Chapter 569: Busy years before the trip

When they came to the mountain, Yang Jing and Xia Yong were waiting.
Although Miss Jun decided to bring the person back, the sentinel also reported to everyone that there are outsiders entering the village, but the account of the account is still to be explained.
"You talk." Xiao Zhi said, waving to Liu Yan's cook, "Let's take this place."
She took Liu Liu, the wife of Liu, into another room.
"Khan Qing has already told us about the time." Xia Yong took the initiative to say, "Where is this lady going?"
"They are going to Daming House." Miss Jun said.
The Daming Mansion of Hebei West Road, nowadays, is mainly concentrated in the north of the river between the river and the north of the river.
The Kaide government's dilemma has been lifted, and because of the emperor's fright, the An Lijun and the Guangji Army of Beijing-East Road have already increased their support to the Da Ming House.
Therefore, for the entire Hebei Road, Daming House is the most stable.
Many people have to go there.
It is not surprising that the destination of this woman is a big name.
"My guards have been very good with Xia Dashu, and I took them with them." Miss Jun said.
Xia Yong looks complicated, naturally understands her meaning, she should do something, do not bother them.
"I am familiar with this road. You can rest assured that I will be able to come home at the latest on the 15th of the month." She then laughed.
Although she has never walked through, she has walked through the heart several times with her enthusiasm, and the detailed map of the village is marked.
She also just happened to verify how accurate this map is.
Come back home.
Xia Yong couldn't help but look at Yang Jing.
"I will buy some cattle for farming in the spring of next year." Yang Jingxue said, "I heard that everything is rising outside."
Xia Yong suddenly understood.
"I don't know if Miss Jun is lacking in people's hands?" he said with a plastic surgery. "Let's take a trip, how much can Miss Jun give?"
Miss Jun smiled, and her eyes were awkward.
Family, they take her as a family member.
How is the family willing to let her alone?
"Remuneration, I received 50,000 silver, how to score for 220,000." She smiled, and with a bit of a playful blink.
"Although I mainly contribute to everyone, I still have to take the big picture. After all, I am here."
She pointed her finger at her head and looked a little heavy.
"I promise, I will take everyone back and bring everyone back."
Her voice fell, Xia Yong and Yang Jing looked at her look slightly changed.
Xiao Zhi, who was inside, suddenly reached out and held his mouth and stopped talking.
I was listening to her saying that the chef who wanted to cut the cloth was looking at her, and Zhao Hanqing, who was sitting on the side with the croquettes, also looked over.
"Mother, what happened?" she asked.
Xiao weaving a light cough.
"Suddenly the throat hurts," she said, turning around and picking up the kettle on the side and sipping a glass of water.
Zhao Hanqing did not care, and came over.
"I am also thirsty," she said.
Liuer licked his mouth.
"Eat so many meatballs, not thirsty," she muttered.
"You haven't eaten too much." Zhao Hanqing said unceremoniously.
Xiao Zhi smiled and poured water on Zhao Hanqing, and waved Liu Liu.
"Liu Er also comes for a drink," she said.
Liu Er immediately came over and watched the two girls drink water. Xiao Zhicai took the teacup and took a bite of it slowly. Some slightly bitter camellia slipped through the tongue.
I heard the girl outside talking to my ear.
".. Choose Yang Dashu, Xia Dashu, you are not, do not divide my people or your people, who is suitable for whoever you are qualified to choose."
"Oh, there are still, though, let them live in, our identity is still not exposed."
"This is very simple, just about the New Year, everyone is busy years." Xia Yong said.
Busy years.
Yes, the twelfth lunar month, another year has passed, really fast.
"Well, before I left, I was busy with everything at home." Miss Jun smiled.
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The screaming pig screamed, and as a knife broke in, it suddenly became a bark.
The screams of the pigs were so scary.
The people around them slammed back and seemed to be greatly frightened.
There are two or three familiar men in the people who saw this shunned and looked back. Liang Chengdong stood on the sidelines and pumped.
Afraid to kill pigs? This killing pig is not killing people? Those who slaughtered those people that day did not see you afraid.
The roar of the pig is getting smaller, and the basin that receives the blood is gradually full.
The wooden boards were put up, and the peeling knives were also smashed, only to be exhausted.
"Look at killing pigs, see killing pigs."
The children who held the newly made hemp sugar ran around and laughed.
"Chengdong brother, do you still see killing pigs?"
Someone said later.
Liang Chengdong looked back at his two brothers coming over.
"Do you have tofu over there." One of the eyebrows said, "The pulp is cooked and many people are waiting to drink."
"I haven't seen playing tofu for many years." The other one took a few sighs. "Since I left the village, I look at it now. It feels so kind, just like my village."
Village:
These people are not really villagers.
Liang Chengdong's eyebrows are twisted into a ball. The most terrible thing is that they are completely villagers, and they can't pick a little flaw.
The villagers can install it for a while, but it is true that they can really do it as a villager. However, they will be able to kill and kill people in the next moment.
This is really weird.
"What about my wife?" he asked. "What about Xiaochuan?"
"The lady's yard is playing rice cakes." A man was busy pointing his fingers and said, "Mrs. let Xiaochuan help."
Compared with the places where pigs and tofu men are concentrated, the place where the rice cakes are played is mostly women, and the laughter is constantly noisy.
"Mrs. Taste."
Miss Jun came over with a piece of freshly baked rice cake, and said with a smile.
The woman sat in the doorway and basking in the sun, her feet resting on the stool, and the warmth of leisure.
"I still saw playing rice cakes when I was young." She smiled and reached for a small piece.
"Be careful." Miss Jun said, sitting down beside her.
The woman poured the rice cake and put it in her mouth.
"I am the opposite of my wife. I have never seen it since I was a child. I have only seen it when I grow up." Miss Jun said, looking at the busy laughing and laughing women.
Of course, it was followed by Master. The purpose of watching was of course to eat, but at that time she did not feel that playing rice cakes was interesting and I didn’t think it was delicious.
"Poor and boring child." Master sighed at her.
Yes, she only remembered how to learn the skills to save her father. There was no other thought, it was boring. Now, I want to come to Master to watch the village people killing pigs and slaughtering sheep to make tofu and playing rice cakes. The taste of the heart is definitely complicated.
Everyone has a good time.
"Your family is in Daming House?" Miss Jun suddenly turned and asked.
From the day before, they only talked briefly, and the conversation did not involve the personal origins.
This girl is not the kind of person who knocks on the side. She asks this question, that is, she simply thinks about this problem, or thinks about her family.
The woman smiled.

