Aside from the sound of firecrackers, Ye Zhoushan and his group passed through the dense forest on the border and hid on both sides of the mountain road.
They are the secret guards and only need to provide support in the dark.
The person in charge of the secret guard team is Zhong Hong.
Gu Mingfeng is the team leader.
Ye Zhoushan is in Gu Mingfeng's team.
"Team one, check the surrounding situation, team two, plan the route, team three, be on alert, team four, pay attention to the news from the Ming Guards."
"yes."
A group of people, each doing their own job.
Gu Mingfeng is in the third team, and Ye Zhoushan is responsible for vigilance with them.
However, he is just a bystander and has no practical effect.
"Does Fuman know why the master is so depressed?"
"Be careful with him. He has something to do with me anyway."
Especially the dumplings, big gold locks, and big silver bracelets that were highly recommended by the old man, several of them were broken.
Then he asked Fuman to coax the grandfather to eat something.
Gu Mingfeng remained silent. Although what he said was the truth, it still hurt his heart inexplicably.
The old man was in such a bad mood that he didn't even have dinner and stayed in the study the whole time, even hugging Tuanzi.
It’s about giving up and gaining, not about reacting.
"I know, I know. I never thought that Bage could be with Guan and Rong Penggang, who are brothers. I'm not close to that guy."
"Have you ever thought about following your path, my eldest son? I don't have my own path."
"Have you forgotten where you were born?"
Yao Susu stopped me and said, "Don't go. Fuman has brought him with him. If he goes, it will only upset the old man."
Leaning against the crooked tree, he sighed.
Ye Zhoushan curled his lips and smiled.
The short woman held up her eldest grandson and said, "Fuman, is Grandpa sick?"
Ye Zhoushan slapped Gu Mingfeng on the forehead in annoyance: "Don't follow suit and shout nonsense. He is my good brother and my daughter likes him. If my daughter hears this nickname, she will be angry and that will be bad."
Mr. Pang saw that I was acting mysterious and unfathomable, so he said nothing.
I, Ji Hanchang, have lived a clean life, so I can still afford to accept New Year gifts from a few bad friends of my great-grandson.
While others were on guard, he leaned against a crooked tree and picked his teeth.
"The person who hates socializing and making noises the most, has now finished paving the way for the great-great-grandson, who is very much like him."
Grandpa Ji will have that activity in the future. Since Tuanzi is not here this year, I took Tuanzi and my two older sons, Rongxin and Rong Shicheng, to visit an old friend's house.
Mr. Ji would feel guilty for mistaking Mr. Pang for his bad intentions, and I also understand what Mr. Pang is thinking.
"He actually went through the front door. He really opened your eyes."
After all, there is no precedent.
"I'm going to die," said the old man, frowning.
Every time I get a small bag of red envelopes and food.
Ye Zhoushan raised his eyebrows: "Coffin face?"
"What's wrong with being from the countryside? A person's ability is determined by where he is born."
"Team eight, this is just idle chat." Zhong Hong's hot and hard voice came.
Zhong Hong nodded, didn't want to talk any more, and turned to leave.
"Will he look down upon those who are capable and have a good family background? Will he hate those who ignore rules, discipline and responsibility and push his own people down? How did he become such a person now?"
Mr. Ji snorted at Mr. Pang: "He knows nothing."
In the imperial capital, before the New Year, even strangers would visit each other.
Gu Mingfeng frowned and said, "Go and have a look."
The eight brothers and sisters nodded obediently and went to the study to bring food to Grandpa Ji.
I was also at a loss, but I knew what I could do to ensure the team's safe return.
Seeing Tuanzi's confused look, I knew what was going on.
When the people waiting in the living room saw this, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Zhoushan said with concern: "It's all fate. He knew from the way he looked at it that He Wanxiang is a man who values friendship and loyalty, is straightforward and straightforward, and is very easy to get along with."
It's bad if you're sick.
The seven generations of grandfather and grandchildren finished their meal before leaving the study.
But the bystanders were surprised, and even the person who gave the gift was surprised.
Brother Zhong has a toothache, he is a male slave.
"His reputation for life will be ruined."
When Grandpa Pang saw that Grandpa Ji was staring at the little girl with a look of protection under his heart, he couldn't help but laugh.
The old man, who had no appetite, was coaxed by Tuanzi's milk and ate half a bowl of noodles. He then fed the egg custard to Tuanzi and the two older brothers.
Zhong Hong went over and said, "Although I don't know why Mr. Ji asked you to accompany him, I still have to remind you that it is very dangerous, so be careful."
Before I actually received the money, I was at a loss.
"Old man, he heard that there is, this bad guy seems to be OK."
Old Master Pang also snorted: "Yes, you do understand. You understand why he actually wants a son who just came from the countryside to inherit his legacy."
"He's such a warm-hearted old fellow, I really thought he was going to live out his life alone."
However, Tuanzi and his two brothers also gained a lot.
Old Master Pang said angrily: "Old man, he knows that this is what you mean."
"Then once he is a great-grandson, how can I see him hate Rongbao in the future?"
Tuanzi shook his fat head again, thought about it, and nodded.
"So what if this eldest son has outstanding abilities? I have no military merits, no systematic learning, no qualifications. Even if he praises me, it will only last for a long time."
Old Master Ji sneered: "After living outside the city for two days, you're already like a country boy?"
At Grandpa Pang’s house, Fuman and his two brothers were being played by Pang’s older brother and sister, while the two old men were sitting outside the pavilion drinking tea.
Gu Mingfeng frowned. Who is going to die?
He Wanxiang shrank his neck and ran quickly.
The old man doesn't care about what those people are thinking. Seeing my great-grandson smiling happily, I feel unhappy.
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