"Yes. Let's leave tomorrow."

Yan Rou nodded. He was a guest army, so he could leave as long as he said hello and there was no emergency or special situation. Of course, Yan Rou could only take away those people and things that belonged to him, and the soldiers who belonged to the cavalry, as well as the weapons, armor, war horses and other soldiers, and they still had to stay and could not be taken away.

"It's not because of this immortal guy, right?" Gan Feng hummed twice, "If it weren't for the Great Protectorate's order...

Yan Rou shook her head, thought for a while, nodded again, "No, but... I actually wanted to go back to the desert very early... Raise some cattle and sheep, raise some horses... Marry a woman, give birth to some baby and run around the ground... Hahaha...

Yan Rou didn't actually say it all.

In addition to the previous decision, he saw Mr. Zhou like this today, and Yan Rou had no intention of continuing to fight in the Central Plains of Shandong.

What do you think of saving these guys?

Yan Rou owes Liu Yu, and he basically paid it back.

I owe the cavalry, and now I can say that I have paid it back...

But Yan Rou did not owe these gentry gentry in the Central Plains of Shandong at all, so Yan Rou didn't want the so-called "rescue" them at all...

He joined the army, one to repay his kindness, and the other was the force of the Youzhou environment at that time. Now that his benefactor has passed away, the Northern Region is no longer turbulent under the rule of the cavalry. It can almost be said that he has met the standard of "living and working in peace" that Yan Rou hoped that year.

He wanted to go home. Although strictly speaking, he was not from Wuhuan, but after living in Wuhuan for so many years, he had become accustomed to life in the grassland and desert...

Gan Feng stared at the brilliant smile on Yan Rou's face in a daze, and nodded after a while, "It's great... I said, it's great... After you settle down in the desert, you must send someone to bring me a letter. I'll go and drink with you..."

Yan Rou laughed, "Okay! We can drink him in the desert in a dark place! It's a matter of time!"

『One word is certain!』

Although Gan Feng and Yan Rou were not very familiar with each other before, some people are like this. If you are speculating, you don’t need to say anything more...

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On the other side, if you don’t argue with each other, even if you are polite, you will feel uncomfortable.

In front of the Zhou family lobby in the east of Fangcheng, Wei Yan's eyes splashed on the bluestone steps, then swept across the vermilion pillars, looking at the couplets on the pillars, as if sparks of fire were rubbed.

The golden lacquer plaque of "Xi Liu Hall" above the door lintel made Wei Yan squint.

"Please, please sit down!"

Old Mr. Zhou reached out to invite him, but gestured with his eyes and asked the servant to take down the bronze turf. He thought it was the "Major Protector" who came in person, of course he had to perform the ritual of fertile washing. Now, naturally, there is no need.

Wei Yan sat down carelessly, then coughed twice in his throat, spitting out a piece of bloody phlegm, which stuck to the center of the hall, causing Old Langjun Zhou to twitch twice.

Is it intentional?

Not exactly that.

Wei Yan was not completely harmless in the previous battle with Cao Chun, but overall, it was considered a minor injury.

Wei Yan saw the guard standing in the hall. The guard knew it and stepped back, as if he was looking at the scenery, but in fact he was patrolling the surrounding situation.

This is the main hall of Zhou’s family. There is a screen wall in front of the hall, a pool, a corridor behind the hall and a wall.

Old Mr. Zhou looked at the mouth of bloody phlegm that Wei Yan spit out, frowned slightly, and turned his head to scold the servant beside him, "Didn't you see the distinguished guest coming? Why don't you understand the etiquette at all?! Why don't you bring some hot soup and snacks to come!"

'No need!' Wei Yan did not look at the old man Zhou, but turned around and looked around, and suddenly asked, 'Zhou... If the name of the ancestor is effective in this life, how could he suffer from this military disaster? If the name of the ancestor is useless, why should he always keep it on his lips?'

