She Song

Chapter 62
Twilight.

Han Xiaoyao led more than ten senior members of Han Ji, wearing white flowers on their chests, waiting outside a large black bamboo shed, which was the newly built Han Ji Heroes Temple.

After a long time, a Taoist priest wearing a yellow and black Taoist robe opened the main door from inside, and everyone filed in.

Although the Qunying Temple, which is three feet deep and five feet wide, is a simple bamboo shed, the interior is spotlessly clean. Seven-star everlasting lanterns are hung on the roof, and incense burners and various offerings are placed on the altar tables.

On the front wall are neatly hung tablets with names, birthplaces, and birthdays, representing the 180 warriors who died in the struggle against the powerful forces of the wilderness.

Under the guidance of the Taoist priest, Han Xiaoyao and others came forward one by one to offer offerings, burn incense and worship, and finally observed a collective moment of silence.

After the memorial ceremony and farewell to everyone, the Taoist priest closed the door again.

Erlang had never seen such a ceremony before, and he finally managed to endure it, so he quietly asked his father: "This old Taoist looks mysterious and mysterious. He won't do anything behind our backs, right?"

"Duang!"

Yuan Shishi gave his son a slap in the face and ignored him.

Jiang Queer hugged the confused Erlang and said with a smile: "Er Gouzi! Do you know why our uncle invited you to eat 'Bao Li'?"

Erlang rubbed his forehead and shook his head in confusion.

Jiang Queer laughed loudly: "Don't you see that my master is so polite? Daozhang Zhang is the direct descendant of Longhu Mountain! Moreover, in the future, all of us Han Ji people will have to hang in there. I didn't break your legs. I guess you kid is burning a lot of incense..."

The atmosphere was solemn and everyone had different expressions.

Not only because of Zhang Daozhang's distinguished status, but also because he was thinking that at some time in the future, he would become a wooden sign and hang it on the wall of Qunying Temple.

However, people live to eat, and they can only seek glory when they die. Today, Han Xiaoyao and other senior officials solemnly stated that these 180 six people did not die in vain!
With this thought in mind, the group arrived at the entrance of the Beidi Floating Bridge, where Yang Yong and the porters were already waiting.

So Han Xiaoyao, Yuan Shishi Jiang Queer and two smart and capable security team members stepped onto the pontoon bridge and walked to the other side under the instructions of Han Ji's left-behind personnel.

Looking at Han Xiaoyao's back, Erniang, who was bathed in the morning light, suddenly chased a few steps and shouted loudly: "Brother Xiaoyao, you must remember to come back!"

Han Xiaoyao stopped, turned around, waved, and responded with a smile: "Okay! I will definitely bring you Zhenji candied haws, and there are a lot of delicious ones!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Er Niang actually felt shy, turned around and stamped her feet and said: "If you laugh again, I won't let brother Xiaoyao eat it for you!"

However, the laughter seemed to get louder...

……

In front of Dongshui Gate, everyone stood on the bow of the boat, with the majestic Tokyo city in front of them.

Yuan Shi had seen it in his early years and was relatively stable, but Han Xiaoyao and Jiang Queer watched it very carefully.

Jiang Queer: My mother-in-law!Isn't this city wall as high as the sky?I finally saw the capital with my own eyes, my life was not in vain!

Han Xiaoyao: In the era of cold weapons, it was worthy of its reputation as a great city in the world. Unfortunately, no matter how magnificent and dangerous the city defenses were, they could not save this city from its final fall.

Nowadays, Han Ji has just sprouted. If he wants to see the sunshine and rain, he must overturn the rock above his head called "Da Song".

He turned around and looked at his excited subordinates, smiled and said, "Let's go into the city."

As soon as the ship passed the checkpoint, Chen San smiled brightly and clasped his fists in greeting: "Chen San has met President Han. I wish Han Ji a prosperous business and good fortune from all directions!"

Han Xiaoyao smiled and handed over his hand: "Brother Chen, I would like to thank you for taking care of me in the past. I will always remember it in my heart!"

After speaking, he glanced at his apprentice, Jiang Que'er understood, took out a cloth bag from his bosom and threw it to Chen San.

The ship continued to move forward, and Han Xiaoyao raised his voice and said: "With some kindness, I would like to invite the brothers to drink tea."

After catching the bag, Chen San smiled even brighter and watched Han Xiaoyuan go away before opening the bag. A roll of silver notes totaled 20 taels.

