The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

"Xiao Er, this is the eldest son of the prince's family!" San Tie ran over on his little bald donkey.

Prince!

Yan Yuxin said, good guy, such a big man!

His eyes lit up all of a sudden.

Because of the excitement, his voice trembled a little.

"My uncle is a household book in Huju City. His surname is Yan and his name is Huaiwen. He is a scholar. My father's name is Yan Huai'an, and my elder brother's name is Yan Xiangheng. They both studied in Huju County. Now they are trapped in Huju. When Beirong came, I'm also in the city, Brother Shizi, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask me, I know everything!"

The Prince of England was very surprised when he heard this.

"You said, you were also in Huju at the time, how did you get out? How was Huju at that time?"

Yan Yu then quickly told her about her running out on a donkey with an iron sheet to report the news and the situation when she came out.

As she spoke, she observed the prince.

The helmet covered half of the face, only the eyes, nose and mouth were exposed, but if you look hard, you can still see that this little brother is very good-looking. He just married a wife a few days ago, and he is still the groom.

Knowing that Bei Rong besieged Hu Ju and went there in person, he had no pretensions, and was willing to lower his body to talk to her. No wonder people in Guanzhou were full of praise for the palace. The easy approach alone was a plus.

By the way, the stolen box of his daughter-in-law Shi Zifei is still sinking in the river next to them...

Hearing that the child escaped from Huju in such a way and sent letters to Yongning and Gufeng, the tone of the Prince of England became softer.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Yan Yu, and I'm the second at home. Everyone calls me Xiaoer."

"Xiaoer, how about I call you that too?"

"Your Majesty, take care of yourself."

"Why don't you call me big brother?"

"Is it okay? I just don't think it's right..."

"It's okay, just call me elder brother." Prince Ying said with a smile.

"Brother Shizi!" Yan Yujian shouted.

"Xiao Er, your village has contributed to building bridges, and you also have a credit for reporting the letter. I will be rewarded. Is there anything you want?" The Prince of England thought a little funny.

This Yan family child is really clever and makes people like him.

At this time, Yan Yu's eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, echoing the stars in the night sky.

"Can I get reward silver? Killing Beirong will give reward silver, and bridge repairs and news reports will also be given to silver?"

The appearance of this little money fan really makes people look at Coke.

With a smile in his eyes, the son said: "Yes, I will explain to Mr. Tian that I will repay you for your merits. You just wait at home."

"No, no, no!" Yan Yu hurriedly waved his hands: "Brother Shizi, can we not give the reward from Hu Ju? Our Eldest Master, and Hu Ju's official office are very poor..."

From Huju, each head is only given one tael.

But Yongning City is different. It is really two taels of silver per head, and the price difference is worse than the old nose.

The abacus in her heart was crackling, and she knew where to get the money for the reward.

"Alright." Shizi nodded.

For him, it makes no difference.

Upon hearing his agreement, Yan Yu laughed so hard that his eyes disappeared, and so did Da Tie and others next to him, smiling brilliantly.

Now that the matter was accepted, the Prince of England thought about it and confessed a few words to the people around him.

Yan Yu moved a little closer without any trace, and could hear clearly.

The prince told him to wait for the tiger to settle down and come here to handle the matter, so there is no need for the government to send another person to do it...

She instantly shifted her gaze to this little brother named Pingshu. When she heard the name, she was undoubtedly the servant next to Shizi.

Holding the book and leading the way, he said yes, looking at her.

Yan Yu responded with a big smile, imprinting the appearance of this God of Wealth boy in his mind...

The Prince of England still has to catch up with the team in front and lead the team away in an instant.

"Xiaoer, we killed a lot of Bei Rong, and a head of two taels of silver, how much is that!" Da Tie's breath became short of breath when he thought of the old silver.

Last time, Second Uncle Yan, who killed Beirong, specially summoned the whole village to say that the orders of Yongning and Huju are different. Huju's side has less money, only one tael, while Yongning's side has more money, two taels.

They have no opinion. Yongning is a prefectural city, and it costs ten taels of silver to register. Huju doesn’t cost money. It is also being used, and it is all spent on border defense.

They don't understand the truth, and they also know that the money is spent wisely, and it should be.

"The previous group of Bei Rong were all killed by ourselves. Later, Gu Feng's city guards killed a lot of them. We can't be greedy for others' credit. We should get as much as we want. We have to figure out the number of people and let them go alone. On the other hand, wait for them to come back and let La go away."

Yan Yu clearly remembered that none of Gu Feng's guards held a bow.

"The ones my uncle shoots to death count as ours. Don't mess around. Keep all the ones with arrows on them."

When she thought of a person's head soaring to two taels of silver, she couldn't stand it anymore.

There is still a lot of silver in the mountains, waiting for her.

"I have other things to do, let's go first!"

Yan Yu took the reins of the donkey from San Tie.

The sound of the little bald donkey's pattering footsteps moved away cheerfully.

...

Yan Er Er didn't know how he survived.

In the beginning, their actions went smoothly. They went up and down the house, killed many Beirongs, and saved many people.

Later, there were more and more people in the government office, and the adults were okay, but no one could control the crying of the children, and Bei Rong still noticed it.

A frontal battle broke out between the two sides, with casualties on both sides.

Seeing that the officials couldn't wait any longer, they ran away with people.

He couldn't remember how many people around him changed.

When the yamen servant died, the people in Huju City spontaneously stepped up, relying on their familiarity in the middle of the city, they turned around and ran around.

The small group of Bei Rong will kill, and if there are too many people, they will run away.

There are those who open the way in front, those who are behind are broken, and the middle is full of old and weak women and children.

He and Heng'er dragged the elder along the way.

Keep running, keep running.

How good the plan was before, what was hiding and hiding, now it's all behind, and I can only run!

It's not that they couldn't find a suitable place to hide, but that Mr. Tian left such a safe place to the people in the city.

Yan Laoer is convinced.

To be honest, for a person like him who is afraid of death, he doesn't know why he dragged Mr. Tian all the way, probably because he pulled it too smoothly, and after running for so long, he is used to it...

"Eldest nephew...take a break!" Yan Er Er was panting heavily.

The same is true for Yan Xiangheng.

As soon as the uncles and nephews stopped, the people around them also stood still, some seized the time to rest, some spontaneously guarded the surroundings, and a few people climbed to a high place to watch the wind...

This is what Yan Laoer educated all the way.

Don't say it's impossible, they don't have any sense of urgency, they are running for their lives, how can they relax their vigilance so much!

Grandpa Tian's face turned pale, his head and face were covered with sweat, and his whole body was shaking.

It looks like it's exhausting.

He has not spoken for a long time, and he relies entirely on gestures with his eyes and hands.

It's rare that Yan's second child can guess, there are more right and less wrong, almost the same.

I wrote it at the very beginning, Yan Lao Er served the elderly who left the two families, how many people still remember?

quack~

This inspiration comes from my classmate. Our generation is an only child. Once I was nursing my grandma in the hospital. I was really depressed. I chatted in the classmate group. When I heard that I was in the hospital, my classmate shared that he took care of two families by himself. There is a story about an old man who said that he would go back to his second home, the hospital, when the old man got sick. indivual……

I'm convinced, awesome! I'm really impressed~