Old Mr. Zhou snorted, "What does the general mean?"

Wei Yan waved his hand, and his eyes suddenly fell on the edge of the pillar beside him, with the inscription "Zhou Gongli of the Third Year of the Yuan Dynasty" on it, which made him suddenly remember many objects that had been dug out in the granaries of Yijing before. Like the inscription in front of him, it engraved with a certain year, a certain work, or a standing, etc.

interesting.

Wei Yan raised his eyebrows, "How much food and grass are there in the city?"

Old Mr. Zhou's hand shivered, and then did not immediately answer Wei Yan's question, but said, "I heard that when the general defeated Cao's thief, he burned half of the food and grass in Cao's camp? Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

Old Mr. Zhou patted his legs, as if he was extremely regretful. "I am incompetent, so I can only disperse my ancestors to widows and widows in the city..."

Old Mr. Zhou pointed to some pottery jars placed on the west side of the main hall, "What a pity, even the Qiansheng, who was originally preparing for the spring festival, has now been scattered to the people in the city..."

"Really?" Wei Yan stared at Old Langjun Zhou and sneered.

Although the outer clothes of Mr. Zhou looked simple, the close-fitting clothes exposed at the collar were made of silk.

Wei Yan stood up and walked to the west side of the main hall. In the screams of Zhou's servants inside and outside the hall, he kicked over the pottery jars.

The pottery jar rolled down and fell to pieces, revealing the dry inner liner inside.

"What a sacred man who was originally preparing for the spring festival!" Wei Yan kicked a pottery jar into the middle of the main hall. "Is it because I just came here today to prepare?! It has been raining for the past two days, and the morning is clear today! Could it be that there is the protection of Zhou Xiliu's spirit, so that it can be kept from water and rain without invading?!"

There was a sudden silence inside the main hall.

Old Mr. Zhou was stunned for a while and suddenly blew the ground and cried: "General's clarification! I'm scattering all my family's wealth only for the living people... This pottery jar was not originally placed here, but I'm moving it over today... But I'm really spending all my family's wealth...

Wei Yan sneered, walked back, sat down again with a golden sword, and slapped the scabbard heavily on the table.

The blood stains and mud on the scabbard were scattered, bringing out some smell of the yellow spring, which made the old man Zhou's face turn a little white, making the old man Zhou suddenly realize that Wei Yan was a evil star that cut off Cao Chun's head...

The old man Zhou thought it was because of a humble attitude when he was a cavalryman. As a result, he heard that it was the nameless Wei Yan, and the Wuhuan general Yan Rou, and Gan Feng, a military academy under the Northern Region Protectorate, immediately made a statement, saying that his ancestors were descendants of Zhou Yafu, and he was a family that had been passed down for a hundred years, which was also his habitual behavior.

This has been the case in the Central Plains of Shandong in the past two hundred years.

When we meet, we will first put out the family tree. Who is my father, who is who I am, is more effective than who I am.

Then when I saw that everyone was in the same yard... Oh, in the same circle, so naturally I just had to go up and down to listen to whoever listened to...

But now, Wei Yan kicked the pottery jar open, revealing the emptiness inside.

"I'll ask you, what would happen if Cao's army captured Fangcheng? How did the people inside and outside this Fangcheng end? Why did you get to a certain place where you can have a Zhou Gong on the left and a Xiliu descendant on the right?"

Old Mr. Zhou's white head hit the blue bricks heavily: "General! These are all forced by Cao's thieves..."

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the main hall, but Wei Yan's guards led some people to smash the warehouse cellar in Zhou's backyard.

When Wei Yan's guard carried several bags of corn into the courtyard, the servants raised by Zhou finally couldn't help but feel it. A fierce servant with a tattoo on his forehead touched the knife around his waist, and the arm was cut off by Wei Yan's guard who had been prepared...

"What a descendant of Duke Zhou who is in love with the world! What a disciplined descendant of Xiaoliu!"
Chapter completed!