Wu Tang Flourishing age

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the letter from home reached ten thousand gold.

For the ancients, there was no telephone, no telegram, no limited time express delivery, and even there was no professional postman for correspondence, either to villagers or friends. Therefore, a home letter from afar is very important and can "reach ten thousand gold".

"But who will write to me? Is it Li Guo, mother?" Li Luoyang took the thin letter paper and found that there was no envelope or even a title outside. It was simply wrapped in a piece of white paper. Obviously, this style should not be written by Lin Luoshui, and it could not be Li's in theory.

Li Luoyang didn't know until he opened it. It turned out that the letter was written by Wu denggui.

Obviously, the old soldier who retired from the army for many years has neither literary nor calligraphy skills, so the letter to Li Luoyang is a piece of yellow paper one foot square, with a few words on it: Li Pingwu, house, gone. The reason why Li Luoyang knew that the letter was written by Wu denggui was because he drew a horse in one corner of the letter paper. Of course, the horse looked like a quadruped snake. Maybe Wu denggui didn't think it was very similar, so he drew a whip on the horse.

"Luoyang, what does it say?"

"It was written by Uncle Deng GUI." Li Luoyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed through his eyes. "It's nothing. By the way, Uncle Li, I want to meet Zhang Ling. Don't you think so?"

"Meet Zhang Ling? It should be no problem. I'll make an appointment for you later." Li Bai nodded and was about to leave. Li Luoyang suddenly said, "forget it, Uncle Li, I'll make an appointment with him when I think about it."

It's not that Li Luoyang didn't think well, but just at that moment, Li Luoyang suddenly felt that he was too weak, so Li Pingwu stepped on it again and again. Thinking of this, Li Luoyang asked Li Bai to stop. Maybe this time he could come back to Li's village in another way, or let Li Pingwu and others see if without Li cunxiao and Lin Luoshui, Li Luoyang is a poor orphan who can be bullied by others?

"Honest uncle, I just received a letter from Uncle Deng GUI."

Li Chengcheng now lives in Liao's courtyard. Anyway, Nuo's yard is empty, and the right should be used as waste. Li Chengzhen, who is busy in the blacksmith shop every day, always comes back with his tired body when the lights are on. Li Luoyang originally asked mother Zeng to prepare dinner together, but Li Chengzhen is always unacceptable. It is said that he is uneasy. This kind of thing is not very good. Reluctantly, Li Luoyang let it go.

At this moment, when he came in, Li Chengzhen was busy burning fire and cooking. When he saw that it was Li Luoyang, a simple smile appeared on his dark face and nodded.

"Li Pingwu again"

Li Luoyang also knows that Li Chengzhen is not good at words. It's inconvenient for him to speak in front of Li Bai. Although there is no difference between talking to Li Chengzhen and talking to a tree hole, Li Luoyang starts with Wu denggui's letter and talks about some psychological thoughts. People are always a social creature. Sometimes it's bad for their health to hold too many things in their hearts.

Squatting on the fire, Li Chengzhen turned his back to Li Luoyang. On the surface, he seemed to have no reaction, but under the bright light of the fire, a sharp brilliance flashed in his dull eyes.

Unfortunately, Li Luoyang couldn't see the flash, so he couldn't see a real Li Chengzhen.

"Honest uncle, can you stop your work? If you can, I'll go back to Lijia village with you and the old man Zhu next door."

"Well, medium."

Li Chengzhen finally responded. He turned around and grinned. He was simple and honest.

"Why should I go with you?" in contrast, Zhu Donghe is not so easy to talk. Zhu Donghe found Li Luoyang when he climbed over the wall with a ladder, but he neither stopped nor helped. He looked at him with both hands by the ladder.

Thanks to Li Luoyang's recent cultivation of "small gains", both physical fitness and agility have improved. It's hard for him to climb walls and move ladders.

"Don't help? It's OK." Li Luoyang clapped his hands and his eyes slipped up and down. Although there were no eye-catching things except Zhu Donghe and no one else, Li Luoyang was sure that the "that" was nearby, so he spoke a little higher. It was late at night. I believe the "that" can be heard.

"Let's calculate how much the little girl has eaten and used me recently, and then how about you settle the account first?"

"Shameless!" Zhu Donghe rolled his eyes.

"That's not what I said. I'm not a good hall." Li Luoyang spread out his hands and said with his mouth curled: "Although I took the initiative to take in the little girl, you can't take my kindness as due? If you don't want to admit it, I can go to the Yamen tomorrow morning. You know I have something to do there. I believe there should be no problem signing the little girl as my child's adopted daughter-in-law."

"Dare you!" Zhu Donghe stared with big eyes and bulging nostrils. Although he knew that 90% of Li Luoyang was talking nonsense, he still couldn't accept such remarks. After all, he was his own granddaughter. Who was willing to be someone else's child daughter-in-law? What's more, Li Luoyang looked so unreliable. Even Zhu Donghe, who hadn't read for a few years, could see it.

"We'll start early tomorrow morning. We'll meet outside the gate in the south of the city. Remember, see you or leave."

Li Luoyang smiled and began to climb the ladder again. When he got to the wall, he struggled to pick up the ladder and put it down from the other side. It was really dangerous. Fortunately, he was steady and mature, otherwise he would fall down if he wasn't careful.

From a certain point of view, Zhu Donghe really hopes that Li Luoyang will fall. Anyway, even if his legs are broken, he can write stories to earn money and support himself and Zhu Ying. In that case, Zhu Donghe thinks it will be easier and worry-free. Unfortunately, nine times out of ten, Li Luoyang smoothly walked down the wall, put down the ladder and went back to his room. The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared in Zhu Donghe's ears.

"Girl, what do you think of this?"

Wu Xinyi's figure quietly appeared beside Zhu Donghe. Seeing her appear, Zhu Donghe quickly put away his angry face, slightly bent over to Wu Xinyi and asked respectfully.

"What do you say? You haven't understood his temperament for so long? He must do what he believes. You can't stop it, and I can't stop it. I don't know what he wants to do when he goes back."

"It's inconvenient for the girl to show up. I'll ask him?"

"You'd better ask again tomorrow. I'll go to see him practice martial arts." Wu Xinyi finished her words like a white cloud floating on the wall.