Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 943 Every drink and every peck has a reason ([-])

Fortunately, a group of more than fifty customers in Wang Laosan's shop did not destroy his small shop because of the huge grief and anger in their hearts.

But after a moment of silence, the first man from Lu Province suddenly shouted:
  "What kind of nonsense is this? The store owner will bring me another jar of wine to respect this damn world and those heroic grandfathers in Xuange camp."

The voice just fell, and the others started to shout, asking Wang Laosan to continue serving them wine; it seemed that he planned to use drinking to vent his resentment.

In this way, not only his 'Wang's Shop' is safe.

I sold a lot more wine for nothing and made a good profit.

In the following time, the guests in the store began to drink heavily; Wang Laosan also entered and kept carrying pots or jars of wine.

If he hadn't brewed a batch of wine last month, there wouldn't be enough wine in the store today.

People's drinking capacity naturally varies. Under such a drinking method, some people soon seemed to be a little drunk.

It was a thin, dark-faced man sitting at the table in the corner, sharing the table with three scholars from Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, a businessman, and two bald-headed masters.

After he opened his mouth, he cursed in Lao Guang's unique accent:
  "*His mother, the heroic grandfathers of Xuange Camp, the world is so big, why do you have to come to this capital to suffer such injustice?

I remember back in Yangcheng, when I led a group of us veterans to fight against evildoers and ghosts, we were so majestic and majestic with a hundred responses. How could we have fallen into such an isolated and helpless situation today? "

After hearing such a sentence, everyone in the store was moved.

Looking at Lao Guang's age again, he was probably forty years old, and he had some ideas.

The three young scholars sitting opposite him looked at each other, and one of them raised his hand and asked: "I dare to ask this eldest brother, did he also participate in the Battle of Yangcheng at Xuange Camp?
  I wonder if you can tell us the details, and how about the three of us help you with the food and drinks for this meal, and the rent for tonight? "

When the other customers in the store heard this, they immediately looked over.

Even though there are still some people, they are still bowing their heads to drink and eat food, but their ears are clearly perked up, and they are paying attention to what is going on here.

Even Wang Laosan, hugging an empty wine jar, had the same reaction.

The reason for this is actually understandable; the legendary battle in Yangcheng in the [-]th year naturally attracted the attention of everyone in Daqing.

The problem is, there are too many different versions of the rumor.

There are many people in the Xuange camp who spread the beans to form an army, or there is a mysterious theory that after pinching a magic spell, a thunder fell from the sky and chopped the foreign Japanese warship to pieces.

After they met, they really wanted to hear what happened during that period of time from the mouth of this kind of Lao Guang who really participated in the war.

"It's just some old things. How can I ask for more money for drinks and rent, just?"

After hearing what the three scholars said, Lao Guang's expression was quite wonderful.

At first, he straightened his back immediately, and his face seemed to light up with a look of honor. Obviously, that old incident nineteen years ago must be the most glorious experience in his life that is worth telling.

But then, after thinking of something, I looked up and glanced at the dozens of people in the store, but there was a very scrupulous look on their faces.

Come to think of it, Xuan Geying is a traitor who is offered a reward by the imperial court after all.

If you were to be involved with him in a place like the capital, wouldn't you be asking for trouble?

Fortunately, at this time, there was a group of men dressed as Taoists at the next table, but they were among the men who ordered a lot of wine and meat and started eating and drinking.

The first one among them was only twenty-three or four years old, with a delicate appearance and a little dark mole under each eye.

But dressed in a simple Taoist robe, his aura is extremely impressive.

After he slapped the table hard, he looked at the other people in the store with shining eyes; his eyes were not very fierce, but after looking at each other inadvertently, Wang Laosan couldn't help but feel a hair in his heart.

I sighed in my heart: "Grandpa Tian! What kind of magical guests came to my little shop today."

When the man looked around, he made a strong promise in his mouth: "Brother, don't worry, I guarantee that no one will tell this matter tonight~"

I don’t know if I was intimidated by the aura displayed by this pretending man inadvertently, or if I didn’t intend to say it out loud in the first place.

After that, everyone in the store spoke up one after another, promising that nothing about tonight would be told outside.

Including Mr. Zuo, who looked equally good, he also smiled and told the old man not to have any worries and just say everything with confidence.
  That Lao Guang is also a happy person.

After seeing other customers in the store speaking out one after another, I didn't worry about the possibility that these people might not keep their words.

After drinking a glass of wine, a look of reminiscence appeared on his face, and at the same time, Mandarin with a Cantonese accent also sounded in the shop.

For a moment, his voice was the only voice echoing in the store:
  "My name is Huang Ashan, and I was still farming in the countryside of Shunde that year. Early in the morning, my cousin Buck Yaqiang suddenly came to me and asked me, 'Do you want to get a wife?'
  Wife, who doesn’t want to?

Then my cousin told me the news that the heroes in Xuange camp were going to fight the ghosts and asked people to help lift the cannon; as long as they lifted it to the ground, they would be given as much money as they wanted..."

That's right! The above looks like a forty-year-old Lao Guang.

