluttering, even though he was thin, he also had a bit of aristocratic style.

Those who were digging in vain in the fields suddenly saw a handsome little gentleman, just like seeing a poisonous snake, and everyone lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, and just hooked their heads between their legs.

Those women looked very numb, even if their breasts were shriveled and bruised by the cold wind, they didn't care at all, but inadvertently, the tears in the corners of their eyes were very dazzling.

Look, this is the world.

Yang Chuan sighed in his heart, didn't say a word, just pursed his lips tightly, and walked towards the very magnificent 'castle' without squinting.

"Who?"

On the solid stone wall more than three zhang high, a disheveled head suddenly poked out, and three feather arrows were aimed at Yang Chuan in a blink of an eye: "Is it from Gongsun's family, or is it from Chenhou's family?" ”

Yang Chuan raised his face and said with a harmless smile: "Yang clan of Zhuyuantou Village." ”

"Zhuyuantou Village, Yang's? I haven't heard of it," a man with a scar looked at Yang Chuan suspiciously, his eyes like hooks, "Look at your handsome appearance and gorgeous clothes, how did you break into this poor mountain and remote land?" ”

Yang Chuan said with a smile: "I recently purchased a few acres of thin fields, and I lack some labor at hand.

Heck, don't say it, we're in luck. ”

The unkempt head on the stone wall retracted, and seemed to be whispering to the other two; After seven or eight breaths, the head poked out again: "Just you?" ”

Yang Chuan said with a smile: "Why do you need so many people to buy a few people and livestock?" ”

"By the way, my servants are more than 20 miles away from the mountain, and we will negotiate the price later, and I will have to bother a few uncles to help escort a ride, those people and livestock will run around at every turn, and I can't catch up with a half-sized boy."

The man on the wall laughed and waved his hand: "Open the door and let Xiao Langjun come in and talk." ”

There was a 'squeak' sound.

The gate of the fort slowly opened a crack, and another unkempt head poked out, squeezing his eyebrows and laughing a few times: "Xiao Langjun, please come in!" ”

Yang Chuan nodded, and walked towards the heavy wooden door.

When he had just walked into the wooden door three or five steps, there was a loud bang behind him, but two lean men slammed the door shut and latched the wooden door with a wooden stick the thickness of a bowl.

The second climax of the plot of Chang'an City, most of the foreshadowing is completed, this plot is more brain-burning, and the cook will try his best to crush it, break it, and heat it, and tell the story to the reader......

(End of chapter)