v4 Chapter 111： To Taiyuan City (second more)

Consistently, this obviously ridiculously expensive price fell on the middle-aged man's ears, but he did not see any reaction. Soon, he took out his usual money and put it on the table.

Xu Xunzi collected the money at his fingertips, drew it into his pocket, and moved faster than when he drank.

Looking at the consistent money disappearing in front of him, the young man suddenly felt very unhappy. Consistently money, the people in this town worked hard for a year, and may not be able to save so much money in the end, but the nerd in front of him, without frowning, took it out.

This is no longer stupid, it is completely unaware of the sufferings of the world. Such scholars are useless apart from their origins. Of course, it was useless before he and Xu Xuzi talked about national affairs, but he did not react at all.

The most important thing is that after he said the enthusiastic remarks of the two generations of An Wang, the other party still only cared about himself. The young man dare to guarantee that even ordinary farmers in the town would not know a single character, and would not be indifferent to hearing the stories of the two generations of An Wang.

So young people are upset.

He slanted the middle-aged man and snorted from his nose. "Sir is a scholar?"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised by this sudden question, but he answered quickly: "Reluctantly."

The young man's jaw was raised even higher, aggressively: "Since he is a scholar, he should be born with care, and he has the world. I wonder if you know the battle of Taiyuan City? How do you think about this war? Which side do you think will win?

The middle-aged man with silver-grey hair smiled lightly, and his temperament was still easy-going, but when he said it, he was quite certain: "Pinglu Army will win."

"Pinglu army will win?"

The young man laughed and looked at the eyes of the middle-aged man. He had already put on a strong disdain. "Do you know the situation in Taiyuan City, you dare to talk nonsense? If I were a court minister, I should let you do this. The pedantic scholars all went to the battlefield to kill, so that you know what awesome is, not that you have everything to say! "

Clinker, the middle-aged man nodded slightly: "I'm going to Taiyuan City."

The young man froze, then sneered and ridiculed: "Go to death?"

The middle-aged man smiled casually, didn't mind, but stopped talking to the young people and turned away from the shed.

"Sir stay."

At this moment, Xu Xunzi suddenly stood up. He looked so stunned that he didn't know when the cigarette was stolen. Looking at the middle-aged man, Shen Sheng asked: "Sir, I do n’t know. ? "

The young man snorted, saying that he knew a fart.

But the middle-aged man said, "I know it."

"Then why isn't Mr. Half a" No "?" Xu Aozi asked.

The middle-aged man smiled, "If I don't give it, presumably this posterity will overpower others with power, right?"

The afterlife in his mouth naturally refers to the young man.

The burly young man sank down.

The middle-aged man is right. He didn't do much of this. In fact, he just hurried over when he saw the middle-aged man entering the store. He has long been optimistic that this scholar who is elegant and weak is the object of their slaughter.

It's just that the other side is very good, so he didn't take any action.

It was such a thing, but the young man was extremely displeased when the middle-aged man said in his face "pressing people with power, pressing people with power." He didn't look well. He took a step closer to the middle-aged man and spoke.

Xu Xunzi motioned him not to move, and rushed to speak: "So now, does the sir need to pay back the extra money?"

The young man froze and wondered why Xu Xunzi asked so. Looking at Xu Xunzi's appearance, if the middle-aged man replied, he seems to really discuss this matter, which is not in line with his usual style.

But the middle-aged man's answer once again exceeded the expectations of the young man. He said, "If I will return, I will not give it."

"Don't you give it ?!" The young man finally couldn't stand the middle-aged man's display, and his uneasy appearance always made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Xu Xunzi ignored the young man, but continued to ask the middle-aged man, his voice became more and more low: "Why do you pay so much?"

The middle-aged man said: "If I look right, the old man was a veteran in the army, went to the battlefield, and killed many people. In Hedong, wars are mostly in the north.

To him, this is not difficult to see, and Xu Xunzi's killing spirit has not disappeared till now.

He continued: "The old man's legs and feet are inconvenient, and he should have left the military after being injured. The old man once fought for the country, was bleeding and disabled, and has made great contributions to the country. He should have been supported by the country. It is also a sin of the country to keep this wine shed ... It is a national sin to not let the heroes live in glory, enjoy the joy of heaven, and be respected by the world. "

He sighed a little: "There is no **** frontier for the elderly. I am afraid that Datang will not be a country, and this little consistent money is nothing."

Xu Yanzi was there. His hands trembled and his eyes became red.

As the middle-aged man said, he once guarded the border gate, fought **** battlefields, died nine lives, and was scarred. The best years of his life were dedicated to the bitter cold border gate.

Once injured, his legs and feet were broken, and he withdrew from the border and left it to the rest of his life, except for a small amount of money from the army.

glory?

No.

Well-clothed? It does not exist.

Because of the inconvenience of movement, the silver money given by the army was spent in the first few years. The next two decades are the hard years. No one cares about his glory, no one remembers his achievements, and no one regards him as a hero. Everyone's mind is chasing self-interest.

This is the way of the world.

Dragging his stump, in this country where he fought bloody, he struggled to survive, endured hardships and suffered humiliation. In the end, life let him lose those glories that he had seen more than life.

Twenty years later, he has become a cunning man. He opened a wine shed, but he was always thinking about calculating the alcoholic and getting more wine. For this reason, sometimes even the young people next to them do something to oppress others.

