"This is not like a lady from a family!"

Yang Xin stood on the deck and looked at Miss Wang lying at the window on the boat in front of the right.

The latter glared at him.

This is Wang Keshou's granddaughter, who came from Huangmei, Huguang. He looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was a young and beautiful girl. He was pretty and cute, but he was a little stupid and cute. She only had an old housekeeper and six armed slaves, one old woman, two maids. They had been walking for three months and had embarked on this long itinerary since the beginning of spring. The little girl who was about to reach her destination looked happy. The fall of yesterday did not cause any psychological shadow on her. However, what surprised Yang Xin was that she could not see any feudal ethics in her body. She often jumped out of her cabin along the way, like a happy little sparrow...

"What does a lady look like in a family?"

Huang Ying said in a chilling tone.

"Uh, shouldn't it be that the door is not leaving the door, and the smile is not showing its teeth and walks swaying. Usually, I use a support to repair flowers and birds. I occasionally raise my head and cough twice at the leaves falling on my head, sighing and saying "Who can I pity you if you have any red fragrance?"

Yang Xin said.

In the latter sentence, he pretended to be a sad gesture and sang it in the opera tune, which made Huang Ying immediately change into a bright smile.

"This really looks a bit like it!"

Huang Zhen said with a smile.

"However, the southerners, especially along the Yangtze River, such as the Yingtian area, women from wealthy families are not so polite and have shown up more often. However, the northern families have stricter rules, but it is still a bit too much to say that the gate will not go out of the second gate. As for Mr. Wang, a disciple of Li Zhi who was arrested and imprisoned for promoting heresy, they were particularly indifferent to this etiquette. Miss Wang should have such family style."

He continued.

"Li Zhi's disciple?"

Yang Xin was stunned.

He really didn't expect that Li Zhi's disciple could become such a high-ranking official.

"Yes, Li Zhi's disciple, the monument of Li Zhi's tomb in Tongzhou was erected by Mr. Wang."

Huang Zhen nodded and said.

"Boss Huang is really omniscient!"

Yang Xinyong looked at Huang Zhen with a very meaningful look.

"Call uncle!"

Huang Ying said dissatisfiedly.

"Uncle Huang is really omniscient!"

Yang Xin changed his words immediately after following the stern.

"You young people have never seen the grand occasion of Li Zhi's lectures back then. The prime minister was far from reaching the patrol. When he started his lecture, there was no difference between scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. Men, women, young and old, they all gathered like worshiping Buddha. Not only Wang Shilang, but many officials and nobles were taught by the masters. However, what he said was quite reasonable, but he was too rebellious and deviant. As a result, he was arrested and imprisoned by the Ministry of Rites for promoting heresy, and he snatched his razor and wiped his neck. Since his death, few people have dared to publicly preach these things in recent years. The rules are all ruled, but the Ming Dynasty is like a stagnant pool."

Huang Zhen sighed.

Obviously this is also a person with a story.

Miss Wang in front was still lying at the window and looking at them curiously...

"A laughter in the sea, the tide on both sides of the strait..."

Yang Xin suddenly sang loudly.

And it's the original Cantonese version.

The father and daughter of Huang Zhen turned their heads in shock, and looked at him as if they were crazy. The old housekeeper opposite also turned his head in surprise, but it was obvious that they did not understand Cantonese and were all confused. As Yang Xin's Cantonese singing, the two ships rode forward in front of the wind, and on both sides of them, merchant ships, shallow canal ships and small stripping ships, and even yellow ships specially transporting cargo for the palace were also rode forward in front of the wind...

The next day, Yang Xin couldn't sing it.

The wind has stopped!

Yangcun Post.

"Everything is in charge, let the women prepare to avoid it!"

Huang Zhen said, looking at the almost motionless flag.

The old butler nodded, then walked into the cabin, and Yang Xinyong looked at Huang Ying with confusion.

"The boaters don't wear clothes!"

The latter said.

After saying that, she climbed into her boudoir.

Huang Zhen greeted Yang Xin, and the old housekeeper also came out at this time. The three of them went ashore together. The old housekeeper directly looked for the Yicheng, and the latter immediately took him to a boatman village. It was said that it was a village, but in fact it was countless shacks. This type of small village was like shanty towns, almost all over the canals from Yang Village to Tongzhou. This canal had no tides at all, and it was against the current. Unless you were lucky enough to encounter a good wind, you had to rely on boatman. The entire section of 100,000 boatman was theoretically managed by the garrison, but in fact it was just a gathering of refugees from all over the country.

But these boatmen have no chance of prosperity.

"This is so poor!"

Yang Xin sighed sincerely.

Among the shacks made of rotten wood and dead grass and all the rags that could be found, the ragged women held their skinny children, stepped on the flow of sewage, and looked at them with numb eyes.

And those men are really naked.

