Tibet

Chapter 43 Unreasonable
At night, Li Ye rushed to the backyard of the temple and saw Pei Min. Zhang Xiaopang had already arrived first and was swinging his sword vigorously. Pei Min pointed out from time to time.

"Nephew sees uncle!"

Pei Min didn't mention him playing polo at all, as if he didn't know that he was getting all the limelight today.

Pei Min said lightly: "You are not as serious as Xiaopang, he arrives a quarter of an hour earlier than you every day."

Li Ye whispered: "I'm practicing calligraphy, and I have to write a thousand words every day before I can go out!"

Pei Min looked at him with a slightly softer gaze, and said, "Are you planning to move to the west of the city?"

Li Ye nodded, "Mother has already agreed, and I can practice martial arts under Fengshui in the future!"

A smile appeared on Pei Min's face, "Feng water is indeed better than well water. I hope you can break through the elementary level in half a year."

"What do you mean elementary?"

"Actually, this is my master's understanding. She divides mind control into three levels: elementary, intermediate, and advanced. You are just getting started. Once you break through the elementary level, the two lame Weis are no match for you. At least you can protect yourself. "

Li Ye pondered for a moment and asked, "How many levels do you need to break through to practice the sword of Flying Immortal?"

"It's enough to break through the intermediate level. If you are extremely talented, you should be able to master it at the age of 16!"

Li Ye didn't ask any more questions, he walked to the well platform, took off his coat, and jumped into the well with a polo club in his hand.

Standing by the well, Pei Min watched the turbulent waves at the bottom of the water. He shook his head secretly. Practicing swords in the well with Li Ye's talent really tied his hands and feet a bit.

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Early the next morning, Qiao Xingzhong led the horse to Li Ye's house and handed the black horse to him.

Li Ye held the rein and gently stroked its satin fur. It was as black as varnish without any variegation, which made him very fond of it. When the little flying dragon brought it to him, he immediately fell in love with it. He didn't expect it to belong to him in the end. , What a fate!
Qiao Xingzhong patted the saddle and said with a smile: "This horse is called Mo Jin. It is only three years old. It is indeed a good horse. Take good care of it and don't let it eat grass!"

Li Ye was startled, "Why don't you feed him grass?"

Qiao Xingzhong shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Grass is for raising livestock, war horses are for food, barley and black beans, even if you feed good alfalfa, you must add black bean powder. If you only feed grass, the horses will It is getting thinner and thinner, and finally it is completely useless, ordinary people can't afford war horses, it is really inconvenient, you put the horse in the palace, and the groom of the palace will take care of it."

Seeing that there was no one around, Qiao Xingzhong said in a low voice: "In polo matches, all kinds of despicable methods will be used, and it is most common to attack the horse. People in our team put the horse racing in the palace, just because they are afraid of being attacked. Not Yang Hui, but someone else."

Li Ye also thinks it makes sense. Such a good horse will be hated by others if it is raised in Yonghefang. Many disgusting men are plotting against their mother.

In fact, this is also an important reason why Li Ye wanted to move out of Yonghefang. He didn't want his mother to go out with a hammer all day long.

"Okay! I will ride first today, and I will send it to the palace in the afternoon."

Qiao Xingzhong said happily: "Leader Gao asked me to inform you that the team will start training when they come to the palace tomorrow morning. Five days later, it will be the first official match of the Ningwang team, which is against the Yang family polo team."

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Qiao Xingzhong left on horseback, Li Ye said hello to Aunt Mu, and got on his horse. He happened to be going to look at houses outside the city, and test his horsepower by the way.

"Aye, wait for me!"

As soon as Li Ye turned around, he saw Zhang Xiaopang galloping towards him riding a big green donkey, Li Ye was immediately discouraged, how could he test his horsepower with this donkey holding him back?
Zhang Xiaopang said with a smile: "I knew you would definitely go out of the city to test horses, and you just happened to visit my shop."

"Let's go! I'll wait for you in front."

Li Ye clasped his legs and slammed the reins, "Drive!"

Mo Jin raised his hooves and galloped, running more than ten steps away in the blink of an eye. It was completely different from the old horse before him. He felt a strong force, like the feeling of a tractor being replaced by a Mercedes. I was so excited that I couldn't help but yelled.

He rushed to the gate of the square in one breath, and after a while, Zhang Xiaopang came riding a donkey out of breath.

"Running horses are not allowed in the city, they will knock people down!"

"I know, just give it a try!"

Of course Li Ye knew that he could not run horses casually in the city, so he slowed down his horse and headed towards Yanping Gate.

