In front of the defeated Jibei Prince's Mansion, a farmer riding a donkey came.

The faces of farmers have been engraved with traces of hard work because they have been working in the fields all year round.

The back of the hand holding the donkey's reins has turned gray and black and is covered with rough lines.

The burlap clothes on his body were dusty, and the shoes on his feet were stained with mud and grass clippings.

All show that this is a real farmer.

But the farmer's eyes looked at the Prince of Jibei's Mansion, but they were full of complex expressions.

He led the donkey to the side door and knocked on the door.

no response.

Cao Miao frowned and increased her strength.

"Bang bang bang!"

The door finally opened from the inside, and the old and dizzy concierge stood there tremblingly, his cloudy eyes looking up and down at the farmer in front of him.

It seems that he is a little confused, how can such a Guizhou leader have the courage to knock on the door of the princes of the Wei Dynasty.

But strangely enough, the person in front of me always seemed familiar.

Cao Miao was a little helpless:

"Uncle Yan, it's me."

The old concierge heard this voice and finally recognized the person in front of him. It was the Dalang Lord who had been away from the house for several years.

"Lang Jun? Are you the eldest son?"

The old concierge held Cao Miao's arms tremblingly, crying:

"How did you become like this? How much hardship have you suffered!"

Cao Miao's eyes twitched and she looked at the creaking door panel.

Then I looked at the collapsed courtyard wall that had not been repaired.

I remember that when I left, the gap was not so big.

well!

Everyone has his own suffering.

Although the countryside is not as prosperous as here, it is more comfortable.

Being the king of Jibei here, it is difficult to have freedom.

"Young Master, come on, come on, my old servant will take you back to the house."

Cao Miao quickly held down the old concierge:

"Uncle Yan, no need. I know how to get there myself. You can continue to guard the door."

"That's not possible. The eldest son has not come back for so many years. How can the old servant ignore him?"

"No, no, no," Cao Miao thrust the donkey's rope into the old porter's hand, "Well, Uncle Yan, help me tie the donkey up, and I'll go in and see Yungong myself."

"donkey?"

The old porter looked at the rope in his hand, then at the donkey behind Cao Miao, and finally his eyes fell back on Cao Miao, crying again:

"My eldest son, you are out there, but you are suffering greatly. You can't even ride a horse, so you can only ride a donkey."

In the countryside, it would be nice to ride a donkey.

Not to mention that over the years, the Wei Dynasty continued to lose the land for raising horses, and now only Youzhou remains.

After Sima Yi entered Jizhou, even Youzhou stopped transporting horses to the south of the river.

There is a serious shortage of horses in the government and the army. How can there be any horses among the people?

Even if there is one, it is basically an old horse with a broken horse, and it would be good to have a rogue horse.

And it may not be as good as your own donkey.

"Okay, Uncle Yan, let's put the donkey in the front yard. You can just watch it from here."

Cao Zhi, King of Jibei, came over at some point and gave orders, which relieved Cao Miao's embarrassment.

Most of the people in Prince Ji's Mansion are old, weak, sick and disabled. The front yard is not cleaned very often throughout the year and is overgrown with weeds.

Although the grass is dry in winter, it is hard to say that the donkey will be able to find a few bites of food in the yard as spring approaches.

Two brothers, one wearing the robes of princes and kings, the other wearing coarse linen clothes, looked at each other.

After a long time, Cao Zhi suddenly smiled and said:

"Brother, you are here."

Cao Miao nodded:

"Yes, I'm coming."

"Calculating the days, it's almost here, so I just came out to give instructions. Unexpectedly, it will be half a day sooner than I thought."

Cao Zhi stretched out his hand and saluted:

"Brother, please come inside."

Cao Miao looked at Cao Zhi steadily for a while, smiled, and finally stepped inside.

"If you don't clean up outside, you won't let anyone clean up inside."

Looking at the mess in the living room, some of the appliances are even imported from the West. If you put them outside, you might be able to sell them at a good price if you meet someone who knows the stuff.

Cao Miao couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Where is the extra manpower in the house?"

Cao Zhi smiled nonchalantly, with a somewhat bitter look on his face, "There were only two or three who could walk, and they all went out with the caravan."

Jibei Prefecture definitely does not have caravans, nor does it have that many manpower to organize caravans.

But there is a way.

But here in Kanto, there are many families with caravans and no way out.

However, Cao Zhi knew very well that a big tree attracts wind, so he would only ask for 10% every time.

No matter who you cooperate with, it only costs 10%.

Even if someone insists on giving him a few percent more, he doesn't want it.

And he is very careful in choosing his collaborators.

He would not choose any larger aristocratic family - this is to avoid suspicion and to avoid disaster.

The smaller tyrants don’t have the qualifications.

Therefore, those who are not big or small, and who are able to establish a relationship with a certain aristocratic family in secret or overtly, are the ones he wants to cooperate with.

There is no shortage of money, but there is not much money either.

Anyway, it’s enough, and you can still enjoy some things from the West.

This is the situation in Prince Ji's Mansion.

After hearing what Cao Zhi said, Cao Miao looked around.

"Don't look, there are only you and me here."

When Cao Miao heard this, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face:

"Auxiliary Officer of Literary Defense?"

"The Literary Defense Auxiliary is used to defend adults. You and I, brothers, have no reputation. How can we be worthy of being assisted?"

The word "assistance" has a slightly thick pronunciation, and even a hint of ridicule.

"So after your lord's death, the last defense auxiliary officer left office, and the imperial court never sent anyone here again."

After Cao Zhi's death, one of Cao Miao and Cao Zhi became the king of Jibei, and the other went to the countryside to farm.

Over the years, Cao Miao has been farming diligently. If it is not necessary, he will never inquire about the news of Prince Ji's Mansion, let alone take the initiative to contact him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be dressed like a peasant.

When he heard Cao Zhi say this, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope:

"Has the imperial court changed its tyrannical clan rule?"

No wonder Yungong suddenly called him over.

"What are you thinking about?"

Cao Sheng laughed, pointed at himself, and then at Cao Miao:

"I'm afraid the imperial court has too much time to take care of itself. How can it still be in the mood to care about us princes and kings outside?"

Cao Miao's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment, and then her heart shrank suddenly, and her voice couldn't help but become a little lower:
To be continued...