The devil is coming

Chapter 62 is a master
The evening wind in the north, carrying a biting chill, is like knives, carving the entire land randomly and messily;
It's like those third-rate sculptors who claim to be extremely talented, but after a mess of work, they can only pile up a piece of snow in the end to avoid making people laugh.
Zheng Fan was sitting on a pile of rubble. He was no longer wearing the "Bright Eyes" brand armor he wore during the day.
It was a dark red sweatshirt that Siniang had sewn for herself.
Zheng Fan had seen the Zoroastrian believers who appeared in Hutou City. It was said that they came from the Western Regions, and his sweatshirt could blend in perfectly with them.
Ding Hao stood beside Zheng Fan, holding his spear in his hand. This gun was full of blood today.
Zheng Fan reached out and patted the side of his body.
Road:
"Sit with me for a while."
Ding Hao put down his spear and sat down next to Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan took out a small iron box from his pocket, opened the box, took out two cigarettes, and handed one to Ding Hao.
Then he took out the fire stick and lit it for himself first, and then helped Ding Hao light it.
Cigarettes are still a bit advanced in this world, but this world has already had tobacco products such as hookahs and pipes.
It's just that His Majesty the Emperor of Yan State did not tax tobacco products, which wasted a considerable amount of financial resources.
You must know that in future generations, smokers across the country will suffer discrimination while suffering physical damage. The tobacco tax they contribute to the country every year with fearless dedication is equivalent to the national defense budget expenditure for a year.
However, although cigarettes were a bit ahead of the times, when Ding Hao faced Zheng Fan helping him light the cigarette, he still covered the cigarette with his hands and showed a panicked attitude.
Then, he took a breath and started coughing like crazy.
Looking back again, I saw Zheng Fan puffing away freely, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and asked subconsciously:
"Master, is this thing easy to smoke?"
Zheng Fan shook his cigarette ashes and said something that would be active in QQ space and personal signatures for a long time in later generations:
"What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness."
Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, and a feeling of admiration emerged spontaneously.
The person who can say such words must be in such a terrifying state of mind.
But he didn't know that in future generations, if you say this again, others will look at you as if you are stupid.
"You know, it's late at night, why should I come here?"
Ding Hao thought for a moment and replied:
"Is it for the aftertaste?"
"Aftertaste?"
"Well, actually, my subordinates also want to go back to Tumancheng and see the house where I killed all the people."
Zheng Fan shook his head helplessly,
What kind of perverts are gathered around me...
Forget about the blind man, this Ding Hao is a native of this world.
Could it be said that flies really don’t bite seamless eggs?
"Actually, I don't know why I come here, but I just want to sit here."
This is Chen's house.
The military disaster during the day almost crushed the entire Chen's house to pieces, and everything in the house, including the basement, was looted.
For the big-headed soldiers, this is their revenge on Director Chen;
But this did not stop them from grabbing some good things into their pockets.
Because of this, Zheng Fan's current reputation among the soldiers in Hutou City is quite good. He helped everyone stand out and made a small fortune with everyone.
"What, you don't understand?"
Seeing that Ding Hao was silent, Zheng Fan asked proactively.
Ding Hao shook his head, nodded again, then showed a very tangled look on his face and said:
"Master, please speak your mind..."
"When you speak your mind, you don't have to call me master. I can call you brother, and you can call me... little brother."
"Well... I don't dare."
"That's not true."
Ding Hao's face began to sweat, and he had to turn to Zheng Fan respectfully and said:
"Little brother..."
"Ah."
"Master... little brother, actually, I thought you were very cold-blooded at first, but sometimes, I think you are quite humane. Many times, I, brother, can't see you clearly."
"It's just hypocritical."
"Hypocritical?"
Ding Hao began to chew on this word. The more he tasted it, the more flavorful it became, and the more he tasted it, the more appropriate it became.
"Little brother, I heard someone say before that the literati of the Qian Kingdom like this kind of tune. Sometimes they are sad about the autumn wind, and sometimes they feel sorry for the sunset."
Zheng Fan heard this,
Laughed,
He reached out and patted Ding Hao on the shoulder.
