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The people cheered each other up loudly, but the train did not slow down at all, and continued to run on its own.

The shining talisman lights on the front of the car, under the glow of the sunset, showed an orange-yellow mixed with purple and red, like the pupils of a monster.

The crowd finally panicked, someone jumped off the tracks and tried to climb onto the platform,

However, the height of the platform is too high, unless you are physically fit, it is difficult to climb up by yourself.

Shouts, cries, and calls for help all gathered on the rails.

Seeing that the vehicle was about to pass the platform at full speed, causing countless casualties,

Suddenly, two monks in white floated out from the front of the car.

They stepped on top of the vehicle, clasped their hands and spread them apart.

The invisible strong thought force instantly acts on the people of Shuozhou in front of them.

Everyone flew up, or landed on the edge of the platform, or were pressed against the stone walls on both sides of the railway track, unable to move.

Clang, clang.

The spiritual locomotive galloped past, as if driving through a divided ocean. No civilians were run over, and no casualties were caused.

Twenty carriages, like a long dragon spreading clouds and rain, spewed billowing steam, and passed through Shuozhou Station in a hurry.

Many passengers in the carriage squeezed their faces in front of the windows, overlooking the scene below the car.

Eyes or sympathy, or doubt, or disgust.

This is Shuozhou where the plague is happening, right?

In the first-class compartment, a young man wearing gorgeous clothes and wearing Taiyuan Wang's Jade Pendant (with the word Wang Jie engraved on the back) on his waist, withdrew his indifferent gaze from the outside of the car, shook his head and said: It's really bad luck. These ordinary people , They even came up with a way to block the railway tracks and force the vehicles to stop. I don’t know who gave them the courage.”

Another beautiful woman wearing Qinghe Cui's jade pendant (with the word Cui Yan engraved on the back) nodded and said, Fortunately, we went to Yunzhou this time to represent the Wang family and the Cui family's joint fur business. made an offering,

You can drive them away with mindfulness, or you will really be coerced by these people.

During the conversation, the two monks in white who had driven away the people of Shuozhou walked back to the carriage and nodded towards the two noblemen. Then he returned to his seat and sat down, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

It's like nothing happened.

Most of the worshipers of the thousand-year-old family are like this, taciturn, not saying what should not be said, not seeing what should not be seen.

Yes, fortunately.

Wang Jie nodded and said, The prefect of Shuozhou didn't know what to eat, and he didn't control the epidemic well. Even Yunzhou had similar cases recently, and was forced to block it along with it.

Fortunately, the signboards of our two families were loud enough, and we took advantage of the last chance before the city was locked to get a pass.

Yeah, hehe.

Cui Yan just smiled, but there was some disdain in her heart.

The fool in front of him really thought that with Taiyuan Wang's signboard, he could have no taboos in Hedong. If it weren't for the elders of their own family, who have been friends with the prefect of Yunzhou for many years, how could they catch up with the full train leaving the northern border of Hedong Road.

Speaking of which, the war with Zhou Guo seems to be unavoidable.

Wang Jie seemed unaware of the contempt hidden in the woman's eyes, and said to himself: But this is also beneficial to our family.

Wars always cost money. And the court spends money, which means that the firm makes money.

Armor, bows, arrows, food, tea, wine, clothing, bedding

It is impossible for the government-run workshops of the imperial court to contract the production of all these materials, and in the end they still have to purchase them from private firms.

If the war lasts for ten days, we can earn one hundred thousand guan,

If the war lasts 100 days, we can earn 1 million guan.

If the war continues, we will continue to earn gold and silver.

Let me tell you, the practice of buying land and raising scholars like that of a thousand-year-old aristocratic family is too old-fashioned.

Even if you hold back to the point where there are countless famous scholars and scholars, and the people in the prefecture only know the aristocratic family but not the state of Yu,

As long as His Majesty thinks, he can easily suppress the family. Just like Clan Records and Surname Records.

The current state of Yu has aura locomotives, talisman plates, and workshops for using aura machines. It can be said that it is changing with each passing day.

What age is it, are you still playing in a traditional family?

We should have changed our thinking a long time ago, discarded the cover-up curtain, and made money by doing business.

As long as there is enough money and the relationship between money distribution is wide enough, the aristocratic family and the prime minister, ministers, and clans, you have me, and I have you, it is difficult to distinguish each other, why worry about the suppression of the court and the academy? Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to get rich together?

The more Wang Jie talked, the more excited he became. Cui Yan kept smiling, nodding in approval from time to time, but the disdain in her eyes became more and more intense.

Suddenly, Wang Jie coughed violently, covered his chest subconsciously, and arched his body.

Cui Yan's face changed abruptly, she stood up abruptly, and took a few steps back in disregard of the so-called aristocratic etiquette.

The two priests in the corner of the carriage frowned, approached, and carefully inspected the saliva that Wang Jie had sprayed on the middle table.

Among them, Cui's priest shook his head and said in a low voice: It should not be an epidemic. When those patients in Yunzhou coughed, they coughed up foamy bloody sputum or bright red sputum.

That's good.

Cui Yan's brows stretched, and she regained her demeanor as a woman from a family, and said softly, Wang Liulang, are you alright?

It's okay, cough cough.

Perhaps because he thought it would be unseemly to cough in front of the woman he liked, Wang Jie took out a handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said embarrassedly: Maybe it was because I drank too much with my friends in Yunzhou a few days ago and hurt my throat.

Hehe, I am the eldest son of the Wang family in Taiyuan, and I have eaten too many elixir and immortal grass since I was a snack. Almost never sick.

What's more, the so-called good family must have Yuqing, the princes and generals are the seeds,

The plague will only attack those poor people who are usually unkempt and don't pay attention to hygiene.

How could it infect me.

That's it.

Cui Yan's eyes flickered, and she said softly: I suddenly remembered that Cui's business in Yunzhou still has some accounts that I haven't checked.

Wang Jie immediately stood up, I'll accompany you.

No need, it's all boring book work, so I won't bother Liu Lang.

Cui Yan smiled charmingly, said goodbye and left the first-class carriage.

Wang Jie looked at the back of the other party leaving, smacked his lips, recalled the scent left in the carriage, and recalled his high-spirited talk just now, smiled confidently, feeling that he, the eldest son of the Wang family in Taiyuan, had already Succeeded to make Cui Yan fascinated.

hehe.

Wang Jie rubbed his chin and smiled, then suddenly coughed again, Ahem——

On the same Lingqi locomotive, coughs like Wang Jie's came one after another, and almost every compartment had someone covering their mouth and coughing.

The vehicle was driving on the wasteland railroad track, taking advantage of the night, to rush to the heart of Hedong Road - Taiyuan, the northern capital.