Yiguanqian, this obviously ridiculously expensive price, fell into the ears of the middle-aged man, but he did not see any reaction. Soon, he took out the consistent money and put it on the table.
Xu Laizi collected the money without any hassle and put it in his pocket, his movements were faster than when he was drinking.
Seeing Yi Guanqian disappearing in front of his eyes, the young man's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly felt very displeased. Yiguanqian, the people in this small town worked hard for a year, and they might not be able to save so much money in the end, but the nerd in front of him took it out without frowning.
This is no longer stupid, it is completely ignorant of the sufferings of the world. This kind of scholar has nothing but his background. Of course it's useless, just now he and Xu Zizi were talking about state affairs, but he didn't respond at all.
The most important thing is that after he finished his inspiring remarks about the two generations of King An, the other party still only cared about eating and drinking. The young man can guarantee that even an ordinary farmer in a small town who does not know a single word will not be indifferent to the deeds of the two generations of King An.
So young people are very upset.
He squinted at the middle-aged man, and let out a cold snort through his nose, "Mr. is a scholar?"
The middle-aged man was a little surprised by this sudden question, but he replied immediately: "Barely."
The young man raised his chin even higher, aggressively: "Since you are a scholar, you should have the common people in your heart and the world in your heart. I don't know if you know about the battle of Taiyuan City? What do you think of this war? Which side do you think will win?"
The middle-aged man with silver-gray hair smiled lightly, his demeanor was still easy-going, but when he said it, he was very sure: "The Pinglu Army will win."
"Will the Pinglu army win?"
The young man laughed loudly, looking at the middle-aged man's eyes, he already showed strong contempt without concealment, "Do you know the battle situation in Taiyuan City, you dare to talk nonsense? If I were a court minister, I should let you Pedantic scholars, go to the battlefield to fight, so that you know what awe is, instead of just talking about everything!"
Clinker, the middle-aged man actually nodded slightly: "I'm going to Taiyuan City."
The young man was startled, then sneered and sneered: "Going to die?"
The middle-aged man smiled casually and didn't mind at all, but he stopped talking to the young man and turned around to leave the shed.
"Mr. stay."
At this moment, Xu Laizi suddenly stood up, with a serious look on his face. He didn't know when the pipe was put away, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked in a deep voice: "Don't you know, sir, that this meal is not worth the money at all?" ?”
The young man snorted coldly, and was about to say that he knew a fart.
However, the middle-aged man said: "Of course I know."
"Then why doesn't the gentleman say 'no' at all?" asked Lame Xu.
The middle-aged man smiled, "If I don't give it, surely this young man will overwhelm others with power, right?"
The young man in his mouth naturally refers to young people.
The burly young man scowled.
The middle-aged man said it well. He does this kind of thing a lot. In fact, just now, he just rushed over when he saw the middle-aged man about to enter the store. He has long been optimistic about this elegant and frail scholar, who happens to be the target of their slaughter.
It's just that the opponent is very good, so he didn't make a move.
The thing is such a thing, but the young man is still very displeased when the middle-aged man says "overpower people with power and force". His expression was not good, he took a step closer to the middle-aged man, and was about to speak.
Xu Laizi motioned him not to move, and spoke first: "So now, do you need to get back the overpaid money, sir?"
The young man froze for a moment, not understanding why Xu Zizi asked such a question. Judging by Xu Laizi's appearance, if the middle-aged man answers yes, he seems to really be able to discuss this matter, which is not in line with his usual style.
But the middle-aged man's answer was once again beyond the expectations of the young man, he said: "If I would ask for it back, I wouldn't have given it back just now."
"Do you dare not give it?!" The young man finally couldn't stand the middle-aged man's ostentation, and this guy's calm and easy-going appearance made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Xu Laizi ignored the young man, but continued to ask the middle-aged man, his voice became deeper and deeper: "Why did you pay so much more, sir?"
The middle-aged man said: "If I see correctly, the old man was an old soldier in the army. He went to the battlefield and killed many people. In Hedong, most of the wars are at the northern border."
For him, it's not hard to see that the murderous aura on Xu Laizi's body has not dissipated even now.
He continued: "The old man's legs and feet are inconvenient. He should have left the army after being injured. The old man fought for the country in the past, bled and disabled, and made great contributions to the country. He should have been supported by the country. Now he is old and weak, but he cannot enjoy his old age comfortably. , but also hold this wine shed... It is the country's crime not to let the hero live in glory, enjoy family happiness, and be respected by the world."
He sighed slightly: "Without the bloody battle of the old people at the border, I am afraid that the Tang Dynasty will be a country that will not be a country. This small consistent money is nothing."
Xu Laizi stood there in a daze. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes turned red.
As the middle-aged man said, he once guarded the border, fought bloody battles, escaped death, and was scarred. The best years of his life were dedicated to the bitter cold border.
Once injured, with broken legs and feet, they retreated from the border, leaving the remnants with nothing but a negligible amount of money from the army.
glory
No.
Well-fed? It doesn't even exist.
Because of the inconvenient movement, the money given by the army was spent in the first few years. The next twenty years were twenty years of hardship. No one cares about his glory, no one remembers his achievements, and no one regards him as a hero. Everyone's mind is chasing their own interests.
Such is the way of the world.
Dragging his broken leg, he struggled to survive, endured all kinds of dangers, and suffered humiliation in the country he had fought bloodily for. In the end, life made him lose those honors that Zeng Jin valued more than life.
For twenty years, he has become a philistine and cunning. He opened a wine shed, but he was always thinking of tricking the drinkers and getting more money for the wine. For this reason, sometimes even let the young people around him do some actions to overwhelm others.
