Chapter 169 The Thief Yang Hu

Yangling's mansion had old clothes and didn't accumulate much grain. He went to the city to buy two trucks of coarse grains and set up a shed outside the Xicheng to hold porridge twice a day. There are four houses outside the Xicheng to hold porridge. In addition to the porridge shed of the young woman in red, there is also a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan who came to Beijing to do business and a local rich man.

The four porridge shops lined up, and the flags hung were "Yang", "Yang", "Zou", and "Li". Although those fleeing farmers who spent the winter in the simple shed built by the Ministry of Revenue were ragged and skinny, they thought they had adapted to the cold winter weather, but few of them got sick.

Gao Wenxin left several families, prescribed prescriptions for several weak and sick elderly people, and took medicine to deliver them. Then he went back to the shed and looked around and said to Yang Ling, "Sir, the family at Zuo Shou is also surnamed Yang, that good man is your family."

Just now, Cheng Qiyun and the senior manager invited their family to serve porridge here. Yang Ling looked around and found out that the woman in red was hanging the banner of Yang yesterday. The Zou family on the right was said to be a wealthy man in Wuxi, Jiangnan. Their head was named Zou Mingwang. There were 300,000 mu of fertile land in the family, 3,000 servants, and over 100 villas, which was rich enough to rival a country.

Zou Wang went to Beijing to do business this time. When he saw the victims fleeing to the capital, he was kind and sent his family to provide porridge here for relief. His family was rich and he actually gave porridge three times a day. It was once every noon, and the refugees were waiting for the alms in front of the Zou family shack.

Just because these refugees stood there and blocked their sight, Gao Wenxin did not see the Li family on the far right, the Li Jimeng family who had had an engagement with her, so she was relieved of a lot of embarrassment.

Yang Ling was worried that the victims would disperse for a while, and when he met the people of the Li family, Gao Wen couldn't hold on his face, so he said, "Well, that family was also passed by the capital from other places. It's really a good family to save money and help the people."

He looked at Cheng Qiyun. He was snuggling in front of the porridge pot where the fire was gradually fading, and then smiled and said, "I was a little worried at first. Now, although these victims are not covered in food, everyone is law-abiding. No one dares to cause trouble and grab food. In a while, Miss Cheng and you will go back to the mansion first. Just leave it to the senior manager to see."

Cheng Qiyun's nose was red and her cheeks were woody. She sniffed and said, "It's really cold here. I'm still on fire. It's hard to bear it. I can't imagine how the people spend the winter. Adults should mobilize more wealthy families to come forward to provide disaster relief. Those families have huge wealth, and it's easy for a family to help dozens of people spend the winter.

Furthermore, although these people are poor and pitiful, most of them have the strength to do things, and there are many lazy people among them. In less than a few months, they rely on others to support them as porters and servants. They may as well organize some young and strong people to allow them to go to the city to do things. On the one hand, they can earn some wages and on the other hand, they can save them from doing nothing. They will do some stealing things on a long time."

Yang Ling laughed and said, "What he said is, this idea is good. Looking back, I will meet Duke Cheng and Hou Shouning. One of them is Xunqing and the other is a relative of the country. He told these two people to come forward to sympathize with the people and let the government and the country praise merit, and other wealthy families will definitely respond. I will discuss with Grand Secretary Li again, asking the Five City Military and Horses to register these victims, and then select young and strong people with innocent families to issue special orders to allow them to work in the city."

After he finished speaking, he saw Cheng Qiyun snuggling next to the stove like a little quail, and couldn't help but laugh: "Is it so cold? Why don't you go back to the sedan chair and wrap it in my cloak to warm your body."

He just said, and saw a yellow-maned horse galloping from the city gate. The knight on the horse turned the corner and looked at the Yang-like flag on the shed. Then he bowed and looked into the shed. He beat the horse and rushed towards the other Yang-like flag on the front.

He was a little anxious when he ran. A young man in his early twenties had just returned from cooking a bowl of porridge. In order to avoid his horse, he slipped his feet and the bowl of porridge was poured out. Most of the young man's face turned red and he glared at the horse knight.

The knight immediately raised his hand and threw a string of copper coins back, sprinkled on the snow. He laughed and said, "If you offend me, go buy some food yourself. Some family has something urgent to do."