Yonghe Square is next to Yanping Gate. Yanping Gate is not the main west gate. The main west gate is Jinguangmen. Going out from Jinguangmen, there are still endless shops on both sides of the official road. There are scattered wheat fields separated by villages.

The villages are all close to the Cao River, which is full of boats preparing to enter the city, with rows of green willows on both sides, and groups of women washing clothes can be seen by the river under the willow trees. Curly, children ride cattle slowly along the river.

Such an idyllic scenery, compared with the hustle and bustle of Chang'an City, it is a completely different world, and there is such a big difference between a wall.

But Li Ye was also dumbfounded. Where can I find his home in the 1000-year-old mulberry sea?

In front of you is a straight avenue, although it is not as wide and lively as the main official avenue, but there is no one on the avenue.

Li Ye also knew that it was impossible to find the original address of his home, so he sighed a long time, stepped on the black horse, and shouted, "Drive!"

Mo Jin strode forward and ran like lightning, only to hear Zhang Xiaopang yelling behind him: "I'll be waiting for you at the end of Sanqiao Bridge!"

Mo Jin runs extremely strong and fast, and it can be seen that it has not run so happily for a long time. This is the first time for Li Ye to run so fast on horseback. The wind is whistling in his ears, and the trees on both sides are flashing Pass.

Li Ye had gradually forgotten the troubles just now, and entered the state of drag racing. He shouted excitedly, and the war horse seemed to feel the excitement of the new owner, and ran more vigorously.

The horse ran for more than [-] miles in one breath, and finally slowed down. Li Ye turned from a small road to the main official road, turned around and walked back. After asking all the way, he finally found the third bridge. The town is about three miles away from Jinguangmen.

There are about 1000 households, and a main street runs through the town, with shops on both sides, and the business is very prosperous.

Behind the town is a moderately large river, which is Fengshui.

"Aye!"

Zhang Xiaopang walked over leading the donkey, and said with a smile, "How is it? It's very lively here! My dad's new shop is in the town."

"Look at it!"

The two walked towards the town along a side road, and when they entered the town, it was almost full of pubs and inns?
"Why are there so many taverns here?" Li Ye was puzzled.

"The gates of the city are closed when it gets dark. What do you say about the merchants who can't make it in time?"

Li Ye smiled and said: "I understand, they are all merchants who can't enter the city and come here to spend the night."

"That's the reason, the merchants eat first, and then find the host, so there are all taverns and inns, and there are many such shops!"

Zhang Xiaopang stared at the alley on the right with his eyes like needles, and smiled obscenely.

When Li Ye turned his head, a very long alley was full of vulgar fans, chatting in groups of three or four, and the time for them to pick up customers was at night.

"Brat, didn't my uncle tell you? If you practice stance, you can't vent Yuanyang within three years, do you understand!"

Zhang Xiaopang scratched his head, "Hero Pei didn't say anything!"

Li Ye knocked on the head, "This is the common sense of martial arts, do I need to say more?"

In fact, Li Ye was talking nonsense, and of course he was doing it for the good of Zhang Xiaopang.

After walking nearly [-] steps, Zhang Xiaopang pointed to a nearby tavern and said, "This is it. The owner is one of my clan uncles. He wants to return to his hometown, so he plans to sell the shop cheaply. It occupies an area of ​​one and a half mu. I took three hundred guan, the market price is at least [-] guan, my father gave the money to the uncle yesterday, and the uncle returned to his hometown overnight, we will move in two days."

"Your family doesn't open a grocery store anymore?"

Zhang Xiaopang shook his head, "You need regular customers to open a grocery store. You won't get business if you open a grocery store here, but you can open a tavern. My father has visited several times, and every time it is full of customers, the business is very good .”

Li Ye looked back, at least one mile away from the official road, this location...
"I feel that this place is a bit out of the way, and guests usually don't go so far!

"I also think it's a bit biased, but my father said that many customers will walk around and then find a restaurant to eat at random, saying that there are more customers here."

This reason is a bit taken for granted, why should the guests walk around?
But Zhang Xiaopang's father paid all the money, and the seller also left. It's meaningless to say it's not good, and it's making trouble for others.

However, Li Ye still felt that it was unreasonable for this tavern to be full of guests, and Zhang Xiaopang's father might have been fooled.

　Back then, my father was deceived by this kind of trick. He bought a brick and tile factory. The seller bought high-quality red bricks from outside and pretended to be finished products. He patted his chest on the wine table to guarantee it.

　　In the end, the quality of the soil was poor, and no qualified bricks could be fired at all. My father suffered a lot, and it became a pain in his life. It was still a matter of the 90s.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)