There are high walls around Hongzhu Town. Chen Ping'an and his group need to enter the town from the north gate. As a result, an accident happened soon. There were soldiers wearing armor and sharp armor at the wall. They needed to submit the household certificate and pass the pass before entering. This made Chen Ping'an dumb on the spot. He didn't even know anything about the household certificate and pass the pass.

Aliang, who had received a gold ingot early, took out a wrinkled document from his arms with a smile. After the inspection, the guy didn't even want the donkey. He swaggered and entered the city alone. When he arrived at the door of the wall, he still waved goodbye to everyone looking at each other, which caused Li Huai to curse and threatened to kill the white donkey. Aliang laughed and left.

Zhu He was also helpless. Before leaving the town, his ancestors did not specifically explain this matter. In fact, except for his age, Zhu He didn't know anything about the world outside, and he was no better than Chen Ping'an. As for the matter of hiking through mountains and rivers, he was far inferior to the poor boy who was a kiln worker. Zhu He had an idea and thought that money could make the ghost push the mill, which must be a universal principle. He wanted to secretly stuff silver to a guard soldier, but was taken directly by the young soldier.

The spearhead was pressed against his chest and scolded him sternly. Even Zhu He, who is of good temper, was also a little angry. If a martial artist in the fifth realm joins the army, he would not even have to hold thousands of elite middle-level generals. However, when Zhu He was about to argue with that person, Zhu Lu gently pulled his arm and reminded softly: "Dad, our Dali army has clear rewards and punishments, and it has a characteristic, either extremely light or extremely heavy, so don't conflict with these soldiers, as we ordinary people will not get any advantage."

Zhu He frowned and snorted coldly. After all, he chose not to fight with officials.

Zhu Lu whispered: "Dad, let my ancestors help you find an official identity in the future. With the amulet and your skills, I believe you will soon be able to emerge. How can you still be so angry?"

Zhu He strode away, nodded, turned around and glanced at the gatekeeper, and sneered: "It really fits the old saying, the King of Hell is easy to see, and the little ghost is difficult to deal with."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said slowly: "There is really no way, so he can only bypass Hongzhu Town. We will sleep outside tonight. We can hire someone to help us purchase all the items we need. The real big trouble is that we can't go to the water transport terminal in the town. The established itinerary needs to be modified. The original waterway of more than 200 miles was more than a boat along the Xiuhua River. It would be much easier than walking on our way, and there would be no need to detour."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a blue official uniform walked out of the city gate quickly, looked at Chen Ping'an and his party carefully, and finally looked at Zhu He, clasped his fists and asked, "In the next Cheng Sheng, now he is the postmaster of the Pillow Post in Hongzhu Town. Can you ask if it is Mr. Zhu He from Longquan County?"

Zhu He remained silent and looked alert.

The man who claimed to be the postmaster smiled heartily and said, "Your family leader once sent a letter directly to our county magistrate. He briefly mentioned your itinerary and let our county magistrate fulfill the friendship of the landlord. In addition, you each have letters and letters. You have arrived at our pillow post. I made a special trip for you a few days ago. I can only say that it is clean and clean. I dare not say how good it is. I hope you all will be grateful. Don't complain to the county magistrate, otherwise the county magistrate will be unhappy. I am afraid I will lose my job tomorrow."

The pillow office suddenly remembered something, "If Mr. Zhu doesn't believe it, I can go to the office and call someone immediately. This person is from Fulu Street in Longquan County, saying that he is also an old yamen runner who supervises the official office. Among them is a letter from Dali Jingcheng, which he personally brought to the boss of the yamen office, saying that he would hand it over to a young man named Lin Shouyi."

Lin Shouyi walked forward a few steps, his face full of arrogance and arrogance from the children of aristocratic families, and asked, "I am Lin Shouyi, Longquan County. How dare I ask Cheng Yicheng, what is that person's name?"

The maid Zhu Lu was a little stunned. Lin Shouyi was different from the quiet and stern boy she remembered.

Li Baoping and Li Huai's eyes met for a moment, and each nodded slightly.

The postmaster Cheng Sheng's speech was not at all stagnant, "If I remember correctly, I should be named Tang Shutou, who is in his forties. Our Dali official language is not very smooth. Well, this person especially likes drinking, just wine..."

