Economic and Trade Song Dynasty

Qin Juan couldn't help asking: "You and Bo Bo Nu are childhood sweethearts, don't you know Bo Bo Nu?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help getting angry every day: "Who the hell is with his childhood sweetheart, he is a lot older than me, he is right with Wanxi childhood sweetheart, when I was six years old and still in Onanhe, he was nine and ten years old , I can’t play anywhere at all, because of his height, he already looks down on us who are small, so he went to play with those adults.”

"When I grow up, I will already be far away from the Onan River."

"Then Wanxi is the same age as him, does he understand Bo Bo Nu?" Qin Juan asked again.

"Probably, or I don't know, that guy Bobonu has been infatuated with flowers since he was 12 years old, and he often stays away from home. Wanxi probably won't meet him a few times throughout the year." Riri propped his chin and said, "You Look, Mr. Donghe Bo Bonu, this Donghe refers to the east of the Qilulian River, where there are many Goulanhua Streets, he often went there and got such a name, and Wanxi was in the city of Daordu at that time , They probably won't be together often, at most Wanxi will ask Bobo Nu to borrow money."

Qin Juan couldn't help frowning and asked again: "Are Wanxi and Huhu senior brothers? Are they childhood sweethearts?"

And Wanxi and Huhu are about the same age.

"Ah, it's true to say that, they are all disciples taught by Prime Minister Yelu, but there are so many students of Prime Minister Yelu, but Boya Wuhuhu is the only successor, so the friendship between Wanxi and Huhu is still very close. It's hard to say, but when I met Wanxi, I never heard him mention Huhu." Yueyue explained.

Hearing this, Qin Juan was a little confused again.

After drooping his eyes and contemplating for a while, he is still willing to trust his intuition. It is reasonable for Wanxi and Huhu not only to know each other but also to have a secret connection.

Yue Yue suddenly said: "When my father was there, he once told me that the only person in the world who can understand the game of chess in the world is the Patriarch of the Boyawu clan. So before he died, he told me that he could use tricks to force Huhu to make a move. It is said that if Huhu is involved, the overall situation of the world can be roughly shaped. But now, even Huhu has gone..."

"Huhu knows a lot of things, but he won't tell others. The father said that Huhu knows the world. If he is given conditions, he can rule the world. If a person like Huhu is used by an unprecedented emperor, he can make this The fragmented mountains and rivers are united."

"He doesn't want to." Qin Juan's deep voice interrupted Riyue's words.

Yue Yue looked at him slightly surprised.

"Perhaps he has already understood the general situation in the world, but he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to see corpses all over the field, and the blood on the grassland is redder than the sunset in the sky, so he came back from the army of the Western Expedition, maybe he thought about it. The mountains and rivers will be unified, and he may have thought that the common people would live in peace...but he finally let it go, because he knew that this troubled world would last at least decades..." Qin Juan's determined eyes fell on Riri On his face, his voice is also like his eyes, "He has too many people to protect, which means that there are too many people to lose. Ever since he lost the retainers of Boya Wu, he has been disappointed with most of them." , Disappointed with himself... The country he wants is not like this. The country is unified, and his relatives are gone. To him, it is just a pale. He doesn't care anymore. do you understand."

He stayed in place for a long time, and the news from all sides did not find out the whereabouts of Boyawu Huhu. Like the original Patriarch of the Boyawu clan, Huhu disappeared in the vast wilderness.

Five years ago, the Patriarch of the Boyawu Clan did the same, disappearing without a trace.Even though Wo Kuotai Khan sent countless people to search for it, they never found the spider silk.

Every day seems to understand, but also seems to understand, if his father lied to him... Who in this world should he trust.

Why did his father lie to him.

The disappearance of Boya Wu's family may be a fate in the dark, or it may be the instruction of a high-ranking person.

All they see is skin...

It was night, and local officials in Xiazhou hosted a banquet for King Dayong and his party.

