It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Five days later, Mo Wuming and his party set off in the early morning, and arrived at Duchang Mansion two days later. The caravan stopped at the inn, and the young master arranged another team to join the trip.As the leader of the team, Yanzi went to check with the manager on his own, and Liu Wu was the deputy team leader, directing the people to load and unload the goods and arrange the accommodation.

Everyone was busy step by step, Xu Wei dragged Mo Wuming into the private room.The two sat cross-legged on the couch, and there was a small table in front of them. Xu Wei brewed two cups of tea, picked up a cup by himself, raised his eyebrows to signal Mo Wuming: "Taste, wild clouds."

"Oh~, this is tribute tea." He does know about this tea, he once knew about it specially for customers of Haocha.Giving a gift is not about being expensive, but about giving it with your heart. If you send it to the heart of the other party, something worth a hundred or ten yuan can garner a good impression.

Mo Wuming picked up the teacup. The soup was bright in color and fragrant, but light but not greasy. After a little sip, it was mellow and sweet, more flavorful than the one he had drunk in his previous life.

His eyes were bright, and he praised: "Good tea, this Lushan Yunwu tea is rare, and wild Yunwu tea is rare and rarely sold in the market. Wei Shao is very lucky."

"I know you understand, the old man at home rewarded you." Xu Wei smiled 'haha', the corners of his eyes and brows were full of pride, thinking about his twitching face in front of the old man, he swallowed a sip of tea, um ~, this tea is more fragrant.

Obviously, Young Master Wei didn't want to hear what he had to say, he was very pleased with himself, and couldn't tell that this person was so happy to be praised by the elders.Mo Wuming drank tea calmly, it was rare for him to be so sincerely happy, and it was not easy for him to interrupt him.

Xu Wei restrained his smile and opened the folding fan with a brush. This time the fan was simple, with a clump of green bamboo jumping on it, and a four-line (xing) poem beside it. How's it going, I really can't wait to experience that picture of yours."

"Mostly, it should be done a year ago." Speaking of Hot Spring Zhuangzi, he felt melancholy. It seemed that his private residence would not be available this year.

"It's a pity that your place is too far away, and there are too few rich and powerful people. It is not a problem to make money in this Southern Beijing Division."

Mo Wuming is noncommittal, although he won't be able to make a lot of money every day, he can still make a small profit. Besides, he is a chain industry. When the water transportation is opened behind the mountain, Mo Wuming looks down, there will be such a day.

Xu Wei didn't ask Mo Wuming for the shares, he was also really optimistic about Mo Wuming, and he couldn't always take advantage of him when he got along with him, and he emphasized again: "If you have any problems, remember to come to me, I will never shirk. "

"Then let me say thank you in advance, and I will come to you if I have any questions." Mo Wuming raised his glass and toasted the other party with tea instead of wine.

At the end, Xu Wei took out a letter and handed it to Mo Wuming: "Then what, you go to the capital and help me deliver a letter to Xu Zimu, this."

Seeing that Mo Wuming had put away the letter, Xu Wei quickly shook the folding fan twice, then closed it, and told him: "Let him finish his work, be sure to come back as soon as possible, and it's best to come back with you."

"Then what if he doesn't come with us?" Mo Wuming asked subconsciously.Then he raised his eyes and looked at Xu Wei in surprise, what's the matter with this weird sense of guilt?

Xu Wei paused, this is not with you, it will be earlier, if not, "It's okay, he will arrange it himself." What can he do, just wait.

"Well, don't worry, I will bring it to him." Mo Wuming nodded.

The heavy car was driving slowly all the way, and it was late autumn when we arrived in the capital. The autumn in the north is more vivid than that in the south. In the south, it is still green and yellow, but here most of the yellow leaves are falling, and even the evergreen trees are in a wilting fog It looks green.

They stood in front of the city gate in the dim sunset, the huge "Shuntian Mansion" was engraved on the tower, and soldiers in military uniforms stood on it with knives and guns.With a majestic and majestic momentum, the voices of a group of people subconsciously lowered.

Everyone stood at the gate of the city looking up, and a boy wearing a turban greeted them with a smile, "Your gentlemen came from Changdu Mansion, Xu Zimu and Xu's guards sent me to pick you up into the city. Xu guards are waiting in Zhuangzi. Everyone."

Mo Wuming nodded to the boy standing in front of him, passed Lu Yin over, and said in a warm voice, "I'm sorry."

When they arrived here, people from Xu Zimu arranged for them to meet them, and everyone quickly finished their work. A person from the caravan discussed going to the capital to have fun, and when the Double Ninth Festival passed, they set off to go back.

Mo Wuming went to 'Yuliansheng' and took a small seal from Xu Wei. The shopkeeper was very polite to him, and he could visit places that were not open to the public.

As expected of the capital city, as worthy of the rich and powerful Xu family in the capital city, with the old Duke sitting in the town, the Xu family can occupy the top seat in this land where there are so many dignitaries. dash.

The decoration is very luxurious, the interior is full of low-key showing off, and the door plate is said to be the inscription written by the empress dowager.Ordinary people don't talk about going in, they feel ashamed when they stand at the door, and they dare not set foot in inferiority complex.

He turned around casually and left.Although he doesn't feel inferior, he is careful not to offend others. After all, the human rights here are not as good as the imperial power. He is a merchant now, hehe.In such a situation, Yu Liansheng has no customers he can afford to offend.

On the Double Ninth Festival, Mo Wuming woke up early and met Xu Zimu.The visitor greeted him and said bluntly, "Follow me after breakfast."

