After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Among the seven towns in Yunzhou, Fuming Town is definitely the one with the best information.

The people of Fuming Town knew earlier than the people of other towns that General Gu Nanxi had advanced more than 800 miles!

It’s already nine hundred miles!

However, the further north they went, the harder it was to advance, because Wang Ting Khan kept sending people to urge other grassland tribes to resist with all their might.

These days, the first question people in Fuming Town ask is "Where has the general advanced?"

In pubs, teahouses and restaurants, the topic of conversation is all about this!

Then, under the leadership of the head of the village or the head of the neighborhood, the neighbors began to prepare for the celebration banquet.

In Fuming Town, the Geng family courtyard was crowded with people again.

"Aunt Geng, how many dishes do you think we should prepare and what kind of drinks should we prepare?"

"Yes, we made some money this year, so there's no need to save money for us. The general has returned triumphantly, and it's such a great occasion, so we can spend as much as we want!"

"I inquired and found out that the restaurant next door wants to prepare 28 dishes! Damn it, 28 dishes require two long tables, wouldn't that take up our space?"

"Aunt Geng, when the time comes, your family will stand in the front and represent our neighborhood!"

Aunt Geng sat at the square table, holding a brush and frowning. What menu should she draw up?

The general and his men have returned from a long journey, and we definitely cannot give them dry food to eat, as it will cause them to choke.

But they can't be too sticky, which will damage their image.

You must choose the best fruit wine for your drinks! Because the general can't drink much, he might get drunk if he drinks celebratory wine all the way!

Those rough old men in Gu Jiajun's army don't like to be particular, they just like to eat meat.

I heard that Gu Shisan likes to eat sweet and sour food, so I have to prepare a dish for him.

A group of people surrounded Aunt Geng, chattering and giving her advice.

Old man Geng sat on the roof of his house, looking towards the north and smoking his pipe in silence.

He lit a copy of Yunzhou Weekly with his pipe. Under the flickering flames, wisps of smoke rose into the sky, swirling.

"Don't worry, don't worry! I'm burning these for you to see, don't grab them. It's hard to buy Yunzhou Weekly now, and we only have this one copy. I'm burning them for you at the risk of being beaten and scolded by my wife. If you receive them, come to my dream and let me know."

"Did you all know that there was a great general in Yunzhou, so you all reincarnated there? Why don't you come to see me?"

"I don't know where the disciple I accepted for our sect has gone! If there is a spirit, please remember to bless him! He is the only disciple of our sect!"

Old man Geng seemed to have endless things to say.

In the past, he was too embarrassed to talk to his master, senior brothers and sisters, and he could only burn paper and incense quietly every time.

But now, he is tough!

The fire was completely extinguished. Old Man Geng stood up, patted his butt, and glanced at Aunt Geng in the crowd. He quickly blew away the ashes on the roof.

Then he pretended nothing had happened and staggered to the kitchen, intending to make some hot tea for the old woman.

……

Yunzhou was bustling with activity, and Shuozhou was also busy.

"Where is the Imperial Envoy?"

"We'll be at our post station soon!"

The Shuozhou Postmaster cursed: "Those bastards, why don't they know to delay it a little longer?"

"No way, the one who came this time was Wang Jiuhe, the Li Zheng of the Dali Temple!"

Although the official rank of Dali Temple Li Zheng is below the fifth grade, there is only one Dali Temple Qing and one Dali Temple Shao Qing above him, who can be regarded as the three in command of Dali Temple.

What's more, Wang Jiuhe, the chief of the Dali Temple, is only thirty years old. He has the powerful Wang family behind him. It can be imagined that he will have a bright future and will enter the cabinet in the future.

The postmaster's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could almost pinch a fly to death.

It would be great if the imperial envoy sent this time was the same as General Niu and the Prince of Chengguo who came last time!

Why did they send Wang Jiuhe? !

A child of destiny like Wang Jiuhe is really a perfect match! I'm afraid that verbal threats alone won't scare him!

"Come here, kid!" The postmaster called a few postmen over and whispered something into their ears.

A hint of hesitation flashed in the postman's eyes: "This is not a good idea, what if the higher-ups investigate?"

"So you plan to release them to Yunzhou now? The general is still fighting bloody battles on the grassland! What if Wang Jiuhe stabs you in the back..."

The postman's eyes became firm, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I did it!"

At this moment, Wang Jiuhe's team had arrived at the foot of the mountain less than ten miles away from the post station.

"We will be able to reach the post station before the sun sets. After resting for a day at the post station, we will be able to reach Yunzhou in another day." Aide Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

We traveled in such a hurry that the trip, which was supposed to take more than 20 days, was shortened by five days.

"Yeah." Wang Jiuhe's eyes were cold and his gaze was always on the book in his hand.

Jiang Cheng has been with Wang Jiuhe for many years, and their relationship is more like that of friends: "You are so anxious to go to Yunzhou, don't you want to meet your brother as soon as possible?"

"I am ashamed to be associated with a family that has abandoned them."

Jiang Cheng smiled indifferently and said, "If you have the ability, then stop being distracted!"

That's right. Back then, how talented was his cousin? Yet he chose to be a county magistrate in a small border town!

Now, many years have passed, Wang Jiuhe has been promoted to the position of Li Zheng of Dali Temple, while that person is still a small county magistrate!

It's really sad.

The ten-mile journey was completed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Jiuhe and others received a warm welcome from everyone at the post station.

Wang Jiuhe was not such an unkind person, so he naturally smiled at the considerate postmaster.

"Yicheng, you don't have to worry. We'll leave after a night's rest. Ask the kitchen to serve us some hot dishes, but make them lighter. We prefer light flavors."

The smile on the postmaster's face froze, and he said in embarrassment: "Sir, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave tomorrow. There is a bridge to cross from here to Yunzhou, and that bridge is broken today."

Wang Jiuhe's eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked the postmaster up and down and asked inexplicably, "What a coincidence?"

The postmaster nodded repeatedly: "We are poor in Shuozhou, and this bridge has been in disrepair for a long time, so it is broken. Fortunately, no one was on the bridge when the accident happened, otherwise there would be casualties."

Wang Jiuhe straightened his sleeves and raised the corners of his mouth: "I have been in Dali Temple for so long, and the sentence that impressed me the most is that if there are so many coincidences, then it is definitely not a coincidence."

Wang Jiuhe looked straight into the eyes of Yicheng: "Since I came to your Shuozhou, too many coincidences have happened. It's as if someone doesn't want me to go to Yunzhou. Yicheng, tell me, am I right?"

"How could that be?" The postmaster's mouth was tightly closed, like a clam shell.

No matter what, the postmaster insisted that the bridge was broken because it had fallen into disrepair.

Wang Jiuhe and others had to either wait for the bridge to be repaired or cross the mountains.

However, there are many wild animals in the mountains, and it is easy to get lost...

It depends on how they choose!