In the previous mission world, it was the young man who set off from Huangjiacun and went to Humen with his uncles and nephews to carry the cannon, and finally joined the team temporarily and participated in the artillery battle.

Even after nineteen years, everything that happened in those short few days was still vivid in his mind.

Now after talking about it slowly, every detail was detailed and exciting, successfully dragging the emotions of everyone in the store into those stormy and passionate few days.

In Huang Acan's narration, they sometimes had a knowing smile on their faces because of the impetuousness and lack of knowledge of a farm boy.

Sometimes, because of the scene of everyone uniting as one, carrying cannons and preparing for battle, they looked very excited.

Sometimes due to the fierce fighting process, his fists were clenched tightly, and there was an indescribable look of nervousness on his face, worried about the fate of Huang Acan and others.

Of course, some people who were still among them began to have a thoughtful expression on their faces after suddenly thinking of something.

It can be said that during this process, they had all kinds of emotions, but they did not remember the drinking and eating.

The reason why so many tourists in the store had such strong reactions is actually very simple:
  Under the manipulation of fate, or the master of the system, and under the influence of all the efforts that Hu Biao and his team made in the previous mission.

Every one of the fifty or so people in the store heard the news about Xuange Camp's appearance at Bali Bridge.

They had traveled thousands of miles, or even farther, to come here for Hu Biao and the others.

Moreover, among these people who come from all over the world, speak with different accents, and appear to have different identities such as scholars, hawkers, businessmen, bald masters, Taoists, and Jianghu people, there are really some big shots.

Some are big names now, and some will be big names in the future.

For example, Mr. Zuo, who has a Hunan accent, is actually Zuo Gong who will still carry the coffin and go on an expedition at the age of 63 in the future, regaining 160 million square kilometers of the frontier.

Zuo Gong was born with a bright and enlightened nature, but he never failed in his ambition. He was elected as a candidate at the age of twenty. Unfortunately, his subsequent development was not smooth.

I waited until I was thirty-eight years old this year, when the bandits in the mouth of the Daqing court broke through the Jiangnan camp.

Finally, he had a fourth-grade Jingtang candidate status, and he followed Zeng Shaoxiang to handle military affairs; he also formed a [-]-man army in Hunan Province, named "Chu Army".

His current Chu army was originally in Anqing at the critical moment of fighting with the bandits along with other troops of the Hunan army.

However, after hearing the news that Xuange Camp had defeated the Yinfa coalition forces at Bali Bridge, Zuo Gong, under the instructions of Zeng Shatou and Li Zhongzhang, left everything around him and secretly came with a few soldiers. To the capital.

If we look into the reason, we can only say that it was Zeng Shatou, Li Zhongzhang, or Zuo Gong.

Although they were baptized by some Confucian ideas of "one emperor, one courtier", they had no intention of overthrowing Da Qing.

But instinctively, I was also full of admiration for people like Hu Biao who pursued the Zhengshuo of the Han family.

More importantly, they are like a group of confused autodidacts.

After self-study for several years, I felt that the effect of self-study was not very good, so I wanted to find a qualified teacher to ask for advice and solve some of my doubts.

These include: Why did such a heavenly country become like this?

In their opinion, why were the powers that were so powerful that they were almost desperate, how could Xuange Camp be able to defeat them so easily after dealing with them?

Even though they tried their best, it was so difficult to even pacify some bandits?
  Facing the great changes that have not happened in three thousand years, they naturally understand that they need to make changes and carry out some foreign innovations in order to make everything better.

It’s just such an innovation, which aspect should be more appropriate to start from.

More importantly, why do they want to do something, but there are voices of opposition everywhere? Regarding this point, how to break...        That man is a Taoist with extraordinary momentum at the age of [-] or [-].

As for the Hunan Army Group where Zuo Gong currently belongs, there is an opponent that they want to kill quickly, the King of England among the bandits, Chen Yucheng, also known as the "Four-Eyed Dog".

As a key figure among the bandits in the imperial court's mouth, he was originally leading the army to fight in Hubei Province at the moment.

We plan to use this method to contain the energy of the Hunan Army, thereby alleviating the huge pressure on our side in Anqing, a strategically important location.

But after hearing the news, he immediately handed over the affairs to his subordinates.

However, he brought several close guards with him, all of whom were dressed as Taoist priests, and then secretly came to the capital.

Dare to do this, he joined the bandits as a "boy soldier" at the age of fourteen. After going through hundreds of battles over the years, one aspect of being brave is that he is an expert.

On the other hand, it is also a bit helpless.

Don't look at it. Now, they occupy several provinces in the south of the Yangtze River, and their momentum seems to be the same for a while.

But only young executives like him with clear heads can see the huge crises hidden under the scenes of flowers and brocade and fire cooking.

Therefore, he came to discuss cooperation with Xuange Camp and discuss the joint fight against the Green Demon.

If the people from Xuange camp can agree, it will naturally be the best result; naming their leader Hu Biao as the 'one-word king' and other members are also kings of various kinds, and it is definitely not just talk.

If not, learn their dragon-slaying skills.

Specifically, Chen Yucheng has always had a huge doubt in his heart, which is why ordinary people can explode with such amazing power in the hands of Xuan Geying?

