Yang Qing looked at the two children in Mr. Zhu's arms and asked with a smile, "How old are the two children?"
"My name is Gouer, and I am seven years old this year." Before the old man could answer, the boy replied generously.
Seeing that this country boy was not afraid of anything, Yang Qing was greatly surprised and said with a smile, "Is this your sister?"
The boy nodded: "Her nickname is Hua'er, and she is five years old this year."
After hearing this, Yang Qing smiled knowingly and said to himself: "Gou'er and Hua'er are the names that common people often give their children."
"I am so lucky, my two children are very cute."
Zhu Laozhang replied: "Mr. Sir, you are too complimentary. Children in the mountains do not understand etiquette. Sir, please don't make fun of me."
"Old man, I see that the courtyard of your mansion is quite neat. I guess the harvest has been good in the past few years, right?" Yang Qing continued to ask.
Zhu Laozhang smiled: "Thanks to His Majesty the Emperor and Prime Minister Zhuge, the tax and corvee taxes have not been heavy in recent years, and the weather has been good every year. Three years ago, the county gave our village a plow and a rolling cart. With this, With these two farm tools, the harvest in the field has almost doubled.
In the past few years, the whole family has been able to have enough to eat, and they can always see meat and fish once or twice a month. Such a life would have been unimaginable to young people when they were young. This is what scholars call a peaceful and prosperous age. Last year at home..."
As soon as this topic was brought up, Old Man Zhu's chatterbox suddenly opened up, and he spoke eloquently, without any restraint at all. Although some of the old man's words were confusing, Yang Qing listened with gusto, and the two of them had a great time talking to each other.
After a while, the food was ready. Although it was rough country food, everyone's stomachs were already empty and they actually ate all the food.
"Master Fu, there is something I have always wanted to tell you, but I don't know how to say it?" After dinner, Yang Qing was so full that he took a walk in the courtyard, Zhou Xing followed him and said.
Yang Qing said: "But it doesn't matter."
"Yes." Zhou Xing looked around and whispered: "Master Fu, I have had a feeling in the past two days that someone has been following us secretly."
Yang Qing stopped and turned around, "Oh? Did you find anything?"
"No." Zhou Xing shook his head and continued: "This is just an intuition of Beizhi. Especially after leaving Luocheng, the feeling of someone coveting behind him became even stronger. Beizhi also arranged for people to stay. I searched behind the brigade but found nothing, so I can’t tell you anything.”
Yang Qingdao: "I see, are you sure this feeling exists?"
Zhou Xing pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "I dare to risk my life to guarantee that this feeling exists."
"De Mao, I believe you." Yang Qing patted his left shoulder and continued: "But if someone is really following you, what do they want? Who are they?"
While the two were thinking, Yue Zhao suddenly came over from the woodshed and saluted Yang Qing with clasped fists: "My Lord, I have something to report."
Yang Qingqi said: "You have something to do too? Haha, tonight is really interesting, tell me."
Yue Zhao was confused by Yang Qing's reaction for a moment, and then said after a pause: "Master Fu, I feel like someone has been following us these past two days."
"What, you feel this way too?" Zhou Xing asked in shock.
Yue Zhao was also surprised: "Is this the case with my disciples too?"
Zhou Xing nodded, and then told Yue Zhao his feelings again. The two exchanged messages, and they coincided with each other.
If Zhou Xing was the only one to say this, Yang Qing would still hesitate, but now that Yue Zhao felt the same way, he had to face up to the matter.
One is the leader of his personal guard, and the other is a detail under Wu Que. Both of them are smart, capable and experienced people. They are especially familiar with this kind of tracking and surveillance. Their intuition cannot be ignored.
"If you two feel this way, then there is a high probability that someone is really following us. This matter is of great importance, and we would rather believe it than not. Tell brothers, be more alert when you sleep tonight. In addition, Demao, you need to arrange for people to take turns on duty, just in case."
"Yes." Zhou Xing and the two men obeyed the order in unison.
It was late at night, and everyone went back to their houses to rest. Old man Zhu found a straw mat and a quilt and spread them on the floor of the main room. There was only one more bedding in his house, which was only enough for Yang Qing. The others had to lean on each other. Sleeping with walls and clothes.
About two miles east of the village, there is a large dense forest with long grass and towering ancient trees. It should have been a deserted time, but at this moment, more than thirty people holding sharp blades gathered here, shocking the surrounding insects. Mingdu is much less.
These people were surrounded by two layers, and two people in the circle were talking in low voices. They seemed to be the leaders of the crowd.
"Mr. Fan, what kind of official title can you give to someone in the Wei Dynasty?" I heard the leader sitting on the left say. This man is in his thirties, his face is full of flesh, and there is a scar as long as one finger long in the corner of his right eye. Vicious.
"Zhang Qushuai, don't be impatient. If you succeed in what you have done today, I will ensure that Qushuai will be rich and honored, and he will be promoted to an official position." The other party replied with a smile. This man was covered with a black scarf and could not tell his age. His voice should be similar to that of Qushuai. Handsome ones are usually in their thirties.
"Huh, Mr. Fan still refuses to show his face to anyone until now. I really don't know how big this guarantee is."
Mr. Fan said: "Qu Shuai knows that safety in our profession is the first priority. As long as the big thing is done, Fan will take off his mask and apologize to Qu Shuai."
"Forget it, this matter will no longer matter..."
Zhang Qushuai was about to say more when he suddenly saw the spy he had sent coming back, so he stopped talking.
"Qushuai." The spy separated from everyone, walked to Zhang Qushuai and called out.
"Sit down, how's it going?"
The spy sat down, took a breath, and replied: "My little spy found out that Yang and his family have slept in that house."
"Have you ever seen which room they were sleeping in?" Mr. Fan asked anxiously before Zhang Qushuai opened his mouth.
"The younger ones didn't dare to get too close. I only saw them from a distance divided into two groups. One group lived in the woodshed in the courtyard, and the other group lived in the main room. As for which room in the main room was the smaller one, I no longer know."
Zhang Qushuai said: "That's enough. The place is only small anyway, just rush in and kill all the people." After that, he praised the spy: "Hou San, you did a good job. It's done. Remember." Your first achievement."
"Thank you for being handsome."
"What do you think, Mr. Fan?"
Mr. Fan thought for a moment and nodded: "In that case, let's do it without further delay. We will take action immediately. As long as the matter is completed, Fan will ask my master to take credit for Qu Shuai and his brothers."
"Haha, sir, don't worry. These forty-five brothers are all the elites of our village. They are all brave and fearless of death. Plus, they have both mental calculations and unintentional intentions. They will definitely be able to accomplish great feats during a surprise attack." Zhang Qushuai stood up and answered. He said with a smile while passing the broadsword handed over by his subordinate.
"Okay, with Qu Shuai's words, Fan will be relieved."
It was already the ugly hour, and dark clouds drifting from nowhere covered the originally bright moonlight. Dozens of dark shadows were quietly approaching Zhu Laozhang's house.
