Savior of all people? This is too exaggerated!
Qin Feng quickly helped the old man up, gently patted the dust off the old man's knees, and grinned: "You are so old, I can't bear your worship. As for a savior, it is even more nonsense. Get up and continue driving, your bullock cart is very comfortable to sit on."
The old man was flattered, nodded his head, and quickly climbed onto the cart.
Qin Feng and Jing Qianying also got on the bus one after another.
When passing by the Minister of War, the Minister of War still asked: "Sir, the saint sent us to come to meet you, why don't you take our carriage?"
Qin Feng lay down directly on the haystack and waved his hand: "No need, I just did my duty. There is no need for such a fuss. Just go about your own business and don't worry about me."
The three servants looked at each other and had no choice but to lead a group of people and silently follow the bullock cart.
At the same time, the county magistrate Fuyun ran to the bullock cart and stuffed two silver ingots into the old man's body, totaling twenty taels.
"It's time for you to send Young Master Qin to the capital."
The old man had never seen so much money before. He felt that this big silver ingot was very hot to touch. He was flattered and said, "I don't dare to take it seriously. It is a blessing for me to give it to Mr. Qin."
The county magistrate of Fuyun glared at the old man: "Just take it if it's given to you. You're talking too much! Let the official take you home afterwards."
Jing Qianying, who was on the side, smiled slightly: "Take it, it's not easy to get to Beijing this time. You are old, so I'll take it as a reward for your hard work."
The old man had no choice but to put away the silver ingots, thinking that today there was really smoke coming out of the ancestral graves. Not to mention sending Mr. Qin to Beijing, and getting so much money, just these twenty taels of silver ingots were enough for his family to eat for more than ten years.
For a moment, the old man couldn't help but hold his head high, feeling that he had never been so proud in his life.
In the evening, Kyoto City slowly appeared in sight.
Looking at the increasingly clear Kyoto, Qin Feng stretched hard, thinking that he was finally home and could have a good rest. As soon as he thought of this, a burst of cheers came.
Qin Feng frowned and looked for information, only to see that the city walls were already crowded with people.
There were densely packed defenders on the city wall, and under the city wall there were crowds of people.
"Look! Mr. Qin is back!"
With a scream, the whole of Kyoto seemed to be boiling.
Both the people and the defenders were all excited, their ears red, and they were staring at Qin Feng on the haystack.
"It's really Mr. Qin, that's great! Just seven days ago, I thought that Mr. Qin's trip would be a disaster. Who would have thought that the rebellion in the north could be put down so quickly? Mr. Qin is really our main beam. He is also the number one general."
"More than that? Why bother Mr. Qin to go out in person for a small rebel Huang Cheng? Mr. Qin is going to the north this time to fight against Beidi Sangqian's army."
"Stop yelling. What do you know? You just know how to spread some gossip."
"My cousin is on duty in the Ministry of War. It is said that before Mr. Qin left the capital, he issued a military order to quell the rebellion of Huang Cheng and the traitors within ten days. This was originally an impossible task. Excluding the round trip time, it only took four days. time to suppress the bandits. As a result, Mr. Qin returned to Beijing on the seventh day. It can be seen that Mr. Qin only spent one day to destroy Huang Cheng! As for Nasang Qianjun, he was in secret with Huang Cheng and wanted to take the opportunity to attack Bei Xi County, guess what the result is?"
Under the extremely excited gazes of the people around him, the man who had mastered the inside information was even proud, with his head cocked high.
"In the end, Sang Qian's army didn't even see the young master in person, and he was killed. He fell on his back and took off his armor, hahahaha."
As soon as this statement came out, the scene became even more excited.
The people of Kyoto have heard countless news from the north over the years, but most of them are bad news or the war is tense, and they all feel angry.
Now everyone just feels proud and proud.
At this moment, a young man pointed at the ox cart and exclaimed: "Look, why is Mr. Qin returning to Beijing in an ox cart?"
There was a surge of public opinion at the scene.
Countless people shouted angrily.
"How unreasonable! Mr. Qin has promoted our country's prestige and conquered the outside world. He is the great hero of our country who is famous in the contemporary world. This time he returned to the capital without flowers and brocades. At least he should be escorted by a horse-drawn carriage. But it turned out to be only an ox-cart?" And it’s an ox cart used for farming? Is this how I, Daliang, treat his heroes?”
"That's right! Doesn't this move chill people's hearts?"
The people present rushed towards the bullock carts, or shouted at the officers and soldiers beside them, demanding an explanation.
Seeing that the order at the scene was about to get out of control, the accompanying Minister of War quickly stepped forward and explained loudly.
"Fellows and fellow villagers, please don't get me wrong. The reason why Mr. Qin rode the ox cart was because he traveled thousands of miles and was exhausted. Look, the ox cart was followed by several carriages."
After receiving an explanation from the Minister of War, the public resentment at the scene gradually subsided.
The eyes of the people were even more intense.
"It really is!"
"Haha, as expected of Mr. Qin, he doesn't care about ostentation at all."
"That's right. With Mr. Qin's current status, even the princes of the current dynasty must treat each other with courtesy. You know, even those ninth-grade Zhima County magistrates have to fight a lot when traveling. . Mr. Qin is so diligent and frugal, which is really admirable."
"You all should learn from it, that's what it means to be an official!"
"Hey, Mr. Qin is not an official."
Seeing the people in Kyoto defending Qin Feng so much, the accompanying officials were sweating profusely. This public opinion was not a good sign.
After all, this is an important place in Kyoto. Even if Qin Feng has no evil intentions, the saint will be suspicious of him.
There is only one person in this world who can be supported by all people, and he can only be a saint.
If it were anyone else, he would be a threat to the imperial power and his achievements would overwhelm the master!
The Minister of War quickly reminded: "Master Qin, you'd better let the people disperse."
Of course Qin Feng knew the deep meaning of the Minister of War, but there were so many people present and they were so fanatical. Once they showed up, they would probably be overwhelmed by the vast sea of people.
Qin Feng didn't want to cause such "trouble".
Just hide in the haystack and love whoever you want.
As the oxcart slowly drove towards the Qin Mansion, it seemed as if the entire Kyoto people came to the streets and escorted Qin Feng back to his home.
Jing Qianying leaned to the side and teased: "Feng'er, do you know how long it has been since there was such a sensation in Kyoto?"
Qin Feng was lying on the haystack, with only his two eyes exposed. He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would be dragged out by the people, lifted high, and thrown high. Qin Feng was about to fall apart, but he could not withstand this kind of torment.
"What does this have to do with me? I'm already on a bullock cart, am I not low-key enough?"
Feeling the resentment in Qin Feng's tone, Jing Qianying couldn't help but snicker: "You are keeping a low profile, but this battle is more vigorous than a saint's outing..."
