Xu Guangyi asked Xu Guichang if he could hand over the matter.
Although Wang Xiaofei and his children next to Xu Guichang glared at Xu Guangyi, in the end they allowed their husband Xu Guichang to get up with difficulty in front of Xu Guangyi and discuss some things with them.
Seeing Xu Guichang who seemed to be completely healed, these people were still frightened.
They have only one idea.
Reflection.
But don't do this.
Although they are very worried, they have not encountered this return of light before, and they do not want to encounter it now, although they feel that they will not encounter it.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Xu Guangyi's expression changed drastically. After all, he was from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Although he had been traveling to add color to his knowledge, he still had not forgotten the most basic housekeeping skills.
He hurriedly reached out and started to feel Xu Guichang's pulse.
Xu Guangyi asked cautiously while looking at Xu Guichang's pulse. This surprising action made Wang Xiaofei's heart skip a beat.
"Husband."
Wang Xiaofei started crying again as she spoke, and the children of Wang Xiaofei and Xu Guichang looked at the scene in front of them and burst into tears.
"Dad, you died so miserably, why did you just leave us?"
Looking at this crying scene, Xu Guangyi looked very unnatural.
"Don't worry, County Magistrate Xu is just asleep. Looking at his pulse, it seems that nothing will happen as long as he takes good care of himself. However, Magistrate Xu's body is also a bit weak, and he is not suitable for long distance travel. , it is better to recuperate in Yanmen and then return to Chang'an City. By then, you will be safer on the road, in case Magistrate Xu of the province has any accidents."
"is that so?"
Wang Xiaofei looked at Xu Guangyi and asked cautiously, as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"This is Mr. Xu."
Although Xu Guangyi came to replace Wang Xiaofei's husband Xu Guichang as the county magistrate, this Xu Guichang is also the county magistrate now. He is also the county magistrate, and his surname is Xu. When calling County Magistrate Xu, should he address his own husband or the young master in front of him? Woolen cloth?
In order to avoid unnecessary embarrassment, Wang Xiaofei had to reluctantly call Xu Guangyi Mr. Xu.
Seeing Wang Xiaofei asking him, Xu Guangyi hurriedly turned his head to comfort Wang Xiaofei.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Xu. Our Xu family is also a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Could it be that County Magistrate Xu and my uncle are close friends and you still don't know about this?"
"Well?"
Xu Guichang, who was turned around by Youyouxing, was very surprised by this.
"I really haven't heard about this."
But when he looked up at his crying children, who couldn't help but mourn his loss, Xu Guichang looked at them directly from the corner of his eyes.
"Can you please stop crying? Even if I don't die, you will cry me to death."
Under such circumstances, although Xu Guichang scolded them, the result was pleasant to see, and everyone burst into laughter.
"Father, just be okay."
"Great, father is alive."
"..."
Everyone couldn't help but sigh.
Now that this farce is over, Xu Guangyi can be considered to have gained a foothold in Yanmen. There was a county magistrate in Yanmen, Xu Guichang, who was escorting him at the scene. How could he not be able to gain a firm foothold?
On the grassland, Xu Guangren rode a war horse, wearing armor led by the prince's right guard, and marched forward with the Tiance Guards.
Although the prince's right guard and his soldiers looked out of place among the Tiance Guards, no one said anything about him. The generals of the Tiance Guards had all heard that the two brothers from the Xu family came to deliver news and encountered Turkic troops. After a bloody battle, only a few people were left.
The military has always admired the strong, not to mention that this strong man is their brave and good fighting partner, not to mention their uncle who is even more brave and good at fighting, invincible in battle, and they also treat their uncle.
It's very respectful.
After being stationed once, Xu Guangren came to his uncle, Xue Li, who was not much different in age from him.
"General."
Xue Li looked at Xu Guangren who respected his military salute and nodded with satisfaction.
"Guangren, I didn't expect you to be so persistent. Although I heard them tell you about your past in the army, they actually asked you to follow us. I am very satisfied with your performance, but you must Behave well and don't leave out the name of your uncle, my elder brother-in-law."
"Don't worry, General. I won't let the General down, let alone embarrass my uncle."
Xue Li looked at Xu Guangren who was so sensible and patted him on the shoulder.
"We are talking in private now, why do you call me that? Just call me uncle."
Xu Guangren was very discerning and spoke hurriedly.
"It's uncle."
Xu Guangren always felt weird just calling him "uncle". Although he felt that there was nothing wrong with calling him "uncle Xue Li", who told him that he, the uncle, was the first one to ask them to come to Chang'an City to meet him?
