Lao Dao, who was sitting on the chair, was also covered with dense sweat in an instant.

He hurriedly stood up, grabbed the teapot from the tea table in his hand, and slammed it on the table.

The dull sound of wood hitting rushed into everyone's eardrums, like winter thunder, making everyone's hearts flutter and come back to their senses.

The tea in the teapot splashed out of the spout like a waterfall, and the pale yellow tea splashed on the table like ink, slowly dripping to the ground.

Li Junshen frowned, looked at Lao Dao coldly and asked, "Dao Chief, why are you doing this?" ”

"What?"

"You old man, just splashed the tea on me?" Li Junshen continued to stare at Lao Dao's face, as if to explore whether he had deliberately splashed tea on his clothes.

Lao Dao took a look at Li Junshen's clothes.

The red satin regular clothes, from the chest to the waist to the crotch, are indeed wet, not that the clothes are dirty, but the color difference between the dry clothes and the wet clothes is large, and the position is relatively embarrassing!

He knew in his heart the cause and effect of this incident, and it was indeed his own mistake.

Lao Dao looked stunned, and said embarrassedly: "Little brother, don't be annoyed, I was anxious just now, it was a pure mistake!" ”

He bent down and picked up the small kettle beside him and continued: "You take this kettle first and bake your clothes on the side!" When the old road closes the stall, I will pay you two silver taels, which can be regarded as an apology for you. ”

Lao Dao didn't underestimate the young man in front of him, and didn't rely on himself to be the master to bully the guest, but looked at Li Junshen and explained sincerely.

Li Jun pondered for a moment and did not speak.

He took the stove from Lao Dao's hand, found a place behind him, put a futon under his buttocks, and sat cross-legged.

Seeing that the young man did not continue to entangle, Lao Dao secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and saw that everyone's eyes were towards him, he stabilized his mind and secretly wiped the sweat stains on his head.

He was also taken aback by what Li Junshen said just now! Otherwise, I wouldn't have hurriedly picked up the teapot on the table.

This is the imperial city, not long after the founding of the country, the world has been in war for decades, and the people's hearts are not worth mentioning.

This kind of rhetoric is much more powerful than arsenic, and the killing area is too wide, and one piece is dead.

Lao Dao cleared his throat and turned his head to the crowd and continued: "

Ahem, everyone, it's not a cliché today.

A few days ago, Poor Dao happened to hear about a decree from the imperial court that had not yet had time to be made public.

Everyone should be interested in hearing about it. ”

This style of painting has turned blunt, but everyone knows what's going on, and no one brings it back just now!

"Hey, it's a decree again, old man, I've heard the most over the years, when I was young, I was a Qi person, listening to the decree of the Qi country, when I was in the prime of life, the people of the west came to kill and destroyed the Qi country, and I wanted the decree of the Dayu Empire, and then the Dayu was gone, there was no owner in the world, and after a few years of days when I didn't need to obey the decree, I didn't think about the old man, and now in my twilight years, I see that there are no more years to live, and I can still hear the decree of the imperial court.

It's not easy! Not easy. ”

An old man with gray hair and beard, dressed in a neat and tidy gray linen clothes, sat on the only few benches in the tea stall, his tone was low, and his eyes were filled with tears, and he said with emotion.

Ordinary people are one of those who care most about government decrees.

"Big brother, this is a good thing, don't be sad." Lao Dao sat on the top and smiled and comforted, obviously the two had met a lot of times.

As for which of the two is bigger and which is smaller, it's really hard to say.

"Good thing! It is indeed a good thing, when the old man is under my Jiuquan, every year I have to let my eldest grandson come to my grave to tell me about the new decree issued by the imperial court. ”

The two said a few words, and the sense of vicissitudes revealed made many people empathize.

"Real people, real people, everyone is still waiting for you to talk about the decree that the imperial court will promulgate!" An anxious middle-aged man interrupted the two of them with his mouth.

"Dalong is right, the two old brothers are talking later, and the real person will tell everyone about the decree!"

"It's freezing, it's not early, everyone has to hurry back for a hot meal!"

"Hehe, Dalong, I'm afraid you want to go back to your daughter-in-law to keep warm!"

"Lao Wang, look at your thin body, do you dare to warm up when you go home?"

"Oh! You look down on my brother, or you come to be a neighbor with me and let you know a thing or two. ”

“·······”

A few people who had a familiar face in front of the shopkeeper all urged loudly.