It must be someone from Xuan Ge Camp who has mastered the legendary 'Dragon Slaying Technique'; as long as they can learn a few points, there is no need to worry about those green monsters being immortal.

In addition to the above two people, there is a pair of people dressed as quacks in the store.

The dry old man among them is actually Zhang Fuhai, the deputy in the pawn shop in the magical capital.

The two of them, following the orders of the imperial concubine and others, first took a fast boat from the waterway to Jinmen, then rode fast horses through Tongzhou, and then dressed as charlatans and prepared to enter the capital.

Although the remaining people in the store do not currently have any prominent or special status, each of them has received ideological enlightenment.

Some seekers came here with various questions and doubts.

He seemed to vaguely understand some of the doubts in their hearts through Huang Acan's narration.

But there was another layer of window paper in the middle, so there was no way to get a complete glimpse of the whole picture, allowing them to think clearly.

For a time, the idea of ​​asking Xuan Geying in person became more and more intense in their hearts...

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  "Due to my injury, I had to stay in the wounded barracks to recuperate and was unable to participate in the battle at Baietan. The second half of the above statement is based on what I heard from other countrymen who participated in the battle. Some sayings.

However, their opinions should be quite different. "

With such a sentence, Huang Acan finally ended his narration.

Because the process was really too exciting; and Huang Ashan's mental journey as a farmer participant at that time made these people gain something.

Anyway, everyone present had lost interest in talking.

This situation lasted for more than ten minutes before the three scholars raised their wine glasses to Huang Acan.

They solemnly said in unison: "Listening to your words is better than ten years of studying. The students have been taught today.

Here, please allow the three of us to toast the brave warrior Huang and congratulate the artillery battle at Lion Ocean that day~"

Upon seeing this, Huang Acan quickly raised his glass and drank the glass with the three of them.

After putting down the wine glass, one of the leading scholars asked again: "Huang Zhuangzi, I wonder what your next plan is? Don't worry, I don't have any other intentions.

I just want to see if there is anything I can do to help; I will never tell anyone what happened tonight. "

In the previous narration, not only others figured out some things, but Huang Acan also figured out some things and made some decisions.

After a sudden smile, he became indescribably open-minded.

He said lightly: "It doesn't matter, in fact, it doesn't matter if I tell you.

After participating in the battle of Xuange Camp that year, I could no longer farm in the countryside of Shunde with peace of mind. With the money given by Xuange Camp, I went to Yangcheng to start business.

Although he also made some money, he even married a wife and had children.

But after I understood some truths and no longer felt so confused, my days were not pleasant and I always felt very depressed.

Now the heroes of Xuange Camp are besieged in Old Summer Palace.

I, Huang Acan, am alone, although I am weak and weak, I will fight to the death; just as our ancestors said, a gentleman does something and something he does not do.

Or maybe, even if there are thousands of people, I will go~"

The voice in Huang Acan's mouth was not loud, but when it fell into the hearts of others, it was as shocking as thunder.

After saying all this, Huang Acan stood up, took out a piece of silver weighing five taels from his arms, threw it to Wang Laosan, and said:
  "Staff, this is food money."

It was only after instinct took over that Wang Laosan reacted.

He quickly yelled: "Master Huang, how can you ask for so much..."

He didn't even finish a word, but stopped abruptly; because after throwing out the silver, Huang Acan had already turned around and strode away towards the door.

He left a cool and unrestrained sentence: "Forget it, your wine is good and strong enough, so I'll give it to you as a reward; besides, I won't be able to use the money in the future."

What shocked Wang Laosan even more was yet to come.

After Huang Acan's figure completely disappeared from everyone's eyes, the young Taoist smiled and said nothing.

He also threw a piece of silver on the table, took a few strong Taoist priests with him, went straight out, and chased after Huang Acan.

It was actually self-evident that they planned to do something.

And their actions triggered a series of chain reactions.

During that random period of time, Wang Laosan's guests didn't speak to each other at all, they didn't even look at each other, but they made the same movements.

No one threw down any copper coins to settle the bill, but all threw out pieces, which was a lot more money than the money for food and drinks.

Then he got up and walked into the darkness, heading towards the Old Summer Palace.

Including three scholars who seemed to be powerless, they also drank the wine in one gulp and went out laughing.

Not long after, after putting away all the money, Wang Laosan found that there were actually more than a hundred taels, which was probably better than what he had earned in the past one or two years.

Just looking at this large amount of money, Wang Laosan felt nothing but inexplicable sadness and excitement in his heart.

But there is no such surprise as there should be after making money.

Finally, the young owner of this small shop wrapped up all the money and gently placed it next to his wife who was already sleeping with her young daughter in the backyard.

He took a kitchen knife and followed him out.

Everything that happened above seemed absolutely magical.

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem too outrageous; the fight, sacrifice, inheritance, etc. that Hu Biao and his team put in during the previous mission have finally come to fruition after nineteen years.

To use a saying from the masters: One drink and one peck, could it be a predetermined decision? There must be a reason for the orchid and the fruit...

　PS: I had insomnia and stayed up late last night, so I got up late. The next chapter will be a little later.

　　
  　
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