He had to. If not, in a few years, when his old cold legs became even more inconvenient and he could not work, he would have to starve to death.
The country did not allow him to enjoy his old age comfortably, so he had to save more money for himself.
This is him Xu lame.
He is a philistine, he is cunning, he is stingy with money, and he has bad conduct. But he didn't kill anyone.
But today, someone actually told him that he is a hero. Some people still remember him as a hero!
He himself forgot. When you endure loneliness in a leaky house, you have already forgotten.
But the man even said that it was the country's fault for not supporting them well.
For more than 20 years, Xu Zizi, who had never been understood in this way, had red eyes.
The young man was also stunned there. He didn't expect that the middle-aged man who was extremely unbearable in his eyes could say such a thing.
The middle-aged man saluted Xu Laizi, left a word, then turned and left.
Looking at the back of the middle-aged man, who was gradually drifting away on the official road, Xu Zizi, who came back to his senses, slowly sat down again. He took a puff of cigarettes, his movements were trembling, and he said after a while: "Mr. not simple."
He has a vicious vision, so he has doubted this for a long time, otherwise this conversation just now would not have happened.
The young man was not so easily convinced. He sat down at the table, crossed his legs and said, "Even if he finds out that you were a frontier soldier, what does that mean? This guy said he was going to Taiyuan City, he went to Taiyuan City What are you doing, die? He also said that the Pinglu army will win, but the Pinglu army is about to collapse, and no one can save it. Can he save it? Who does he think he is? King An? You are so ridiculous!"
Xu Laizi didn't speak. Only care about smoking.
After a long time, the cigarettes ran out, and at this time, the middle-aged man had already walked in front of the town. Putting down the cigarette stick, Xu Laizi said: "If he doesn't give you the extra money and asks you to fight with him, I'm afraid you will be the one who suffers."
The young man immediately exploded: "I'm at a disadvantage? How is this possible! He is a frail scholar who doesn't even have aura fluctuations. How can he win me?"
Xu Lizi sneered: "You are a guy who hasn't achieved Qi training yet, but if you want to hide your aura sense, even a magician can do it."
The young man sneered: "He's a Qi practitioner? Fart!"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly changed.
He stood up immediately.
Even Xu Laizi stood up.
A group of cavalry, about twenty people, rushed from the official road and went straight to the town. Hearing the shout of the leading general, all the people in the small town changed their faces, and all of them started to run home.
"It's Wang Baopi! This bastard is here to collect food again, he just came last month!" The young man gritted his teeth.
This is the soldiers and horses of the county.
The Battle of Hedong hadn't lasted long, and the grain reserves of the prefectures and Taiyuan City were far from being exhausted. But at this time, some officials began to forcefully expropriate food from the people under the guise of war needs.
Some of these grains will eventually be handed over, and the other part will be left behind.
After handing in part of the food, the state government and Taiyuan will not blame them. They took the initiative to collect food for the army, and they will be praised. After all, this shows their loyalty. And the remaining part of the food became their private property.
Of course you can't do this in normal times, but during wars, everything is complicated and chaotic, and everything serves the war, so many places can't take care of it, and officials can take advantage of loopholes and opportunities.
This is making war money.
The young man was filled with righteous indignation: "The last time Wang Paipi came, the surplus food of every household in our small town was basically expropriated. This time they come again. Isn't this asking us to sell the pot?"
Xu Laizi was equally angry, but there was nothing he could do. Facing the regular cavalry, what can he do as a cripple who has retired from the army for more than 20 years
He sighed, "I'm afraid that some people will be forced to death this time. I heard that when Wang Papi came last time, he fell in love with Xu Mazi's little lady. I'm afraid this time..."
Xu Laizi has experience in this kind of thing, because he has experienced it before.
The young man's blood surged up: "This bastard! The young lady of the Xu family is not yet old enough! I'll fight them!"
Xu Laizi hurriedly grabbed him: "You can't fight!"
The young man broke free from Xu Laizi, like an angry leopard, he had lost all reason, "If you can't fight, you have to fight! As long as you can kill Wang Papi, at worst, you will escape into the mountains and become a bandit!"
There are so many bandits in troubled times, and this may be one of the reasons.
Xu Laizi couldn't hold back the young man, seeing him run out, his eyes were full of despair. He is very clear that Wang Papi has a level of Qi training, which is not something young people can deal with. This time, the young people are in bad luck.
The young man and Xu Laizi have deceived many past guests. He is not a pure and kind person, but in the eyes of Xu Laizi, who has no heirs, he lost his parents when he was in his early ten years. The young man who survived was no different from his half son.
He often accompanied him, a bad-tempered old man, to make him less lonely. Over the years, several times when he was drunk and fell, young people carried him home, and when he was sick and had no money to buy medicine, It was also the other party who took the risk of being targeted by wolves, tigers and leopards, and went up the mountain to gather medicine to treat him.
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Neither of them is a good person, nor is it a big man, but they have their own joys and sorrows and their own stories.
Seeing the young man rushing out like crazy, Xu Laizi seemed to see his comrades rushing towards the enemy army alone on the battlefield. They were doomed to never return, and there was nothing he could do.
In the past, he fought bloody battles with the barbarians outside the Great Wall for this country. Now, in this country, his relatives and friends are about to die at the hands of brutal and cold-blooded officers and soldiers.
Xu Laizi was full of sadness, he felt dizzy, and his legs could no longer support him.
But he didn't fall.
Because the young man stopped before rushing to the cavalry.
Cripple Xu was stunned.
The young man opened his mouth wide, with a ghostly look on his face.
The twenty or so cavalrymen from the county seat were rushing up to the silver-haired middle-aged man at this moment.