Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The ancestors are to be worshipped on the first day of the new year, so the city is full of smoke early in the morning.

There were a lot fewer pedestrians on the street, and Jiang Di walked slowly towards the city gate with a small baggage on his back.

Paper money is never rich and expensive, it is mostly made of cheap paper.

Walking in the city, you can see smoke coming out of every house, and the smell is a bit pungent.

Since a fire broke out in the city the year before last because of ancestor worship, there have been more sergeants patrolling in the city on the first day of the new year.

"Mr. Jiang is out of town again!"

Jiang Di smiled and said, "Yes, something is going on out of town."

Jiang Di greeted him all the way, and when he was approaching the gate of the city, he met the commander Wang Ji of Xinghe.

He felt that he had only met Wang Ji once, and the other party should have forgotten himself as a person, so he just leaned aside.

When he passed by, Wang Ji frowned suddenly, then turned around and asked: "Are you... Jiang Di?"

Jiang Di didn't expect that he remembered himself, turned around and said, "I'm right here, I've seen an adult."

Wang Ji raised his head slightly, looked at him with scrutiny eyes, and said, "Do you want to come to the army?"

If Jiang Di doesn't become a small official, then the army needs a lot of knowledgeable people like him.

Jiang Di smiled and said: "Thank you for your love, but the military is so restrained, but I won't go down here."

This rejection was a little stiff, even with a little resistance.

Wang Ji shook his head and said, "Another idiot who looks down upon the martial artist!"

He turned and left, Jiang Di looked at his back and said, "The martial artist is incompetent."

He slowly walked out of the city, and then walked towards Jingguan in the distance.

Every year now, it is very deserted outside, and even the Atai Department will not come.

On the first day of the new year last year, a herdsman who had been drinking too much rushed into a family who was worshipping the ancestors. This caused a major conflict. Therefore, starting this year, both sides must respect each other's customs when offering sacrifices.

The sky is blue, but the temperature is very low.

Jingguan has been standing here for quite a long time. Every year, people come here to worship, but not to worship these sealed corpses, but to pray for shelter.

And the object they prayed for was the Jingguan stone.

That narrow eye is still looking at the world coldly.

Jiang Di walked to the stele, opened the bag, and then took out a bottle of wine, as well as wine glasses, incense and candles and other sacrificial items.

"Mother, it's Chinese New Year, my boy is coming to see you."

"Last year, the children taught for a year, and those students are very smart..."

"Someone spoke to the boy as a matchmaker, but the boy wanted to wait another two years..."

Jiang Di spoke in a low voice, the incense candle smoke filled with smoke.

The narrow eye seemed more tender in the smoke.

"How come there are people, am I dazzled?"

"Who?"

When Jiang Di turned around, he saw several men standing behind him.

The leading man was full of wind and dust, and his eyes were deep when he looked at the stone tablet.

"you are……"

Jiang Di gradually became happy and stood up and said: "Are you uncle?!"

Fang Xing smiled and said: "We met twice, the first time... the second time was in Jinling. At that time, you were still a child, and you were all grown up unexpectedly. Yanniang is alive in the sky, she will definitely laugh. ."

Jiang Di said blankly: "I didn't pay attention to you the first time."

Fang Xing smiled slightly and said, "Why did you get here?"

Jiang Di said: "I will teach at Xinghe in the coming years."

Fang Xing glanced at that eye and said, "Alright, you will spread the branches and leaves here in the future and stay with your mother, so as not to keep her alone."

Jiang Di said sadly: "After waiting for a few years, after getting married, I am going to Jinling."

"Move here."

The ground was wet and cold, but Fang Xing sat down without hesitation.

He took the paper money and lit it on the candle.

The flames and smoke rose together, and Fang Xing squinted slightly and said: "Back then, your mother made me feel like those warriors, not a man..."

Jiang Di said embarrassedly: "Uncle, you have already avenged my mother."

Fang Xinggan killed the embassy at the risk of the world, and buried Yanniang. Later, he took Yanniang's stele to the north to conquer. Eventually, he used a family of people to bury the Yanniang, which is a shock to the world.

So Jiang Di is most grateful in this life is Fang Xing.

And what he hates most is the warrior.

Even if Fang Xing is a warrior, he still can't make him feel more favorably towards those warriors.

If the warrior could protect his family and the country, how could his mother be taken captive outside the Great Wall and tortured.

Fang Xing threw the paper money and said, "Your mother is the victim of Daming's lack of force, so... Later, Daming gradually began to rise, the First World War, and eventually swept beyond the Great Wall. This is a process, so don't be cynical. , Your mother will feel at ease if you have a good life."

Jiang Di nodded and said, "I have never seen my mother before anyone else. I think my mother must have gone to heaven..."

This is a somewhat confused young man, he doesn't even know what he should do in the future.

"Remember her, but don't remember too much."

Fang Xing patted Jiang Di on the shoulder and gave his own suggestions.

"You shouldn't get stuck, your mother doesn't want to see you like an ascetic monk. Go live a good life, like girls, and then get married. When you come to see her with your children, the family will live a happy life. This is what your mother wants to see in the Spirit of Heaven."

Jiang Di looked at the stele, nodded suddenly and said: "Yes, I know it below."

He arched his hands, then hobbled away.

Fang Xing stood here looking at Jingguan and the stele. After an unknown period of time, a hearty voice came from behind him.

"The British prince came here, and you come again, your majesty, are you going to go to the fortress to fight? That's okay, drive away the Harits completely, and this maddening prairie will become our grazing land. I want to raise it. Raise as many cattle and sheep as you like."

The visitor was Atai, and he was pampered and looked greasy, especially his face, Fang Xing felt that at least half a catty of oil could be shaved off on it.

He looked a little embarrassed, rubbing his hands together, as if a businessman was asking about the list.

The original ambitions are never seen again!

Fang Xing thinks this is good news, at least one thing is missing from his trip.

So he said, "Do you want to travel far with King Ning?"

Atai said heartily: "Xing He and Uncle joked, Xiao Wang has been moisturizing here now, so I don't want to go anywhere."

Fang Xing looked at the stele with his hand, Atai's chattering in his ears, he couldn't help but feel the emotion of impermanence.

"Not to mention, there are more than 30 beauties from all over the world in Xiao Wang's account. They can't sleep when they change to sleep every day. There are also those cattle and sheep. Every year, businessmen will come and beg Xiao Wang to sell them more. , But there are so many, you have to keep the seeds!"

"Last time a woman was found to be the spy of Meier, Xiao Wang threw her to the herdsmen, but was gone in one night."

This is an Atai who is gradually becoming marketable~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fang Xing slightly nodded at the stele, then turned and left.

Atai followed him, talking about his loyalty to the emperor. He also said that the guard Wang Ji was rude and the civilian Zhong Ding was treacherous, and he bullied him and the herdsmen all day long.

There was no problem with Atai entering the city. The sergeant guarding the gate didn't know Fang Xing, and only when one of the hundreds of households accompanying him came to negotiate, did he know Fang Xing's identity.

"I have seen my uncle!"

The sergeants knelt on one knee, looking at Fang Xing with reverent gazes unabashedly.

Xinghecheng, Xinghebo.

Every newcomer will slowly know what Fang Xing means to this city.

Everyone is familiar with those battles and marveled at them.

When I saw the real person, the reverence couldn't help but grow up spontaneously.