Xiazhou officials welcomed Riyue's arrival, because they knew too well that Xiazhou, which was in the desert, had few soldiers and supplies, and Xiazhou would not arouse the prince's thoughts. They knew that it was better to befriend evil than to befriend Establish a good relationship with this prince first, in 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, if this prince develops in the future, who can say for sure.

This night, I felt the enthusiasm of Xiazhou people.The bonfire started when it was getting dark and did not go out until dawn the next day.

After dancing all night, Ayiga's voice became hoarse.

Ji Buza was so drunk that Song Man danced most of the night until his short legs couldn't move anymore, then he was carried into the tent by his slaves and fell asleep soundly.

Qin Juan has never played around like this before at such a young age. The officers and soldiers in Xiazhou opened his eyes. A group of big men can dance and sing better than the girls.

What's more interesting is that Ayiga didn't know what was wrong. Compared with them singing, it's better now, and I can't hear my voice when I speak the next day...

Early in the morning, from the inside to the outside, there was a long row of people lying down, only Qin Juan sat by the river not far away and washed his face.

If someone invades Xiazhou City now, it is estimated that they will all be captured.

After washing my face and blowing a cool breeze for a while, I became more awake.

This small river runs through the south of Xiazhou City. In fact, Xiazhou City is not surrounded by deserts on all sides.

If you walk a short distance to the north of the city and the south of the city to the west, you can see the desert, and there is still a distance from the desert to the west of the city.

Perhaps it is because there are several small rivers in the city for people to survive, so there were the first villages here, and then developed into towns, forming the current Xiazhou City with a certain scale.

There are nearly [-] people in Xiazhou city, and the military and civilians live together.The traditions and even costumes of the Xixia Dynasty are still preserved here.

Occasionally passing by somewhere, you can still see cuneiform Xixia characters, and hear some Xixia people speaking Xixia dialect.

The women here are fair-skinned and have the characteristics of women from the Central Plains, but they also have thick eyebrows and big eyes.

When their army rode into the city that day, the women would throw colorful ropes at them. When the cavalry turned their heads, some of them covered their faces and smiled, and some turned their heads and ran away.

Unlike the women in other places who treated the soldiers a little differently, the women in this place did not reject them, and even showed a kind of friendliness.

On this day, Qin Juan took off his uniform and mask, and headed for the city with Songman on his back.

He got a half-term vacation, and he can take Song Man to play in the city.

Perhaps it was because he feared that if the war between Meng and Song would expand, Qin Juan would never have such a vacation again.

Before going out, Ayiga gave him a bag of silver beans, so he could buy a lot of things for Songman.

"Brother, why haven't I seen the noodle shop after walking for so long, Huqiuer is so thirsty..." Songman hugged his thigh coquettishly.

Qin Juan doesn't know who he learned this trick from, anyway, if Songman uses this trick on him, he promises he won't be able to walk, so he will give him whatever he wants...

Nearly June, the weather is slightly hot, and there is little wind in Xiazhou City at noon, so it is indeed hot and dry.

Qin Juan: "There should be a market in front."

Not long after walking, there were more and more small stalls and vendors. Qin Juan stopped in front of the melon and fruit stall and bought cold melons and fruits cut with a knife.

Songman was extremely thirsty, so he ate it after taking it.

Qin Juan lowered his head and took out the silver beans. The vendor smiled and said, "This is your son? So cute."

Qin Juan gave him the silver beans, and the peddler saw his face clearly. It was obvious that this person was just a child, how could he give birth to such a big child, it was only because of his tall stature.

The peddler quickly said: "Sorry, I made a mistake."

"nothing."

"One silver bean is three bowls." The peddler put the melons and fruits in front of him.

Qin Juan took the melon and fruit, lowered his head and started eating.

Songman ate very quickly, a bowl of sliced ​​melon was drained quickly, and he stretched out his hand to beg for it without feeling thirst quenched.

Qin Juan poured the remaining bowl into his bowl, Songman grinned, and began to eat again.

When I was about to finish eating, I suddenly saw many people gathered around the gate of the market not far away.