The knight was about to be in his early thirties, with a beard on his face, which seemed extremely rough. Although his actions at this time were rude, it seemed that he still knew how to pity and love these people.

But the young man in his early twenties was wearing a shabby green robe, with thin eyebrows and white faces, and was gentle. He seemed to be a person who had read books. How could he lower his head and pick up the copper coins from the snow? He snorted heavily, and saw that there was still half a bowl of rice porridge left in the bowl, so he hurriedly took it carefully and walked towards a shack.

Cheng Qiyun sneered disapprovingly when she saw this, and said, "Isn't begging for porridge? If you really don't eat the food you give me, you'll starve to death."

Gao Wenxin looked at the scholar in green robe with appreciation and said, "This is not the case. It is kind to give porridge. It is not embarrassing to accept some funding for those in distress. But if there is something insulting, how can some backbone accept it?"

Cheng Qiyun smiled and said, "Although the knight acted vulgarly, he threw his porridge and returned it to copper coins, he felt it was hard to accept it in his heart, but it was just because he was the only one who bent down. If there were a group of people next to him who looked like he was holding a big bowl to beg for porridge, he would not be so noble if he had a shameful person."

Gao Wenxin is still waiting to be debated again, and Yang Ling smiled and said, "Forget it, your values ​​are completely different, and you can't even argue with each other."

Cheng Qiyun blinked and said strangely: "Values?"

Yang Ling suddenly realized that he was speechless and didn't know how to explain. The yellow-maned horse rushed back again, accompanied by a divine white horse. A pretty woman in red clothes looked like fire, asked anxiously while walking, "It's useless, why did your brother Hu get injured? Where has the person been?"

The rough bearded man beside him shouted: "I'll go to the city to find my sister-in-law first, and Brother Hu is about to enter the city."

The horse passed by. The woman in red-clothed her eyes were like lightning. When she saw Yang Ling standing under the shed, she obviously recognized him, and looked a little surprised. When she saw the big Yang-like banner hanging on the shed, she couldn't help but smile, nodded slightly to Yang Ling, and swept over like a gust of wind.

Cheng Qiyun held her chin with her hands, turned her eyes and said, "This lady in red is so handsome. Do you know her?"

Yang Ling shook her head and said, "She is the owner of the Yang family's porridge shop next to her. Yesterday, a few naughty teased her. I have seen her martial arts skills, which is very impressive. Liu Biao once said that she can only walk twenty moves under her."

Cheng Qiyun suddenly sat upright and murmured, "Miss in red, has a strong martial arts skills. You said... her surname is Yang? What did they say just now? What did I hear about Brother Hu?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Maybe her surname is Yang, or her husband's surname is Yang. I don't know if the brother Hu they call her is her brother or husband."

Cheng Qiyun frowned and thought suspiciously: "It's not that coincidental, right? The thief Yang Kuanhu dared to come to the capital?"

I saw two horses, one white and one yellow, not far away, and a few horses and a carriage in front of me had already come over. Both sides stopped and talked for a moment, then walked back together. Yang Ling stood under the shed and looked at the team of people, Cheng Qiyun also stood up. She walked to him with her sleeves and stood on the left and right with Gao Wenxin.

The team of people was getting closer and closer. Yang Ling walked out a few steps and stood on the side of the road. When the horse team arrived, the woman in red shouted: "He Gang. Go and ask Cui'er to collect the porridge shop first. I will accompany you Brother Hu to go back to the city first."

Yangling's porridge shop was located next to the official road on the side of the city. The carriage was approaching and the curtain was lifted. A man in his forties looked out and looked at the tall and majestic city gate and said happily: "Brother Yang, is this the capital city?"

His eyes rolled, and when he saw Yang Ling, he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted in surprise: "Brother Ling? Are you Brother Ling?"

Yang Ling was stunned. Seeing that the person in the car was in his early forties, he looked bad. He was just looking at him with a malicious expression and was looking at him with a look of surprise and flattery. Yang Ling felt familiar. He bowed and said, "It's Yang Ling, you are...ah! Yang...Yang...You are the third brother?"

Yang Ling felt so upset. Isn’t this guy just the third brother who repeatedly wants to tease young lady and occupy his property? Why did he also come to the capital?

When Yang Quan heard that he confirmed his identity, he was so happy that he quickly patted the car shaft: "Stop, stop quickly. This is my brother Yang Ling. He is my brother, the governor of the Ming Dynasty's Inner Factory. Hahahaha..."

