The old horse walked leisurely with the carriage, one step, two steps, one step, two steps, the rhythm was drowsy.
Although he had been traveling for a long time, he did not leave Zhaiyang County too far. Shutong sat outside and drove, muttering.
"Sir, what if the person in charge of Cheng'an County is not Mr. Zixiao?" Shutong asked worriedly.
Yang Si lifted the curtains on both sides, and rolled a book on one side in his hand. The handwriting on it was beautiful and powerful. Although it was not a work by everyone, he could see the foundation of the writing. different writing styles.
Hearing the boy's complaint, he said, "You, you say that wind is rain, if it wasn't for your husband and my temper, I don't know how much you would suffer. You are the one who said that you are going to come to Zhaiyang County. The people in Anxian County are also you, and the people who don’t want to go now are you…”
The book boy muttered, "Isn't this a worry, little one, this time I ran into a wall in Zhaiyang County, what if I also ran into a wall when I went to Cheng'an County?"
It is very dangerous to go out, especially the unstable situation in the north. There are conflicts between the Tsing Yi Army and the Red Lotus Sect everywhere, and there are countless mobs who fall into trouble. The fact that their master and servant can safely arrive in Zhaiyang County does not mean that They can safely reach Cheng'an County.
Yang Sidao, "Worry too much, instead of worrying about the world, it's better to think about what to eat for lunch today. Your husband refuses to eat dry food."
The book boy said with a bitter face, "It's this time now, and the gentleman is still picky, so it's hard to serve."
The two masters and servants chatted again and again, and after about half an hour, there was the sound of kicking horses' hooves behind them.
Yang Si frowned, looked back a little closer to the car window, and saw a young man in clean clothes galloping on a horse. He looked like a rich man from a wealthy family, but at this moment it was like his butt was on fire. , with a worried look on his face.
Huang Song saw the carriage crawling slowly in front of him, he pulled the reins suddenly, and saw the thin man sitting inside through the car window. It was a dark and deep pool, and the lips had a natural upward curvature.
No matter from which point of view, this is an amiable man, and the gap with Yang Si in Huang Song's imagination is too great.
When he saw the half-sized book boy sitting outside the car, his old clothes covered with patches of various colors, he stared at him with round eyes.
"This chivalrous man, what are you, what are you going to do..." The book boy looked at each other in panic, and squeezed the whip of the horse in his hand.
When Huang Song saw the book boy, he couldn't help but remember what the concierge said, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Yang Si in the car.
He clasped his fists with both hands, calmed himself, and asked, "Is Mr. Yang Si from Jiangding County, Mr. Yang?"
There was a bit of surprise on the boy's face, but unfortunately Huang Song's attention was on Yang Si and he didn't notice this detail.
Yang Si put down the book in his hand, lowered his eyelids, and said with a natural expression, "My family name is Zhao, you are looking for the wrong person."
Huang Song felt lost in his heart, then apologized to Yang Si, waving his horse whip and continued on his way.
When the others were gone, the book boy said in a low voice, "Sir, who was just now..."
Yang Si said firmly, "Huang Song."
The boy's heart was overjoyed, and then he wilted again, "Then why did the gentleman say that he is not?"
Yang Sidao, "I'm not satisfied, this person is too young, and he acts impulsive. Your husband is an old man and can't stand the toss."
The book boy didn't ask any further questions. If his husband is not satisfied, it is definitely not good.
In fact, Yang Si was very satisfied with Huang Song's ability to catch up.
If in a few more years, Huang Song becomes stable and mature, Yang Si feels that this person is indeed worth a try.
To be able to chase after him all the way, regardless of his previous revenge, is more than ten times better than that of King Changshou by this move alone.
Yang Sidao, "Let's wait a few more years, this person may be a hidden dragon. Now... let's go to Cheng'an County to find Zixiao to ask for debts, and eat and live with him for a few years. If this Huang Song can If it doesn’t get crooked, let’s visit Zhaiyang County again.”
Even if it is to go out to the mountains to find the master, it is also a matter of timing.
Huang Song really made him very satisfied, but now that the time is wrong, Yang Si naturally doesn't go back to him.
The book boy was almost confused by his husband, but he just had to follow orders.
Huang Song rode his horse to search for an afternoon, but there was no one who matched Yang Si's master and servant on the road.
When he looked back and thought about it again, he was immediately annoyed, that pair of masters and servants were definitely Yang Si and the others!
Feng Jue came back when he saw Huang Song with a disappointed face, and asked what happened, and knew why Huang Song didn't stop people.
He sighed, "That Yang Si is probably annoyed."
Huang Song felt uncomfortable and criticized Yang Si's playful behavior.
He said, "Their carriages can't hurry up. If they send troops and horses, they can intercept them."
Feng Jue frowned with a headache, and said tiredly, "Forget it, the heart is not here, what's the use of stopping people?"
If it wasn't for the trouble at the concierge, Yang Situo would have been charged into the account, but how could such a big basket come out.
A truly talented person, who is not a high-spirited, arrogant person
After being left in the cold for three days, Feng Jue felt angry even thinking about changing positions, not to mention Yang Si, who had some grudges with Huang Song.
Feng Jue said so, Huang Song could only give up in despair.
All the way north, the number of refugees I saw increased several times, but there was no despair or numbness on their faces.
This surprised Shutong and Yang Si.
After careful inquiries, I found out that these refugees were rushing to Cheng'an County, Maolin County and Jiaoping County.
"There are now recruiting staff over there. They take care of three meals a day, and at least they won't die of starvation when they go there... I heard that if they do well, they can be promoted and rewarded. If they settle down in the county in the future, they can also share I can rent a house in the county town if I go to my own farmland…”
Many refugees talk about this, in addition to a little doubt, more hope for the future life.
Yang Si, the master and the servant, slowly arrived in Cheng'an County, and they could see people working on the city wall from far away. Even after more than a month, they could still see the tragic siege of the city from the traces of the city wall. , but Yang Si found the doorway.
There are many refugees waiting outside the city. There are two ways to enter the city. One is for the people in the city to enter and exit, and the other is for the refugees.
Today's Cheng'an County is like the tip of a knife dancing, every step is extremely dangerous, and the defense in the city is not as strong as outsiders see it. The scrutiny is extremely strict.
Even if it is a refugee, the person in charge of inspection is divided into two groups.
One group of men and one group of women, refugees need to line up and divide into two inspections, registration and verification according to their gender.
The book boy did not go to the heap of refugees, but went to the open and tall city gate.
Not surprisingly, they were stopped.
Shutong said, "My husband and I are not refugees, we are here to find people."
The city gate guard asked, "Looking for someone?"
Shutong said politely and authentically, "Head of Cheng'an County, Wei Ci, Mr. Wei Zixiao."
He was a little apprehensive. Could it be that he couldn't even enter the city gate this time