Han Lin's eyes also straightened. He looked at Yang Ling in surprise. When he saw that his eyebrows were really looking more and more like the sick new son-in-law. He hesitated and said, "He is my son-in-law?"

Old Master Yang rolled his eyes and sneered, "What's wrong? You two want to join together to cover me? My old eyes are not blurry yet. I saw Ling'er, who grew up, can you make a mistake?"

"Ah?! Are you a father-in-law?" Yang Ling was "surprised" and came forward to recognize each other with a surprise. If you don't act like this, can the father-in-law of Taishan believe the explanation just now? Who told me that he was forced to kiss by Ma Lian'er when he was dying, but he was seen by his father-in-law?

Before Mr. Yang was angry, he first staged a record of recognizing his relatives. Yang Ling was given a vaccination in advance. At this time, he saw that his son-in-law was indeed lively and laughed with joy, and he only asked his son-in-law to ask about his daughter's recent situation.

But the two brothers were confused. After hearing that he was his brother-in-law, their eyes were a little bad. Yang Ling looked at their big fists and was really a little furious. Seeing that Old Master Yang and several old men were still worried about his own ancestral property, they just took the opportunity to get rid of the two brothers. Yang Ling hurriedly went up and took the initiative to say to Old Master Yang: "Uncle, I know you are a little dissatisfied with my unauthorized disposal of the family property. I would like to ask Uncle, where is our Yang family from? Does it mean that there are these real estate properties?"

Old Master Yang was stunned, not knowing what he intended to ask, and said, "We are descendants of Jiye Duke of the Song Dynasty. We have been moving from Shanxi for five generations. When Duke Shunde moved north, he only brought his wife and son to buy ten acres of mountain fields in Jiming Post. Now our family is prosperous, with more than 100 acres of real estate, which are all accumulated by our ancestors bit by bit. It is not easy for us to be the younger generation to maintain our achievements. How can we be so prodigal?"

When Yang Ling was visiting him, he had heard that he had already talked about the glorious deeds of his ancestors. It is said that they were descendants of the Yang family generals in Shanxi and belonged to the direct bloodline of Yang You, the general of the Dragon and Tiger Guard of the Yuan Dynasty. During the Hongwu period, an ancestor named Yang Shunde moved here to form the Yang family in Huailai. Yang Ling was really stunned for a long time when he heard this.

However, the Yang family's generals were lush and had a lot of descendants. In the Northern Han, Northern Zhou, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, descendants of the Yang family entered the dynasty as officials, and each dynasty had outstanding descendants and became high-ranking officials, and more than a hundred years of prestigiousness. Therefore, this was a mess. Because there were many people who were surnamed Yang and attached to the Yang family, so Yang Ling had always believed and half-doubted about this.

After hearing Mr. Yang's words, Yang Ling smiled and said, "That's it. If you are poor, you want to change. When Duke Shunde moved here, there was no house or land. Didn't he break this family business? Did he ever guard his home and do not know how to make a difference? My nephew is also trying to find another way out and expand the Yang family. Now Ling'er has become the Jiming Yishou, which is better than being a farmer in the mountain fields?"

When Old Master Yang heard that Yang Ling had become an official, he was so happy that his eyebrows were shaking. He immediately went there with anger. He turned to ask about his official position. Yang Ling then said that he was a master and Ren Yicheng was ignorant. Before Old Master Yang could speak, the other old people in the clan had already praised him. It was obvious that the family had an official, and they were all lucky.

Yang Ling coaxed several stubborn old men, turned his head and saw his two brothers looking at him, and couldn't help but complain. He suddenly realized that these two brothers were not as simple as they looked, and their eyes were very smart.

Seeing Yang Ling finish talking to his tribe members, Han Wu walked up with a smile, patted Yang Ling's shoulder with both hands, and said intimately: "My brother-in-law is very capable. She has become an official in the county just over a month. My girl is young, and there is anything that doesn't understand the rules. My sister-in-law needs to take care of her."

Yang Ling smiled, laughing bitterly: "Where is the second brother saying that? You mom is very nice to me. We are a couple in distress, and You mom and I are very loving."

Han Wu said happily: "That's good, that's good. My sister-in-law is a scholar. I know the reason why a wife is not leaving the court. I'm too worried."

Yang Ling said with a strange expression: "That's right, that's right, second brother can rest assured." Just now, Yang Ling's two armbands were removed. Now he couldn't lift them up at all. He looked up with a frown. Han Mancang sat next to the iron pot and grimaced at him with a smile. The three brothers shared the same hatred for the enemy. The big black eyes were full of aura, and his eyes were not as honest as he looked.

