Hearing this, Cai Luan reluctantly withdrew her gaze and turned into another street with Jia Feng.

There are three words written on the street archway, "Ningrong Street". Compared with the previous street, this street is obviously much deserted, with only a few merchants. Looking at the bookstore on the street, a trace of recollection flashed in Jia Feng's eyes. He was preparing to take the imperial examination road back then, and he came here a lot, reading books. Time is quiet, and now in a blink of an eye, it has been five or six years.

After thinking about it, Jia Guan turned over and dismounted and came to the bookstore in a few steps. There was a cover outside the store with the word "book" on it. The store was similar to before, and there was no major change. Jia Guan glanced at a corner. Well, it was still the old man. It was Jia Zheng who hired a poor scholar from the countryside. He remembered that the other party was named Si Songgen.

When the old man heard something, he slowly stood up from the bamboo chair, squinted his eyes, and shook his head and said, "This place is Jia's Bookstore and is not open to outsiders for the time being. The children of Jia's family can read for free here, but they must not damage the books!"

There was a furnace where he was staying, but the books were flammable, so they were far away. He didn't see clearly about the visitor. When he turned over from the wall, he saw a boy in red, which shocked him.

This vermilion color is not something that ordinary people can wear. In the current dynasty, only officials of the fourth rank or above could wear red.

"Damn old man, my body is still so strong~"

Seeing this old man, Jia Feng said half-jokingly.

Si Songgen's heart trembled as he heard this familiar greeting. He hadn't heard this sound for four or five years. He had thought that Jia Feng had died! After all, Jia Feng was too young back then, and he was another person. In this world, the chance of a child living alone would not be too high.

"You are Brother Wu?"

Seeing Si Songgen's eyes were wet, Jia Feng sighed in his heart. When he came here to read books, he had been with this stubborn old man for a long time. From the beginning, he had complained, but later he was willing to spend a few cents to prepare two buns for him. Jia Feng was still grateful to this old man.

"It's me~"

Hearing Jia Wen's words, Si Songgen wiped his face a few times and smiled.

"The wind is strong, the sand is fascinated~"

Jia Feng knew that the old man was stubborn and did not expose him. He pulled over the two stools beside him, gave one to Si Songgen, and placed the other next to him.

Si Songgen didn't control it, so he naturally took the stool handed over by Jia Feng, sat down, and asked, "Brother Feng, where have you been in the past few years? You haven't seen you read books~"

Jia Feng smiled and said, "I didn't go anywhere. I went to Jiubian to fight two battles and happened to win. Isn't this a return home in glory!"

He knew that the old man stayed here on weekdays and never went out, and the news was very unfamiliar. He thought that the other party didn't know what he was now, so he didn't use himself as the champion to stimulate him. He was old, and if he was stimulated, he would be terrible if he died.

Sure enough, Si Songgen was not aware of what was happening outside, or he didn't expect that the guy who was reading the book in front of him was the famous champion Hou!

"You are on the battlefield? It's good if you can come back! It's good if you can come back! Let me tell you! The battlefield is not a good place, it's a sword and a shadow. People are there and they lose their lives if they are accidentally killed. It's better to study! It's better to study!"

Jia Feng did not refute this. The battlefield was indeed not a good place. If he had not had the ability to be well-rounded, he would never have taken this path.

"It's okay, there's no war to fight in the nine sides in the future!"

Hearing this, the old man was a little confused. The border areas have always been a place where gunpowder smoke has been. How could there be no war?

Seeing him like this, Jia Feng continued with a smile: "Our Dakang won a great victory this year, and defeated Houyuan. They are afraid that they will not dare to come to Jiubian to fight Qiufeng or something again for a long time!"

When Si Songgen heard this, he nodded.

"Yes! Then the people on the frontier are happy! Oh! By the way, Brother Feng, have you looked at others? I think you are not young anymore. It is just right that you have finally established a career and quickly become a family!"

Hearing this, Jia Feng couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He looked old, but in fact he was less than fourteen years old. He got married at this age, but this old man could think of it.

Then the two chatted for a while. Jia Ju and Cai Luan asked Cai Luan for a silver note of 100 taels and handed it to the old man. At first, Si Songgen said he didn't want anything, but later Jia Ju insisted that he accepted it. In fact, it was not that Jia Ju refused to give it too much, but he knew that this hundred taels was the limit for the old man to take safety. If it were more, he might be plotted against by villains. If it weren't for fifty taels, he would have wanted to give it fifty taels and give the rest slowly in the future.

Later, he told Si Songgen that there were some juniors in the family that he could help him get an errand, but the old man also declined.

In desperation, Jia Feng told him again that if there was any difficulty, he would go to the mansion to find himself, and then he got up and left.

After leaving the bookstore, there were only a few steps ahead. Jia Feng did not get on the horse anymore. He walked directly to the Ningguo Duke's Mansion~

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