Chapter 96 Enemy of the Same Enemy, Oneness

There is a long way from Leng Guyun's residence to the refugee area in the western suburbs. However, the bustling area at this time is no longer prosperous. The ubiquitous refugees make this area a little miserable, and the refugee area in the western suburbs is one-third more than when they came yesterday. A roll of meadow, a broken bowl, and a corner that can curl up are the only things these refugees have.

Several people felt uncomfortable all the way. Red Sandalwood, Lan, Wu Cangjuelan and Shuqi are better. At least they can control their emotions. Hao Lianliufeng and Ge Xiyan can't be as calm as they are.

Ge Xiyan has a lot of silver on his body at any time. The son of this money-like businessman didn't pay attention to gold and silver at all after seeing such a scene. From east to west, once he heard the child's crying, he enthusiastically ran over and asked for warmth. He picked up the child and coaxed and comforted him. He didn't think the children were dirty at all. Finally, there will always be some money left to at least make the child full.

Hao Lianliufeng heard the cough and immediately came forward to make a diagnosis when he saw a sick person. He was meticulous and meticulous. He not only didn't take a penny, but also asked Baqi to go to the pharmacy to get medicine in time. And Yaqi, this killer who looks like a human life, is what she says and does it without delay.

The four of them will always help them when they stop, shuttle through the refugees over and over again.

Therefore, the road that could have been walked in half an hour, and the six people walked from early morning to noon.

"Someone finally followed." Ge Xiyan exhaled.

Along the way, refugees kept thanking them, but they were depressed and had nothing to do, so they kowtowed, called goddess doctors, living bodhisattvas, and betrothed daughters, and wanted to serve them more and more. Later, several people did not even dare to enter the crowd and rushed all the way to this refugee area.

"Yi Yan, that 12-year-old girl said she would marry you when she grew up." Red sandalwood rarely jokes.

Ge Xiyan held his head and lamented, and turned to pull Wu Cang Juelan down: "I'm fine. You haven't seen the eyes of those refugees looking at Wulan like heavenly people. By the way, why did this boy do nothing? He just smiled at others. Those people were distracted one by one.

Hao Lian said softly, "That's because he is charming, and Linmu is also good. He has no airs at all. Everyone is willing to get close to him."

Several people talked and walked to the dilapidate house where Yan Yun stayed for a short time. Before stepping into the collapsed door, a little chanting came out of the room.

Several people looked at each other and took a few steps forward to find that there were many people gathered in the shabby house at this time, ranging from their teens to their forties. Although these people's clothes are shabby, their temperament is obviously different from that of the ordinary refugees outside. Most of them hold books in their hands, wear Confucian shirts, and have Confucian scarves on their heads.

One of them saw them separate people coming towards them. It was the weak teenager Yan Yun. When Yan Yun walked a few steps and stood in front of them, he coughed slightly and said, "Yan Yun is slowing down. Please come in."

The washed white sleeves poked into the house, and he led several people into the room. The appearance of the red sandalwood and others soon attracted the attention of these poor scribes. Just looking at the momentum, you know that they must not be ordinary people. In the room, which was originally in a harmonious atmosphere, it suddenly became cold.

Yan Yun is the owner, and naturally he said first: "Guys, these are the nobles from Tandu that I told you. Everyone must have seen them when the gate of Chuling City was opened."

Yan Yun's brain is really good. He said this first, and the attitude of those literati who were born in poor families but a little arrogant soon changed. In any case, others have helped them enter the city, and tit-for-tat is not the work of readers who are full of sages.

Yan Yun naturally felt this change. He stood next to the red sandalwood and continued, "This is Mr. You mentioned to everyone. He is willing to provide an opportunity for us poor students who have no way to serve the country. As long as our poetry is beneficial to the country and the people, then she will invest a large amount to print it out to Chu Lingcheng, Ping Yujun, Pingjun, even Tandu, and even the whole country were sent away! At that time, the people of the whole country will be able to read our words. We are no longer useless. We can use words to inspire others and inspire the people. We can also save the country, and we are by no means weaker than those soldiers fighting on the battlefield!"

Although Yan Yun was weak, he was warm-blooded. The more he talked, the more excited he became, and the whole sick face turned bright red. And none of the listeners have been transformed. Isn't what they lack is an opportunity? They are not weaker than the children of those dignitaries and nobles. They have real talent and learning. They want to have their own world. Who doesn't want to succeed? Who doesn't want to be famous? Which literati doesn't want his knowledge to be recognized or even widely spread?

And red sandalwood gave them such a chance.