Yang Ling thought hatefully: "My brother-in-law is not willing to deal with me. My young mother knows the words and writes. Can these two brother-in-law be a mountain man who doesn't know the words? I'm afraid that his tricks can only be hidden from the honest and honest father-in-law."

Han Wei was a little more steady. Seeing Yang Ling's embarrassment, he came over to Yang Ling and said, "Brother-in-law, my second brother and I both love this little girl very much. My brother-in-law is a scholar. He is reasonable and naturally he will not treat the young mother. The second brother is straightforward and has a good heart. Don't be surprised."

He put his arms around Yang Ling's shoulder and laughed: "Let's go and eat something, otherwise the girl will know that I'm hungry and get angry with me. I can't afford to be guilty." He leaned towards Yang Ling without any trace and put his right hand on his shoulder. Two slight joint sounds of joints were made, and the two removed arms were put back.

Yang Ling was a little helpless. It seemed that learning the "crazy stick method" would be put on the work schedule as soon as possible, otherwise this person would be the slaughter and I would not be able to live a hard life for fish.

In the evening, after crossing the last mountain in front, the ancient city of roosters were in sight. As soon as they crossed the mountain, everyone was stunned. At this time, the setting sun was like blood, and smoke was shaking on the snow field. The smoke brought a strong smell of blood. Thousands of corpses were lying in the snow, like countless running oxen plows. A spear pierced the corpses, standing alone in the wind. Many Ming soldiers or Tartars had seven or eight carvings and snow-dying battle robes.

Several ownerless war horses walked slowly on the snow field with wounds, and occasionally made one or two miserable sighs and neighs, making the snow field full of dead bodies look even more desolate.

Judging from this situation, on this day and night, the Ming army and the Tartars fought back and forth in front of the Jiming Post. I wonder how many rounds it is going on now? Did the Tartars retreat or had already captured the Jiming Post? Yang Ling's heart sank. If the Jiming Post had been occupied by the Tartars, then her young mother

Thinking of this, he felt extremely empty and was about to run down the mountain in a daze. Han Lin grabbed him and shouted, "Don't be reckless, see clearly first!" Han Wei stood on a high place, holding a cool breeze in his hand and squinted his eyes for a while, and said excitedly: "It's the Ming Dynasty's flag, the Chicken Crown Post is still in the hands of the Ming Dynasty."

More than a hundred refugees looked excited again when they heard this. They tried their best to travel through the creepy bloody battlefield without hesitation, and rushed to the rooster crow. Yang Ling knew that he had not come back for a day and a night, so the young lady might be very anxious. It turned out that it was useless to know that it was useless to be anxious in the mountains, but she was still calm. At this time, she saw the rooster crowing line in front of her, and her heart was stirring, and her feet were moving faster and faster.

But his boots were not suitable for hiking, and he was exhausted, so he staggered and fell several times. Han Wei and his brothers had to take care of the elderly and had no time to help him. Ma Lian'er felt distressed and wanted to help him, but the Han and Yang families were watching there. She was not as good as an outsider to help a man, so she had to turn a blind eye.

Han Lin shook his head secretly after seeing this. My son-in-law's body was still weak, but he was a scholar, so he didn't have the reason to sweep the floor and dance with his own gun and stick. He touched the linen pocket on his body, which was filled with things he had been hunting and shopping, including wolfberry, deer antler, tiger whip, tiger bones. Well, after entering the city, I soaked in wine and stewed, I had to take good care of my son-in-law's body.

The closer you get to the ancient city, the more dead bodies and blood there are on the ground. From north to south, the ancient city made of roosters made of blue bricks stands alone in the vast and deep shadows of the sky and mountains. You can clearly see a beautiful arc rising into the sky at the corner of the half-collapsed city gate tower, and there are shadows of people on the city walls.

As these people entered, more and more people were on the city wall. The sunset shone on the top of the city, and the swords, guns and arrows in their hands reflected cold light. Yang Ling was afraid that the officers and soldiers on the city would mistakenly think that it was the Tartars who fired arrows rashly. He stopped the refugees and walked forward alone, shouting to the city as he walked: "I am Yang Ling, the Jiming Yizheng, and behind are the villagers of nearby villages and towns. Who is the guardian of the city? Please come out and see me."

His eyes were patrolling the crowd at the top of the city, and suddenly a familiar figure jumped into his eyes. It was the young lady. She stood at the high city, and the sunset fell on the ancient city post and also on her body, covering her figure with a layer of golden edge.
Chapter completed!