Chapter 281 The Marriage of a Minor Official

The sky was bright, and the cry of chickens and sheep came from the far end of the village. The morning wind blew a circle of ripples on the water, and then floated ashore, sweeping the whole village with a strong smell of earth.

The people in the village are no better than the people in the city. Even if it is not the busy season of spring ploughing and autumn harvest, every family is greedy to get up early, year after day, and is used to it. But it's different from usual. Early this morning, the men, women and children in Yuanjing Village didn't have time to pick up two mouthfuls of rice. They pretended to lean towards the head of the village one after another, stood under the locust tree and picked up the sleeves and looked at the exquisite carriage at the gate of the village, pointing points, full of envy.

"The baby of An Laoyan's family is really good. Save the female shopkeeper. In my opinion, tut, there will be delicious food in the future."

"What a fate! Humph, it's just a clerk in Yaozhai to an inn. Look at the scenery of An Laoyan a few years ago. In the end, it's not a bamboo basket.

"What's the matter, buddy? Don't underestimate the clerks of the inn. How many children in our village can have the good luck to be a clerk in the county?

The villagers chatty, some disdainful, some envious, and sighed. Three years ago, the two families of the An family were still tenants outside Li. In just three years, they changed from tenants to a large family second only to Li. There are three large tile houses in the family, including pigs, sheep and cattle. Even if they don't farm, they can live in peace for a lifetime. The people of Yuanjing Village, who have witnessed all this with their own eyes, are naturally envious and jealous. Fortunately, most of the people in the village are simple. Even if they are jealous, they hang on their faces. It's enough to complain a few words. No one will make trouble behind their backs. In addition, the An family and his wife are rich and they are still as honest as before. They are kind to people, so they live. It's also peaceful.

Everyone knows that the development of the An family is caused by Anwazi. If it hadn't been for the great luck of Anwazi to become the shopkeeper of Fuyunzhai in the past few years, he would not have sent money to the An family at intervals. This time, Anwazi was killed by the bandits. After a great disaster, she was favored by the young and beautiful shopkeeper. During the period of coma, she was almost a day. At present, she was going to pick up An Wazi to the inn in the county. The tall horse was exquisite vehicles. The villagers spoke or did not disdain, but they were envious from the bottom of their hearts.

Go to the county to be a valued man. After two years of learning the ability to keep accounts, it is impossible to become the shopkeeper of the inn.

The expectations of the villagers of Yuanjing are over. A clerk who may become a shopkeeper makes them envious of the whole village. If they know the real identity of An Bochen, they don't know how many people will be scared.

"The shopkeeper is really impatient."

It is An who is talking. Although he is complaining, his face is more than happy than sad. The baby had just recovered from a serious illness, and the next day he was called to the county by the pretty shopkeeper. Although it was good intentions, it was always a little unkind.

When An accompanied An Bochen to the entrance of the village and saw the carriage that had come back many times and the faint figure behind the window, his mind suddenly changed completely.

The pretty shopkeeper is really dedicated to his baby. He not only visits his family every day, but also comes to pick up his baby early this morning... Isn't it a little too good? Is it really right for my man?

He glanced at the man who was smoking a cigarette beside him and squinting his eyes. He seemed to be smiling but not a decent man. An quickly withdrew the idea and scolded himself for being too greedy.

"Baby, this steamed bun is just hot. I'll eat it in the car later. Remember, be careful when you go to the county. The shopkeeper treats you well. Don't mess with the shopkeeper..."

He told An Bochen over and over again. An looked up and saw the handsome young shopkeeper come out of the car and waved to himself from afar, with a faint smile on his face behind the veil.

His heart was hot, and then he sighed secretly. An looked at An Bochen, who was embarrassed. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that there was something wrong. Obviously, it was his own child. He didn't see anything yesterday, but today he felt that his child seemed to be somewhat different. As for the difference, an illiterate woman in An's family naturally can't say anything. Fortunately, her man had some insight and opened her mouth to remind her.

"You mother-in-law can't say a few words. When the baby is old, he can't know what he does."

It turned out that the baby had grown up...

An looked at An Bochen happily, rolled up the hemp cloth with the white buns and handed it to An Bochen, but he didn't know what to say.

"Dad and Dad, you go back first. Anyway, the county is close to the village, and the baby will go home when he is free."

An Bochen said something like that he was reluctant to persuade his reluctant mother. After saying goodbye to his parents, he walked to the carriage in the eyes of the villagers.

"Are you feeling better?"

Regardless of whether An Bochen doesn't mind, Simajin held An Bochen's hand and helped him into the carriage, but made An Bochen blush slightly: "I guess the injury is almost the same, but..."

In the middle of the words, An Bochen suddenly stopped, looked at the driver sitting on the long car, and inadvertently frowned.

Although the driver wore a wide bamboo hat, he could not hide his swollen temples and his muscular and powerful arms. Although he deliberately hid his breath, An Bochen could feel that the man's cultivation was about the best.

