Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

What?

Fang Ke, who was dressed in a heroic embroidered cow-embroidered garment, suddenly stood up and exclaimed in shock: You said that my lord Dai Xiao returned to the city and went to the coffin shop? Are you sure you didn't identify the wrong person?

The little flag officer in the hall looked around and said in a low voice: Whoever I am admitting to my mistake can't admit my fault... I went to the Yuelai Inn with you.

After his reminder, Fang Ke suddenly remembered that this guy had indeed been to Yuelai Inn with him and had seen his master without a mask.

He wandered around anxiously for two times, and the first thing that came to his mind was the impact of this incident on the current situation.

Such a lofty word as the current situation, and the life and death of an unknown old fisherman, seem to be two unrelated things.

But Fang Ke is sure that even if Master Shen knows about this matter, he will make corresponding considerations immediately...

That is one of the only two ropes that binds a tiger!

Thinking of Shen Fa, Fang Ke turned around and shouted loudly: The messenger.

A strong man with the waist of a bee and the back of a monkey quickly walked in, cupped his fists and raised his hands: This is my humble duty.

Fang Ke grabbed a command arrow from the desk and threw it down: Immediately go to the capital to see the commander, Mr. Shen, and report to Mr. Shen that Mr. Yang Erlang, Mr. Yang's adoptive father, has passed away... He took two horses and set off on the road. The horses will rest and the people will not rest. They must be there at noon tomorrow. Beforehand, report this information to Master Shen!

Here!

The strong man took the order and ran out of the palace.

After Fang Ke wandered around for two more times with his hands clasped behind his back, he slapped the case and shouted: I am ordering all the captains of the general flag and above in the institute, except those who are involved in important cases, to immediately put on black casual clothes. , follow me to Mr. Yang’s hometown for the funeral!”

The flag officer in the hall responded, but stood there in the hall, refusing to leave.

Fang Ke glared at him in confusion: Why are you still standing there? Go and give the order!

The little flag officer looked at him cautiously and said boldly: Master Fang, can only adults above the chief flag officer go? We brothers will eat Master Yang's chicken, duck and fish...

Fang Ke was stunned for several seconds before he realized that he was talking about the chicken, duck, and fish that his boss paid out of his own pocket to feed the brothers below.

From the time when Yang Ge sat on the banner of the Embroidered Yiwei General, half of the regular money sent to him every month turned into chicken, duck and fish meat and returned to the brothers' pots.

No matter it was the Luting stronghold at the beginning, or the Luting Hundred Households Office or the Xiuyi Guard Shangyou Station later, no strongman dared to say that he had never eaten Mr. Yang's chicken legs.

Fang Ke, who often went to Yang Ge's house for food, even dared to say with certainty that the food in the institute was better than the food at Yang Ge's house most of the time.

'This may be the reason why the brothers still respect and hold him up so much even though your Excellency has not been reinstated...'

Fang Ke suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart, and immediately felt a sense of admiration that he felt inferior to himself.

Some people are like this. You can't be them, and you don't even want to be them, but this doesn't stop you from admiring them.

Don't go and cause trouble to the adults.

Fang Ke sighed softly: I know that you are all filial, and I must know it, but there are at least four to five hundred brothers in our institute. How can we get there? If we go, doesn't it mean that we have lost our identity? , tell the whole world? He has so many enemies, how can he live a peaceful life in the future?

The flag officer said stubbornly: You don't need to worry about this matter. As long as you don't allow the brothers to go over, whoever wants to go can go. If one group can't go, go in several groups. If the banquet is not enough, our brothers will bring their own pots and bowls. Ladles, chickens, ducks and fish, if there is not enough space, our brothers will open mountains, open roads, build bridges and build houses... There are so many corrupt officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and our brothers have done it, how can we still be stumped by a stupid thing?

Besides, isn't the old saying about a fence with three stakes and a good man with three gangs? If something like this happened in your family, you and I just went there. When the outsiders saw it, they thought that there was no one in our family. He’s here!”

Isn't that chilling our adults?

How can this happen?

Fang Ke laughed angrily at the guy's plausibility. He gave the guy a thumbs up: Hu Qiang, you are such a smart boy that you dare to talk back to me. Since you want to take care of everything, then this I'll leave it to you to arrange things. If you do well, I will lift you up as the general flag. If you don't do well, I will definitely skin you before you skin me!

