Martial Sage

Vermillion Bird Street.

Li Zhi, dressed in plain clothes, stood in front of the stall, arrogantly buying and selling his own.

According to Tang Hao's request, he had to set up a stall in this imperial city for three days before he could find the eldest sister, Zhang Luo's shop.

The sun in winter is still warm, and it feels warm when it shines on the body.

The new year is approaching, the pedestrians on the street are bustling, and most people come out to buy, but no one wants to stay at the own stall alone!

After all, this bean is available in every household, so it's not a rare thing!

Seeing the vendors beside him shout loudly, attracting many buyers, he was a little hard to tell.

Dressed in a Chinese dress, lowered eyes were greeted, and then a soft voice floated.

"How to sell these beans?"

Li Zhi was a little surprised. This was the first buyer he greeted in the morning.

He lifted his face happily, and when he was about to reply, he saw a familiar face.

Wu Cairen!

The complex emotions of joy, excitement, and shame flooded into my heart, and Li Zhi was a little dumb, a little at a loss.

At the moment of looking at each other like this, the string in his heart that has been relaxed seems to be inexplicably tightened again.

"Huh?...Uh...this..."

Li Zhi's cheeks were a little hot. He had fantasized about the scene when the two met each other countless times. He never expected that it would be this kind of occasion and meet again.

Seeing that Li Zhi couldn't answer, Wu Cairen slowly squatted down.

The delicate hand stretched into the sack and twisted a handful of beans, looking carefully.

"The pieces are round and plump, and the size is good. Your beans are pretty good."

Li Zhi was a little silly, not knowing how to reply, muttered.

"These... are acquired by the eldest sister, let me experience..."

"In fact, it's the first time I've seen this kind of thing."

The figure in front of him smiled, his face looked very solemn.

"Just like you, selling it here quietly, it won't work."

"This bean is not a rare thing in today's Datang, at least it has to be made into bean cake, tofu and the like can be accepted by the public."

"In other words, these things are too common, even if someone comes to buy them, they are just some high-ranking officials and nobles making some concentrate for the animals."

Hearing this, the bewildered Li Zhi stood there in a daze, silently ‘oh’, and didn’t know how to answer the conversation.

It seems that in front of this dreamer, he has become an out-and-out fool.

His mouth was awkward, and his hands became awkward.

Looking at the drooping Li Zhi, a smile flashed across Wu Cai's face, and he lightly patted Li Zhi on the shoulder.

"No, I will teach you how to grind tofu."

...

The cold wind whimpered, rolled up the snowflakes on the ground, and scattered them on the fertile field.

Under the far away city wall, people's heads were moving, and there was a faint cry of crying.

The large cloak between his neck flicked the fluff and swept his cheeks. Tang Hao stood on a small hill with his hands on his back, indifferently watching the wasteland people like a flock of sheep, being driven towards the city wall.

The wind blew through the silver armor, and the hem of the armor was rustling, like a king of the world, overlooking the tragic situation of the Turkic people.

Under the distant city wall, densely packed men, women, old and children crowded into groups, stumbling and pushing forward.

They were lucky enough to survive the previous wasteland massacre, and then they were driven all the way to here, walking towards the closed city gate.

One of the women walked more slowly and fell behind, and the Datang soldier behind him flicked his horse whip and drew it heavily on his back.

Amid the miserable howling, the woman squeezed forward, and the crying wastelander's voice in front of her became more violent.

Among the abruptly accelerating crowd, the staggering old man was squeezed to the ground, and countless pairs of footsteps stepped on them, making it difficult to get up again.

Behind them, there were figures of soldiers of the Tang Dynasty everywhere. In the quietly standing team, the wife printed with Tang characters was hunting in the wind.

The siege equipment was being slowly pulled towards the city wall by some horses.

In the overwhelming army formation, Tang Hao looked at the scene in front of him, and did not move.

Next to him, Cheng Chumo, Su Qingjie, Duan Zhixuan, Su Dingfang and other generals were surrounded closely, watching all this silently.

Amidst the sound of the wind, a low voice sounded slowly.

"In front of the Emperor Han Wu, he sent Li Guangli to avenge the Kingdom of Wan, but a small country called Luntai on the march resisted our troops from Tang Dynasty, but was slaughtered by the whole country."

"Since this time, countries have avoided their edge and looked extremely docile."

With that said, Tang Hao raised his whip and pointed at the picture in front of him, Tang Hao continued.

"Our Datang is a nation of etiquette, which does not mean retreat all the way, let alone fear of retaliation."

"Think of the people who were looted. The grains in their hands are facing the loess and facing the scorching sun. They are hard-grown grain by grain."

"Why are they wrong? Why are they deprived of the fruits of their labor for no reason?"

Wu Tong's face moved slightly and turned his head to the side.

"Heh! Perhaps in the eyes of these barbarians, force is the right way, and snatching is the ability."

The eyes became colder and colder at The next moment, and his tone became colder.

"That's it, they should have a taste of being beaten."

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