Another young man in his twenties emerged from inside, with pretty eyes. When he saw Yang Ling, he shouted happily: "Uncle Ling? It's really Uncle Ling!"

This man is two years older than Yang Ling. Yang Ling knew that he was of higher age and was resurrected when he died. Many men and women older than him called him uncle and did not remember who he was. However, it should be from the Yang family.

A man in his thirties and in his yellow robe reached out to hold the horse, lifted his legs and jumped off the horse, smiled roughly, "Is your Lord Yang? Yang Fu, a wise man, you have met him."

The woman in red also jumped off the horse, walked to him, frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "Brother Hu, you..." The big man called Yang Fudi turned his head and signaled slightly, and the woman in red immediately shut up knowingly.

Cheng Qiyun saw their expressions in her eyes, and a smile flashed slightly across the corner of her mouth.

When Yang Quan saw the carriage stop, he got off the carriage with the nephew and came up and said, "Brother Ling, this Yang brother saved us on the way and escorted us all the way to Beijing. He is our great benefactor."

Although Yang Ling hated Yang Quan and had no feelings for the Yang family, he now respected the Yang family as a member of the Yang family and smiled at the rough man with a light yellow face and thick eyebrows, saying, "Thank you, Brother Yang, for helping my brother and nephew."

The big man jumped off the horse and his left arm swayed a few times, soft as if he couldn't use any force. At this time, he quickly stretched out his right hand to stop Yang Ling and said, "Sir, don't be polite. Caomin is a man from the world who sells goods from pack horses, but he can't afford your gift. It's fate to meet help on the road."

When Yang Ling saw that his other arm was hanging down, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yang..."

Yang Quan said anxiously: "Brother Ling, we met a Taoist priest who could be high on the road. Somehow we started fighting with a young man. The young man was slapped and was still confused. He often vomited blood and was lying in the car. Brother Yang was slapped by the Taoist priest on his arm and was so soft that he couldn't use his strength."

Seeing that pedestrians on the road gradually gathered around to watch the fun, Yang Ling said, "There is a miracle doctor next to me, and this is not a place to talk. Let's go to your residence together and ask her to treat you. Let's talk about it in detail when you get there."

Yang Ling walked towards the city with them in men's clothing. After inquiring along the way, he found out that Jimingyi had also fallen. This time, the Tartars attacked the frontier in a large-scale attack, burning, killing and looting, especially last year. It was obvious that they were deliberately revenge for the revenge of Boyan's beloved son being killed.

Yangjiaping is located in a remote area. After getting news in advance, he fled up the mountain. But Old Master Yang is old and is froze and starved in the mountains. As a result, he can't afford to get sick and dies.

When Yang Quan heard that Yang Ling had become a high-ranking official, he wanted to go to Beijing to surrender, but Old Master Yang was very stubborn and hated the nephews in his family to rely on nepotism to attract the powerful and nobles, so he insisted on not allowing him. Since he died, no one could restrain Yang Quan, so he instigated a nephew from his family to go to Beijing to surrender to Yang Ling.

The two of them traveled through mountains and rivers and took small paths. They finally bypassed the battlefield between the Tartars and the Ming army, but they saw a young scholar and a gray-clothed old Taoist fighting in front of the mountain. Then a group of cars passed by. Seeing the fierce fighting between the two sides, the scholar was seriously injured by the Taoist priest. A man in the horse team, named Yang Fu, couldn't help but step forward to help the battle. Although he drove the Taoist priest away because of the large number of people, he was also clapped.

On the other side, Yang Fu led the horse and walked side by side with the woman in red. The woman in red glanced at Yang Ling and whispered: "You are under the influence of vicious internal palm power. Even if I have to work hard to eliminate your toxicity, who have you met?"

The man with Ge robe was tall, and his pair of giant palms suddenly rose up. If Liu Biao saw it, he would know that this was the level of foreign kung fu being mastered. He glanced at Yang Ling who was whispering to Yang Quan and said softly: "I don't believe it. Can this hand be useless? That person is Li Fuda, the leader of Maitreya. The scholar in the car has very good martial arts skills and has hurt that guy. I wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of him, but unfortunately... he escaped."

The woman in red glared at him fiercely and scolded: "That demonic martial arts is very powerful, and you can hurt him too? Besides, he is also gathering people to rebel, which will be of great help to us. You really don't have any brains!"