"Huh?" He held the unfinished steamed stuffed bun, inexplicably surprised, "Where are you going?"

"On the mountain in the western suburbs, Hongfeng just happened to take you there." Seeing the other party in a daze, Xu Zimu explained, "Master told you to treat you well in the letter, and now he is done."

Mo Wuming: ...So it's time to entertain him!

"You, why don't you eat some too?" The other party sat coolly aside, his taste was a bit dry and he couldn't swallow it well.

"I've eaten." He got up very early.

Mo Wuming ate a steamed stuffed bun, hesitating: "How about I pack it and eat it as we walk." Such a cool guy with no expression was sitting beside him holding a knife, he felt like a prisoner...

The visitor frowned slightly, thought for a while and said: "The carriage is bumpy, it's inconvenient to eat. You eat."

Seeing that the other party hesitated to eat, he looked over in confusion, "Don't you like to eat?"

"No, no, then I'll eat it, you can sit down by yourself." What's the rivalry between him and Xu Zimu? Beat around the bush.

He didn't say any more, just finished eating by himself, and poured two bowls of tea for the two of them.Let's play, take it easy, Mo Wuming stood up slowly, smiled and walked out with Xu Zimu.

On the Double Ninth Festival on September [-]th, I climbed up to look far away and planted dogwoods all over the place. Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain.Many people went out to enjoy the maple leaves. Xu Zimu led Mo Wuming to find a secluded road and walked up the stairs.

There are red leaves all over the mountain, and the forests are all burning. Mo Wuming stood in the gazebo on the top of the mountain, looking around, there is a sea of ​​red, but unfortunately there is nothing in his stomach, and he can't write Du Mu's "stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February" famous poems.

The scenery on the mountain was very good, and Xu Zimu was well prepared. The two sat in the pavilion, eating exquisite snacks, looking at the scenery in front of them, very happy.This man brought wine, it was golden and bright pear wine, the fruit wine was fragrant and elegant, not high in strength, it had the effect of reducing phlegm and relieving cough.

Mo Wuming was slightly startled, then smiled, took a drink together, and said with emotion: "Brother Zimu is such a meticulous person."

"Well, it's just right." Xu Zimu glanced at him, then looked out again.

Indeed, beautiful scenery should be accompanied by delicious food. The mountains are high and the heart is broad. It is also a great blessing in the world to be able to raise a glass and drink with friends.He is not very good at drinking, and the north is dry and windy, and his throat is a little dry and uncomfortable these days. This pear wine is just right.

"The caravan will return in the next day, Brother Zimu, you can plan to go back together."

Xu Zimu lowered his eyes, drank the wine in the glass, and said in an unwavering voice: "I won't return for a while." He tightened his fingers on the luminous glass, raised his head and blessed Mo Wuming, "Be careful on the road."

"Well, if you change your mind, go directly to Zhuangzi."

"Ah."

----split line----

Fang Mian rode all the way to the Longxi sub-rudder, and the helmmaster graciously washed him away. After Fang Mian took a bath and changed clothes, the helmmaster invited him: "Vice-master, I have booked a table at Huanongyuefang. Let's go now." go?"

"Let's go." Fang Mian took the lead, accompanied by the rudder master, followed by some sub-rudder stewards.

Fang Mian stayed here for more than three days, dealt with two corrupt stewards, nothing unusual.He frowned, and decided to stay for two more days before returning to Heimuya.

Two days later, Fang Mian rode away from the sub-helm, paying more attention along the way, this mission was full of inexplicable things, there was nothing wrong when he came, and there was nothing wrong at the sub-helm, so it was inevitable that there would be something on the way back.

Halfway through the journey, Fang barely reached the Taihang Mountains on this day. He had just stepped on the stone bridge when he caught a glimpse of light out of the corner of his eye.He had no choice but to turn over and get off the horse. The horse neighed and was hammered to the ground bloody and bloody.

Fang Mian's eyes sharpened, and he stood guardedly. There were seven men standing around, leaving no dead space.Before he could say anything, seven people attacked at the same time.

The weapons of these seven people are all different, they are very strong, and they cooperate very tacitly. Fang Mianfu picked up the knife and axe, and before he could get in front of the person, he was blocked by a chain, turned around to dodge, and took a knife. The tricky angle stabbed at his foothold.

In the middle of the stretch, the seven people were intact, but Fang Mian's limbs were scratched. He looked around, no matter where they landed, these seven people could always cover every gap, making it difficult for him to escape.

He gathered himself together, pushed aside the pistol that was attacking in front of him, jumped up and landed on the person holding the ax beside him, this person was obviously the most adaptable, and could always cover the gap he pushed open.Fang Mian made a gesture and slashed at this person with a sword. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the oncoming chain, turned sideways, grabbed it firmly, and rubbed the blood on his palm. He didn't care, and pulled the person on the other end of the chain towards him, and at the same time With the strength of the iron chain, he flew forward, and the horizontal sword turned into a stab.

The seven reacted quickly, and the person using the double blade threw a throw at Fang Mian immediately, and the other person dragged the person holding the chain, but he was still cut open with a long wound.Fang Mian turned over and stood still, with the tip of the sword pointing down, a string of blood beads rolled down.

These people became more and more cautious, with the hatred of being stabbed, their attacks became more fierce and secretive, Fang Mian was in a panic to deal with it, his hair was wet with sweat and blood, and it stuck to his cheeks scatteredly.Losing physical strength, one didn't notice, and was bound by chains. During the struggle, a long sword was placed across the neck.

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