A driver in the realm of Tianpin?

Turning his head, An Bochen looked at Sima Jin puzzledly. Sima Jin understood and smiled and just wanted to say something. At this moment, he heard a shout in the distance.

"Anwazi? Anwazi, hurry up!"

In Yuanjing Village, he will talk like this. In addition to the old village who can no longer bite the dates, he is the panting middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's dress is different from that of most people in Yuanjing Village, but he is dressed in a purple-blue satin robe. He wears clams before the hot summer arrives. Fortunately, the clences are big enough, otherwise he can't hold his fat body.

As soon as he saw the middle-aged man Sima Jin, he felt very familiar. He opened his eyes and his mouth was slightly round. He pinched your An Bochen's hand for a long time: "Little Anzi, he is..."

Seeing the middle-aged man running eagerly, An Bochen's face changed slightly, and he didn't have time to talk to Sima Jin. He heard the man laugh and said, "Anwazi, you didn't wake up when Uncle Li went to see you the day before yesterday. He went to deliver food yesterday and returned to the village in the evening. He planned to talk to you today, but I didn't expect to leave so soon. It's..."

Listening to the fat-headed, big-eared and red-faced middle-aged man talking about it for a long time, Sima Jin laughed secretly. The father and son were hesitant, and the other liked to go straight, which was so strange.

The speaker calls himself Uncle Li, and his dress is so bright that his identity is naturally about to come out - Li Xiaoguan's father, the legendary Li Yuanwai.

Listening to Li Yuanwai's closeness, An Bochen became more and more uneasy.

Last night, he only cared about his own practice, but forgot about Li Xiaoguan, who was also from Yuanjing Village.

Although Li Yuanwai is eager for quick success and interests and likes to follow the trend, he is a kind-hearted person. Otherwise, he would not have been forced to go to two mu of land by the poor An Laoyan. When An Bochen's family was still a tenant of Mr. Li, Mr. Li did not stay well, but let An Bochen accompany Mr. Li to Beijing, so that he had today's creation.

In An Bochen's life of less than 20 years, Li Yuanwai was obviously a nobleman, but An Bochen left his son in Liujing. He heard from Hong Fu that the little official led the Hu Ben camp to go on an expedition with the army. At present, his life and death is unknown. If Li Xiaoguan really has a lot of advantages and disadvantages, An Bochen will no longer have the face to come to see Li.

When An Bochen was in a hurry, his palm slipped into a piece of warm jade. Looking around, it was Simajin holding his hand and blinking, but hinting at something.

An Bochen's heart was a little flat, but he was unexpectedly looked at on the spot by Li, who was standing next to the carriage and spitting. His eyes fell straight on the hands of the two people. When he looked at An Bochen, his eyes were shining and only gave him a high thumbs up.

After discovering this secret, Mr. Li was proud. He just wanted to go back to the village early to interrogate An Laoyan and cheat him of two pots of good wine, so he did not beat around the bush and coughed heavily, "Anwazi, Uncle Li wants you to help send a message to the minor official, so he said... Just say that his father helped him find a good marriage and let him go home when he is free and go to see his in-laws together.

After Li Yuanwai finished speaking, he looked at Simajin, wink at An Bochen, and turned around.

"He just said... Did you get married to Li Xiaopang?

When Li Yuan went far away, Simajin muttered, with a trace of incredible absurdity in his tone.

Unlike Simajin, An Bochen's face was calm: "The little official is not young, and it's not too early to get married at this time. Yes, do you know where the official is now?

Shaking her head, Simajin looked at An Bochen in distress and said, "I'm not saying that the young official is young. But now he... It's going to be troublesome."

"Trouble?" An Bochen's face was puzzled. He looked at Simajin and his heart was chilled: "Isn't it a place where the petty official injured something that shouldn't be hurt? No, he is a knife and a gun..."

"Don't guess. I'll tell you everything when I get to the county."

Simajin said.

While talking, her hand was always in the heart of An Bochen's hand, naturally, and An Bochen seemed to take it for granted.

The two of them first shocked the "Li Daguan" and were seen by the driver in front of them.

A trace of complexity flashed in his sharp eyes, and the driver said in a low voice, "Lord, do you want to go on the road?"

"Let's go on the road."

Simajin nodded, looked at the driver, and said, "Xiao Anzi, his name is Wang Meng. He used to be from Shifangfu, but now he is the handle of our inn."

The handlebar style of Tianpin Realm?

Looking at Sima Jin sitting side by side with an understated look, An Bochen curled his lips. Just as he wanted to say hello to Wang Meng, he suddenly heard Wang Meng say, "The driver must be the crazy dragon general who washed Guannan with blood. Long time no time."

Wang Meng's tone was calm and even indifferent, but An Bochen caught a trace of thought-provoking.