Chapter 64 Mysterious scribes

When it was given to Jiang Yu, Jia Rong took out 100,000 yuan, that is, ten taels of gold. Jiang Yu said, "Jiang Yu followed the general. It's useless to take these things outside him. Let the general take care of it for him."

Jia Rong said, "Jiang Yu, can you go to the front county for dinner without money? Are you still waiting for me to pay? Take it and go to the county to play with the money.

Jiang Yu took the money and moved the corners of his mouth without saying anything more. He stood aside in silence.

Everyone on this trip was given a reward, and even the person who refused was also prevaricate by Jia Rong for various reasons.

Ten thousand yuan is a large amount for these soldiers, which is enough to settle down. The Qiang soldiers in the cavalry look at Jia Rong with respect and emotion. Since they were submissive to Jia Rong, they have not been excluded by Han soldiers. This is what they dare not ask for, and now Jia Rong gives them another This kind of reward and treating them as brothers also strengthened their determination to follow Jia Rong with all their heart.

The requirements of soldiers are very simple. A general who does not regard them as ants and treat all soldiers equally is worth their persevering, but such a simple request embarrass many people.

The gratitude of the soldiers could not wave away Jia Rong's sadness for the deceased. Jia Rong forced himself to leave this place where he was sad and missed without looking back.

It seemed that in order to vent his unhappiness, Jia Rong rode first and galloped away.

A few days later, more than a hundred people passed through Wuwei County again. On the way, Jia Rong saw the barrenness of Xiliang. The word withering of people's livelihood is not enough to describe the current situation of Xiliang. Xiliang, as the front line of fighting with the Qiang people for many years, Xiliang bears a lot of burdens of military food and military service, and after the chaos of yellow scarves, the Han Emperor Raising taxes makes the barren Xiliang snow worse. It is easy to eat, and there are starving bones on the road.

Looking at the towering Wuwei County in the distance, Jia Rong stopped his thoughts, slowly got off his horse, and shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Let's go to the city for a rest for a day. Let's enjoy ourselves."

The soldiers behind him shouted excitedly and stayed in the army for a long time. These soldiers had long wanted to go out to play, and they had never had a chance.

Jia Rong made an appointment with the soldiers to meet at the time and place, and repeatedly told these soldiers not to make trouble in the city. They must pay for meals before letting them go.

I especially told those Qiang cavalry to be more honest in the city. Although Jia Rong doesn't care that they are foreigners, someone must care.

Guo Yan, Jiang Yu and Li Shun followed Jia Rong, and the others basically walked into the city in groups.

Near the gate of Wuwei County, Jia Rong did not dare to walk like breaking into Hechi County. He obediently got off his horse and walked to the gate.

Near noon, there were not many people entering and leaving the city gate, and soon Jia Rong and Guo Wei came.

The soldiers guarding the gate questioned for a long time before letting Jia Rong and the four of them in, and they did not dare to collect the entrance fee.

Jia Rong has seen the Taishou of Wuwei County. He has such a luxurious mansion. If this person is a clean official, no one will believe it.

After insulting, Jia Rong and his party came to Yuelai Inn, the largest inn in the city.

The inn in Dajuncheng is different from the mountain market. As soon as Jia Rong walked to the door of the inn, a shopkeeper immediately came forward and asked, "How many uncles, do you want to eat or stay?"

Jia Rong said, "Accommodation."

Xiao Er hurriedly called a few people and led Jia Rong and his party's war horses.

Jia Rong told him, "Our horses should be fed with the best forage, and the money will naturally not be less than you."

Xiao Er said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will take good care of your horses."

After saying that, Jia Rong and the four of them walked to the inn.

Jia Rong asked for four rooms, put away the things, and then came down to eat.

The decoration in the inn is not comparable to that of a small town. The vermilion table, vermilion bench, clean hygiene, fresh environment, and unique geographical location make the inn very prosperous.

I asked for good wine and dishes on the table, and several people ate and said something interesting.

At this time, a man attracted Jia Rong's attention. He was dressed in a Confucian robe and was slightly thin. He sat alone by the window drinking. It seemed that something outside the window had been attracting him. When Jia Rong observed him, he never looked inside the inn and looked so out of place with the people around him.

Jia Rong curiously stretched out his head and looked out of the window. At the time, it was still a bustling market. There was nothing worth seeing. Jia Rong, who was surprised, walked to the scribe with a glass.

He walked to the scribe and didn't wait for Jia Rong to speak. He only heard the scribe say, "The general has been watching me for a long time. What do you mean?"

Jia Rong was stunned. He clearly saw that he had been looking out of the window. How could he know that he was observing him? Did he have eyes on the back of his head? Jia Rong thought evilly.

The scribe turned his eyes from the bustling market to Jia Rong and said, "Say it, what's the matter?"