They just tied a piece of rag on their waist to block the front, but there was no cover at all at the back. Their profession and income determined that wearing clothes was luxurious. However, these people were very strong, with muscles all over their bodies, but not the kind of muscles trained from the gym, but they would not be very prominent, but they felt like iron. No one stood straight, and they all had a slightly hunched back, carrying a slim bow, which was a wood similar to a small shoulder pole, to prevent the rope from getting worn out. Everyone's faces were covered with the darkness of life being severely overdrawn. What they were doing was the most hopeless occupation, and life was a day after day for them.

Living is just to live.

It was like a group of walking corpses repeating each day mechanically.

"In the past few years, there were famines in Shandong. Many hungry people ran along the canal to seek life. If this trainer doesn't have enough life, it will naturally be more painful."

Huang Zhen said.

“What should I do in winter?”

Yang Xin asked.

"Hold on, save more during the river opening. In winter, drink porridge and hold on. If you can't stand it, you will starve to death. The court will also give you some relief. After all, if the boatmen starve to death, they will be short of people next year. But don't expect too much, just try to starve to death as little as possible. In short, it will not affect the transportation of the canal next year. After all, life is a life-threatening thing, and we are the same. They live a harder life, but the better life is to keep our heads on our trousers when eating meat and drinking.

They are all their own lives!"

Huang Zhen patted his shoulder and said.

"My destiny is up to me, not to God!"

Yang Xin suddenly said something.

"Well?"

Huang Zhen was confused.

"Can you make me feel bored!"

Yang Xin said with a smile.

This is a cruel law of nature.

If the boatman has too much money, he will starve a group of people to death in winter, or seek other ways to survive. Then, if the people in the next year make more money, new refugees will join and continue the previous process.

Just like the wild beasts on the African grasslands.

They don’t need to negotiate prices, so the postmaster will almost treat the old butler as his ancestor. Yangcun Yi is also under the jurisdiction of Wang Kesu. The postmaster is just an official who doesn’t even have a grade. Although the old butler is just a butler, someone who can be entrusted with such an important task by the master must be his confidant.

This must be served by our ancestors.

Although Wang Keshou certainly would not remember his flattery because of this little thing.

but……

But he is just a slut!

Soon he brought a dozen boatmen with a bowed bow. The middle-aged man in the lead could not be very pleasant. It was obvious that the Yicheng did not give them the right price. In fact, it was hard to say whether he would give it or not. Yicheng was indeed the Sesame Officer, and he was not the chief official here. In fact, there were Guanhe Director and the inspector here, but it was easy for him to clean up these boatmen. However, their job was not tiring. Although the Wang family was a big ship, they only pulled a very small amount of goods. Otherwise, they would not be able to enter the river section above Yangcun. Huangzhen had a small shallow boat with a weight very light.

These are not those canal ships.

Even the latter is full of hundreds of stones of grain, and when encountering shallow water, it is purely driven by a boatman. The water level in the upper reaches of the North Canal is very shallow, and there are often silted shallows, otherwise there would not be so many shallow paves.

After solving the problem of boatman, Yang Xin and his party quickly returned to the station.

But as soon as they arrived at the gate of the post station, more than ten cavalry came in front of them and were headed by an official in a green robe. Just as these people were taking the horses, the postmaster's face changed and he quickly stepped forward and bowed to salute...

"Han Xin, the head of Yangcun, met Shangguan!"

He said.

The old housekeeper and Huang Zhen followed suit, and Yang Xin also followed suit, but unlike others, he bowed his head, he raised his head and looked at each other with no respect.

The official did not look at the postmaster, but turned his gaze to Yang Xin.

Yang Xin looked at him calmly.

He doesn't know this person.

The official had a bird on the tonic on his chest, which means he was a civil servant. The shape of the bird looked like a white pheasant, with red beak and red legs, spreading his wings and dragging his long tail. However, Yang Xin did not know much about this thing, and he did not know the meaning of this tonic.

The official suddenly smiled...

"Take it!"

He pointed at Yang Xin with a horse whip.

More than a dozen soldiers who had dismounted behind him rushed forward.

Yang Xin, who reacted very quickly, jumped up without hesitation, then stepped on the old waist of Yicheng who was arched into a shrimp in front, and jumped up again amid the latter's sad voice. He was lifted to three meters high twice, almost pounced at the official in the air. The cold light beside the latter's side flashed with a sword and was immediately unsheathed, but it was a little late. Yang Xin in the air poked out his right hand like lightning and grabbed his wrist holding the sword. He pressed down immediately when he wiped the horse's body and landed on the ground. Then he bounced up for the third time, pulling the latter's wrist behind him, and at the same time lifted the sword up and crossed his neck.

The screams rang out.

The soldiers were in chaos, the postmaster lay on the ground and continued to wail, while Huang Zhen and the old housekeeper screamed and retreated...

"Do you know what you are doing?"

The official looked at the blade in front of his neck calmly, and then sneered without changing his expression.

"Well, this official, what's the name of this white pheasant on your chest?"

Yang Xin humbly asked for advice.

"This is a white squid, which means a fifth-rank civil servant. He is the chief of Dali Temple and the censor of Henan Road Supervisor Xiong Tingbi, who is ordered to come to the capital to see him. Aren't you afraid of this action to kill the nine clans?"
Chapter completed!