Although Yang Fu was her husband, she was obviously used to being scolded by her. Such a burly man was not only not annoyed, but was a little afraid. He defended awkwardly: "Li Fuda said, 'Sakya Buddha declined and Maitreya Buddha was in a state of decline', claiming that Maitreya was reincarnated and was the best at seducing people's hearts. I am also called the True Dragon Emperor. If I cooperate with him, can I gather so many people and follow me to fight the country? If I have the chance, I should naturally get rid of him."

The woman in red sneered and said with a cold face: "The real dragon emperor, the world has not been beaten yet, and it is now starting to be dirty. I ask you, what kind of kindness have you made? To make friends with Yang Ling like this, he is the governor of the internal factory, we are soldiers and bandits, and you dare to play with fire?"

Yang Fu said with a saliva: "I didn't want to bring those two boys with me, but I heard that they claimed to be relatives from Yangling, the inner factory. I want to get to know him, which will be of great help to our activities in this area. By the way, my wife, how are you going to Shandong? Are the thieves in Taihang Mountain willing to respond to our uprising?"

The woman in red shook her head and said, "It's hard. Everyone is short-sighted. She thought she was too arrogant after becoming a mountain king. She didn't accept anyone, and she didn't have that ambition."

The group arrived at the courtyard where the woman in red rented, and saw it again after two more times, and found out that the man who claimed to be Yang Fu was a leader of a horse gang, and the woman in red was his wife Cui.

Cheng Qiyun watched with a faint smile on her face. Gao Wenxin stepped forward to help Yang Hu roll up her sleeves. She saw five black fingerprints on her thick arm covered with hair. The muscles on her left arm were slightly raised. Although Gao Wenxin did not understand martial arts, she could see that the person's internal organs were hit, the meridians on her arm were damaged, and the toxic septic blood on her palms was toxic.

Yang Ling had a good impression of the couple and asked hurriedly: "Wenxin, how is his injury?"

Cui wanted to use his internal energy to remove the poison, but it would take more than half a month to improve, so his wonderful eyes were also betting on Gao Wenxin, which seemed very concerned.

Gao Wenxin had just seen the grey-faced scholar in the car. At this time, he saw Yang Fu's injuries but sighed and said, "Sir, this hero's injury is not a big deal. He is already strong. He has released all the bad blood and then applied some medicines outside and took some medicines internally. It took five or six days to cure it. However, the scholar in the car with chest injury would take some trouble to diagnose and treat it. In addition to medicine, it also requires acupuncture treatment."

As she said that, she took out the pen and inkstone with her carry with her and wrote a prescription, handed it to Cui, saying, "I will use a silver knife to help my husband release all the bad blood first. The wife will take these two medicines ten doses according to the prescription."

When Yang Ling saw the pretty woman in red holding the prescription upside down, she almost burst out laughing. He quickly coughed twice to cover his smile.

Cui is naturally the Hongniangzi, who is called Yang Kuohu on the Green Forest Road. Her parents are both heroes on the Green Forest Road. Cui Ying'er has been dancing guns and sticks since she was a child. She followed the heroes on the Green Forest Road to rob the house, and was even more heroic than men.

When she competed for martial arts, she only had Yang Hu's martial arts skills among the many mountains and five mountains. She looked very different, so she deliberately failed and married him as a wife. Although she was graceful and beautiful, she couldn't read a big word.

Yang Ling coughed strangely and felt that she was illiterate. Her face couldn't help but turn slightly red. She called Cui'er and handed over the prescription and said, "Go to find a pharmacy and take the medicine according to the prescription." After that, she raised her head and glared at Yang Ling fiercely. The more she looked at this little face, the more she felt disliked.

Yang Hu was heroic and had the kindness of saving Yang's relatives. He seemed to be careless about the injury on his arm, and sat at the table and chatted with Yang Ling. They were very close to each other. After a while, Cui'er brought back two large bags of medicine, one was the powder for external application, and the other was the medicinal materials for decoction.

Gao Wenxin took out a silver knife and cut the black palm prints on Yang Fu's arm until the stinky blood flowed out and turned into a bright red color. Then he carefully poured the medicine powder on the wound and wrapped the wound with a white cloth boiled with boiling water. Yang Fu felt that the unconscious left arm was slightly sore, and he couldn't help but say happily: "It really works."

