Liu Tie looked at Liu Yiyi, looked at the latter and nodded, quickly put the long-lived chain with the smell of Zhang Mao's stinky feet in his arms and ran out. Zhang Mao put his boots back and walked back into the hall, but said to Liu Yiyi: "Don't panic, my wife, how often did I fight after I was seven years old? My father is greedy for money, and the gentleman gave him a few grenades. He kept remembering that if he said that his husband had something to do, his father would directly lead his troops to surround the house. When the gentleman came back, he would not get him a hundred grenades, he would probably stop doing it!" As for the gentleman who was about to come back, then his old man probably took it himself. Since Ding Yi was fooled by him and brought the meteorite from the sky, he felt quite like he was turning his elbow out.

To put it nicely, it is because of a sense of collective belonging; to put it nicely, Ding Yi was very successful in brainwashing this nine-year-old child, and always told him every day: "Are you willing to live under your father's name for the rest of your life?", "Inheriting the title, waking up and eating, and sleeping when you have enough, what is the difference between it and a pig?", "Famousness and fame are only taken from the moment!", "There are endless territory outside the Ming Dynasty!", "Do you know Huo Qubing? That's a man!" Children are easy to brainwash. Hundreds of years later, when information was extremely developed, a teacher asked students to review and jump off the building if they couldn't write it out, but the children really jumped off the building, let alone this Ming Dynasty, which emphasized "a teacher for a day and a father for a lifetime."

There is also a level of demand here. If you talk to Chen San, except for hypnosis, only Chen San’s smirk will respond. However, Zhang Mao, the young master who is not worried about food and clothing and is born as a master, suddenly became widespread. Especially after Ding Yishen solemnly handed him a simple world map, Zhang Mao made up his mind, or was completely brainwashed.

Liu Yiyi barely squeezed out a smile and nodded, "I'm Lao Mao'er." This is scary. It's just a fight in the countryside. The fight in the whole village seems to be huge in scale. There are only 10 or 20 people who are really fighting in front of me. A nine-year-old child has to fight with him, and he also said that since he was seven years old, he has not been like this?

"You can leave ten people to protect my yard, and everyone else will help Mr. Ding get out of the trouble." Su'er's voice came steadily outside the living room, "Su's sword is there, and he will protect the safety of the house." He could tell clearly that the craftsman's courtyard would never allow any mistakes, nor would outsiders interfere, so he asked Xu Niu and the others to leave ten people.

Xiao Xianglian, who is usually half a beat slower, listened at the side and immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Su!" He said to Liu Yiyi, "Sister, you'll stay at home. I'll take them to have a fight with those dog thieves!" After that, he pointed at Wei Wencheng, "You have no face, you're really afraid that a gust of wind will blow you! Keep a guard at home, Xu Niu, order all your troops and bring military weapons, and follow me to save your senior brother!"

This suddenly became natural as if I had been given a stimulant, but it was not for no reason.

No, Su Yan's reputation in the world is too high. In the Ming Dynasty underworld, Su Ai from Beizhili always wanted to kill dozens of bandits. How could his reputation not be known? Tianran heard Su Ai's guarding the house and immediately felt that he had a clear heart. This was just a little brother outside the Ming Dynasty underworld, who blindly trusted the boss who was spread like a legend.

"Sister, stay!" Liu Yiyi pulled Xiao Xianglian, but said to her, "The sister must be careful with the family's family! It's inconvenient for Hero Su to be!" He said to Xu Shan again, "So as your little master said, go quickly!" Fortunately, Liu Yiyi was a little awake at this moment, and shouted to the young master who shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his hands, "Keo stay!"

How could Zhang Mao listen to her? He just obeyed Ding Yi. He was so close to him that he stuffed candy from time to time, pinched his face from time to time, and secretly helped him wash dirty clothes for his servants. He was still a little close to him. Liu Yiyi, the wife of the master, Zhang Mao really didn't take her seriously at all. Not only did he look like this in the Ming Dynasty, but he was afraid that only Ding Yi could appreciate it. What was important was his origin, the daughter of a merchant, and the young master's contempt from the bottom of his heart!

So I didn't hear it at all, and followed Zhu Loong and went out.

Liu Yiyi was so excited that she couldn't cry for a moment. She pulled Xiao Xianglian in her hand and said to Zhang Mao: "If the hero Su can't help, Mao'er has to go to the Duke's Mansion to bring reinforcements, otherwise we will have any problems. Your husband is back, what's your face to see him!" This sentence persuaded the young master to stop.