"Hey, what's that..." Song Man asked curiously, maybe because he was full and didn't want to eat the leftover melons and fruits.

Qin Juan frowned and snorted, "Fox Qiu'er is not good, it's not good to waste things."

Songman said aggrievedly: "But I can't eat anymore."

"It's not because you can't eat, but you want to watch the fun. If you really can't eat, we can sit here for a quarter of an hour and then you can finish the rest of the food. Is this feasible?" Qin Juan didn't even lift his eyelids, calmly Said.

Songman was about to cry: "I used to have leftover food, and Ji Buza didn't talk about me, my brother is bad..."

"I don't care about you in the past, you follow me now, and how precious food is, do you know? In the future, we will live in the west of Hexi, where there will be deserts everywhere like this Xiazhou City, and the melons and fruits there will be as expensive as here , not because of how much money is needed, but because it can’t be grown at all, can you understand, Huqiuer.”

Songman opened his mouth to cry, but Qin Juan pursed his lips: "Don't cry."

Songman wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, for a moment he looked pitiful, the peddlers at the side were a little moved, and wanted to come forward to "persuade a fight", but Qin Juan's eyes scared him away.

He wiped his sweat, he should sell melons and fruits honestly.

Qin Juan really wanted to tell Songman that what awaited them was endless sandstorms, harsh environment, and harsh weather.

Songman burst into tears, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He knew that Brother Qin Juan was doing it for his own good, and he didn't dare to waste it anymore.

It's not that he couldn't finish eating, he was just curious about what happened over there, so many people gathered in just a short while...

Songman realized his mistake, buried himself in eating all the melons and fruits left in the bowl, wiped away his tears and looked at Qin Juan.

Qin Juan was so distressed, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his little head: "Huqiuer, you are the best."

"Woo, brother, Hu Qiuer doesn't want my brother to be angry, and Hu Qiuer will never make you angry again." Songman hugged him and buried his face in his arms.

Qin Juan picked him up and said softly, "I'll take you to the market."

Song Man hugged his neck, at this moment, he only wanted his brother to be by his side forever.

At this moment, he thought it would be a long, long time. He had experienced a deep separation, so he never wanted to experience that kind of pain again. He just wanted to wake up and his relatives were still there.

A few foreigners came to the gate of the market, performing unique skills they had never seen before, so the gate of the market was surrounded by water for a while.

From time to time, bursts of applause could be heard coming from the innermost part.

Even Qin Juan was aroused, and led Song Man to squeeze into the crowd.

"Brother, if you let Hu Qiuer ride your horse, you can see inside!" Song Man said while grabbing the clothes on his chest.

Riding a horse?

It took Qin Juan a while to realize that he had done it before when he was a child, sitting on his father's shoulders, his short legs were supported by his father, and he was pulling his hair in a bun.

It turns out that this is also known as riding a horse...

Qin Juan supported him, and quickly climbed onto his shoulders, which frightened him terribly, and he was relieved when he sat down firmly.

"Brother, if you squeeze further in, Huqiuer will soon see it."

Songman said, Qin Juan squeezed in obediently.

"I see, there is a person lying on a stool with a thick stone slab on his chest, and another person is holding a big hammer..." Songman explained inarticulately.

As soon as Qin Juan heard it, the familiar feeling came back immediately, and he blurted out: "This is a broken boulder in the chest."

In the past, in Jiangzuo, opposite the small bridge, as long as the farmers were slack, people from the entertainment troupe would come to perform, and they could see it at least five or six times a year.

Because there are many merchants there, and there are many people who donate rewards, so hard-working acrobatics are often staged.

It was the same at that time. There were so many people around, it was often difficult for children to squeeze in.

Once you encounter someone with a high reward, the performer will play desperately. Fortunately, at that time, I had never heard of killing people.

At this time, the crowd's voice became louder. It should be a wealthy businessman from Xiazhou City.

Qin Juan couldn't understand what the big businessman said, like a perverted person.

Someone who understood helped translate it, saying that if they can add three big stones, they will be rewarded with a large ingot of horseshoe silver.

