Outside Dingtao City, on the banks of Jishui.

Yang Biao stood by the roadside, watching a group of strongly wrapped pieces of ice into the car, and subconsciously let out a sigh of relief. From Jizhou to Yanzhou, and then from Yanzhou to Yuzhou, the more you go south, the hotter the weather. The ice cubes that Yuan Quan carried had been used up and had not been replenished. The car was stuffy and could breathe when driving, and he couldn't stay there at all when he was resting. When he came to Dingtao, he contacted a Bingsi and got replenished ice. The bitter days were finally over.

Cao Ang was with him, ready to answer Yang Biao's questions at any time. After Yang Biao entered Yanzhou, he accompanied him throughout the journey and was very respectful. Yang Biao had a bad impression of Cao Cao, but he had a good impression of Cao Ang, but he didn't talk much to Cao Ang. He heard Yuan Quan say that Cao Ang had just gotten married with Sun Ce's second sister Sun Shangying and would soon marry him, and his sister Cao Ying also got married with Sun Ce's third brother Sun Yi. He was too close to Sun Ce and was unlikely to support the court, but it became a trouble for the court.

Since Cao Cao and Cao Ang and his son can each occupy a state, why can't Sun's father and son? Should the court attack Cao Ang or remove Cao Cao?

Yang Biao was very depressed. He felt relieved along the way and could not keep his energy.

"Bang!" A Li Yi suddenly fell to the ground, and the ice cube carried on his shoulders hit the ground, slid to Yang Biao. Cao Ang reacted quickly, stepped forward, held the ice with his feet, looked at Li Yi, and reached forward to support him. Na Li Yi glanced at Cao Ang, thanked him in a low voice, came to Yang Biao, and bowed, "Sir, this ice... I will compensate."

Yang Biao nodded absent-mindedly, shook his sleeves, and signaled to help him to do things. Li Yi glanced at Yang Biao, and stopped talking. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the ice again. When he bent down, his worn-out single clothes were broken with a "sweep", revealing his skinny back. He quickly put down the ice and covered the hole with his hands. Seeing Yang Biao look over, he bowed his hand to thank him.

"Unpolite, rude."

Yang Biao was a little strange. He took back his free mind and looked at the young Little Li in front of him. Only then did he notice that he was not like a Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Little Li

"Are you... a scholar?"

"Report to Mr. Yang, I have read the book for a few days."

"We... have seen it?" Yang Biao stared at the young Lizhi for a moment, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt. "Whose family are you?"

The young man hesitated for a moment. "I have met Mr. Yang, but he is fashionable and Mr. Yang may not know me."

"Who are you?"

The young man lowered his head, whispered, and felt ashamed. Yang Biao was even more anxious and asked one after another. At this time, the owner of Bingsi ran over and bowed to Yang Biao, and shouted: "Zhang Jun, you are lazy again. Do you still want to redeem yourself? Oh, why did you throw Bing again? I just said you don't want to be greedy for coolness. This job is too heavy, and it's not what you did. You said you..."

Yang Biao pushed Bingsi master away. "Tell me quickly, who are you? If you are an old friend, I will redeem you for you."

The young man was overjoyed and bowed, "Report to Mr. Yang, boy Zhang Jun, from Xiyang, Runan, first of his eldest father Zhang Yuanjiang."

"Are you Zhang Yuanjiang's grandson?" Yang Biao was shocked. "Who is Zhang Wenben?"

"It's my uncle."

"How could you..." Yang Biao was furious and turned to look at Cao Ang. "How could Zhang Yuanjiang's grandson be so powerful here? You are just like this. Do you still know how to treat scholars? Do you know that his eldest father Zhang Yuanjiang is a minister of the country?"

When Zhang Jun talked to Yang Biao, Cao Ang kept watching. He could see Zhang Jun's expression clearly and guess what he wanted to do. Facing Yang Biao, who was furious as a lion, Cao Ang said to the owner of Bingsi: "How much money does he still owe?"

The owner of Bingsi was frightened by Yang Biao and apologized repeatedly. "I just want someone, I'll give him to you, I don't have any money."

"No, you don't want money. This incident has reached General Sun's ears. Wouldn't I be famous? Tell me, how much does it cost?"

"Thirty-seven,560 yuan, nothing is left, you can give it thirty-seven," he said.

Cao Ang waved to Pan Zhang, asking him to get 38,000 yuan and hand it over to Master Bingsi, and asked him to get another set of new clothes for Zhang Jun to change. Master Bingsi took Zhang Jun's property and respectfully handed it to Cao Ang. With sweat, he took another set of new clothes for Zhang Jun. At this time, Yuan Quan and Mrs. Yuan heard the voice and rushed over. Mrs. Yuan didn't quite understand, but Yuan Quan could see clearly, but said nothing, just watched quietly.

Cao Ang handed over Zhang Jun's identity to Yang Biao. "Mr. Yang, he is yours now."

Yang Biao handed over his identity to Zhang Jun, and Zhang Jun thanked him for his gratitude. Yang Biao looked at Cao Ang with a little disdain in his eyes. "You don't know who Zhang Yuanjiang is, do you?"

Cao Ang smiled calmly. "Mr. Yang, although I am ignorant, I have heard from my father that Zhang Yuanjiang was the imperial teacher. When Lingzun, he wrote a letter to seek peace and peace with Lingzun. After Zhang Yuanjiang passed away, the former emperor remembered the teacher's kindness and appointed his son Zhang Wenben as the Marquis of Caiyang Township. Although the Zhang family in Ruyang is not considered a great clan in Runan, it is also a model for outstanding scholars."

"Since that's the case, why don't you keep him and teach him the title according to his aptitude, but don't you feel that it's insulting to be gentle?"

Cao Ang turned his head and looked at Zhang Jun with an angry look, and chuckled: "Zhang Jun, why didn't you put you to this point today and tell Mr. Yang? In the face of the elders, don't you feel rude to do this?"

Zhang Jun blushed and his eyes dodged. Cao Ang didn't say anything else and bowed to Yang Biao. "Mr. Yang, he is yours. You can take him with you and ask slowly along the way. However, I have a small suggestion, and I hope Mr. Yang will consider it."

Yang Biao snorted disdainfully. Cao Ang didn't mind, and continued: "There are not many people like him in Yanzhou. More in Yuzhou. Mr. Yang can be seen everywhere in this place. It's good that he can redeem himself as long as he spends money, and many people can't redeem himself even if he spends money. If Mr. Yang wants to save them, he has to use some thoughts."

"You..." Yang Biao glanced at Cao Ang, snorted, shook his sleeves, turned around, not wanting to say anything to Cao Ang anymore. Yuan Quan walked over and gave a wink at Cao Ang. Cao Ang smiled and stepped back. Yuan Quan pulled Yang Biao's arm and shook it. "Uncle, don't worry, what Cao Envoy said is true, you will know when you arrive in Yuzhou."

"If Yuzhou is so humiliating the children of famous ministers, I won't go." Yang Biao shook Yuan Quan's hand away and was angry. "Zhang Yuanjiang is a teacher with the late emperor and has a friendship with his father. His descendants have such humiliation. If I cannot help, how can I meet old friends?"

Yuan Quan was silent for a moment and chuckled: "Okay, then uncle should not go to Yuzhou. If you don't save it, you will feel uneasy. Are you planning to go east to Xuzhou, or to go west to Chang'an? Give me two days and I will prepare some cost for you."
Chapter completed!