The excitement of this group of people is indescribable. One of the middle-aged literati who looks nearly 40 years old said to the red sandalwood and said, "Mr. You, although we are all weak Confucian scholars, we also have blood, and we also want to find a place in this troubled era. Thank you today. If he needs it, we will do our best to help him!"

Red sandalwood nodded slightly as a return gift. She said sincerely, "I don't need you to repay me, and you don't owe me anything. We are just cooperating. For the same purpose, I will contribute to you. I believe in the power of words, I believe in the undimited humanity, and I also give you the trust that can awaken this enthusiasm. I will not interfere with what you want to write in the future, but when the two countries are at war, I hope you can take current affairs as the center, arouse the patriotic enthusiasm of the people, share the enemy, and unite as one!"

Yan Yun then stretched out his palm and looked at them firmly and said, "We have the same hatred and unite as one!"

"We have the same hatred for the enemy, and all of us are united!" Everyone answered in unison, "Bang! Pa! Bang!" The palms are folded together, tightly and tightly.

After being excited, everyone immediately began to discuss the issue of poetry publication. Red sandalwood was neither a poet nor a businessman and did not understand these processes, so Ge Xiyan, who was born in the Ge family, which can be said to be involved, acted as the protagonist. While complaining about being pulled to act as a cooli, he seriously discussed with a group of people. Question.

Hao Lianliufeng took advantage of this time to pulse Yan Yun again for a while, and asked Baqi to go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and tell him.

When he bought medicine, he stepped into the door as soon as he stepped into the front foot, and there was a 'squeal' sound from the sky outside the door. Red sandalwood looked up and saw smoke and clouds spreading over the city's mansion. He immediately got up and said goodbye.

Leng Guyun, it worked.

When the group rushed to the city master's mansion, they felt depressed before they entered. The soldiers outside the door lined up far away, with cold military uniforms, expressionless faces, and a look of strangers. None of the people dared to approach here.

Before they reached the door, they were stopped by the soldiers. On one side, the long guns were stacked in front of her.

The leading soldier shouted in a low voice: "Today, there is something wrong with the city owner's house, idle people, etc., all take a detour!"

The red sandalwood stopped. She did not speak, stood upright with her hands behind her back, but did not retreat.

The soldiers saw that they were very popular and couldn't take an inch, so they didn't know what to do for a while. They just stood in front of them like a door god with a long gun faithfully.

But for a moment, a majestic voice came from the door: "Put down your weapons and invite the distinguished guests to come in."

Collect weapons neatly and uniformly, turn sideways, retreat and stand upright.

Leng Guyun was dressed in armor and was extraordinary. He strode over and stretched out his hand to guide the way and said, "Don't be surprised, you need to be on guard."

"It doesn't matter." The red sandalwood said lightly, "Have all the rice cloth merchants been invited?"

"It's all 'please' here," Leng Guyun said in front of him, "It's a little dishonest. I've also got it. They were all in the front yard. I asked the soldiers to besiege the city in a circle, and I didn't prepare chairs and tea for them. I dried them there.

"Very good." Red sandalwood followed him quickly and praised, "Give them pressure so that they can be honest. Don't think about what you shouldn't think about. If not, hum, your life is in a risk."

The meaning of this sentence, Leng Guyun also knows what to do. Turn around the front porch and you will be there.

Red sandalwood suddenly stopped and turned around. Wucang Juelan kept walking beside her, and it was Ge Xiyan who was walking behind her. She suddenly stopped, and Ge Xiyan behind her almost bumped into her.

After Ge Xiyan stopped his footsteps, he patted his chest with lingering heart and said, "Brother, what is this?"

"Yi Yan, you go first." Red Sandalwood explained, "You are the representative of the Ge family and Shang. You should be with them. And we are now officials, and the interests of officials and businessmen are not the same. You shouldn't be with us.

Ge Xiyan is not a fool, and he immediately figured out what was going on. After Leng Guyun handed a piece of paper to the red sandalwood, he immediately led him in first, as the first rice cloth merchant in Chuling City.

The red sandalwood took the paper roll and looked through it carefully. The more it looked at it, the more confident it was. After reading it, it closed the paper roll with a faint smile on its lips.

Several people waited on the porch for a while and discussed some problems before entering.

Before I saw the courtyard, I heard a businessman shouting from afar, "What is this?" Why did you tie us to the city lord's mansion? What have we done?

"Yes, where is the city owner? What the hell are you asking us to do? What's the matter with sending so many soldiers to look at us?

"There are so many business people, why do they only ask us to buy rice and cloth?"

The pot exploded inside, and everyone quarreled endlessly, expressing dissatisfaction and protest. Leng Guyun sat in one of the chairs that had already been prepared, blowing hot tea and ignored their questions.