He had to be so. If not, in a few years, when his old cold legs become more inconvenient and he can't work, he can only starve to death.

The state did not let him enjoy his old age, he had to save more for himself.

This is his sister-in-law Xu.

He is foolish, he is deceitful, he is good at money, and he is misbehaving. But he did not kill anyone.

But today, he was told that he was a hero. Even someone remembers him as a hero!

He himself forgot. When you endured loneliness in a house with wind and rain, you have forgotten it.

But the man even said that the state's failure to support them was a state sin.

For more than two decades, Xu Xunzi, who has never been understood this way, has red eyes.

The youngsters were also there. He did not expect that the middle-aged man who was extremely unbearable in his eyes could say such a thing.

The middle-aged man saluted Xu Xunzi, left a word, and turned away.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man, he drifted away in the official path, returned to Xu Xunzi, and slowly sat down again. He smoked a cigarette, his movements were trembling, and he said in a half-sound: "This gentleman, not simple."

He had a bad eye and had doubted this for a long time, otherwise there would have been no dialogue.

The young man was not so convinced. He sat down at the table and cocked his legs: "Even if he can see that you were a frontier, what does that say? He said he was going to Taiyuan City, and he was going to Taiyuan City. What did he do? Send him to death? He also said that the Pinglu army would win, but the Pinglu army would soon collapse, and no one could save it. Could he save it? Who was he? An Wang? Laughing!

Xu Yanzi didn't speak. Just care about smoking.

After a long time, the cigarette was finished, and at this time, the middle-aged man had walked in front of the town. Putting down the cigarette rod, Xu Xunzi said, "If he doesn't give you extra money, let you do something with him, I'm afraid it's you who lose."

The young man immediately blew his hair: "I'm losing money? How is this possible! He is a weak scholar and doesn't even have aura fluctuations. How can he win me?"

Xu Xunzi chuckled: "You guy who hasn't practiced Qi yet, you have to conceal your Reiki induction, even a wizard can do it."

The young man sneered, "He's a gas warrior? Fart!"

His voice didn't fall, his eyes suddenly changed.

He immediately stood up.

Even Xu Xunzi stood up.

A group of cavalry, about two dozen people, ran from the official road and rushed to the town. After hearing the call of the chief general, all the people in the town changed color, and all of them started to run home.

"It's the king's skin! This dog is here to collect food again. He just came last month!" The young man gritted his teeth.

This is the soldier of the county seat.

The Hedong War did not last long, and the grain reserves of the prefectures and Taiyuan City were far from exhausted, but at this time, some officials began to force the people's food under the guise of war.

Part of this food will be turned in, and the other part will be left behind.

After handing in some grain, the state capital and Taiyuan will not blame them. They took the initiative to collect food for the army, and they will be praised. After all, this shows their loyalty. The part of the grain left behind became their private property.

Of course, this cannot be done in peacetime, but during the war, things are complicated, the order is chaotic, and everything serves the war. Many places can't take care of it, and the officials can take advantage of it.

This is the wealth of war.

The young man filled with indignation: "Last time, the king scraped the skin, and the surplus food of our towns and families was basically collected. This time, they returned. Isn't this asking us to sell iron?"

Xu Xunzi was equally angry, but he was helpless. In the face of regular cavalry, what can he do if he is an old, **** who has retired from the army for more than 20 years?

He sighed, "I'm afraid I'm going to kill some people this time. I heard that when Wang Paipi came back last time, I saw the little lady of Xu Mazi's family. I'm afraid this time ..."

Xu Xunzi has experience in this kind of thing, because he has experienced it today.

The young man's blood surged up: "This beast! The little lady of the Xu family is not in her old age! I'll fight with them!"

Xu Xunzi quickly grabbed him: "You can't fight!"

The young man broke free of Xu Xunzi, like an angry leopard, and had no sense at all, "You can't fight but you have to fight! As long as you can kill the king's skin, it's a big deal to get into the mountain forest and be a thief!"

There are so many pirates in troubled times, which may not be one of the reasons.

Xu Xunzi couldn't hold the young man, watching the other man run out, his eyes filled with despair. He was very clear that Wang Bapi had the practice of training one layer of energy, which was not something that young people could deal with. This time, young people are more fierce.

The young man and Xu Xunzi had a lot of past guests. He was not a pure person, but in the view of Xu Xunzi, who had no child, the parents were gone in their early teens. The young man who survived was no different from his half son.

He often accompanied him with this bad-tempered old man and made him not so lonely. In the past few years, he was drunk and injured several times. It was the young man who carried him back home. When he was sick and had no money to catch medicine, It was also that the other party risked being spotted by the wolf tiger leopard, and went up the mountain to collect medicine to treat him.

Neither of them are good people, nor are they big men, but they have their own joys and sorrows, and their own stories.

Watching the young man rushing out like crazy, Xu Xunzi was like seeing on the battlefield, rushing to the same robe of the enemy army alone. They were destined to go back and there was nothing he could do.

In the past, he fought against the barbarians outside the Great Wall for this country. Now, in this country, his relatives and friends are dying in the hands of the brutal and cold-blooded army.

Xu Xunzi was full of sadness, only felt that the sky was turning, his legs could no longer stand.

But he did not fall down.

Because the young man stopped without rushing to the cavalry.

Xu Xunzi froze.

The young man opened his mouth wide with a **** look.

The twenty cavalrymen in the county town were now rushing to the middle-aged man with silver hair.