"Young Master!"

When he was in a daze, a slightly old voice sounded in his ears. He looked around and saw that at some point a 60-year-old man with a hunched back had appeared not far ahead and was rushing towards him with difficulty.

Old Zhong! Zhang Yi hurriedly went up to meet him.

The old man in front of him sincerely admires him. If the so-called integrity and loyalty in later generations need to be reflected in contracts, then this is a loyal servant who can be written into textbooks that can only be seen in history books. His loyalty can even give up everything, including his life.

Such an old man cannot help but Zhang Yi disrespect!

In just half a year, I hiked from Chang'an to Lingnan for three thousand miles, and it was the only one who was willing to follow him among the many servants of the original owner.

It is said that the ancient classics were separated by heaven and man. Because of the obstruction of traffic, it often took years or even longer to go back and forth, including bandits, horses, and illnesses. In an era when colds often lead to a name, Zhang Yi really couldn't imagine how this old man walked this long road.

Perhaps in his heart he never thought of giving up!

There are memories of Lao Zhong in the deepest memory of his head. This terrible trace of the originally blessed fat face has become thin and thin at this time made him feel like he had gone to hell.

The black of the past also became like straw and was constantly blown by the breeze, drifting and looking even older and more vicissitudes, completely different from the mighty butler.

Fortunately, people are not old people. Although I deeply felt the coldness of the world again, Zhang Yi was not angry. After all, people went to high places and water flowed to low places, no one would be willing to follow the exiled young master to Lingnan to wait for death. Put it in his heart. If it were replaced by him, he might have made such a choice.

After all, no one’s life is as important as his own!

"After doing business with people, we soon had a lot of fish that we couldn't finish. Maybe we could exchange some rice or something with the merchants in the city!" Zhang Yi's face showed a sunny smile again, as if he had done something trivial. As he said that, he handed over the crutch in his hand and said, "You try it and see if it's suitable?"

"Young Master! I am a slave..." Old Zhong was immediately moved and burst into tears.

The crutch made by the young master!

Although it is very rough and simple without any patterns, the handles are polished very smoothly. Lao Zhong can even think that when the young master polishes, he must have considered that this will be easier for him...

At the moment when he took the crutch, he felt that all his efforts were worth it. However, he felt sad when he saw the crab hanging on Zhang Yi's shoulders and his clothes cut by wild grass.

The young master is a young master who only reads sage books without touching his fingers. He still remembers that he would not take the money himself when he went out, but put it on the servants...

But now... he is so depressed that he is so humble that he goes to business with others, and he can almost think of who he is using his toes.

Haifeng County can be said to be almost the remotest area in Lingnan. Apart from the officials in the county, there are only a few merchants. The others are all from Baiyue. These Nanmans are brave and fierce. If they don’t agree, they will suddenly kill people and deal with such people. Who doesn’t put their heads on their belts?

But he was still old after all. Not only could he not help the young master, but he became a burden to him. If he hadn't wanted to see the young master who could return to Chang'an alive, he would have even ended his life now.

"Don't call yourself an old slave, we are the ones who depend on each other for life. Without you, I might have died on the way to come! I will call you Zhong from now on!" Zhang Yi shook the crab and continued, "Let's eat steamed sea crabs tonight. This is a good thing. If you have money in Chang'an, you will definitely be able to eat such fresh ones."

"Okay!... OK!" Old Zhong nodded tremblingly. He naturally took the title of Uncle Zhong, but... I thought of the words on the imperial edict that he could return Chang'an to great achievements and made him feel sad.

As a prisoner of sin, how can you talk about great merit in Lingnan? Go there to make great merit?

The road is very long, and the journey full of thorns is not as simple as imagined. When the birds start to return to their nests, a dilapidated city appears in front of you.

It is said that when you are in a foreign land, you miss your family more during festivals. In fact, even if you are not in a foreign land, you will not have as many literati and guests as long as you miss and remember.

For example, in Haifeng, a place that has deviated from the control of the Tang Dynasty, if you can meet a fellow villager or a person who can speak Chinese, it is actually a kind of happiness.

As soon as we were about to enter the city, a carriage slowly drove over from behind. Behind the carriage were followed by a long list of Baiyue people carrying mountain goods. The team almost lined up from the city gate, which was very spectacular.

The carriage was moving forward without any intention of stopping.

In fact, it is no wonder that merchants who can do business in Lingnan are naturally more or less related, whether in the court or in the army. It is of course no problem to be taken care of in Haifeng City such as exemption from inspection.

Zhang Yi frowned. It would be impossible for him to wait for the caravan to enter the city first. However, if he and Lao Zhong had gone first, the city carriage would have been ahead in this dazed kung fu.

Just as he was hesitating, the curtains of the carriage were suddenly pulled open, and his fat face was revealed.

His face was very big, but he looked like a young man. He was about twenty years old. Perhaps because of his years of running around, he seemed to be more capable in his wealth. When he looked up at the sky and was about to retract back into the carriage, he suddenly whispered.

Because at this moment, he was standing next to the carriage, two old Tang people, one of whom was dressed up as a scholar and another was a housekeeper, which made him feel energetic immediately as if he had wine and a nectar.

Especially the scholar, although his robe was a little worn and dirty, not only that, there was a long list of sea crabs hanging on his shoulders, which undoubtedly gave his image a discount. However, this did not affect the fact that he was a child of aristocratic family, with fair skin and slender fingers. More importantly, his behavior was moderate even if he saw a successful businessman like himself, he would just have a difference and then he returned to normal.

"Stop! Stop!" Fat face shouted hurriedly.
Chapter completed!