Northern Xinjiang is particularly vibrant in summer.

Yue Er came out to show off early in the morning. His younger son Yue San has gradually grown up and is now able to work independently. But Yue Er plans to send him to school.

"I don't read!"

Yue San's biggest hobby is setting up a stall and interacting with people of all kinds every day.

"What are you going to do if you don't study? Look at your brother. It is said in school that they can become officials after they come out."

The old Yue family is going to have an official, which makes Yue Er very excited.

But in fact he is just a minor official.

And it's just a plan.

Put the cloth roll by roll on the chopping board, sweep the dust a few times, and work together. The next step is to wait and see.

Yue San sat down with his back to the stall, holding half a piece of cake in his hand and eating it slowly.

Yue Er was sitting lazily on the edge. At this time, a woman came over and said, "Yue Er."

"What's the matter?"

Yue Er recognized this person as a matchmaker.

The woman held a piece of cloth in her hand and saw many patches.

"Bainiyi! Which child is it for?"

"The Duke has given birth to a baby, and we are giving gifts. The Duke has strictly forbidden us to accept them. So, I thought of this way, and got a hundred-pin garment to keep Erlangjun safe."

"Good thing, San." Yue Er patted his son, and Yue San turned around, "I'll take it back and sew it for my mother-in-law!"

The woman smiled and said, "What a smart boy."

Yue San trotted back with a hundred-year-old coat. The woman sat down and said, "How is your boss?"

"Everyone in school said yes!" Yue Er beamed with joy at the mention of his eldest son.

"Look at you, you've managed to get over it now."

"It's all the blessing of the Duke. I gave some to me."

"It's good that you can remember feelings. Someone said recently! They said that seeing the Duke in this state, I'm afraid he won't be on good terms with Chang'an."

"So what if we can't be kind?" Yue Er sneered, "Those nobles in Chang'an are just like dogs. The prince is working hard in northern Xinjiang, but they are pointing fingers."

The woman lowered her voice, "I heard that someone wants to rebel against Duke Yan!"

"That's ridiculous!" Yue Er was angry, "The Duke has already said that he will live up to the Tang Dynasty in this life. We don't know what those people are thinking about sizing us up. They just want to throw a shit basin at the Imperial Palace!"

"So! I just want to get a hundred-year-old coat, so that those people can see it. We, the common people, stand on the side of the Duke!"

Yue Er said, "You are a bit too young."

"did you mean?"

"Look at me!"

When the younger son came back, Yue Er told him to keep an eye on the stall and went to find some old guys at home.

Before long, a trend spontaneously formed in the city.

Hundreds of garments are being sewn everywhere.

When I asked, they all said it was for Erlangjun of the Duke's family.

A thoughtful person thought about the people involved and felt that even a giant could wear this hundred-year-old garment.

On the day when Bai Nie Yi was finished, Xu Qin entered Taoxian County.

"What are you doing in Northern Xinjiang?"

The sergeant asked while looking at his road guide.

Xu Qin said, "Come and join the army!"

"Oh! Why did you come to Northern Xinjiang from Chang'an to join the army?" the sergeant looked at him.

"Just because we can kill enemies here!" Xu Qin was a little tired.

"There are so many people coming to northern Xinjiang to join the army. It's hard to say whether they can get in!" The sergeant first sounded the alarm for him.

Xu Qin said calmly, "I'm not worried about this."

The sergeant smiled and said, "You are still confident. So, go ahead!"

He arrived all the way outside the military camp and was greeted by someone.

After a test, Xu Qin's fists, feet, swords and guns were all good, but the general who received him said: "You can join the army, starting as a sergeant."

"Start as a sergeant?"

You have to be a brigade marshal at least, right?

Xu Qin boasted that he was proficient with swords and guns, and also had some cultivation. He had been thinking about it all the way, thinking that if he was less of a brigade commander, he might be able to make further progress.

What I didn't expect was that it was a sergeant.

He said angrily, "Am I not qualified to be a brigade commander because of my cultivation?"

The general said, "The army has its own system, and it is a good thing to have good cultivation, but the army values ​​synergy more."

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Yong, you don’t like it?

"Farewell!"

There is no place for me to stay here, I have my own place to stay!

The general nodded, "It's easy to say. If you don't have travel expenses, you can apply for some."

This is the goodwill of Northern Xinjiang.

"No need!"

Xu Qin brought a lot of money.

He walked out of the military camp, with huge shouts behind him.

"kill!"

He turned around and took a look and sneered, "I'm going to southern Xinjiang!"

He went out with his baggage on his back. Just as he was about to go to the city gate, he saw a group of people carrying something, which was very lively.

"Where are you going?" a passerby asked.

The leading woman looked beaming with joy, waving her handkerchief, "Go to the Duke's house to give you a hundred-year-old coat!"

"Baini Yi?" Xu Qin looked at the huge Bai Ni Yi and covered his forehead, "Who can wear this?"

Passers-by laughed and said, "When you get such a big robe, I'm afraid the Duke's Erlang won't be able to wear it even if he grows into a giant, hahahaha!"

Xu Qin couldn't help but smile.

"Let's go and join in the fun together!" the woman shouted.

"Okay, let's go together!"

Xu Qin's original boss was a noble man, his ancestor was a founding general, and he was awarded a title for his meritorious service. It had been passed down for many years, but his martial arts skills had long since disappeared, and the whole family was obsessed with money.

These veteran nobles may seem noble, but they have long been marginalized. In order to maintain their status, Xu Qin's boss chose to take sides.

Last time, he sent Xu Qin to inquire about news about Northern Xinjiang. Outside Chang'an City, Xu Qin saw the soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army who had reported victory. His heroic posture moved him.

Thinking again about the proprietor's stubbornness, he impulsively decided to come to Northern Xinjiang to join the army.

Creatures like Xungui love face and ostentation most. No one can stay outside the gate except guests. As for the common people, anyone who dares to rest outside the gate will be scolded by the disciples.

It stands to reason that the Duke of Qin is much more noble than his boss, and he holds real power. The two are not on the same level.

But looking at the intentions of these people, they can actually go to the Yang family?

Follow along and check it out!

Xu Qin's heart moved, so he followed behind him, hoping to see who the Duke of Qin was, who could actually defeat Beiliao.

He followed, and the team grew larger and larger. When they reached the entrance of the alley, a guard appeared.

"What is this for?"

"A hundred-year-old robe for the second husband of the Duke's family!" the woman said with a smile.

The guard looked at this huge robe with black lines all over his head and said, "Wait!"

Are you really going to report it?

Xu Qin was from Chang'an, so he naturally had a sense of superiority over northern Xinjiang.

Even if you want to mingle, there is no need to do this, right?

At most, a steward can be sent to pick him up, and then he can say a few nice words and be done with it.
To be continued...