When Dashang said this, the onlookers began to have a heated discussion. After all, many people had never seen a large ingot of horseshoe silver in their entire lives.

Standing far away, Qin Juan couldn't see how thick the rocks were used by the performers, but only heard Songman gesturing above his head: "It's a big, big rock, thicker than Ji Buza's thigh."

"..." Qin Juan said that he really didn't know how thick Ji Buza's thighs were.

"My lord, our stones are several times thicker than other art classes. If three pieces are not enough, can we negotiate with two big stones?"

The speaker was a Han Chinese with an accent from the Jiangzuo area.

For some reason, Qin Juan began to push his way into the crowd.

When he squeezed into the front row, he saw the art troupe right in front of him, but...

He suddenly stood here feeling extremely lost, the noise and cheers around him became hollow and pale.

He never thought that one day, he would forget so much.

Come here in a hurry, live hard, but forget, keep picking up, and keep losing.

Life is sea and sea, mountains and rivers.

Finally, also lost, the child from the beginning.

"Why, don't you dare? You may not be able to make money in a year." Da Shang held the horseshoe silver in his hand, and his words were indifferent, which seemed to be a bit optimistic.

Some people in the onlookers also began to boo: "I want to see the three big rocks, so I agree quickly! Do it!"

"Dry!"

Some booed and others responded, even Songman clenched his fists and shouted, "Damn it!"

The temptation of the businessman's horseshoe silver is so great, and the voices of the people watching are so loud, how can the boss of the art class lose his mind.

He looked at the man lying on the bench and gestured with his eyes.

The three boulders were too thick, and the man obviously didn't want to. Besides, if he messed up, he would also damage the art class's own signboard.

The man shook his head, expressing his reluctance.

The boss of the art class seemed a little annoyed, and wanted to earn the 50 taels of silver. After all, they had traveled all over the country and been in small towns, and they had never seen such a wealthy businessman.

The boss went over to speak kindly to the man, speaking in Wu dialect, which even Qin Juan couldn't understand.

Somehow the man agreed, and when the two apprentices from the art class put stones on the man's chest, the surrounding people cheered.

Only the boss of the art class sat on the stool beside him with a serious face, looking at this place with worry.

The big merchant also asked his subordinates to check whether the big stone was real, and after checking, he put the ingot of horseshoe silver on the table not far away to show the sincerity of both of them.

Qin Juan clearly felt that when the second big rock was lifted onto the man's chest by two apprentices, the man could no longer support it.

If they were real acrobat masters with good internal strength, they would go to big cities to perform, so why bother to show off in such a small town...

So Qin Juan has already confirmed at this moment that a man can't bear three big rocks, maybe two are the limit.

When the third boulder pressed up, the blood on the man's cheek retreated for a moment, and then his face became bloodshot again...

Qin Juan's eyes darkened, "No way, I'm afraid it will kill people."

The two apprentices asked the man if he could bear it, but the man didn't speak, and Qin Juan suspected that the man had no strength to speak at all.

The voices of the onlookers overshadowed their conversation, and when the strong man with the sledgehammer came over and swung the hammer in the middle of the audience, the voices became even louder...

The pendulum is also a trick to attract onlookers, even Qin Juan still has an impression when he sees this.

The strong man with the pendulum shortened the time, probably because he knew that the three big stones could crush a person to death just by pressing on his chest...

Might as well end it sooner rather than later.

Qin Juan watched the strong man walk by, and finally he couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted, "This... will kill you."

No one cared about his words, which were quickly drowned out by cheers.

Qin Juan couldn't bear to look any further, when the strong man went down with a hammer, suddenly the stone split open.

Qin Juan's eyes widened. He didn't hear the sound of the hammer going down at all. He believed that many people onlookers were the same as him.

But even so, the cheers could not be covered. It was also at this moment that a small stone rolled from the bench in the audience to his feet. At this moment, he suddenly understood.

For some reason, he felt familiar, he stabilized Song Man and chased after him.