Lin Shou nodded and asked casually: "The official secretary has been waiting for us at this north gate these days?"

The man smiled and said, "Although I really want to nod, I really don't have this shame. In fact, the Pillow Post is located in the north of Hongzhu Town, not far from this. Secondly, there is a beacon tower built on the high mountain near the town. I have a good relationship with Suichen, so I asked him to help stare at the downhill post road in the north. As soon as I see Mr. Lin, Mr. Zhu, I will let the beacon under him enter the city to notify me."

Lin Shouyi suddenly realized, stopped talking, turned to look at Chen Ping'an, who nodded.

Zhu He smiled and thanked: "Mr. Cheng has trouble."

The postmaster quickly waved his hand and said, "But I can't afford to be called an adult, I'm just a villain in front of a donkey and behind a horse. I'm doing the job of serving noble people all day long. It's really hard to get into the elegant hall. If you don't want to talk about it, I'll tell the guards about it, and I believe you will be able to enter our town soon."

The post chief belonged to the Dali court, but he could not be called the court's official. This type of clerk is not in the ordinary and does not belong to the rank of officials. The division between clear and turbid officials is a huge gap.

Soon the postmaster led them to the city wall gate. Although the soldiers guarding the city were released, their faces were still not very good-looking.

The official secretary took the lead in passing through the particularly shaded gate of the city wall, turned to Zhu He and explained in a low voice: "They are all veterans who have retreated from the border battlefield. They are not very capable, but they are stubborn. Sometimes even our county masters have no choice but to do anything to them. Mr. Zhu should not be as knowledgeable as them."

Zhu He has no experience in the martial arts world anymore, but he still understands the truth of giving a simple and profound explanation, so he has no answers.

They passed by a cold shop, and young men kept coming and going, and a white light lit up from time to time.

Li Huai couldn't move his footsteps, and Zhu He couldn't help but take a few more glances and soon lost interest.

The official secretary said: "It was a sword shop, and the rest of the weapons were occasionally sold."

Lin Shouyi asked curiously: "Does the government care? Are you not afraid of fighting with armed people?"

The official secretary smiled and said, "The government doesn't care much about these things, but as long as something happens, it will be very strict. If the county government does not have enough staff, the county master can mobilize all the sects in the jurisdiction to help resolve the dispute."

Dali is a martial artist, and there are many raids who travel around the world with swords and swords. There are both rogues with high vision and low skills, as well as children of aristocratic families. Although the Dali court prohibits the sale of all weapons, most people turn a blind eye to ordinary swords with ordinary casting techniques, mainly depending on the attitude of local officials. If they are born in a purely-study seed, they must be strictly prohibited. If they are born in a warrior on the battlefield, they will probably be able to open a sideline. Of course, strong bows, hard crossbows, and excellent armor, etc., must not be sold anywhere.

Beacon towers, post stations, markets, wine shops, brothels, etc., Hongzhu Town is full of everything, and it is very lively and there are many pedestrians on the streets. Compared with Chen Ping'an and his town, there are too many bustling and noisy. The shops on both sides of the street are dazzling and shouting.

After chatting all the way, he came to the Pillow Post after a stick of incense. Soon a servant in the inn took away the white donkey and horses. The postmaster Cheng Sheng really arranged an inn for them, including both A and B. He did not make any decisions, but threw the five inns to Zhu He and asked them to arrange them by themselves.

Under Chen Ping'an's arrangement, Li Baoping and Zhu Lu lived in a Class A inn, Zhu He lived in a Class A, and he and Li Huailin Shouyi each lived in a Class B inn. If Aliang came back, he could choose any inn to live in. Of course, with Aliang's temper, he would definitely ask if he could choose Zhu Lu. It is estimated that Zhu Lu would be able to roll his eyes by then.

In the dusk, everyone put their luggage on their own and gathered in the spacious A-class inn in Zhuhe. The postmaster Cheng Sheng quickly sent a stack of letters and letters from his family. After delivering them, he smiled and said that if you have something to do, just shout it. He also said that the night market in Hongzhu Town is famous in the south of Dali, and you must see it if you have the opportunity.

Lin Shouyi had one letter, Li Baoping had the most, three letters, and even Chen Ping'an had one letter. Li Huai had empty hands and finally found Zhu Lu who was almost in the same situation. The child smiled and said, "Fortunately, we both share the same illness."

