At this time, Li Yingyue was covering the wolfskin hat on her head with one hand and holding the small cloth bag containing dried fruits in the other hand. She was already running back to the streets of Gucheng like a wild horse.
The sky at this time was already very dark, almost night.
Someone had planted torches high on both sides of the road, and the few shops in Gucheng had hung up lanterns, and the firelight reflected on the wet street.
The streets of Gucheng are usually dirty. Today, because they have just been washed by snow, they are clean enough to reflect the lights. The dilapidated streets looked much brighter than usual, and due to the large number of people gathering there, at least one section of the street looked like a prosperous small town.
Li Yingyue ran from south to north. When she approached the small teahouse, people in the crowded and lively crowd turned their eyes and called her.
There were so many people talking, and when they shouted together, it suddenly became more like a huge and noisy flock of birds. Except for a series of "dragonfly", "dragonfly", "dragonfly", Li Yingyue couldn't even hear a single word clearly.
She simply said "Eh!" "Eh!" "Eh!" in a confused response, turning left and right in the crowd, quickly passing through, and then continued to run away quickly holding her hat.
In this way, it was not until a very tall figure came towards him carrying a load that Li Yingyue took the initiative to slow down his steps, greeted him obediently, and shouted: "Uncle Fairness."
"Hey, it's dark, be careful and run slowly." The tall figure responded kindly.
"Well, Mr. Fairy should proceed with caution." Li Yingyue was impatient. She responded obediently, but in actual actions she refused to listen. She turned around and started running quickly again.
"Uncle Fair." A man from Gucheng who was carrying carbon to sell came out from the side road. He also greeted the tall figure loudly, then stopped and looked at the dense and noisy crowd ahead.
He had just come back from the mountains and didn't know what happened.
"Are you still talking about it? Don't worry, have all the kids at home eaten?!"
As he spoke, the tall figure walked into the area illuminated by the firelight. He squatted down and put down the load of frozen vegetables on his shoulders. He stood up straight. He was nine feet tall and burly. Although he looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, his body was as straight as the old city wall of Gucheng. A solid old city brick.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the crowd gathered in front of the small teahouse immediately stopped talking and making noise, and turned around to say hello, shouting "Uncle Gongping", "Uncle Gongping"...
Even those who were older than him shouted the same as if he had no name.
There has always been no government office in Gucheng. Except when collecting taxes, there is no sign of Zhou officials at all. There is a battalion of defense troops belonging to Yanzhou, which is usually stationed in the direction of the wasteland, more than ten miles away, in a solidly defended stone fortress, but it does not care about the city's defense at all.
Uncle Gingping is the "basic manager" elected by the Gucheng people themselves. He doesn't know the origin of the system, but he follows a century-old rule. He is not allowed to inherit from generation to generation.
Therefore, a person who can become a Gongping Bo often already has a certain authority among the people of Gucheng before he becomes a Gongping Bo. After becoming a Gongping Bo, he becomes more legitimate and prestigious.
Uncle Gong is responsible for leading and maintaining the long-standing and unshakable rules and bottom lines of Gucheng, such as collective snow removal. Another example is that it is never allowed to steal merchants' goods and harm the lives of merchants. Otherwise, they will be driven away. In serious cases, they will be stoned to death collectively. .
Then, in some internal affairs and disputes within our capabilities, we try our best to judge right from wrong.
"We have been talking about this for a long time...that old man, will he take the children of Lao Zheng's family to the capital this time? They are the ones closest to him on weekdays."
"Yes, they say that luck is about to fly up the branches and fall on their family."
"Zheng Laomeng knows something underground. He should be happy to drink ten or eight more bowls."
"..."
"Okay, are you talking about two bushels of corn?!" Uncle Gingping frowned and interrupted: "When the excitement is almost over, we will go back and make food for the children to eat and sleep. If there is any big shot in Gucheng, let's It will be the same tomorrow, you have to work hard to earn money and support your family.”
Uncle Gong dispersed the crowd.
On the other side, in the small courtyard of Lao Zheng's house, Ye Yuzhou also lit a torch and inserted it into the snow that had not yet melted away. Then he squatted in front of the small willow tree and observed and studied it carefully.
He has been studying this willow tree since he arrived home.