Behind them were the chattering arguments of the businessmen and the art team, as well as the laughter of the onlookers.

The man was riding a horse, and his speed was a bit faster, because the market was noisy and there were so many people that it was easy to cover, Qin Juan did not catch up.

Songman: "Who is brother chasing?"

"I saw a familiar person passing by."

It was too fast, he didn't see it clearly at all, he just felt that the figure was familiar.

When I came back, I passed the bazaar, and the art class was closing the stall. I heard from passers-by that the merchant’s horseshoe silver had still returned to the art class, but many people said that they didn’t see the hammer hit it...

The art class got a bad reputation here and planned to leave overnight.

If this is the case, Qin Juan thought that if he went to find out where the members of the art team were from, would they tell him the truth?After all, no one wants to discredit their hometown in other places.

However, unable to bear it, Qin Juan still stepped forward to ask, speaking in Chinese that he hadn't seen for a long time.

After the age of six, his Chinese characters were taught by the Jurchens, and he took on the accent of the Kingdom of Jin.

The people in the art class seemed to be stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before they said to him: "From Pingjiang Mansion."

Pingjiang Mansion is north of Lin'an Mansion, the capital of the Song Dynasty, and Pingjiang Mansion is a big city, Qin Juan doesn't believe it, or they should come from a small county or village below Pingjiang Mansion.

Qin Juan thought for a while and asked them: "You should have been to many places, do you know Qushui Bridge?"

Not far from his house, there is a small bridge, which is the bridge that often appears in his memory. It seems to be called Qushui Bridge, and it seems to be called Xiaoqu Bridge. He can only remember so much.

The people in the art class shook their heads.

The strong man with the pendulum told him: "Many bridges I have heard have this name, and I don't know which one you are talking about."

Qin Juan looked at him suddenly when he heard it: "On the left side of the river, the bridge is not too big, but the craftsmanship is very good. The bridge deck and the side of the bridge are exquisitely carved flowers..."

He can only remember so much. The reason why he can remember a bridge so deeply is because it is the most beautiful bridge he has ever seen.

The strong man thought for a long time, wishing to scratch his head: "I don't seem to have seen it in my memory...or maybe I have seen it, but I am a rough person and I will not notice the patterns on the bridge surface, and the bridge is just for crossing He, who would look at these things carefully... But Jiangzuo really has a lot of places called Qushui Bridge, if you ask one by one, you can definitely ask, little brother, who are you asking for?"

Qin Juan nodded sharply, his lips were trembling, for some reason, he couldn't even open his mouth for a moment, unable to utter a word.

Lost emotions were about to overwhelm him, and after a long time, when the loose and fleshy palms suddenly pressed against his cheeks, he regained his consciousness.

"Yes, looking for someone... looking for someone important." He replied tremblingly.

Among these people are Qin Gu, grandmother... and himself when he was a baby, and his parents when he was young.

"This is difficult. Let's just talk about Pingjiang Mansion. I know of seven places called Qushui, not to mention Jiangzuo is so big, and there must be more places with Qushui on it. I Advise you, if you can go back to Song Kingdom, you can report to the official in the future, if it is soon, there should be some news in three to five years... In this troubled world, if you lose someone, it will be really difficult." The strong man also felt sorry for him .

"Thank you very much..."

He bowed deeply to the people in the art class.

At least, it is a gift to him to be able to hear a trace of local accent thousands of miles away from Jiangzuo.

He turned and left, but his slender figure looked a bit chilly in this summer day.

Songman turned his head and waved his fat hands at these people.

The group of people froze for a moment, and bowed to him goodbye.

The next day, Qin Juan reappeared in the market with Songman, and the melon and fruit seller told him that the people from the art class had gone west, and that they were going to Xiping Mansion, and that they were saving enough money to go back to Song Dynasty. country.

There are very few boats going back to the Song Kingdom now, but as long as the money is enough, there are still people willing to take the risk.