The scribe's clothes are usually the scholar's clothing of the Han Dynasty. There is nothing surprising. What surprises Jia Rong most is that it is the eyes of the scribes. This is a pair of eyes like Li Ru. Its light seems to be able to see through his inner thoughts, even sharper than Li Ru's eyes.

Jia Rong immediately realized that this person is not simple, but what Jia Rong dislikes most is the feeling of being stared at with this kind of eyes. When he was in the Xiliang military camp, he had to be honest with Li Ru. What are you afraid of now? After icing this, Jia Rong also looked at the scribe.

The scribe looked at Jia Rong in surprise and said, "The general hasn't answered my question yet?"

Jia Rong woke up from his eyes, looked at the scribe apologetically, and said, "I'm very surprised to see this gentleman looking out of the window all the time. I want to ask what he is looking at?" Besides, it's fate for you and me to meet each other, and we should have a drink.

The scribe laughed and said, "Look at the world, look at the country!" After saying that, he covered his face with his sleeves and drank up the wine in front of him.

Jia Rong hurriedly drank all the wine in his hand, and then poured the wine for the scribe himself.

Feeling that there was little wine left in the wine pot, Jia Rong shouted, "Xiao Er, bring another pot of the best wine here."

The scribes did not mean any gratitude, as if he knew that Jia Rong was going to ask him for wine. Everything was so logical.

Jia Rong picked up the wine and gave a meal to the scribe, and then poured the wine into his stomach. He felt the warmth in his stomach and couldn't help praising, "Good wine! But it's not strong enough." I'm used to drinking modern high-level wine, and the ancient wine is naturally tasteless in Jia Rong's mouth.

After the scribes finished drinking, he was even more surprised by Jia Rong. According to his own idea, the one in front of him must not understand what he said, and then asked himself. Unexpectedly, Jia Rong did not ask. Didn't he hear what he said?

For what Jia Rong said, the wine was not strong enough, and the scribes also disagreed with it. "General, this is wrong. This wine is a good taste in the wine. The wine is fierce. Why is it not strong enough?" The implication is that Jia Rong doesn't understand wine.

Jia Rong retorted, "Sir, why did you say this? Since I say that this wine is not strong enough, it must be because I have drunk more violent wine than this wine. Why can you conclude with the words of a family?"

The scribes don't know whether Jia Rong wants to argue with Jia Rong or not. He looked at Jia Rong quietly, as if he wanted to see Jia Rong thoroughly.

The two sat so quietly. Xiao Er had already presented the wine, but the two did not move.

Jia Rong took the lead in breaking this strange atmosphere, poured wine, and said with a smile, "Haha, it's a waste not to drink wine!"

The scribe did not drink and asked, "Where is the general?"

Jia Rong waved his hand and said, "Sir, it's really awkward for your general to call me. My surname is Jia Mingrong and my name is Zhiyuan. Just call me Zhiyuan. I'm from Wuwei Hechi County."

The scribe nodded "Oh" and said nothing more.

Jia Rong was quite dissatisfied. He didn't expect that he reported himself to the house according to the rules, and the scribe just said oh and didn't say anything. He couldn't help but be a little angry. The scribe was too rude.

"Why don't you talk?" Jia Rong's tone was clearly questioning.

The scribe smiled and said, "I already know what I need to know, and what else should I say."

After saying that, he looked out of the window and the bustling market.

It was not that Jia Rong didn't hear the previous words of the scribe, but that he didn't understand what it meant. He wanted to think carefully about what this sentence meant before answering the scribe in front of him.

There is sometimes an indescribable gap between the thinking of the ancients and the thinking of modern people, which also creates the illusion of scribes about Jia Rong.

Seeing that the scribes no longer paid attention to themselves, Jia Rong, who felt bored, hurriedly finished the meal and paid the scribe's account and went back to rest. Jia Rong was also a little unsatiable to run around in the past few days.

During dinner, Jia Rong looked at the window seat at noon and found that the scribe was still sitting there drinking. I don't know if the scribe had been sitting here or coming early.

Jia Rong said to Guo Yan, "Brother, you three can order whatever you want to eat. I'll go there and have a look." After saying that, he motioned to Guo Yan in the direction of the scribe.

Jia Rong asked for a pot of wine and sat down beside the scribe and filled himself.

"Are you here again?" The scribe seems to expect Jia Rong to come.

Jia Rong nodded and said, "Uh-huh."

Looking at the scribe's eyes, Jia Rong was very angry. At noon, the scribe was like this. He felt bored and left. Unexpectedly, the scribe was in this posture again.

Since the scribes are not birds of themselves, Jia Rong keeps pouring wine and drinking, and all his nostalgia for Xiuer is placed on the wine.

Looking at Jia Rong, the scribe asked in surprise, "What's wrong with the general?"

Jia Rong drank a glass of wine that had just been filled, and sighed, "If you cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, and raise your glass to relieve your worries!"

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