"It's a deal!"
Yang Zhen once again saw the big eyes behind the straw hat, and rushed in front of him again. He smiled slyly, and with the words "It's settled", he suddenly flashed - the whole person disappeared. .
Yang Zhen was not surprised, but he gradually had a feeling in his stomach: there was a surge of true energy in his stomach, which was quickly traveling through his "nine twists and turns". He was almost at the exit. .
"Dead!"
Before Yang Zhen could take precautions, he was sent to the top of the treetop by his own "Qi". He paused in the air for a second, and then fell heavily to the cypress tree. On the outermost branch of the big thick branch, if he had not grasped it with his hands, he would have almost fallen off the tree, and below, the rushing stream was flowing non-stop.
"Xu——"
This movement frightened the horse tied below to the ground, trying to break free from the restraints of the reins. When Dumu came just now, his movement was not too big, and the horse was not frightened enough to cry out. , and now the whole tree was vibrating up and down, and it was really frightened and screamed.
Yang Zhen looked at the horse and had already pulled the reins almost loose. At this moment, he needed someone to support him, so he whistled loudly at the horse.
After the blow, the horse completely understood it, struggled hard, got rid of the arborvitae, ran directly under the branch where the sheep was hanging, and moved the position of its back to accurately position the saddle for him.
The Yang Zhen fell heavily on the horse's back, a little crookedly, and the side of the heavy pressure pressed the horse's body so hard that its hind legs bent, almost causing him to slide off. So Yang Zhen quickly sat up straight again, and now the man and horse were matched and safe.
"It seems we have to walk at night."
The sheep gathered the reins, steered the horse's head in the direction they came from, and decided to return by the original route under the moonlight.
Although the moonlight was dim and the human eye alone was not enough to determine the direction, fortunately, the horse was old enough and had a strong ability to know the road. It did not require much guidance from the sheep, and it took him through the mountains and ridges on the return journey. .
"Friend, thank you for your support!"
Yang Zhen trusts this horse more than he trusts humans.
Unconsciously, one person and one horse, after running hard for half the night, finally returned to the place where they started: in the distance, the lights of early people in Zhengguo Town, those few stars, actually made the sheep cry.
"Finally it's out!"
The task is not completed, and we have to start again in the right direction, but the premise is: we must have energy and sufficient material reserves.
Yang Zhen found a roadside inn and asked the waiter to give Ma Hao a good meal, drink and wash him. He also opened a small room for himself to catch up on some sleep.
The phrase "man and horse are exhausted" was coined for them at this time.
Just when he was sleeping in a confused and foggy state, suddenly the door of his room was banged loudly.
"Open the door! Open the door! Check the room!"
Yang Zhen felt that his head was still hazy. Before he could pull out the gentle smile of the little palace maid, he was startled by the rapid and heavy knock on the door and sat up, and then slowly woke up.
He hurried to open the door. Standing at the door were the store clerk who was saying nice things, and a tall, stout middle-aged man dressed as a soldier. He roughly knocked down the clerk's arm that was waving and gesticulating during the explanation, and lectured:
"I was ordered to inspect the house and imprison someone without a license!"
Yang Zhen quickly took out the "work certificate" he used to collect Qiu Fu - an official wooden sign with his name written on it.
"'Sheng, Dou, Er!' What's your name?"
"This is the eldest brother. The younger brother's name is 'Sheng Dou'er', and he is a subordinate of Qiu Fu."
"Huh? Is there someone named 'Sheng'? Is this card a fake?" The official became suspicious of this strange surname.
"It's true. You can check the records to see if it's true or not. I'm brave enough to tell lies and deceive the officials!"
Yang Zhen forced out a "sincere" smile and tried to defend himself.
"My Yi, you are just telling lies! Official servants are fair and honest, and they will accept the most dishonest people. Since you don't have a proper name, tell me that you are from Bindu? Who are your parents? Do you live in Bindu? What do you do for a living? At home? How many people are there?"
It was obvious that the official did not want to let him go easily. Instead, he asked Yang Zhen a series of questions with a suspicious look on his face, asking Yang Zhen to answer.
And that was the part he least wanted to answer!
Yang Zhen pointed at the wooden sign with the "Work Permit", stopped his smile, and replied seriously: "This sign is precious and expensive. The wood is made of pine wood from the top trees unique to the Zheng State. Private mining is strictly prohibited. Guests have Is the material fake? My name and surname were chosen by my neighbors. I am so humble because my parents died when I was young. I am an orphan, wandering around with no name or surname. Everyone calls me the best, so I use this as my name. Name. Fortunately, I have a skill at hand, and I can still get a meal. Qiu Fuguan took pity on my poor life and praised my skill for being useful, so he used me to collect Qiu Fu. Without our achievements, I don't know my brother. Where are you waiting for food and clothing?"
In fact, this official just wanted to swindle some money out of him through "ward rounds". Unexpectedly, this young man who looked very handsome had a firm resistance in his bones. The faint sense of oppression actually caused the official to shrink a bit in height.
"That being the case, I won't bother you too much. Just put your cards away! Fortunately, what you encountered today is me. If it were anything else, I don't know if you can continue to collect Qiu Fu!"
After saying this, the military master did not move. Instead, he supported the door frame with both hands, lowered his head, and looked down at Yang Zhen. The two most important words he said were "Xi, Wu".
At this time, the waiter kept pulling out Yang Zhen's sleeves from under the military master's arms and from behind.
Yang Zhen understood, so he smiled again, reached into his sleeves, took out a small red cloth bag, held it with both hands, and presented it to the official: "Thank you for your comfort! You have worked hard! This trip is in a hurry, I don’t have much, please don’t think it’s too little!”
"Yeah! Know how to do it! Have the will! Okay!"
Seeing the officer take the small purse, weigh the weight, and turn away with satisfaction, Yang Zhen cursed silently in his heart:
"What kind of heart! Black heart!"
The store clerk wiped the sweat from his head, gave Yang Zhen a thumbs up, and then bowed his hands in a salute. It was not convenient to say a word, and he hurried downstairs to do other things.
"I can't believe that in the suburbs of cities and towns, there are officers and soldiers who rely on their power, take bribes and bend the law. When I return to the Si clan one day, this situation will definitely change!"
In Yang Zhen's heart, herding horses is just a temporary measure to make a living; but his ambition has long been far beyond the realm of Youshi. He thinks that one day, he can become an important figure who can influence Zheng people. .
"One day, I will let everyone respect me!"
