Yang Fan set off from Hangzhou to Suzhou in a light carriage.
Suzhou and Hangzhou were very close, less than 300 miles away. Yang Fan got up early and set out under the stars. A carriage was surrounded by a general's cavalry, galloping on the official road at high speed.
After all, Jiangnan is prosperous, and the road conditions are much better than those in other parts of the Ming Dynasty. The pipes are all smooth, which shows that the place is well maintained. After all, if the government has money, it can do a lot of infrastructure construction.
The sustained speed of a European-style carriage is about 16 kilometers per hour, which only takes eight or nine hours. Yang Fan opened the leg supports of the seat, half-lying down, and slept comfortably with his eyes squinted.
We set off from Hangzhou at five in the morning and entered Suzhou at around two in the afternoon. There has never been a four-wheeled carriage in Suzhou city. This thing is only available in Yang Fan's system. Not yet for sale.
A lot of people were watching, watching what was new. There are many rich people in Jiangnan who love luxury goods. Suddenly many people asked what kind of car this was and where they could sell it.
Because a rebellion broke out in Suzhou that year against the Jinyi Guards Cavalry, the knights did not show their waistbands and were all dressed in casual clothes. Throwing a silver dollar directly counts as paying the city gate tax.
The soldiers guarding the city gate kept handing it over. This was not a small amount of money. They only earn so much a month, including gray income.
Suddenly there was a commotion ahead, and a middle-aged man rushed out from the alley next to him, holding a girl in his arms. There are many people chasing behind.
The knight in front couldn't stop his horse and crashed into it. Knocked the middle-aged man into the head. The man screamed and rolled to the side of the road. The moment he was hit by the horse, he turned around suddenly and diverted the girl. In order to protect the child, he was knocked directly to the street.
The entire cavalry stopped immediately. Han Jun was the servant guarding the master this time. He immediately dismounted and went to check. Yang Fan was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt the carriage shake and then stop.
Yang Fan was woken up by the shaking. He felt something happened in front of him, so he opened the car door and walked out. At this time, the two guards sitting in the driver's seat and the four guards sitting on the benches at the back of the car also came down and surrounded Yang Fan.
"Daddy, daddy. Wake up." A little girl about five years old cried like pear blossoms and rain. This little girl is so pink and has such cute little breasts. With her young hands, she gently pushed the middle-aged man.
Yang Fan walked up to him and took a closer look. He saw that this man was quite handsome. No wonder he could give birth to such a lovely daughter.
Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he said with pleading eyes: "Master, I accidentally bumped into your car, please let us father and daughter go."
Yang Fan looked at Han Jun and asked, "What's going on?"
"Master, we are not very fast. He suddenly rushed out of the alley with the child in his arms. As a result, the servants in front had no time to react and bumped into him. It seems that someone was chasing them from behind." As he said this, Han Jun looked towards the opposite side.
Opposite, a group of rude-looking people were looking at Yang Fan and his party with eager eyes.
Yang Fan ignored these people. In Yang Fan's eyes, they were no different from ants. Just lift your foot and crush them to death. He turned around and checked the man's injuries.
"Sir, the ribs are broken. They need to be reattached to prevent the bone stubble from puncturing the lungs. If the lungs are punctured, it will be difficult for even the gods to save them. If you can find a good doctor, reattach the bones, and rest for half a year, it should be fine. never mind."
Yang Fan nodded and was about to ask the man to find out the reason, but the man tilted his head due to severe pain and fainted.
"Make a stretcher, carry him, and find a doctor for him when we get to Zhang Pu. Let's put this little girl in the carriage." Yang Fan thought for a moment and said.
Yang Fan couldn't just hit and run. Since he hit someone, he had to treat them and pay some compensation for the soup and medicine, loss of work, etc.
Seeing that Yang Fan's people were trying to get the father and daughter away, those on the opposite side immediately gave up. A big man who looked like a servant with a cowhide waistband around his waist stared at Yang Fan and others.
This man had a mole the size of a copper coin on his cheek, and a tuft of black hair. It's disgusting to look at.
He looked at Yang Fan up and down, feeling that this young master seemed to be too
Not ordinary people. These tall horses and this carriage, which has never been seen before, are status symbols. Each of these servants is tall, strong, and full of evil aura.
But judging from their accents, it was clear that they were from the North.
It can be said that a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake. Since he is not local, there is no need to be afraid of him.
"This young master, you are in a foreign land, so don't meddle in other people's business. This is the person our master wants to arrest. If he offends our Huang family, be careful not to leave Suzhou City." The big sweat squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Fan and his party. Man, threatened slowly.
Han Jun was furious. No matter what your identity is, your majesty treats you with great courtesy. This guy, a slave, actually dares to threaten the master.
He walked over immediately and slapped him in the face.
The big man was also skilled in martial arts. When he saw Han Jun making an attack, he wanted to resist. Unfortunately, I only saw the shadow of a palm, and before I could react, I was slapped to the ground and couldn't get up.
How could the guards around Yang Fan not be good at fists and kicks? There is no need to bother dealing with these stinky fish and shrimps.
Immediately, the servants pulled out their swords one after another. The servants immediately pulled out their flintlock muskets and fired a burst of fire at their feet. The bluestones on the ground were emitting sparks.
Seeing that the opponent had so many muskets, the mob immediately dispersed in fright. In the blink of an eye, only the strong man who was slapped down was left, lying on the ground in a daze.
What are the backgrounds of these people? Telling them the name of the Huang family has no effect. They actually carried muskets, and they actually dared to start a fire in the capital city of Suzhou. Doesn't this mean that the government doesn't take it seriously?
"Throw him into the ditch, let's go." Yang Fan glanced at the strong man on the ground with disgust, then got into the carriage with the little breast dumpling in his arms.
Han Jun kicked him into the smelly ditch next to him, turned around and mounted his horse.
"Daddy, daddy." The little girl cried, stretching out her little hands and swaying back.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Let's go find a doctor to see if your father is okay. Your father's bone is broken and needs to be reattached immediately."
The five-year-old child is already sensible. He looks at Yang Fan with a pair of big black grape-like eyes. He seems to be considering whether he can be trusted.
Yang Fan had never taken care of a child before, but he tried his best to smile like the brother next door and looked at the little breast dumplings.
"Okay, thank you, sir." The little girl seemed to have observed that the smiling elder brother was not a bad person, and trusted Yang Fan, so she said in a sweet voice.
From the first glance, this child was born into the lower class of society. When they saw a man like Yang Fan with a tough guard and an exquisite carriage, they all knew to call him "Master".
"Well, you're welcome. My name is Yang Fan. What's your name?"
"My name is Xing Yuan. My father and mother call me Yuan Yuan." The little girl said timidly.
"Where's your mother? Why do you only see your father and you?"
The little girl suddenly flattened her mouth and started crying. "Mother is asleep. Daddy said mother is asleep. Yuanyuan hasn't seen her mother for a long time."
Yang Fan felt regretful that he shouldn't have asked this question.
After Yang Fan got into the car with the little girl in his arms, the carriage moved slowly, and the horse team followed suit. Several servants and a shopkeeper on the street bought two wooden poles and a piece of thick homespun cloth to make a simple stretcher. Lift the middle-aged man and follow him.
Yang Fan suddenly felt that he seemed a little familiar with the name Xing Yuan, as if it was the name of a famous person.
He looked thoughtfully at the little girl sitting opposite him.
"Xing Yuan, Yuanyuan."
Yang Fan finally remembered who this little girl was.
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