The little flag official clasped his fists in excitement and said, Just watch, I promise to handle this matter beautifully!

…

The sun is setting and the river breeze is blowing.

Yang Ge, who was wearing linen and mourning, was walking alone on the empty river embankment, pulling a heavy red birthday coffin.

The strength that I could never use in the past seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

The small fishing village that used to be within easy reach suddenly seemed far away.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull the coffin and walk, but the scenery around him became more and more unfamiliar...

Ah, slow down, slow down!

He gasped and put down the cart, leaning against the longevity coffin, staring blankly at the endless road ahead.

The way you came.

He can't go back...

Can't rest, can't rest.

He murmured, grabbing the cart with both hands and trying to move on.

Little brother, little brother...

A loud shout came from behind.

Yang Ge looked back blankly and saw Liu Mang leading a large number of Iron Fist martial arts disciples in training uniforms trotting over.

Liu Mang, eight feet tall and burly, ran in front of a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old disciples, like an old hen leading a group of chicks.

Seeing him, Yang Ge's eyes finally became a little brighter.

Liu Mang rushed over and pulled out Yang Ge who was holding the two handlebars of the trolley without any explanation. He scolded him with a tiger face: Why don't you say anything about such a big thing? How come you are treating your brother and your Uncle Liu? outsider?

Yang Ge tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth: Aren't you... afraid of causing trouble to you?

Liu Mang turned around and grabbed the two handlebars of the trolley: Are we still a family out of fear of trouble?

As he spoke, he pulled the cart forward.

The cart didn't move.

He turned around in shock and knocked on the big red longevity coffin on the cart. His voice was so muffled that it was almost inaudible: Did you get the treasure of the coffin shop?

Yang Ge tried his best to smile, but burst into tears: The old man has never used anything good in his life...

You...

Liu Mang sighed and grabbed his sleeves to wipe away the hot tears on his face, and said seriously: Don't think about doing everything by yourself. There is no one in our family.

Yang Ge grinned and nodded.

Liu Mang waved his hand: Let's walk, lead the way... What are you doing in a daze? Pushing the cart!

A group of martial arts apprentices responded very spiritually, and got started, hey pushing the board to go forward.

The cart continued to move forward slowly, but not far away, another distant call of Brother Yang, Brother Yang was heard from behind.

Liu Mang turned his head in confusion and saw a large group of tall, round-waisted, proud men in black uniforms walking quickly towards this side.

Even though these arrogant men were not carrying weapons, the scene still made Liu Mang's pupils shrink in shock: Brother, these people are...

It's okay, we're all friends.

Yang Ge replied, turned around and hurried forward to meet him.

friend?

Liu Mang looked at the proud men in surprise. He always felt that these people looked familiar, but when he looked carefully, he didn't recognize any of them.

Yang Ge from the other side came up to meet him, waved his hand to stop a group of hundreds of households and general banners who were about to salute, and asked the leader Fang Ke, Why are you here?

Fang Ke: Look at what you said, how can we not come for such a big event? If this spreads, outsiders will think that your family is gone... Why are you still bothering? Work!

A group of hundreds of households and general banners rushed forward in response, pushing aside the poor, weak and helpless martial arts apprentices, and supported the cart Shoucai.

Are you Master Liu of the Iron Fist Martial Arts School? How can I let you do such a rough job? Let us brothers do it...

Us? We used to be stretchers on the Bianhe River. We were often rescued by Brother Yang when we were in trouble. Now we work in the county government to make ends meet...

My name is Liu Yongguang. After all, our brothers have still been a family for five hundred years. If anything happens in the future, just come to the Yamen to find me. It's hard to say where else. I guarantee that this three-acre land in Luting will be used!

Yang Ge looked at the group of hundreds of households and general banners who had fooled Liu Mang around, and said with a forced smile: I'm causing trouble for you...

Fang Ke shook his head: It's okay if others say this. You can't say this. You have to be serious. Everyone in Luting should kowtow to the old man three times!

Yang Ge wanted to laugh, but tears kept pouring out, so he had to cover his face, waved his hands and said, Thank you on behalf of the old man.

Fang Ke supported him and whispered: Please forgive me and accept the change...

…

Xiao Huang stood guard in front of the mourning hall, shouting and driving away everyone who tried to approach the mourning hall.

The villagers who helped build the mourning hall in the yard shed tears when they saw its wailing and panicked appearance...