He knew in his heart that Han Xiaoyao was very generous when he met him for the first time, but he didn't get to know Sangguan very well.This means that the other party does not refuse to make good friends with you, and how good you are depends on your performance.

Stuffing the cloth bag into his arms, Chen San saw a lot of people of all kinds. Anyway, the days were long, so Chen San was not in a hurry to hug his thighs.

However, I always feel happy with an extra income.

Han Ji and his party, led by Yang Yong, approached the shore and headed straight to the end of Maxing Street.

Along the way, Jiang Queer and the two security team members were dazzled by the exquisite pavilions, glamorous shops and restaurants, and the crowds of pedestrians.

Yang Yong was like a master, showing off all kinds of famous places and allusions. His words and demeanor unconsciously revealed that "I am a native of Tokyo, these are nothing", and his pride was palpable.

Jiang Queer and the security guards naturally had expressions of "Wow! That's it, you're so awesome!" Han Xiaoyao always smiled and occasionally chimed in with a compliment or two.

But Yuan Shisi couldn't see any fluctuation in Han Xiaoyao's expression from beginning to end, and thought to himself: This kid is so calm, he is really inhuman!
Led by Yang Yong, the group happily entered the Ping'an Inn. Han Xiaoyao's master and apprentice stayed in the upper room, while Yuan Shishi and the security team members stayed in the ordinary guest rooms.

After entering the guest room, Jiang Queer was stunned. The decorations were covered in red and colorful decorations, the hibiscus gauze curtains and embroidered bedding, the crystal clear tea sets on the round table, the brightly colored fruits, and the rich fragrance...

This is definitely a place where fairies live!

After looking inside and outside, Han Xiaoyao showed no signs of joy or anger. Yang Yong asked tentatively: "Mr. Han, if there is a shortage of things, I will ask the shopkeeper to buy more. If you are not satisfied, I will find another place..."

Han Xiaoyao then looked around the room and said with a smile: "It's very nice here. Manager Lu has taken the trouble!"

Only then did Yang Yong feel relieved. He took Jiang Que'er and explained the precautions in detail before leaving.

Not long after, Yuan Shili came to the upper room alone and said that everything was settled. What should he do next?

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

Han Xiaoyao led everyone out of the inn and found a nearby clothing store.

Although everyone had changed into clean clothes, most of them did not fit well, and they were mostly wearing blue clothes and black shoes. It was obvious at a glance that they belonged to a poor family.

Although Han Ji was doing a lot of construction work to buy grain and cloth, he still had more than 300 guan accumulated in half a month. Han Xiaoyao left more than [-] guan for Sanniang for emergencies, and the remaining [-] guan was exchanged for silver notes and carried with him.

By the time everyone left the clothing store, they had changed their appearance. The two security guards had made a new appearance. The fabrics and styles of the clothes worn by Yuan Shishi and Jiang Queer were more sophisticated, and they were obviously a little bit better.

Han Xiaoyao was wearing a brocade cotton suit, a sable fur cloak, a Ruyi jade pendant around her waist, and a pair of soft deerskin boots. This outfit made her look elegant, elegant and noble.

As the saying goes: Buddha relies on gold and people rely on clothes, but Yuan Shisi clearly felt that Han Xiaoyao's temperament actually suppressed this expensive outfit.

He had to give a thumbs up in his mind: If this boy went to Ma Xing Street, how many women in the building would be willing to recommend themselves for pillow mats?

Han Xiaoyao couldn't see clearly in the bronze mirror, so he asked: "Brother Fourteen, see if there is anything wrong?"

Yuan Shishi looked at it from top to bottom and made sure it was fine.

"The president's appearance is completely different from that of half a month ago. I think it couldn't be more suitable."

It doesn't matter if it doesn't fit, everyone changed their outfits, and the two hundred flowers were gone.

Among them, Han Xiaoyao alone accounted for 180 strings. Even the [-]th Yuan Dynasty was stunned by such a large amount of work, but Han Xiaoyao remained calm.

This is not a nouveau riche mentality, there is really nothing we can do about it.

Ma Xing Street is either rich or expensive, if the clothes are simple, you may not even be allowed to enter the door, so you can only spend by Han Xiaoyao alone, and the four of them are human rights and serve as attendants.

The group of people came out of the tailor shop, looking like they were handsome young men from a wealthy family, and they looked like they were traveling around with them.

"Go, go to State Bridge."

(End of this chapter)