Hibernation and out of the mountains

An hour after the end of the "Gentleman's Discussion", an old peasant left Chang'an City and pushed a dilapidated wooden cart out of the city gate at the last moment.

There were some seasonal vegetables and a few pieces of meat on the broken car.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the old farmer wore a hat, his face was full of joy, and the calloused cart seemed to be more powerful.

He pushed a wooden cart and walked down the river with a full load of vegetables.

On the road, the old peasant occasionally saw passers-by who were in a hurry, but they were tired and out of breath and wanted to enter the city, and occasionally they would generously take a few fruits from the car and throw them to them.

As the moonlight slowly climbed up the hill, the old farmer pushed his wooden cart to his destination.

Not so long ago, there were two more houses in this place, and the owners of both houses were old men. One of the old men was a little fat and had a surname of Chu, while the other old man was surnamed He and was a little thin. Both old men seemed to be kind people.

His destination was naturally not these two houses, but the one opposite them with an old locust tree.

The old farmer pushed the cart, glanced at the house with bright lights and laughter coming from inside, and knocked on the silent old house in front of him as if it were dead.

There was a knock on the door, and a hoarse voice reached the ears of the old peasant.

"Who?"

"Deliver the vegetables!" the old farmer's voice was full of energy.

A small boxy opening appeared above the iron gate, and a pair of eyes like falcons looked at the old farmer with a cold light from the small mouth.

When the old housekeeper saw the appearance of the old farmer, he confirmed his identity, and then the door creaked and opened.

The old farmer pushed the cart and walked into the house, as if he was really just an old farmer delivering vegetables, and kept carrying vegetables inside.

When he finished moving all the dishes, he turned his head sharply, only to find that the old butler did not know when he had arrived behind him.

The voice is still the same as before, a little hoarse, which makes people a little uncomfortable to hear.

"Okay, I really think of myself as a food delivery, my lord is waiting for you. ”

When the old peasant heard this, he immediately took out a scroll from under the axle, rolled it up, and followed the old butler into the hall.

The white-haired old man in white was lying on a chaise longue, and next to his head was a beautifully made kerosene lamp, and he held a scroll of texts and leaned sideways towards the lamp.

The old butler and the old farmer came in and disturbed him, he raised his head to look at the old farmer, and said lightly: "Coming?"

The old peasant immediately knelt down on one knee, held the scroll in both hands and said, "Please forgive General Fan, it's too late in the end!"

The old man in white turned over and stood up barefoot, he took the scroll, unfolded it, glanced at it and then said: "This gentleman's argument is over, you can send the content word for word, what is the crime?"

Hearing this, the old peasant stood up.

The old man in white looked at him, and then said: "Don't come here recently, even if they arrange for you, they will change someone, and it can't be our people!"

When the old peasant heard this, he was suddenly stunned and said, "General Fan, could it be him?"

The old man in white snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and said, "What can this Xuanyuan family do to the old man?" It's just that it seems to be peaceful recently, but all parties have changed, so let's respond to all changes with the same first. ”

The old farmer lowered his head and clenched his fists and said, "Get the order!"

The old man in white waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

The old farmer saw the old man waving, and then followed the old housekeeper out of the door, pushed the cart, and walked out of the door, before leaving, the old housekeeper also threw him a money bag and said: "This is your vegetable money!"

The old farmer got the money for the vegetables and happily pushed the wooden cart away.

When the old housekeeper returned, he found that his master was seriously looking at the book that had just been sent, and it was full of the remarks of those little gentlemen.

The old man in white made a pot of tea, sat down at the table, and read it carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes bowing slightly, and sometimes smiling.

Seeing this, the old butler walked over lightly, grinded a little agarwood in the incense burner, and soon wisps of incense came out of the incense burner.

The old man in white smelled the fragrance, and then he found that the old butler had walked in and lit an incense burner for him.

"He Qian, you've been with me for a few years. ”

The old housekeeper saw that the old man had put down the book, and replied honestly: "If you go back to the master, by June 18, you will have been with the master for twenty years." ”

The old man smiled faintly: "You remember clearly." ”

"But in the past twenty years, I'm afraid we've spent fifteen or six years here, right?"

The old housekeeper named He Qian was silent.

The old man looked at the old butler, and his fingers kept tapping on the table, making a "knock knock" sound.

"Don't worry, we're ready to go out and have a look. ”

The old butler's body was suddenly shocked!

He Qian stood up, strode to the old man in white and asked, "General, what do you need me to do?"

He changed his title from "master" to "general".

The old man in white threw away the scroll and said, "I want the information of all the people in the first eight of the Tao of this gentleman, you have to do this matter yourself, and you can't let anyone know, see if anyone can be pulled to our side, and let him help us lurk in the Confucius Temple." ”

He Qian was a little puzzled.

"Master, why do you care so much about these stinky boys?"

The old man in white said with a smile: "In troubled times, it is naturally better than fists, and in prosperous times, you need to rely on them to find opportunities." The Holy Dynasty has always emphasized martial arts and light literature, and if it is a real sword and a real gun on the battlefield, there is basically no chance. ”

Hearing what the old man said, He Qian immediately said, "But we still have ......."

"Dragonguard, huh?"

"But is that dragon guard mine? When the surnamed Xu didn't leave, so many of his old departments were installed in the dragon guard, and when the surname Xu left, the kid of the Xuanyuan family went even more excessively, and directly trapped me here! Until now, I don't know if I go out and raise my arms, how many of this dragon guard are mine?"

He Qian's eyes were a little unwilling, but he still lowered his head.

He silently flipped through the book he had just sent and silently wrote down the names.

The old man saw He Qian's movements and smiled with satisfaction.

"Two of them are very important, so let's focus on them. One is the son of the Kong family, Kong Dewei, a descendant of the Kong family. This person, in less than five years, will definitely be able to make a name for himself in the literary and political circles, and even have a place in the Confucius Temple, but the people of the Confucian family have a pedantic spirit. And ah, the Kong family, it's not easy!"

The old man sighed.

He looked at the old housekeeper He Qian, who continued to read the silent records, and said: "There is another person, that is Chai Xintong, looking at his remarks, this kid is a miscellaneous scholar, Legalism, Confucianism, Zonghengjia, Mojia, and even Yin and Yang are involved, I suspect that he is the disciple of the old immortal, but his identity is better hidden." ”

"If he can be used by me, if he can help invite the old immortal out of the mountain, it will be like a tiger with wings......"

The old man was still muttering to himself, and He Qian suddenly interrupted him and said, "Chai Xintong, Chai Xintong...... Isn't that kid who has a better relationship with Miss in Tongzhou!"

When the old man heard this, his eyes narrowed.

"Mr. Tongzhou, it should be him, old man, I have been dormant for a long time, I am very quiet, I should go out and have a look!"