The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth smiled: "On a whim, don't worry, everyone, this time I will never carry private goods, a long story short, everyone listen to me." ”

A young man in white: "······"

Guys: "I'll ······"

Lao Dao looked at everyone's expressions, stretched out his hand and pressed down, and said: "If you want to talk about the decree issued by the imperial court this time, you have to start with the last battle between our Dunlin and Akahara. ”

The Battle of Qiling.

In the last years of Shiwu, the Dunlin army and the Chiyuan army gathered in Qiling Mountain.

The soldiers on both sides can fight as high as one million, and the craftsmen are tens of millions, and this battle can be said to be the largest war in the world in the past 100 years.

With the strength of the whole country, the two countries handed over the fate of the whole world to this war, and the winner naturally ruled the world, and the loser died and the country perished.

After two years, the development of this war can be said to be magnificent, continuous, for a time, the Chiyuan soldiers came to Zhaoyao County, only Zhaoyao County was breached, and the soldiers pointed directly at our Xianlin County.

Just when the government and the opposition were shaking up and down, and the people were panicking.

Li Qing, the king of the western realm, like an immortal, interrupted the morale of Chiyuan through the sky with one fell swoop, and brought a glimmer of life to Dunlin, and then Lu Jiuyuan, the king of Beixiang, seized this opportunity and led his troops to counterattack Yanyun's army, all the way back to Qiling Mountain.

Wars will always end because enough people have died, and neither side can afford to die.

Dunlin and Akahara have the same national strength, of course, they can't escape this fate.

The corpses of Qiling Mountain are all over the field, the blood is flowing like a river, and the soldiers of the big battalion in the army are full of grievances in the mountains and rivers, crying in the heavens and the earth.

Dunlin army, 200,000 soldiers from the western frontier marched north to Chiyuan, and less than 100,000 returned, and the prestige of the Euphorbia Ruishi shook the world at one time.

Of course, the losses of the Akabara army were only heavier than ours.

I heard that the merchants on the Chiyuan side came back and said that when the horses passed by Qiling Mountain, the horses' hooves would be stained with blood half a foot up, and the merchants who were brave enough to cross Qiling Mountain on a rainy day did not dare to brave the rain.

Otherwise, you will see a picture that you will never forget for the rest of your life, the scarlet rain flowing on the road from Qiling Mountain to Chiyuan, and you can smell the scarlet smell coming out of the soil, like hell on earth. ”

"Hehe, if you're lucky, step into a deep pit, fall in and sit on a hard object, it may not be a stone, it may be a skull, you should be careful when you get up, the movement floats a little smaller, and at the same time see if you have a white bone arm pinned to your waist·······"

With Lao Dao's description of the Qiling battlefield, everyone's minds appeared, and pictures of people dying tragically were imprinted in their hearts, and then the soles of their feet were cold, and their hearts were churning.

There were even onlookers, with a sad look on their faces.

At this time, everyone had a tacit understanding and did not make a sound!

It's like missing something.

"Since the beginning of the first year of the martial arts, our five countries in the Central Plains have competed for hegemony and been dominated by Xiyu, but I didn't expect that the Dayu country was so short-lived, and now the five hegemons of sixty years ago have all disappeared." A man who looked at Kong Wu and said with a sigh.

"Fate is fickle! Xiyu, Northern Zhao, Southern Chu, Eastern Qi, Zhongzhou Wei. In the past, I thought about fighting back and forth, and whoever lost and won would be from these five countries.

Who would have thought that the current world is Dunlin and Chiyuan. ”

Everyone is sighing about the world again, how did it suddenly become the current world.

How many years have the five countries been fighting each other, and they can still be convinced if they win or lose, but Akahara is indeed a foreign race!

Which mountain nest came out of it, everyone still doesn't understand it now.

"We Dunlin can also be regarded as the people of our five countries in the Central Plains, isn't this group of barbarian people in Chiyuan just thieves who stole land behind their backs when the major forces were fighting for the world?" One person stood up and said dissatisfied.

"Sooner or later, there will still be a war between Dunlin and Akabara to destroy the country."

"Fight is war, will we still be afraid of those barbarians!" A young man said brightly.

"The guy is right, there will be fewer people killing and killing, and the country will be destroyed, his mother's skin."

"it!"

Everyone shouted and said.