November came in a flash.
The weather was getting colder, and Jiang Sheng had hundreds of flowing swords and knives made by people, as well as thousands of other ordinary iron knives, all stored in the space.
Honeycomb coal balls are indispensable. The space granary is about to burst, and it is time to go back.
Jiang Sheng left some people to continue refining weapons, and took two people back to Beihuang City to celebrate the New Year. He would come back after the New Year to continue watching, as the border was a bit unstable.
It would be great to go back and try out the power of the new weapon and spend a reunion year with my family.
Before leaving, everyone in Dango Village came to see him off. The village chief reluctantly said, "Mr. Yang, remember to come back after the New Year. I have someone else take care of the fruit trees for you, so it'll be fine."
"That's right, we'll keep an eye on it and make sure the wild boars don't destroy the fruit trees. Don't worry."
Jiang Sheng smiled warmly and bowed, "Okay, thank you all, fellow villagers. I'll come back after spending the New Year with my family. If you have any news about my uncle, just tell Yang San."
The old village chief nodded and said, "Okay, be careful on the road. Go quickly before it snows. If it snows, the road will be difficult to walk on."
He got on the carriage, opened the curtains, and waved, "It's cold, everyone, go back. Don't get cold. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, have a safe journey!"
Outside Yang Er and Yang San's carriage, the carriage slowly started moving.
Jiang Sheng leaned against the soft pillow, holding the hot water bottle in his arms, reading a book and drinking tea slowly, his expression comfortable: "If Yang Er and Yang San are not in a hurry to come back, it would be best to come back in a carriage."
"Well, sir, you're right. If you go slower on the road, you'll feel more comfortable."
"It's much better than riding a horse. Young Master, the villagers sent us egg buns and roasted chicken. Let's eat these for lunch."
"Great! The people here are so simple and honest. If the border hadn't been unstable, I would have wanted to live here permanently. The scenery is beautiful, the villagers are easy to get along with, and it's so comfortable."
Yang Er twitched his lips and whispered, "I'm afraid it will be very difficult. If the border conflict continues to escalate, there will definitely be retaliation when fighting breaks out. It will be very unsafe for you, young master, to be away from home."
"Oh, there's another thing. Spies report that the Xiongnu in southern Xinjiang are ready to make a move. I'm afraid the ten-year peace agreement will be torn up, and then the people of southern Xinjiang will suffer again."
"Well, what's the reaction from the court?"
"No one reacted much. Mo Xiaotong said that His Majesty is devoted to researching elixirs and is also visiting the harem to favor the concubines. If anyone gets pregnant, he will reward them."
Jiang Sheng flipped through the storybook and sneered at the words, "That's right. He always thinks that with the Huo family's army in the southern border and the Jiang family guarding the northern border, the country will be very stable."
"That person only seeks immortality. He doesn't care about the lives of the people. As long as they are not all dead, that is enough for him."
"Young Master, I have something else to tell you. I heard that Taoist Zhang has come to the Northern Wasteland. I haven't found out his exact whereabouts. He appears and disappears mysteriously, and I don't know why he came."
Jiang Sheng paused as he flipped through the pages of the book and whispered, "Keep watching. Find out why he's here. Is he sent by that person to investigate something?"
Yang Er hummed, "Yes, sir."
Several days passed during this walk, as we stopped and walked along the way. The days were very pleasant, but unfortunately the pleasant days were soon interrupted.
Ping'an Inn
Jiang Sheng led his men out of the inn, buying bags of food, intending to use them to make fire and cook on the road. However, they were stopped on the road.
He looked down at the man dressed in rags, who looked like a beggar, with a confused look in his eyes: "Who are you?"
Taoist Zhang grabbed the hem of his clothes and refused to let go, almost crying. He recognized him at the first sight. This man was Jiang Sheng, the third son of the Jiang family. He could tell even through his disguise.
"Jiang Sheng, I'm Taoist Zhang, please save me."
"Um?"
Jiang Sheng's eyes were a little more alert, but his expression remained unchanged: "You've got the wrong person. My name is Yang Sheng. If you have nothing else to do, please let me go. I don't know you."
Damn it, why is Taoist Zhang here? How did he recognize him? Would the emperor also...
He pushed the man away without any hesitation, turned around and took Yang Er and Yang San away.
Taoist Zhang was being chased by beggars behind him, looking as miserable as a stray dog. He used to be welcomed wherever he went, but how did he end up like this? Damn untouchables.
If you insist on calling him a charlatan, he is someone who can rival the national master, so how can he be called a charlatan?
Jiang Sheng looked at the fleeing figure, winked at Yang Er, and then took Yang San back to the inn.
"Sir, why is that Taoist Priest Zhang here? He's in such a mess, like a beggar."
"I don't know. Maybe we'll find out when Yang Er comes back. Taoist Zhang can't die for the time being. We need to find out his purpose for coming here. It would be best if we could... control him."
I don't know how long it took, but there was a knock on the door.
Yang San opened the door and let him in.
Yang Er whispered, "Master, we've figured out the whereabouts of Taoist Priest Zhang. He's now living in a dilapidated temple. According to the spies, he escaped from the palace."
"The person from the imperial court also issued an order to find Taoist Zhang and bring him back. It seems that the two of them have fallen out."
"Oh, even if they had a falling out, this person would not have made himself so miserable if he could have climbed to that position. How could he have become a beggar?"
Jiang Sheng asked casually.
Yang Er's expression became a little strange: "Well, in order to avoid being found by His Majesty, Taoist Zhang didn't contact the people he knew before, and he didn't bring anyone with him to protect him."
"He came out alone and later read fortunes for someone on the road. I don't know if the spy was right or not, but the family sent people to hunt down Taoist Zhang."
"He also spread rumors that he was a charlatan, which is why he ended up like this, being hated by everyone and forced to beg for food."
Jiang Sheng became interested after hearing this: "Really? That's interesting. Instead of letting him run around, why not just take him back and lock him up?"
Yang Er was startled and whispered, "Master, you mean to arrest him? If you want to arrest him, His Majesty must not know about it..."
"Well, go find him and ask him if he's willing to go back to the Northern Wasteland with me. If he is, bring back the disguise. If not, knock him out and bring back the disguise."
They have to be taken away anyway, leaving hidden dangers running around outside. How can we feel at ease if we keep them under our noses?
Yang Er nodded and quickly left the inn and went to the ruined temple.
When he arrived, he saw the man being beaten by the beggar. Thinking of how glorious the man used to be in front of the temple, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
I don't understand how stupid that person must be to sneak out by himself, fly down and pull the beggar away.
He threw some small coins on the ground, looked at the frantic beggars, reached out and took the unconscious Taoist Zhang to the clinic, gave him some more silver and said, "Give him a bath and treat his wounds."
We waited for half an hour. After the man had cleaned up his face, it was still red and swollen, and we couldn't see what he looked like clearly. At least he wasn't dirty or smelly anymore.
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