Road:
"I understand."
finished,
Zheng Fan stood up,
Stretched.
Ding Hao immediately stood up and said:
"Master, what do you understand?"
"My life is too comfortable these days, so I'm being hypocritical. In fact, when I was a kid, even though my parents separated early and my dad didn't care much about me, I still had enough money to eat, drink and go to school.
You have never experienced famine, you have never really endured hardship. On this day, when you wake up, someone will arrange everything for you.
You don't actually have to do anything all day long. Even if you do, you just have to be a prince and have a lot of people around you to study with you. "
If outsiders heard this disrespectful metaphor, they might be shocked, but Ding Hao didn't take it seriously.
"From now on, I really can't be pretentious."
Zheng Fan looked around,
Looking at the ruins of Chen's house,
In the world of later generations, no matter how cannibalistic you are, you still have some tenderness. At the very least, in that era, it was possible to have a terminal illness and no money to treat it, but if you really wanted to starve to death on the roadside and no one would care about it, that was unrealistic.
But in this world, since it has chosen this path, it can no longer be hypocritical.
Those two thousand civilians who were used as bait,
Today, the clerk went over and over to "kill" Chen Zhai, who disappeared into thin air.
Here,
It was countless times bloodier than those war-torn areas in later generations.
Zheng Fan took a deep breath,
gritted his teeth,
Said to himself:
"I can't be a burden anymore."
At this time, Siniang's figure appeared in front, and she walked slowly.
When Ding Hao saw this, he left immediately. He knew that Zheng Fan and Siniang had a master-servant relationship, but he had also seen Siniang come out of Zheng Fan's house in the morning.
Si Niang put a cloak on Zheng Fan and said softly:
"Master, can I sit with you for a while longer?"
"No need, go back and pack up, we will leave tomorrow."
"Okay, let's go back to the slave's house and serve you."
"Are you playing with needles again?"
Si Niang gave Zheng Fan an angry look and said with spring in her eyes:
"My lord, if you don't want to play with needles, we can play cards, dice, whatever."
"Are you good at gambling?"
"Well, the slave family is good at being the boss."
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Ordinary people’s birthdays, that is, personal birthdays, are a little more artistic and stylish. You can buy a bouquet of flowers for your mother on your birthday:
The son’s birthday is the mother’s birthday;
Then, mother and son held their heads and cried.
I also heard from Ding Hao that the literati in Qianguo like to play this game, making everyone's birthday look like a funeral, just to compete for a filial name.
When one's status reaches a certain level, a person's birthday becomes a holiday.
Mrs. Zhenbeihou's fiftieth birthday is a festival for the entire Beifeng County.
From about eight o'clock in the morning, Zheng Fan, Siniang and Ding Hao, who had changed their appearance, had been waiting on horseback at the city gate.
Wang Duan and other five centurions and their soldiers arrived on time, and they knelt down to inform Zheng Fan as soon as they arrived. When they met for the first time yesterday, they lowered their posture and
Today the question is: What is the posture?
There are nearly five hundred soldiers, and everyone's face is filled with joy. Yesterday, they made a small fortune. Today, they will follow the master named Zheng to the Zhenbei Hou Mansion. Maybe they will receive some rewards. Everyone is in a very good mood.
But the gifts from each family were gathered together until noon, and the gifts were not yet completely gathered.
Car after car, with servants sent by various families running around to help escort them, it was as lively as a market outside Hutou City.
Finally, the gift prepared by the last family arrived.
It was a large carriage. Of course, this was just the exterior of the carriage. Inside was an iron cage, holding a red snow wolf.
It's not a powerful monster, but the red snow wolf is indeed very rare. This is a gift from Xujiabao. It can be said that it took a lot of thought.
The snow wolf was delicate, and there were people waiting inside the carriage to ensure that the wolf was still alive when it was delivered to the Zhenbei Hou Mansion.
Finally, everything was ready, and Zheng Fan, who had been impatient for a long time, immediately gave the order to set off.
After dark, Zheng Fan ordered the camp to be set up.