Gao Wenxin smiled slightly and said to Cui: "My wife has decocted the medicine, changed the medicine once a day, and it will be cured in about five or six days."

Cui was happy and hurriedly held his hands on his waist, Yingying bowed down.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Brother Yang is injured. He is still tired after running around for a long distance. We won't disturb him much. The unconscious scholar is too serious. I think he should take him back to the mansion to take care of him. What do you think?"

Yang Hu stood up and smiled and said, "Okay, my injury is not important. Adults are busy with official business, so please come back now." He ignored Cui's secret wink and laughed, "It is a blessing for the people to be able to meet adults. Another day, Yang will definitely come to the door to thank the adults for helping him."

Yang Ling took Yang Quan's uncle and nephew back to the mansion, placed them in the wing room, and then set up another house and asked someone to help the unconscious scholar in. With the help of his family, Gao Wenxin released blood and applied medicine for the scholar with a gray face. He was busy. The scholar had not woken up yet, but his body temperature had gradually dropped.

Yang Ling leaned over and looked at the young scholar. After several days of pain and torture, a square and white moustache on the ground was not repaired. Although the green robe was not wrinkled, it was obvious that the material was not bad. Yang Ling said to Gao Wenxin: "Wenxin, just let your family take care of him. You can go first and rest later."

Gao Wenxin sat on the chair gently, glanced at him secretly, and whispered: "I have to observe for a while. If you are busy, please go back first."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, let's wait here."

Gao Wenxin sat quietly for a while, looked at Yang Ling, and sighed softly: "I miss you so much..."

"Hmm? What do you miss?" Yang Ling asked in surprise.

Gao Wenxin mustered up the courage and said, "I missed the days when I went to Jiangnan with you. Although I was a slave at that time, I was always with you and returned to Beijing. Since that night... you heard my cousin's words... Now I am getting more and more alienated from me. Every time I go to Yang Mansion, I feel that my identity is very awkward and I don't know how to deal with myself..."

Yang Ling suddenly became numb. He stroked his hands on his knees, and after a while, he smiled bitterly: "Wenxin, you are a lady, a talented person, and a good appearance. Will you worry about your husband you don't like? It is because I love you and respect you that I don't want you to be a concubine.

Young ladies are simple and kind. I treat Yu'er and Xue'er equally. Even so, they still have awe and dedicate themselves to Young ladies. They are not only kind to each other, but you are arrogant and have a love for generations. If you marry into the Yang family out of gratitude, you will regret it sooner or later."

Gao Wenxin stood up impulsively, and the candlelight shone the stars in her eyes, bright. She shook her head and whispered: "Sir, I won't regret it. I know that if... in my current identity, I might be able to marry and be a wife, have children, and live together until old age, but... Is identity that important? If I can't be with the person I like."

Her eyes became confused and said leisurely: "When I was with you in Jiangnan, it was my happiest time. You went out to work and socialize. I was waiting for you to come back in the room, listen to the waves and peel crabs, rafting on Taihu Lake, and listen to your whispers under the willows. What a happy time. My young sister and Yu'er, Xue'er, we have a golden orchid together, and we have lived and died together. I am also very happy with them."

Her eyes gradually dimmed and she said resentfully: "But now... I feel that I and them are getting further and further away."

Yang Ling was speechless, and after a while, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I feel like a piece of Tang Monk's flesh, a lifelong event. Do you really have the only choice?"

Gao Wenxin said in confusion: "Tang Monk's flesh?"

Yang Ling suddenly said the wrong thing again and said dryly: "I said it was Dongpo Pork..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the two of them sailing on Taihu Lake together, drinking in the sea of ​​lotus, and she sprained her feet, washing her beautiful feet, and remembering the gentle kiss between them.

He was also impulsive, so he quickly stood up and walked to the door, saying, "You haven't forgotten what I said to you, right? Maybe I'll have my bones buried in my grave today."

Gao Wenxin clearly saw him, but retreated again. He said angrily: "I haven't forgotten. My maid still remembers that the master said, if you die today next year, the maid will become brothers and sisters with you in front of the spirit card. If you are lucky enough to die, put on a veil and marry the maid!"

At this time, she used the land tone in Yang's house as a slave. Yang Ling laughed dryly and said, "Okay, let's just go and see, let's talk about it today next year."
Chapter completed!