Outside the carriage is a tall horse. The rider on the horse is also in his twenties. He is wearing dark blue tight-fitting clothes. The cuffs and robes are much narrower, which can clearly reveal his strong body. shape.
"Didn't you say you want to collect debts? Isn't it earlier? Otherwise, by the time it gets dark, people will have already gone out. Where will you find them?"
Bai Jingtao said with a bitter face: "Meng Zhiyuan, are you sincerely teasing me? What kind of debt are those dozens of taels of silver? As for getting up so early? If you suffer from a bad body, you can't get it back with dozens of taels of silver! "
The knight known as Meng Zhiyuan waved the small leather whip in his hand and swung his body happily on the horse.
"Bai Laoliu, let me tell you, if you live like you, who eat and sleep every day, you will die in bed sooner or later."
"Look at the crisp autumn air and the beautiful scenery. I've heard about several villages in the north, which were the ancient battlefields of Peidi. It is said that rusty gun heads and broken arrow shafts can often be found there."
Meng Zhiyuan had a look of fascination on his face, as if he had already been in the midst of a bloody battlefield. He got off his horse and was about to fight his way out of the bloody battlefield.
Bai Jingtao had nothing to do with his friend.
The Bai and Meng families are family friends. Bai Jingtao has grown up with Meng Zhiyuan since he was a child. He knows his good friend's temperament very well, that is, he loves military strategy. When he hears about the war between the two countries in ancient times, he gets excited.
Bai Jingtao is the opposite. He also loves to have fun, but what he loves most is traveling in mountains and rivers, playing silk and bamboo orchestra, and drinking tea, calligraphy and painting.
This time he came out and swam a lot. To be honest, Bai Jingtao was already a little tired of it, but Meng Zhiyuan's interest remained unabated.
"The spear head and arrow shaft are still rusty? You don't even think about it. More than a hundred years have passed since the Battle of Peidi, and the iron is rotten into slag, let alone the arrow shaft? Are the arrow shafts all made of gold? "
Meng Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "Why bother with those details? As long as you can understand the artistic conception, it's enough. Back then, Fan Wuji set out from Qinghe County and led 100,000 elite cavalry to fight against Cangzimo Yupei. .”
He sat upright on his horse, facing the twilight and feeling the cold morning breeze, and said: "Maybe we will walk on the road they walked on back then. It happened to be late autumn at that time, with cold soldiers in iron armor, and military flags swirling in the west wind, tsk tsk..."
Bai Jingtao yawned, rubbed his eyes and said, "Okay, since we are all here, I will also stop by that Zhoujia Village to have a look. A few dozen taels of silver is money."
A group of more than thirty people, carriages and horses, stopped beside a low tree two or three miles away from Zhoujia Village.
Bai Jingtao finally climbed down from the carriage, stood on the ground and stretched: "Who, go find the boy who owes me money."
A servant immediately responded respectfully, jumped on his horse neatly, and headed for the village in a flash.
Meng Zhiyuan washed his face next to a stream and joked: "Although the roads in the village are winding and rugged, there may be some moving scenery."
Bai Jingtao curled his lips and disdained to argue with Meng Zhiyuan.
This trip was actually led by him, and Meng Zhiyuan only accompanied him. But as soon as he left Shangjing, Meng Zhiyuan turned away from the guests and pulled him to run here, saying that he wanted to see the ancient battlefield of Peidi.
Early in the morning, Zhao Cheng had just finished washing up and was standing in front of the temple gate to check the fermentation status of the grains in the vat. He heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance. A knight galloped from Qinghe County and rode past him. Go to the village.
Zhao Cheng didn't pay too much attention and focused on his MSG. This knight was Bai Jingtao's servant. He was going to the village to look for someone. When he saw Zhao Cheng standing in front of the temple, he reined in his horse and asked, "Hey, do you know where Matchmaker Wang's house is?"
Zhao Cheng raised his head and looked at this man. He saw that this man was wearing a simple black cloth clothes. He was obviously not an ordinary farmer. He had a proud look on his face, and he wanted to look at him with his nostrils. Therefore, Zhao Cheng judged that his level was not high. Gao, probably someone's servant or something.
"Matchmaker Wang really told me that if someone comes to see her, she should ask where the visitor is from so as not to miss her business." Zhao Cheng said casually without changing his expression.
"I don't know about this..." Zhao Cheng said, cupping his fists and cupping his hands.
The servant nodded: "Go and call her, and tell Mr. Bai from Beijing to look for her."
Zhao Cheng smiled and said: "I can't get away, so I don't have time to go."
The servant didn't expect to be fooled as soon as he entered the village. He wanted to lose his temper but was worried about causing trouble, so he had to glare at Zhao Cheng angrily and ride towards the village.
Zhao Cheng looked at his servant's retreating back and thought, the "Wang Matchmaker" this person calls should be the fat woman he was the day he just woke up. He wanted to take advantage of Zhou Rushuang, but he was angrily scolded by him.
Maybe this matchmaker has some evil agenda, so be careful.
Although Zhao Cheng thought so, he didn't take it to heart and still tinkered with the MSG fermentation tank.
Not long after, the servant who was riding the horse had returned with Matchmaker Wang. The servant was still riding on the horse, and Matchmaker Wang followed behind with small steps, her body trembling with fat.
"Sir, have you seen that man standing in front of the temple door? He is Zhao Cheng!" Matchmaker Wang pointed her finger and screamed.
The servant's eyes narrowed, thinking that this was really a narrow road between enemies. He had just been tricked by this kid when he came here, and now he has fallen into his own hands.
Thinking of this, the servant laughed ferociously and jumped off his horse.
The Bai family's servants are not ordinary people. They are all selected from the White Hat Army. They are not only strong in stature, but also extremely agile. If there is an emergency, equipped with swords, shields and spears, they will become an elite soldier.
The servant jumped off his horse and came straight to Zhao Cheng: "Are you Zhao Cheng? Let's go! Go see my young master!" As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand and grabbed Zhao Cheng's arm.
The servant deliberately used force on his hands and sincerely wanted to give Zhao Cheng a little pain. He looked at Zhao Cheng. Although he was still in his twenties and in his youth, he obviously had no training and was just an ordinary person. Such a person is not like me. Not your own opponent.
As soon as Zhao Cheng saw Matchmaker Wang pointing at him, he knew that today's matter was directed at him, and the servant claimed that they were Mr. Bai who came to Beijing. It seemed that something was wrong, and he was secretly wary.
The servant dismounted, and Zhao Cheng tightened his grip on the short stick in his hand.
In his previous life, he had also enrolled in several interest classes, and he had some knowledge of the use of short sticks for self-defense. In addition, he had no chance to use them in daily life, so he had almost forgotten most of them. There were only a few moves that could kill with one hit, and Some impression.
When the servant strode over to grab his arm, Zhao Cheng's short stick happened to be poked out silently through the cover of his body.
The most lethal attack method of a short stick is not a sweep, but a poke.
Vital parts such as the lower organ, chest, and throat are within the range of the short stick. Once struck, the opponent will soon lose the ability to attack.