After staying at the melon and fruit stand for a while, Qin Juan took Songman to find a noodle restaurant. He missed the appointment yesterday, but today he promised Songman to make up for it.

Entering the market, I finally found a noodle shop.

"What are rice noodles? Are they also noodles?"

If Songman hadn't talked about it, Qin Juan would never have noticed that there are rice noodles for sale here.

"Want to eat?" Qin Juan led him in.

"En." Songman nodded, and found a seat to sit after entering.

This noodle shop is very big, with three rooms inside and outside, and there are customers inside and outside.

No wonder there are few noodle restaurants in Xiazhou City. There is such a big noodle restaurant in the market center that attracts all the business.

He called the waiter and ordered two bowls of rice noodles. While waiting, Songman seemed to have noticed the person sitting in the innermost corner...

Songman rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken, and then said to Qin Juan after a long time, "Brother... I seem to have seen that adult named Wanxi..."

When Qin Juan heard this, he followed Songman's gaze abruptly.

Who is the boy in the yellow shirt sitting by the window in the corner, if not Wanxi?

Qin Juan stood up abruptly, followed behind him loosely.

Because Qin Juan's aura was too strong, everyone who saw him gave way to him.

Even Wanxi, who was eating noodles, felt something was wrong and looked over.

With this look, he saw the wolf cub baring his teeth walking towards him.

Wan Xi's first reaction was to run through the window, but then he thought, why is he running?Isn't this a guilty conscience?

Thinking of it this way, he became more calm and composed, unfolded the fan at hand and shook it.

At the moment Qin Juan stood in front of him, he said in a low voice and quickly: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and get out after you finish speaking. I'm out to do business, don't expose it to me."

Qin Juan snorted and looked at Songman, who immediately understood and sat on the bench opposite Wanxi.

Qin Juan patted his head and sat down

Wan Xi's lungs were about to explode, and he wanted to leave, but Qin Juan grabbed his wrist: "It seems that you arrived yesterday, oh, no, it may be earlier."

His voice was soft, but his tone was not very good.

Wan Xi wanted to shake off his hand, but he didn't want to do it too much, which attracted too many people's attention.

It was also at this time that Qin Juan realized that Wanxi had a deep foundation of internal energy, and it turned out that he was pretending to be a civil servant on the surface, but in reality he was not.

It's no wonder that when Nangu rebelled that day, Wanxi broke his offensive with three moves on the street and kidnapped him... He had suspected it at the time, but there was no evidence.

Now it is confirmed that Wanxi's martial arts will not be weak. Yesterday Wanxi could break three big stones with one stone.

Such a powerful character is young, so he should have been cultivated since he was a child, and he is Huhu's senior brother... Is it possible to infer from this that Huhu's kung fu should be comparable to Wanxi's?

Most likely.

"What do you come to Xiazhou for? Don't say that you come to Xiazhou just to break big rocks." His voice was soft, with a bit of carelessness.

Wan Xi took a deep breath, trying not to yell out, this bastard actually noticed him yesterday, it seems that he can't hide his martial arts background.

Wan Xi poured himself a cup of tea with the other hand, took a sip before saying, "Do something."

"Master Wan's matter is definitely not an official business, is it his own business?" Qin Juan raised his eyebrows.

Wan Xi put down the teacup and looked at him, and said in an inaudible voice: "A little boy who cares so much? Don't you even look at your own identity?"

Unexpectedly, Qin Juan let go of him, Wan Xi thought he was afraid, is this little cub capable?

Unexpectedly, there was an extra document in Qin Juan's other hand, he said in a low voice: "My lord, this document is very fake. I just met the lord of Xiazhou not long ago, so why don't you ask me to give this document to him to verify the authenticity?" False?"

Wan Xi looked at the document in his hand, and then at the baggage beside him.

Fuck, when did this dead bastard untie his burden?

"Brother Qin, everything is negotiable..."

"That's not what you called me just now." Wanxi's voice sounded like a mosquito's groan: "Just now I had something wrong and didn't understand the rules..."

"Ah?" Qin Juan tilted his ears.

