The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

Mr. Tian did not expect that the Yan family was hiding such a secret.

There was a thief on the wedding boat of the crown prince, and he was also a thief of the palace.

Reminiscent of my old friend's previous letter mentioning that the palace sent people to search for lost items along the river in Changping, Gufeng. They should be looking for these boxes that have sunk in the water.

He also has a more troublesome guess, daring to attack the concubine, so blatantly, the identity of the person behind it is ready to be revealed.

Coupled with the fact that the note that cheated the border defense this time came from the Prince of England's residence, Mr. Tian's mood was very complicated.

"Teacher, let's talk to Shizi." Yan Laoer whispered.

Mr. Tian still had a headache, so he didn't answer right away.

Yan Huaiwen: "My lord, the prince sent someone to send the bank note in private, and I will inform you quietly."

As for what the son will do when he finds out, it has nothing to do with them.

But after this incident, their connection with Shizi will be even closer.

He took a deep look at Mr. Tian, ​​if there was no God's blessing, this Mr. Tian should have died on the day when the tiger crumbled the city, just like the second and third masters, he went to his death generously.

The son should have died young, but since Mr. Tian could save him, who knows if the fate of the son will be different from the previous life.

The fate of people is really amazing.

He never separated from his family, never separated from Tianyou, and brought his family and even the whole village to Guanzhou. After that, everything became different.

In the beginning, it just changed the fate of the people around me. Gradually, all the people and things I came into contact with were developing in an unpredictable direction.

There is only time, and it cannot be changed by humans.

Yan Huaiwen clearly remembered that this year, Guanzhou reported a cold disaster, and it has been continuous year after year.

In the first two years, the imperial court would provide relief in a timely manner, but the increasingly chaotic battles for reserve positions, frequent disasters in various places, and the central government's inability to take care of it all made Guanzhou, a barren land, gradually neglected.

Disasters, Bei Rong's invasion of the frontier...became the norm on the Guanzhou Memorial.

It was not until the death of the eldest son that the emperor thought of the King Ying who was far away in Guanzhou.

That year was the year when the old emperor decided to establish a reserve.

One after another, the princes who were abroad were recalled back to Beijing and stayed with them for inspection.

The King of England's beloved son was newly mourned, and the war in Guanzhou was tense, so he missed the time to return to Beijing, and also missed the chance to compete for the reserve position.

However, based on his understanding of the King of England, it might not be a bad thing to miss this time.

The old emperor was deep in his thoughts, he set up a reserve like a gu, sitting and watching the princes fight, criticize each other, and use them to do things...

This is true for the prince, and even more so for the ministers.

When he, who was jealous and vengeful, gradually showed his sharpness, the sharp knife named Yan Huaiwen was held in the hands of the old emperor, and he was used to check and kill corruption, to clean up the officialdom, and to warn everyone...

Hang this sharp blade high above everyone's heads, wishing to kill quickly.

In just six years, he has reached the top of the ladder that is difficult for all officials to reach.

Every step is like walking on thin ice, if you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces!

Even though he was careful, he still couldn't keep his Heng'er.

...

Master Tian set his sights on his disciple.

Logically speaking, it would be best to leave this matter to Tianyou. Only their father and daughter know where the caisson is.

But he had just taken Tianyou to the palace for a walk, and it would be too eye-catching to go again at this time.

What's more, tonight is the trading period.

Mr. Tian didn't want to make troubles.

Yan Huaiwen also thought the same, so he turned his attention to Yan Yu.

...

Yan Yu rushed to Fucheng with the letter written by her master.

Along the way there are three irons.

Santie once went to Fucheng to report the letter, and the officials guarding the city still had the impression that they didn't ask for a copper coin for the two of them to enter the city.

Yan Yu smiled and said: "Brother San Tie, it seems that you have to come here often, the better you get to know the city defenders, the better. You don't need to spend copper coins when you come to Fucheng in the future, so you can save a lot of money."

This is not the case when the three irons think about it.

"Xiaoer, you're right. From now on, I'll make friends with the big brothers who defend the city."

Yan Lao Er and Yan Yu, father and daughter, have influenced many people in a subtle way.

Santie admired Uncle Yan's ability to chat with anyone the most, and wanted to try to learn it.

They didn't want to be noticed this time.

The donkey cart of the two of them was full of things.

There are bundles of firewood, and the prey that Xiao'an Village has caught in the past two days.

In the street market not far from the palace, Yan Yu handed over the copper coins and placed the things he had brought. Yan Yu held the cat in his arms and squatted in front of the stall.

Started a business in a serious manner.

There are not many people who bring firewood into the city like them to sell. Basically, the nearby villagers are waiting at the gate of the city.

Everyone thinks this way. There are many firewood sellers gathered at the gate of the city every day. The price is very stable, and a bundle is around ten Wen.

Yan Yu can only say that the people in this world are very simple, and he is afraid that his own firewood will be less than other houses and it will not be easy to sell. One bundle is denser than the other, and he has no intention of cutting corners.

If you buy a bundle of firewood and only light the stove for cooking, it can be used for several days.

The firewood that Yan Yu and the others brought was bundled in a regular manner and was not very popular. She asked for ten yuan, but it didn't sell for a long time.

But Yan Yu was not in a hurry, and asked Brother San Tie to stroll around to try his luck, to see if he could meet the guards who were with Shizi that day.

Pheasants and hares opened one after another.

Yan Yulun only sells, and the price is not high. She has a sweet mouth, and she is very enthusiastic when calling people aunts, aunts, aunts, and sisters. You can hear the clear and crisp cries from a long distance. Everyone loves to join in the fun. Seeing a child Selling things at a stall is very rare, and I am willing to join in.

Gradually, two bundles of firewood were also sold.

When Santie wandered back, he even delivered a bundle to his door.

Just when Yan Yu thought he was going to return without success today.

The always quiet cat meowed twice, and put her little paw on the back of her hand.

Yan Yu said to Santie who just came back: "Brother Santie, try going there again, if you still can't touch it, forget it today, let's go home."

San Tie responded and walked in the direction Xiao Er pointed.

When he saw the little brother named Ping Shu next to Shizi, surprise appeared on his face.

He also saw him holding the book, looked at him several times in doubt, and confirmed that it was really the person from Xiao'an Village who came to Fucheng to report.

Before he could react.

San Tie rushed over, and seriously said the lines that Xiao Er had set for him: "Brother, do you need firewood for your house?"

Holding the book, I froze for a moment.

As expected of someone close to Shizi, he soon noticed something.

"You sell firewood? Where is the firewood? How do you sell it?"

"A bundle of ten papers, it's not far over there, I'll read it first, and if I think it's good, I'll recite it home for my brother."

Hold the book and follow him.

Then I saw Yan's Xiao Er sitting behind the booth.

Although he used firewood as an excuse to attract the books, Yan Yu did not sell firewood, but tried hard to sell the last hare.

With the gesture of giving the rabbit, he passed the letter in his sleeve over.

Today's first update~

In the next chapter, let's go grab the box~

Let’s release the road of Lao Yan’s rise in his last life little by little. Isn’t there a lot of room for imagination?

The house also thinks that writing like this is very good, quack~(`) Comparing my heart~