Zhu Lu ignored it and walked to the window. The small pillow inn was in a deep winding path, creating a deep sense of aristocratic garden. From here, it looked like a small lake that felt the size of a palm, with bloated and fat red and yellow koi.

Lin Shouyi's letter was only one piece of letter paper, with few words. The boy took a deep breath and put the so-called letter back into the envelope. After leaving the post house with a gloomy face, he clenched the envelope tightly. In addition to more than 30 running scripts with perfunctory writing, there was also a silver note from the largest bank of Dali with 300 taels of silver in the envelope.

The boy walked back to the inn, closed the door gently, and placed the envelope on the table, his face turned ashen and his chest was fluttering.

Chen Ping'an chose a secluded seat and sat down. Li Baoping ran over, looking reluctant to speak. He smiled and said, "If I have any words I don't know, I will ask you."

Only then did Li Baoping return to the table and start to open the letters. The three letters from his father, eldest brother and second brother were from his father.

Li Baoping opened it one by one. His father Li Hong said in the letter, asking about his well-being. As always, he was not strict with the airs of a strict father. He told him some trivial matters, such as getting more clothes during the cold weather, not being afraid of spending money when going out. Then every time he passed by the post station, he must send letters to his parents and chattered, and five or six pieces of letter paper were flipped away. Li Baoping sighed and looked at Zhu He who was sitting opposite the table drinking tea, and said sadly: "When will my parents not treat me as a child?"

Zhu He couldn't help laughing and drank tea.

Li Baoping browsed the second letter, which was written by their eldest grandson of the Li family. Her elder brother is now studying the scriptures at home and preparing to participate in the imperial examination next year. The content of the letter is concise, with the upright regular characters, as if full of the charm of a gentleman sitting upright. Each stroke reveals a strong sense of caution. The whole article is about sages and sages. He told her not to neglect the father and daughter Zhu He and Zhu Lu, and that they should not give birth to children. She asked her to listen more to Chen Ping'an's words in Niping Lane, be able to endure hardships and cause less trouble to others. However, at the end of the letter, the elder brother who has adhered to etiquette and rules since childhood told her that the crab she caught home from the stream when she was a child, now he has raised his experience and asked her to just rest assured.

Li Baoping raised the letter paper in his hand and complained to Zhu He: "Brother doesn't feel sorry for me the most."

Zhu He held back his smile and thought to himself, Miss, you must have it. Who doesn't know that the Li family is the eldest son who feels most sorry for you. That is the nerd who even had a headache when he talks about the truth. The first time he drank, the tea was secretly replaced by his sister's peach blossom spring roast, which made the eldest son so angry that he almost collapsed. When his parents saw it, they were scared and dared not persuade anything. They only dared to follow their son who ran to find his sister to punish him, for fear that this slightly pedantic son would teach Xiaobao a lesson in anger.

Unexpectedly, when he saw the girl standing outside the yard, put his hands on his hips, and looked at her as if he was homeless, he scolded her again, and was so angry that he turned around and left, and was so humiliated that he had been furious for several days. Later, a jar of peach blossoms was buried in his yard that year. When his sister asked about it, she said she wanted to marry her. The little girl was so scared that she ran away secretly. She wandered around Longxu Creek all day alone, and she almost hid in the mountains.

When the Li family noticed that Li Baoping was gone, the ancestor was furious and sent everyone to find this silly girl. In the end, it was the eldest son who made up for his mistakes. In a small temple across the river, he found the poor child sleeping on a wooden bench and carried her back home.

The little girl in red cotton-padded jacket suddenly smiled and said, "But I still like my elder brother the most."

The last letter was sent to my sister by the second son of the Li family. It tells his experience of going to Dali Capital. It was all strange stories that I saw with my own eyes or heard from him. The wording was as beautiful as prose, and it was very skilled, like a poet who was gifted by heaven. This second son was far more popular in the Li family on Fulu Street than the eldest son. He was handsome and elegant, but he was funny, and liked to read military books. He liked to let the maids and servants in the mansion "fight" since he was a child. Compared with the old-fashioned eldest son, the people in the mansion prefer to deal with the cheerful second son. During festivals, the second son would throw out a small embroidery bag to reward money when he saw someone, which was heavy. If someone said good words, he would give him an embroidery bag.

