Chapter 158: Farewell to the Third Brother

Chapter 158

After obtaining consent, the little miss pulled Fang Heng to East Street, and bought him one piece of clothing after another, and one pair of shoes after another.

"It's unnecessary, Jiang Sheng," Fang Heng said with a wry smile. "I'm going to the northern border to be a soldier, not to go sightseeing."

Just bring a simple package. How could he carry a whole cart of luggage?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Sheng put down the fine cotton changpao robe, and pulled him to the antique shop on East Street. Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

Although it was called an antique shop, they were actually just making old new items. There was no antiquity at all, and there was still dust and mud stains on them.

Fang Heng was just about to try to persuade her again.

Jiang Sheng picked out a heart-protecting mirror from inside, and solemnly said, "I saw in storybooks that the male protagonist is often saved by a heart-protecting mirror at critical moments. Third brother, you should also take it with you. Jiang Sheng and the mirror will protect you together."

Fang Heng was startled, and reached out to take it. He looked at it again and again.

Since it was his sister's blessing, he accepted it.

But when he turned his head to ask the price, the antique shop owner stretched out his hand, "500 taels."

Little Jiang Sheng suddenly widened her eyes.

It was too obvious to take advantage of the situation. Fortunately, she didn't come alone.

Jiang Sheng stuck her head out and called out, "Second brother!"

Big-mouthed Zheng Er Ye walked in shaking his fan.

After a bout of verbal sparring, they got it for five taels of silver.

Jiang Sheng happily paid the money and stuffed the copper mirror into her third brother's arms.

Then she looked at the antique shop owner next to her, who was already rolling his eyes, "Everyone, walk slowly, no need to see you off..."

On this New Year's Eve, the Jiang siblings turned Anshui Prefecture upside down.

They found all kinds of strange and bizarre things that could protect Fang Heng and keep him safe, such as the heart-protecting mirror, peace charms, and peace amulets.

In the evening, Zhang Xianglian brought over plates of dumplings, fish meatballs stewed in elbows, and put them all in front of Fang Heng, saying tenderly, "Good child, the border is bitterly cold, you must not be able to eat these things. Eat more, eat more."

There was another rich family setting off fireworks.

After the siblings had eaten, they stood shoulder to shoulder in the yard, looking up at the colorful sky.

Amid the sound of firecrackers, Xu Mo asked softly, "Have you decided who to take with you?"

Fang Heng could hardly fit it all in his arms, helplessly thanking them.

When everyone turned their heads, he stuffed the silver notes and most of the broken silver into Jiang Sheng's arms, instructing her, "The borderlands are bitterly cold, nothing can be bought. I'm keeping some broken silver which is enough. You keep the rest for third brother."

Jiang Sheng nodded seriously. "Keeping it for third brother to get a wife."

When everything was packed up, Jiang Yi brought over a fiery red-maned horse.

Back then, this horse had been snatched from the hands of the officials. Later they found a horse dealer to legitimize it, and officially put it under Fang Heng's name.

He still remembered the saddle on the horse's back had cost a full tael of silver from Zheng Ruqian, leaving him stunned for a long time.

Now they had many, many taels of silver. They could afford more expensive horses and saddles, but Fang Heng was leaving.

No one knew who suddenly became solemn, and who was softly sobbing.

The atmosphere of suppressed separation that they had endured for a long time finally shrouded the courtyard.

Fang Heng was at a loss, not knowing who to comfort. He could only get on the horse and look at his beloved family.

"Wait for me to come back," he was about to say.

Suddenly in the distance came the sound of a carriage, followed by Bian Wenxuan's cursing and yelling, "Damn brat, damn brat, leaving without a word. Hey, you haven't gotten your annual allowance yet!"

A exquisite purse was thrown over. Fang Heng caught it with one hand. Squeezing the fifty taels of gold inside, he finally asked the question that had been swirling in his heart.

"Master Bian, may I ask why my aunt never bids me farewell, but always has you bring it over instead?"

Bian Wenxuan faltered.

He struggled to compose his words, and said euphemistically, "She is not very convenient at the moment. Wait until you and I have the ability, then you can meet."

Fang Heng nodded slightly, looked at his family members again, turned his horse around, and galloped toward the distance.

The six servants sat in the carriage, following closely behind.

They moved mountains, they harbored hopes, they went unhesitatingly.

After galloping for countless miles, passing through countless cities, Fang Heng savored Bian Wenxuan's words in his heart again, and suddenly pulled the reins to stop.

"Young master, what's wrong?" Jiang Yi stuck his head out of the carriage.

Fang Heng's expression was plain, but his heart was churning.

He thought, he understood his aunt's circumstances now.