In two days, Xu Mu prepared everything he could think of. He also bought two larger carriages to carry heavy loads.
In addition, I sent people over to the four-way street to check, and there was nothing wrong with it. It was indeed a good place.
"Si Hu, pack up and we'll set off immediately when Chen Sheng and the others arrive."
The four roads where the winery is built are more than 40 miles away from Wangzhou City. Even if it is a smooth journey, it will take more than half a day.
"Brother Mu, you'd better go outside the yard and take a look." Si Hu said innocently while carrying the barrel.
"What's wrong?"
"There was an old man who was out in the yard every night, picking up wine lees and eating them."
Liquor lees is the residue after fermentation of wine. It is generally used as pig food and is extremely difficult to swallow. However, these days, some old alcoholics who have no money to buy wine will pick up lees and eat it to relieve their alcohol addiction.
I heard that at the old liquor store in February, an old drunkard who was collecting liquor dregs was beaten to death not long ago.
Xu Mu walked out of the yard in silence, and sure enough, he found a little old man lying drunkenly on the ground by the ditch outside, with half of the lees still in his mouth.
The wine gourd tied around his waist has cracks all over it.
What surprised Xu Mu slightly was that the little old man was actually wearing a dirty scribe's robe, with a sage's book pinned to his trousers tied with a rope.
There were no military affairs in the Daji, but instead he was devoted to reading and ink, which made the Chinese people flock to him. If a piece of nonsense poetry was written by a powerful person, it would attract praise from all over the world.
Logically speaking, under this kind of world style, such old and scholarly scholars should not have such a miserable life.
"My boss, my boss, I'm here."
Just as Xu Mu was thinking about it, Chen Sheng and others had arrived, and their carriages were full of various items.
"Hey, crazy scholar." Chen Sheng walked closer and exclaimed.
"Chen Sheng, do you know him?"
"Everyone in Wangzhou knows this man. He is a scholar. He was a teacher in the academy two months ago. When he heard that his son died in the border battle, he suddenly went crazy."
"My son died fighting at the border?"
"Master, we can't bring this matter up." Chen Sheng hurriedly made a silent gesture, "Seven hundred miles north of Wangzhou, Yongguan was captured by the Di people. It is said that there were several large camps in Dingbian who were afraid of life and death.
There was no rush for help.”
"So Yongguan was broken, the people of Beidi were flattened, and hundreds of thousands of refugees starved to death thousands of miles away."
"My boss, my boss, don't say anything, don't say anything." Chen Sheng's face turned pale, he looked around hurriedly, and then hurriedly tried to persuade him.
Xu Mu lowered his head in silence and looked at the old scholar on the ground.
puff--
The old scholar suddenly vomited out the dregs of wine and seemed to be swearing about drunkenness again.
"The Di people have broken our borders, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the country is uneasy. You are waiting and waiting, and you are still writing nonsense articles about the prosperous times! Do you want to wait until the Di people come to the city to stab people with their pens?"
"Give me, three taels of rice wine and two taels of beans. In the next life, I will not be a member of the Imperial Dynasty."
After chatting and scolding for a while, the old scholar fell asleep again.
"My boss didn't know something. He ran out of wine, so he would often go to the restaurant to beg for it. If he asked for too much, others wouldn't give it to him, so he would eat the dregs of the wine and dig through buckets of swill."
"Chen Sheng, bring a jar of wine."
When Chen Sheng heard this, although he looked confused, he still hurried back to the yard and brought out a jar of wine.
Putting the wine jar aside, he took a handful of broken silver and stuffed it into the old scholar's arms. Xu Mu then stood up and walked back.
"Listen to me... My son Li Poshan has guarded Yongguan for more than ten years. Six thousand people rejected Beidi, and the bloody battle ended..."
"Listen to me... there are no reinforcements for seven hundred miles, and the sky at Yongnan Pass is filled with blood."
"The people who destroyed our Daji were not the people of Beidi, but the people of our Ji Dynasty. The Great Wall had long been gone."
Even a drunken conversation shook Xu Mu's chest like a drum.
"Master, let's go. If we delay any longer, we won't be able to reach Sitong Road today."
Xu Mu paused and finally walked straight forward.
The six carriages were ready. The maid, Jiang Caiwei, also stood slightly nervously by the door, looking left and right. When she saw Xu Mu coming back, she hurriedly took small steps, carrying three or four large burdens, and hurriedly approached.
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"Get in the car." Xu Mu's face moved slightly, and he helped lift the baggage and hung it on the side of the car.
"Si Hu, it's still the same as before, you take the lead."
"Brother Mu, I'll clear the way for you!" Sihu waved the simple sword, his whole body filled with heroism.
"Chen Sheng, you and your brothers should share the remaining weapons and try your best to learn how to make the sword break the bow within the next few days."
"Boss, I will listen to you."
Chen Sheng grabbed the reins and pulled it hard. After the old horse in front of the car neighed a few times, it started to kick up its hooves and ran slowly towards the street.
Not long after, he had almost reached the city gate.
"Brother Mu, let's go now." A cold voice suddenly came from the side.
Xu Mu frowned and looked up, and found a group of figures standing coldly not far from the city gate, each holding their hands and looking like wolves.
"It's rare for a murderer to come to see you off. I, Xu Mu, am extremely grateful." Xu Mu also sneered.
"You won't be grateful if I send you to hell." Next to Sha Po, Ma Guaizi showed a cold expression.
Xu Mu was too lazy to speak anymore. This group of people only deserved to feed the common people in Wangzhou City.
"Brother Mu, the road in Shenlin is slippery. Drive slower, otherwise you won't know how you died."
"Three swords and six holes, you Xu Mu can't escape!"
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"Xu Lang, will these people follow you in the future?" Jiang Caiwei's voice was still trembling slightly even after leaving the city.
"It's okay, I'll find a solution when the time comes."
What Xu Mu is worried about is not the people who killed the mother-in-law, but the general trend of the world.
"Xu Lang doesn't know that the slave family went to collect firewood two days ago and found the bodies of many girls, all dumped in the woods."
The girl's body? You don't need to think about it to know that it must be the trouble left by the gang who killed the mother-in-law and kidnapped the girl.
"The slave family often thinks that if they had not met Xu Lang but met another stickman, they would have been in trouble long ago."
"This is probably...this is fate."
Xu Mu also felt a little weird in his heart. If he hadn't traveled through time, he wouldn't have known Jiang Caiwei at all.
"Master, it's raining. We need to hurry up our horses. Otherwise, the road will be muddy and we won't be able to reach the four-passage road in the dark."
"Si Hu, urge the horse to move quickly."
Next to Xu Mu, Jiang Caiwei hurriedly bent down, took out an oil-paper umbrella, then quickly pushed it open and covered Xu Mu's head.
"Xu Lang, I will help you cover the rain."
The umbrella was small, but the world outside was huge. Xu Mu suddenly felt relieved and felt at ease.