Li Baoping flipped over quickly. When he saw the penultimate piece of letter paper, he looked up at Zhu Lu: "My second brother said to you, and he talked about the peace of the Dali beacon tower that he had told you before. Once he stayed at the top of the mountain at night and saw this signal of beacon tower that reported safety to the capital on the border. Looking into the distance, it looked like a long dragon of flames, very spectacular."

Zhu Lu quickly walked back to the table and sat down, asking, "Miss, what else did you say?"

Li Baoping simply handed all the stack of letter papers to Zhu Lu. Instead, his second brother was talking about the customs and habits, and there was nothing to say about it.

Zhu Lu took the letter and asked, "Can you take it back and read it slowly?"

Li Baoping nodded and said, "Just don't lose it."

Zhu Lu left with a smile on her face.

The postmaster Cheng Sheng knocked in and brought a pot of fresh fruits and melons.

Behind him was a man in a hat.

Li Huai was furious and ran over and was about to push this heartless bastard out of the house.

While competing with Li Huai, Aliang sat on the stool by the table and asked with a wicked smile: "What's wrong with Zhu Lu? Her pretty look with a spring breeze on her face seems to be a little more beautiful than usual."

Zhu He had a dark face and didn't speak.

Lin Shouyi returned and sat near Chen Ping'an. Aliang threw the silver gourd to Lin Shouyi. The young man pulled out the wine plug and took a sip of the wine.

Aliang turned his head and asked the official secretary: "Is there a Fushui Bay in Hongzhu Town? It's not too far from the water transport terminal?"

The Yicheng looked strange and nodded, "Some."

Aliang said, "Sales the gold cave, and they are the gold cave."

There is a crescent-shaped river beside the Hongzhu Town, which is floating with a kind of exquisite pleasure boat unique to Hongzhu Town. It is only two or three feet long, and is surrounded by precious purple bamboos or ordinary green bamboos. The luxurious decoration inside depends on the financial resources of the owner of the pleasure boat. Each pleasure boat generally has two to three women, many beautiful women, young girls, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea and wine. You can be proficient in at least one or two. In addition to the elegant seats to view the scenery, there is also a bedroom, and its function is self-evident.

Those boatmen were the cheapest families of Dali from generation to generation. According to legend, they were once the remnants of the Shenshui Kingdom of the previous dynasty. Emperor Dali issued an imperial edict that they would never be able to go ashore and asked them to be the rootless duckweed for generations to be borne by descendants.

The people of Hongzhu Town have been passed down from generation to generation. The landlord of Qidun Mountain not far away was unparalleled and secretly protected the ancestors of these surnames' escape routes. This caused Emperor Dali to be furious and demoted from the mountain god to the land. He ordered the descendants of those surnames to break the golden bodies with their own hands and sink into the bottom of the river.

The official secretary carefully prepared the words and selected some harmless allusions in the town to tell these distinguished guests.

Hongzhu Town cannot be called the north-south hub of Dali, but it is also a busy water transport terminal with boats and boats. Its properties gather in various places. It is the place where three rivers and water converge, namely Chongdan River, Xiuhua River and Yuye River, but there are only two river gods. There are river god temples and clay statues of golden bodies on the riverside. They are all commanders of the Dali Merits and Navy Army who died in that water battle.

Only the Chongdanjiang River did not set up a river god or a temple. Then a temple with a rich in incense appeared, enshrined a savage girl who committed suicide by jumping into the river to prove her innocence. As a result, she was soon designated as a lewd temple by the Dali court. Now there are only a pile of ruins, broken bricks and tiles, and only snakes and rats run around.

When he heard the deeds of the landlord of Qidun Mountain, Li Huai sighed in a low voice: "I didn't expect such a big villain to have such a good reputation in Hongzhu Town."

Lin Shouyi's face was indifferent, "Every family has a difficult sutra to recite."

Chen Ping'an put away the letter sent by Ruan Xiu.

The letter said that the Luopo Mountain he bought was successfully awarded the title of Dali New Mountain God, helping to gather spiritual energy at the top of the mountain, second only to Piyun Mountain, which did not participate in the sale, and the Lighting Mountain in her hand with her father.
Chapter completed!