Seeing Xu Niu and the others running out from the side door and the back door, Zhang Mao felt very envious. As long as someone with a little bloody nature has practiced his skills, he naturally hopes for the opportunity to perform. The young master is no exception. But after all, he is a child's character. When the soldiers have gone out, Zhang Mao ran to Su Xian, who was sitting in the yard with a long knife, and asked, "Brother Su... Hello, don't do this, okay, Uncle Su, is this okay?" Ding Yi taught him to call Su Xian as Uncle Su, but the young master felt that he had a noble status and lost more power as an uncle? Isn't it just guarding the yard leader! So Ding Yi was not by his side. He always liked to reduce Su Ai's seniority, but he was hit by Su Ai several times and fell over his shoulders. He was still a little afraid of him, so he stared at him and changed his words honestly.

"Mr. Su's opinion, Mr. Ding has so many disciples, but you have obtained the true teachings." Su Jian said with a smile.

The young master was happy: "That's it! What is the origin of me? What are they? How can I compare with me? Is it extremely smart and talented!"

"No, this is talent." Su Ai said seriously.

"talent?"

"Yes, you and Mr. Ding have a very similarity, that is, you can be shameless at any time." Su Ai was just fooled by Ding Yi with righteousness. He was passionate and patriotic and murdered, and his IQ might not lose his IQ.

Zhang Mao gritted his teeth and thought that he couldn't beat the other party. He turned around and looked around: "Today's sunshine is shining. I think sir will turn bad luck into good luck... By the way, Uncle Su, how can you protect this huge house with this knife?"

"Your husband has a grenade, but Su doesn't." Su Ai took out the fire coals and placed them beside him, and then took out an object and placed them together, "But there is still an arrow through the clouds."

The young master was happy: "This gentleman told me that a single arrow through clouds will meet thousands of horses! Come on, come on, Uncle Su, I will help you..."

Su Xian slapped Zhang Mao's hand. What kind of fireworks are there in the sunshine in this daylight? Who can see it?

Besides, he didn't have the intention to play with this kid.

He went to assassinate a vassal king who bullied men and women a few years ago, but he failed. Su Ai knew the power of a prince very well.

Now I don’t know if King Hui was involved in this murderous intent on Ding Yi. If so, I’m afraid…

He shook his head, closed his eyes, and the wind could hear the trembling of the branches with his ears.

The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop.

After going out for more than ten miles from Zuoanmen, it is a place for outings. At the turn of spring and summer, there are scholars and sensuals and sensuals who invite friends to come here to relax or practice Cuju, and polo is also a suitable venue. Therefore, there are many more business on both sides of the official road around this field, like a market ruin, a shed with big bowls of tea, a stall selling kites, and a candied haws. After a few steps, there are soup cakes under the willow trees - noodles, a earthen stove built by a few stones, and two stumps on the chopping board on the wheelbarrow to hold them and cut the noodles and chop them up. It is also a hot soup and water business. There are at least 20 or 30 levels, and there are scattered pedestrians passing by, and they occasionally buy snacks, which is very lively.

Ding Yi, Hu Shan, Chen San and his team of more than a dozen people were on their way, and someone came over to ask with a smile on his face, "The old man's horse is extremely divine. The villain has been serving big animals for many years. I don't know many such a spiritual horse, let alone a dozen magic horses... How can I let the horse eat the grass seeds on its own? My uncle, once the BMW is ruining the appetite..."

It's nothing to believe what he said, fortune tellers can make money to support their families.

But even if the horses who come here are covered in scabies, they can still say that they are the yellow-fat horses of Qin Qiong and Qin Second Brother - they are really heroes. BMW is just like this. This is the situation. This journey will surely be able to soar upwards like Qin Second Brother... They will leave their reputations in history... They praise the horse and praise people.

After all, I just want to sell two chunks of fodder.

Ding Yi sounded funny, but there was always a custom in China, which was to have a good start. Hearing the sensible person, Ding Yi said to Hu Shan, "Let's help him." After the silver and money were sent out, the weeds were carried over, but they were chopped neatly. Someone brought the brush of a bucket to help the horses clean their hair. According to Chen Sanbang Qianhu's eyesight that he had worked with the other party without mentioning the other party's mouth, but his work was mastered by experts.

At this time, two servants came over in the shed of Dawancha. They looked at Ding Yi and asked with a slanted eyes: "But come to our prince's appointment? Which family's honorable guests?" It seems that King Hui was waiting for the guests here. After hearing Hu Shan reported Ding Yi's name, he took out a booklet from his arms and looked through it. After a while, he said, "Oh, it's Mr. Rujin! Let's wait, our prince will arrive later and wait for the distinguished guests. There is soup there.

The cake stall, if the distinguished customer needs it, we will pay it in a while." Then he scolded the fodder seller and asked him if he had collected Ding Yi's money? He wanted to ask him to refund the fodder seller. Until Ding Yi said he had rewarded the fodder seller, the two servants gave up. But turned around, Ding Yi listened to them lowering his voice and laughed, "Damn, what a big official!", "That, the eighth-rank county magistrate, haha!"

Hu Shan was so angry that he wanted to argue with them, but Ding Yi insisted on stopping him so that nothing happened.
Chapter completed!