But just as they couldn't help but imagine that they could go to the grassland to find traces of their King Anbei of the Tang Dynasty, and welcome King Anbei of the Tang Dynasty back, so that King Anbei, who had made immortal contributions to the Tang Dynasty and had great military exploits, could return. When the Tang Dynasty continued its good stories, the caravan that kept hiding its figure and moving quickly on the grassland finally appeared in front of a new tribe.
There was a caravan in this tribe that was happily trading with them. Without thinking, these people came to them and inquired about the situation with a smile.
"Brothers, let me ask, are you a caravan from the west?"
These slightly humble people came to talk to each other. Although they were competitors, they were also partners who supported each other. Although they didn't understand what they meant by asking questions, they still spoke kindly in front of them.
"Yes, we are coming from the west. Are you planning to go to the west?"
"Yes Yes."
After getting the answers they wanted, these people looked at the people in front of them and spoke hurriedly.
"We would like to ask, what kind of good goods can you recommend to us when we go to the west? How many tribes have you met in the west? Are there any weird ones that need other items?"
The caravan asked a very good question, and the business caravan looked at them and didn't know what to say for a moment, and this person seemed to know what they were thinking, and hurriedly took out the A handful of broken gold was stuffed into the hands of the caravan, and the injured leader was even more happy after receiving a handful of gold. He hurriedly regarded the person in front of him as a master. This handful of gold was equivalent to half of the money that his caravan had harvested. .
He instinctively treats others unfairly. Although these people tell the news, they may bury a competitor for him, but the money that goes into his own pocket will not be known by the owner, let alone others. It is truly my own.
Who can have trouble with money?
Soon, the businessman in front of him told everything he knew. He talked about some tribes in the west, especially some unreasonable tribes who used their ability to show off their power and bully the market every day. At the same time, he also said: There are some tribes that are quite friendly to their trade.
He even said that one tribe, for the first time, actually let them leave before the storm came, and gave them part of their assets.
The person who was trying to get the information he wanted was embarrassed.
But in order to have no choice but to bite the bullet and listen to this trivial matter, fortunately, this man still had a focused point in what he said. He quickly talked about the items and supplies that were lacking among these tribes, and waited until he talked one after another. , there is absolutely nothing about the tribe formed by Easterners that this caravan needs.
But just as the malicious person was about to leave, the person who had collected the money suddenly started talking about it.
"The tribal leader who gave them supplies looks a bit like this young master! They both have black hair, yellow skin, and black eyes."
At this moment, the eyes of the guys who came to ask questions with hidden identities lit up.
"I found it, I found my target. Although they all have black hair, yellow skin, and black eyes, but thinking about it, they must have the same appearance, similar layout, and the only difference between them and people of other ethnic groups is of course The difference between people with the same skin color and hair is the hairstyle.”
At this moment, the caravan member hurriedly asked about the location of the friendly tribe that looked similar to him.
The reason is simple, he needs to communicate with them.
Since there is such a friendly tribe of people who are similar to me and obviously belong to my own clan, why don't you want to visit it?
The excuse is so good and powerful that no one will care.
But just when this person got the news and quickly moved forward again, the caravan leader who got the gold was indeed a little curious.
"You're just leaving like this? You're just leaving without even trading any supplies? How are you going to make money?"
Although the caravan leader was very curious, he suppressed this strange thought and shook his head. Since he got the gold, he would wait to reward his relatives and let them live a good life.
Just after the caravan leader finished trading supplies, he came out of the tribe and marched proudly to the east. Not long after traveling, the sun turned to the west, and he found a sheltered place to set up camp. When he was preparing to set off again tomorrow, suddenly Sharp arrows shot out one after another from the darkness.
These ruthless arrows are constantly harvesting their lives, and the caravan leader who has a conspiracy there will pay a heavy price in an instant.
The caravan leader who received part of the money was given special attention, which also caused hardship to those close to him.
They all received special care, especially the leader of the caravan. Blood oozed from his chest, staining his clothes red, and a few pieces of the gold he collected fell out of the injured holes and fell to the ground. , stained with blood, so weird.
But things always look like this. After encountering robbers, this unprepared team, and it was mainly a caravan, instantly had no power to fight back, and it didn't take long for everyone to be eliminated.
When the matter came to an end, someone appeared next to their bodies again, and wasn't the person who appeared next to his body the same person who gave him the gold to find out the news?
There was just a sneer on the corner of this man's mouth.
"Do you think my gold is so easy to get?"
While he was talking, he reached out and took out all the exposed gold and the gold stained red by blood in his arms. After his hands were stained with blood, he casually wiped them on the caravan leader's body, and then He also took all the useful items that could prove his identity to his side, and took his caravan on a journey to find the tribe whose target was almost the same as himself and should be where his target was, to complete his mission. Things arranged by the owner.