No,
she said.
My family is not together now.

Miss Jun looked at her with some surprise.
"Your family is not together," she said.
Also the word, the woman smiled and sounded a little lonely in the excitement of this festival.
"It’s nothing to be together," she said. "If you are next to the world, you are not going to pilgrimage."
These two different poems are used together and used at this time, but it is also interesting.
Miss Jun smiled.
Yes, they are still alive, even if they are not together, they can see it again, better than the yin and yang.
"Mrs. Your name?" She thought about it.
It is reasonable to say that people should ask their names when they first meet, but this girl has never asked. This can be said that she does not intend to ask her family name, and she can be said that she is not interested in the names of others.
Ping Shui meets, come and go, do not ask, do not miss.
Suddenly asking this question now probably shows that she wants to get to know this person.
This is like the innocence of a child and the pride of being born in the bones.
The woman looked at Miss Jun and smiled.

Free of surname Yu,
she said.
Single name is a blue.

Even the name was said, Miss Jun smiled.

Mrs. Yu,
she said.
My surname is Jun, name...

When the words were not finished, some shouts of sharp and sharp voices were interrupted.
"Miss Jun!"
Miss Jun looked up and saw Deshengchang’s shopkeeper stepping away.
His face was slightly red and there was sweat on his head. This may be a hurry in the winter, or it may be nervous.
Whether it is rushing or nervous, it shows that something is not good.

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