"Qin Juan, don't go too far!" Wan Xi's teeth itched angrily, wanting to slap the table.

"Well, then why did you forge official documents and leave Dadu to come to Xiazhou? Hmm?" Qin Juan's eyes turned cold.

Wan Xi wanted to reply him: none of your business.

But Qin Juan's next words didn't frighten him so much that he kicked his legs and went straight to the west...

Qin Juan said, "Or do you mean that you know the whereabouts of Boyawu Huhu, and you came all the way to see Huhu?"

The wolf cub narrowed his eyes, taking in all the changes on Wanxi's face.

Wan Xi was indeed frightened, but it was only frightened. How could he be manipulated by a bastard for a person who wanders in the court and the opposition.

You don't want to live anymore, cub, you want to guess everything, aren't you afraid of being silenced?

Wan Xi pursed her lips and smiled: "I came here to ambush the Mongolian army for the Song army, what have I to do with Boya Wuhuhu?"

Qin Juan was stunned, and it was his stunned that Wan Xi snatched the fake document from his hand and picked up his baggage.

Qin Juan rushed to snatch it quickly, but Wan Xi beat him up.

There was a sudden fight in the noodle shop, and the guests ran out.

Qin Juan was afraid that things would go wrong and it would affect the day, so he didn't dare to really fight Wanxi.

After Wan Xi punches Qin Juan a few times, he escapes on horseback through the window.

"Xiao Zongzhong, you are still too young! Soldiers never tire of cheating! Hahaha..."

"Dog thief!"

Qin Juan gritted his teeth and chased after him, but Wan Xi had already disappeared.

Qin Juan and Songman didn't eat rice noodles, but the owner of the noodle shop asked them to pay money and rub the dishes...

When I found it every day, the big one and the young one squatted at the door of the noodle shop to wash dishes for others.

Songman washed his nose and tears, and said he was ashamed...

But the owner of the noodle shop said that money is a trivial matter, the main thing is to let them have a long memory, and they should not destroy it at will.

How dare they go to see the official?

So for the sake of King Dayong's reputation, he had to squat at the door to wash a basin of dishes for others.

"Wuuuuuuu..." Songman cried not because of how tiring the work of washing dishes was, but that he was the young master of Boyawu's family as long as he could remember, and he had never lost such a person.

Those neighbors are watching!How embarrassing!

Looking at the two of them every day, he laughed loudly, and the little wolf cub's cold eyes swept over him, and he finally recovered.

I went to find the owner of the noodle shop every day, but fortunately he was dressed in ordinary clothes and no one could recognize who he was.

It's my son. I'm really sorry to trouble you. "Although he said the words of apology, every day really wanted to laugh, and the corners of Shinobu's mouth were twitching.

The owner of the noodle shop said to him earnestly: "This child must be educated well when he is young. Naturally, you can't bear to educate them. Today I will be the villain and help you educate. Don't worry about this matter. I won't Reporter, don't worry about this."

Dayue felt that the boss was really ignorant of flattery, but he didn't want to make a fuss, so he had to wait in the noodle shop.

Qin Juan finished rubbing a basin of plates and bowls silently, and went to fetch water from a well not far away to wash them before giving up.

The waiter came to check and saw that three of them were broken, all of which were accidentally broken by Song Man. The waiter was about to scold, but Qin Juan told the waiter that he broke it himself.

Qin Juan knew that today Song Man was enough to hurt his self-esteem, it was too much for a child to bear, let alone this young master who was held in the palm of his hand.

Unexpectedly, there was a wave of cursing in the waiter...

After scolding, the waiter went to report to the boss, and finally the boss let them go.

On the way back, Riri looked at Qin Juan and Songman who were sullen, and suddenly said, "Why don't we go to Goulan, I heard that Goulan in Xiazhou is very interesting."

"Goulan? Where is it?"

"It's that kind of place." Yue Yue raised his eyebrows.

It wasn't until the two idiots followed each other into the Goulan Courtyard of Xiazhou City that they finally understood what kind of place that was...