Uncle Jiu has been alone all his life, and when he finally meets a man like Brother Yang who will support him until his death, God will treat him well.

I'm telling you, Brother Yang is very weak on his own, so you guys should be more supportive and see Uncle Nine off on his last journey in a lively manner.

Look at what you said, even without Brother Yang, we wouldn't have been able to turn a blind eye and let Uncle Jiu die in his room...

Can you shut up that stinky mouth of yours? If Brother Yang hears what you say, he will beat you up!

What a joke, am I afraid of someone with a foreign surname? If I didn't beat him before, it was to show Uncle Jiu's face. Now that Uncle Jiu is gone, he still dares to act mischievously in our village?

Are you shaking now? Who was beaten so hard by Brother Yang that he screamed and begged us to make the decision for you? If it hadn't been for your stupidity, Brother Yang wouldn't even have left the village!

Hey, now that people can afford white rice and flour, you start talking to them? Who said in the first place that it is difficult to feed your own family with just a few acres of thin farmland in our village? How can there be enough food to feed a person with a foreign surname?

Stop talking, Brother Yang is back, and many people are here...

Hey, how many waiters can he hire...

The discussion stopped abruptly, and a group of huge, round-waisted men in black poured into this small, dilapidated and narrow courtyard. The crowded space made the many half-clothed villagers feel that they were standing in the wrong place.

Yang Ge walked into the yard, looked around at the villagers who were at a loss in the yard, knelt down and kowtowed to them: Thank you all for coming to see the old man off for the last time. Please go back first. Let’s rest at home and wait for me to set a date for going up the mountain, then invite everyone over for a feast...

The villagers looked at Yang Ge who was kneeling on the ground and wanted to help him, but no one dared to come forward.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ke and Liu Mang stepped forward to pull Yang Ge up from the ground.

Liu Mang politely thanked everyone and arranged for his disciples to see off the guests.

After Fang Ke walked around the courtyard, he directed hundreds of households to carry the coffin into the mourning hall, and at the same time directed the general bannermen to tidy up the narrow and dilapidated courtyard.

Yang Ge no longer looked at these mountain villagers who used to bully old men and childless people. He followed the coffin into the mourning hall and knelt in front of the mourning hall with Xiao Huang, who was screaming, watching them. The old man put himself into the coffin...

The villagers reluctantly returned home in twos and threes.

With so many customers, Brother Yang is really standing out!

Hey, how much can he do as a waiter in a shop? He must have been hired to make a fool of himself and look fat...

If you can hire so many people, you can be considered promising!

I can't bear to leave my mother. If I go to the city, I will definitely be more promising than him...

A group of villagers in the countryside thought they were whispering crickets cooing. Not to mention a great master like Yang Ge, even a great master like Fang Ke could hear it.

They looked at Yang Ge and saw Yang Ge kneeling in front of the soul with no expression and burning paper money without any expression, so they temporarily gave up the idea of ​​going out to repair those idiots.

More than twenty embroidered guards and a dozen martial arts apprentices worked together to tear down the walls of the small courtyard, leveled the surrounding terrain, and lit several bonfires. The mourning hall finally looked like that...

After dark, another large group of people poured into this small fishing village that didn't even have a name.

The leader, wearing a nine-tube mask, strode into the mourning hall and knelt down beside Yang Ge with a pop.

Yang Ge glanced at Li Gui in confusion, then turned to look at Fang Ke.

Fang Ke was also stunned, stepped forward and said urgently: Hu Qiang, what are you doing?

Hu Qiang leaned back: Who is Hu Qiang? Don't recognize people randomly. I am Zhang Mazi. I came back to attend the funeral of my adoptive father!

As soon as he finished speaking, sad music started playing in the yard...

Yang Ge smiled, pointed at this guy and said to Fang Ke: This guy has a good brain and a bright future.

Fang Ke also smiled after hearing this: If you say he has a future, he must have a future.

At the right time, Liu Mang came in after hearing the sound. When he saw the figure wearing a nine-tube mask kneeling next to Yang Ge, he was stunned. He stood outside the door and waved eagerly to Yang Ge.

Yang Ge stood up and went out. Liu Mang grabbed his arm and said with shock on his face: You and Zhang Daxia are actually brothers?

Yang Ge spread his hands: I want to say that I only found out today that Zhang Daxia and I are god-brothers. Do you believe it?

Liu Mang:......

He always felt that something was not quite right, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.