The willow planted inadvertently at the head of Jiantian Pavilion is the same as the one he placed on his desk, except that the one is older and looks vigorous... I have long thought that it is unusual, and I have looked at it carefully many times, but What's so unusual about it?
Don't understand.
I really want to chop it up and see.
Wait, Dragonfly and Yun Niang, it seems like they haven’t been sick in the past two years. They haven’t even had abdominal pain, headache or brain fever. Could it be because of this little willow tree?
And not only the dragonfly has been getting longer and more graceful, but even Yun Niang has become a lot more outstanding in the past two years.
It's not really that magical, is it?
So why doesn't it have any concrete benefits for me? Cut it, cut it.
It can’t be because I looked at it carefully the most and it gave me a pair of eyes, right? Ye Yuzhou suddenly remembered the few times that there were women among merchants or passers-by, but more than one of them said that he had a pair of eyes that could kidnap people's wives and daughters, and said, every time you look at me, I think you are right too. I am interested.
Could this person have a constitution that was hacked to death...
Fortunately, the women in Gucheng don't seem to have that feeling. They probably don't feel it after seeing it too much, or they live a hard life and don't have the time to appreciate the lack of eyes in Lao Shizi's eyes.
Anyway, can we discuss it and exchange it for another one?
Ye Yuzhou was thinking about Liu.
"Fish porridge!" "Fish porridge!" Li Yingyue shouted all the way and rushed into the courtyard gate. Seeing Ye Yuzhou happened to be there, she said without even breathing: "Sister Storyteller, hoo... hoo... Storyteller invites us to go to Chang'an together. .”
"Going to Chang'an?!"
Ye Yuzhou was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this to happen. Because in his own analysis and thinking, the risk of the old man going back this time is actually quite high.
Even Ye Yuzhou can analyze this, and the old man himself must know better.
In this case, he took the initiative to invite us to go with him. Does this mean that he is confident?
Ye Yuzhou's heart suddenly moved.
Because in this case, as long as he follows the old man back, he will have a good chance to directly contact the center of the Zhou Dynasty in the future. It will undoubtedly be much more convenient to investigate the case of himself and the Dragonfly family... Of course, risks will accompany it, and Very big.
Then, in terms of practice, as long as I ask, the old man will definitely be able to find me a good master to give me guidance, and maybe even send me directly to a lofty place like Jiantian Pavilion.
But, can it really be so smooth? Is he really sure?
Even if he thinks he has it... How can I easily entrust my fate to someone else's hands based only on his certainty? It was so difficult to survive by luck!
Not just me, but also dragonflies.
We must definitely leave Gucheng one day, but at that point, is the beginning of Dragonfly and I’s fateful journey definitely starting from Chang’an with the old man?
"Fish porridge, shall we go?" Li Yingyue stood aside and watched her brother's expression change for a long time before she couldn't help but ask.
She didn't even bother to put down the bag of dried fruits on her shoulder. She was so thirsty that she didn't even bother to take a sip of water first.
Ye Yuzhou turned to look at her, hesitated and said, "I'll think about it again."
"Oh, okay... Uncle Fair. Uncle Fair is here, fish porridge."
Li Yingyue stretched out her hand and pointed toward the road diagonally outside the courtyard.
In fact, the sky was almost completely dark at this time, and it was impossible to see people clearly. What's more, Li Yingyue and Ye Yuzhou were still standing in the light and looking into the dark. However, it was enough to see a blurry figure. Uncle Gong's stature was not as good as Gu's. The city is one.
Even among the merchants who have passed by over the years, Ye Yuzhou has never seen anyone taller than Uncle Ping, and there is no one in the military camp of Shitou Castle outside the city.
Uncle Ping's height was one of the signs of a solid city in the eyes of passing merchants. Some of them even called it Gaolao City.
There is only Lao Zheng's house at the foot of the mountain here. If you walk further, you will enter the mountain. Uncle Gongzheng is undoubtedly coming to their house.
"Looking for us, Dragonfly, go and help Yun Niang steam a few more pancakes, cut some bacon and steam it, and then look for the wine that dad left behind to see if there is any more."
Uncle Ging was one of Zheng Laomei's coffin bearers back then, and he has always taken good care of him over the years. The three children of Lao Zheng's family all respect him very much.
Ye Yuzhou exchanged a few words with Li Yingyue, then took the initiative to greet him and shouted:
"Uncle Fair."
