Wu Tang Flourishing age

"Honest uncle. Forget it, nothing."

The ox cart turned around and went towards Anning county. The sun gradually shifted to the West. The sky suddenly became gloomy. The fine snow particles like flour were still one in the East and one in the west at the beginning, but they became dense in the twinkling of an eye. Fang Jie really didn't understand. Is it different from the dynasties? The ice age has also changed. The ice age of two or three hundred years has been advanced, Otherwise, in the direction of the southeast coast, how can it get colder and colder in winter?

Li Luoyang just couldn't understand. How could a "strong man" suddenly appear to stand out for him? In addition to teacher Li and Zhu Donghe, Li Luoyang doesn't remember what heroes he knows. "Who likes reading? But he shouldn't. He should be a mature man and can't kill people indiscriminately."

"Boy, you're a big deal this time. It depends on the relationship between you and Liu Ting. If he's not happy to help you, you'll die."

Zhu Donghe's not alarmist. Even if things happen in villages and families, most of the time the officials in charge of adjudication must respect the opinions of the elders. After all, a county magistrate takes charge of the affairs of a county. How could he be busy without the help of the elders? Since it is inseparable from the clan elders, in the absence of special circumstances, officials will certainly be more towards the clan elders.

"You don't have to worry about this. If you are so kind, you might as well help me understand. Recently, there are some green forest figures in Anning county. You should have contact with them?" Li Luoyang said coldly.

"No contact, I'm not from the green forest."

"No?" Li Luoyang smiled coldly, "do you think I will believe it?"

"Believe it or not, it's your business."

They talked one by one across the plank between the carriage and the handle. Until the ox cart returned to Anning County, Li Chengcheng kept silent and basically made no sound. Until Zhu Donghe jumped off the ox cart at the gate of the city, Li Chengzhen suddenly said, "Luoyang, can he trust?"

"Honest uncle, I know what you're thinking. It's not him. It was midnight when I went to him last night, unless he could fly."

"Oh." Li nodded honestly and said nothing more.

Back home, Li Luoyang seemed a little stuffy. Even Zhu Ying saw it. After dinner, the little girl pestered Li Luoyang and stuffed her only doll to Li Luoyang.

"Little yingzi, what are you doing?" Li Luoyang was a little embarrassed. Even if he wasn't a jumper, a teenage boy wouldn't like cloth dolls.

"When I'm unhappy, I feel better slowly. Brother Luoyang, do you miss your parents too? In fact, when I can't sleep at night, I will think of my parents and grandpa, and I will shed tears. Then I will hold it. It has no parents, which is more pitiful than me."

"Xiaoyingzi is so good. Will the doll accompany her brother tonight?"

"OK, OK, as long as you can make your brother happy, the doll can accompany you for two nights."

Looking at Zhu Ying happily taken away by Chen Ma with a doll in his hand, Li Luoyang felt very complicated. Yes, the more a person grows up, the more difficult it seems to be to achieve happiness. Is this right or wrong?

"I can see why people should drink Mengpo soup after they die. It's meaningful only to completely forget the past and reincarnate. Otherwise, even if I start as a child, what happiness can I have?" he shook his head. Li Luoyang returned to his room with a cloth doll and put the doll squarely at the head of the bed, next to the pillow.

"You can sleep with me tonight. I hope you can bring me a good dream."

On the other side, Zhu Donghe didn't know how to get home. Wu Xinyi was reading the story written by Li Luoyang with relish. Zhu Donghe glanced at the crumpled paper and said, "I don't understand what it's like for you scholars to look over and over."

"So you are not a scholar. You don't understand the fun of reading."

"What you read is not a book, just a story written by a child." Zhu Donghe said with his mouth tilted.

"Anyway, I haven't seen a more talented young man than him, at least in writing stories. Well, in fact, his martial arts savvy and perseverance are also very good." Wu Xinyi didn't realize that her view of Li Luoyang has changed a little, and this change can be said that the story of Li Luoyang is imperceptibly influencing Wu Xinyi. In a sense, This is the power of the pen holder.

Since the invention of words, the power of the pen holder has become more and more obvious. When the dissemination and acquisition of information become easier and easier, the power of the pen holder has become more and more powerful. Even in this big week, the society is far from entering the era of information explosion, and the power of the pen can not be underestimated. Wu Xinyi may not understand this, but the Liao family has already felt it clearly.

Several consecutive issues of Liaozhai anecdotes have been successfully smuggled by Li Luoyang. In Anning County, through the efforts of Moxiang bookstore, Liaozhai anecdotes has become a kind of phenomenal reading material. Readers do not recognize this kind of strange novels, but they can't put it down. Illiterate people regard it as the best pastime after dinner. One story for you and one story for me, Is the best dish to accompany the meal.

Driven by this phenomenon, the Liao family in the story soon became the villain in the eyes of the common people. Although Li Luoyang has not really connected the Liao family in the story with the Liao family who once lived in Anning County, some people have begun to associate it like this, and spread their inference everywhere, so that more and more people are interested in it.

The power in the group is naturally powerful. Many clues gather with word of mouth. I believe that before long, more hidden behaviors of the Liao family will be discovered. It really responds to the words of the great leader: the power of the people is infinite.

As a parent of Anning County, Liu Ting has also been troubled recently. Lord Ma, the official Yin, replied a letter to him, which surprised Liu Ting. He opened the letter with joy and trembling. In addition to the greetings and courtesies in officialdom, Lord Ma even used thick ink and heavy color to explain the relationship between him and the Liao family. To sum up, it was four words - no relationship.

As a matter of fact, Lord Ma doesn't need to write such a letter to Liu Ting. The reason why he has this letter is also the credit of Li Luoyang's stories. Of course, Wu Cheng can't help it. If he didn't send dozens of copies, I'm afraid Liaozhai anecdotes wouldn't have such a huge impact on the city.