Wang Duan and others went to arrange the defense in person, so Zheng Fan didn't have to worry about it. Besides, they had already encountered two groups of Zhenbei Army sentries along the way. This also meant that this was the direct coverage area of ​​the Zhenbei Army, so the security was still very high. of.
Zheng Fan came to the carriage. The two Xujiapu servants beside the carriage recognized Zheng Fan. When they saw Zheng Fan getting on the carriage, they did not stop him and got out of the way obediently.
Opening the door, Zheng Fan stooped down to get in. When he raised his head, he saw that more than half of the carriage was an iron cage. The red snow wolf in the cage looked a little sick and had no energy. He was lying there and taking a nap.
Outside the cage, on the side of the carriage wall, there was a big fat man leaning there, eating roast chicken with relish.
The smell in the carriage must be very bad, after all, Snow Wolf eats, drinks, and eats here, but the fat man still has a good appetite.
Seeing Zheng Fan come in, the fat man broke off a big chicken leg and handed it over.
Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "I've eaten."
"Hey, how did you know I'm here?" Xu Wenzu asked curiously.
"Sir, with your physique, if you want to sneak into the team without being discovered, where else can you go but here?"
"Yes, alas."
Zheng Fan looked around from the corner of his eyes to determine if there were any bodyguards around Xu Wenzu.
When these big shots go out, there is a high probability that they will be surrounded by masters. Kangxi also had Fayin and Sandezi by his side during his private visit in private.
Observation is observation, but verbal kind words still have to be said:
"It's really hard work for you to hide here."
Xu Wenzu smiled and said without any concern:
"Where, where, I have been an official here for most of my life, and I have been a beast in clothes for most of my life. Now it is natural for me to be a carriage with this beast."
"I can't match your Lord's open-mindedness."
"Hey, you are still young and have experienced a lot, so you understand."
"That's right, sir, you still need to study more."
At this time,
The carriage door was opened again,
A middle-aged man with a sloppy body and messy hair came up.
After the man entered the carriage, he sat directly next to Zheng Fan, took off his shoes, and started picking his feet.
Zheng Fan glanced at the man, his heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly became vigilant.
This should be Xu Wenzu's guard.
He was dressed sloppily, his hair was messy, his eyes were cloudy, he smelled of alcohol, he was not polite, he picked his feet in front of his face, and even put them under his nose to smell,
what is this?
This is simply a hidden standard image! ! !
Damn, this is going to be tough.
Xu Wenzu handed the chicken drumstick that he had planned to hand to Zheng Fan to the man. The man was not polite and took it over and started eating.
This scene was seen by Zheng Fan. It seemed that the relationship between the two was very unusual. It had gone beyond the boundaries of master and servant. Bribery was highly unlikely. Xu Wenzu's personal bodyguard was bribed with money. Shui, this is too disrespectful to people who have spent most of their lives in officialdom, right?
After the man finished eating the chicken legs, he reached out to Xu Wenzu for another.
Xu Wenzu chuckled and gave him the remaining half of the chicken.
The man got out of the carriage while eating the chicken happily. Before leaving, he farted very smellyly.
"puff……"
Zheng Fan immediately held his breath;
"Cough cough cough..."
Xu Wenzu was choked so hard that he coughed and his tears came out.
Simultaneously laughed:
"I don't think there's anything wrong with the smell of this beast, but I really can't stand the farts made by this guy. Do you think it's funny?"
"Beasts are supposed to stink. If they don't stink, they will become sperm."
"Yes, that's the truth. One is natural, the other is unnatural;
In fact, it is natural for people to stink, but it is not a natural thing for people to live. People have seven emotions and six desires, people have desires, and people have persistence. There are animals, but they are far worse than humans. "
"Thank you for your teaching." After saying that, Zheng Fan said tentatively: "I'll have someone prepare another meal."
"No, no, no, I'm full." Xu Wenzu said.
"What about the gentleman just now? I think he won't be full after half a roast chicken."
Xu Wenzu looked at Zheng Fan with some surprise.
Puzzled:
"Isn't that person yours?"
"..." Zheng Fan!
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