"Beautiful...beautiful sister...I, I can't eat anymore... woo woo woo." Songman was fed by two thirteen or fourteen year old girls with tears in his eyes, and not far away was also fed by a ten-year-old girl. Four or five-year-old girls are feeding wine.

Only Qin Juan sat one or two meters away from them with a cold face."Don't get close to strangers" was written all over his face. Of course, those girls didn't dare to provoke him when they saw that he was wearing a scary mask.

On the stage not far away, there were several men and women singing opera.

Of course, there are also people who come to listen to the opera like them.

It's fine to listen to the opera, but there's no need to call the girl over, right?

This dog is better than...

It's just for someone to come over and feed you some wine and vegetables... Do you have no hands?Qin Juan has cursed dozens of words in his heart.

Every day is pure and just curious, and Songman is even more innocent, thinking that the beauties and sisters are so gentle, he lost his parents when he was born, and has no mother to love him since he was a child. A Niang treats it normally.

Song Mansheng's pink carvings and jade carvings, the girls all like him, and from time to time some girls ask him if he can sing.

Song Man blushed and nodded, and even sang the nursery rhymes on the grassland loudly.

"..." Qin Juan suddenly felt that this bastard is also a fucking seedling who loves one another!

It is said that whoever raised them looks like him!

I really don't know who Songman looks like!

A section of the play was over, but I didn't hear a few words, my mind was filled with the howling of Song Man...

It's strange that the girls are so nice.

The girls retreated, and Riri and Songman stood up in a daze and prepared to go back...

He reeked of alcohol every day, but he got drunk quickly and woke up quickly, standing outside for a while and blowing the wind before he sobered up.

Songman was dizzy, and his short legs were limp, hugging Qin Juan's thigh, wanting to ask him to hug him.

Qin Juan really didn't reach out to hug him this time.

I was puzzled every day: "Don't you like to hug him, why don't you hug him?"

Yue Yue said and bent down: "Huqiuer, your brother Qin won't hug you, daddy will hug you, come on Huqiuer..."

"I don't want you, you are not my father. There is only one father of mine, the Patriarch of the Boyawu clan! There is no father Huhu, Huqiu'er only needs an elder brother." Songman hugged Qin Juan's leg, his face on his. Rubbing hard on the legs, "Brother hug me!"

Qin Juan wished he could kick him to Daze, he smelled like powder all over his body!It can kill him!

It wasn't until Qin Juan sneezed three times that Yue Yue finally understood.

"That's enough, Huqiuer, if you don't go back and wash up today, your brother probably won't hug you again." Riichi was so annoyed that he picked him up directly, "I'm no better than Huhu being your father , that stinky fox will only hide! Go back with me!"

These words were like a stone thrown into Qin Juan's heart lake, and each stone stirred up thousands of waves.

The next day, Riri received a new battle report.

The fighting in the west has stopped, and the Song army has no more movement, and it has probably withdrawn.

What does Song Jun mean?After winning the two attacks, there was no follow-up, and they evacuated?

Immediately after noon, another news came, this time about the Song army attacking the Yangjiao army.

"There are only 500 people in the area. After two victories, the Yangjiao Army lost nearly 800 people." Ayiga said in a deep voice.

This data is actually terrible.

Ji Buza also said: "It's just why they retreated after only two ambushes, and it seems that they only fought for the horned army."

Yue Yue curled his lips into a smile: "I think none of them responded, these two ambushes seem like personal enmity."

Yueyue's explanation made people's eyes suddenly bright, and Ayiga took the lead in agreeing: "I agree with the prince's statement, but the emperor of Song Dynasty would not dare to fight. Who is the leader of the 500 soldiers of the Song Army? As for the Song Army's large battalions, there is no movement of sending troops."

Qin Juan listened earnestly, and he had some clues in his heart. It really shouldn't be the Song Army's way of fighting.

It's just that 500 people attacked more than 1000 people with the courage to attack twice. This kind of lonely bravery is shocking.

He thought that even an old