Xu Mansion is a very ordinary mansion, which is not conspicuous in Changfengfang. The vermilion on the gate looks decades old, with blue bricks and stone steps, and a small plaque with the word "Xu Mansion" written on it.

Yan Xiaoyi stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened. Someone poked his head out and asked, "Who knocked on the door?"

Seeing everyone's faces clearly, the man looked happy, opened the door with a creak, moved out, bowed to Zeng Baohua and said, "I have seen Xiao Ming... Xiao Lang!"

"Hello Xing Bo'an!" Zeng Baohua also looked happy and replied with excitement. After suffering so much, he finally found a place.

"Brother Hua, how many brothers are there to come in quickly! Are these two?" Uncle Xing looked around and led the way in front.

"This is Mr. Wen, Master Wen, this is Guo Baozi and Brother Guo." Zeng Baohua introduced, "This is the manager of Mr. Xu's mansion, Xing Bo."

After everyone greeted him, they followed Xing Bo into the mansion. Wen Shidao and others were led to a side room to serve tea, while Zeng Baohua was directly introduced to the main hall of the second courtyard.

"Zeng Shisanlang has met Mrs. Xu."

"Please get up quickly!" Mrs. Xu was about forty years old, beautiful and dignified. She said excitedly with joy on her face, "It's been ten years in a flash, and I didn't expect that Beiping Lang would grow up so big all at once."

Standing at the lower head, Xing Bo wiped his eyes and said with a smile: "Yes, madam, if Lao Zi had not met Xiao Ming in the village two years ago...Beiping Lang, I would not have dared to recognize him."

Mrs. Xu turned around and said to Xing Bo with a serious expression: "Mr. Xing, you can't call it wrong in front of outsiders, so as not to cause trouble."

"I'm not sure, it's just a good word. I must remember it in my heart and dare not call it wrong again. The young man knew that if this was known by Wude and other people from Taoist sects, he would bring disaster to the master and Dewei Gong."

Mrs. Xu nodded and no longer delved, but said regretfully: "The official was ordered to leave the capital in the month of the previous month, and the officials were promising Shandong and Jianghuai towns. They would not be able to come back in less than a year or two."

"Madam, where is Brother Liang?"

"Dalang made up for the mission in May, referring to the mission to the ministers, and then followed the Zuo Sanqi Changshi Lord Zhao to Fengxiang to announce the imperial edict. He said that he would give Fengxiang Jieduan Li to reorganize and be promoted to the chief magistrate of the procuratorate. He probably wouldn't come back before the New Year."

It was a coincidence that they had gone out. Zeng Baohua thought for a while and bowed, "Madam, let's find a small house nearby, stay there for the time being, and let's talk about it when the gentleman and Brother Liang come back."

"That's all. Xing Bo, you can go find Li Fangzheng later and ask him to help find a suitable house."

"The little one knows it."

"Is Dwyer in good health?"

"Thank you for your greetings from my wife. My father is still the same as he is suffering from old diseases, especially in the cold winter, and he is full of breath."

"It was the root of the disease left behind when he was in Yanshan and fought fiercely with the Khitan Hulu on a snowy night. I heard from the officials that Duke Dewei was coughing up and bleeding at that time." Mrs. Xu sighed.

Zeng Baohua remained silent and his face was full of genius. Perhaps it was because his father felt that he had not had enough time and wanted to leave a way out for the young and old villages, so he made up his mind and agreed to recruit peace.

Xing Bo sighed from the side: "It was Gong Dewei who worked hard to protect tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Yanshan Camp and tens of thousands of people in Youzhou City. He has made great contributions. It has only made him suffer..."

"Is it good to celebrate the birthday of my wife? We sisters have not seen each other for more than ten years."

"Mrs. Xie is concerned. My mother is in good health and has been taking good care of her father." Zeng Baohua replied with his hands.

"Is the copycat good now?"

"Everything else is good, but the food is getting increasingly difficult." Zeng Baohua replied vaguely. The situation is really bad. The officers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain are pressing step by step, and the "friendly village" on the mountain is in bad intentions and it is difficult to move forward.

"Why?" Mrs. Xu asked in confusion.

"When it comes to my wife, it should be that the children of the Jizi camp have grown up. As the saying goes, half a boy is poor, and hundreds and half boys are afraid they will really lose their hamlet." Xing Bo replied to Zeng Baohua next to him. He went to Maozhao Village two years ago and knew some inside information.

Mrs. Xu smiled, raised her head slightly, as if she was recalling it, and then murmured: "I heard from the officials that in the 18th year of Tianyou, Yanshan Camp was destroyed. Duke Dewei retreated into the Taihang Mountains with three thousand old, weak women and children. Among them, there were more than 400 boys, all of whom were orphans of the righteous men in Yanshan Camp. Five or six years have passed, and they have indeed grown up."

"Mrs. Dewei Gong regarded these orphans as if they were from their relatives, and their kindness was like Ji Zi. But the mountain village was located in a bad mountain, with little food and clothing, and no shortage of medicine. When Lao Zhuo went to the mountain village two years ago, he heard that dozens of people had died in the Ji Zi camp three or four years. Alas..."

Seeing Mrs. Xu and Xing Bo look sad, Zeng Baohua advised: "Mrs. and Xing Bo do not have to be sad. The dead brothers have been led to the Heavenly Gate by the Prince of the East and live in the ten continents. From now on, they are majestic and free, and have no end to the end."

Mrs. Xu and Xing Bo couldn't help but recite in unison: "The sun and the moon shine together, and the blue lotus shine."

Zeng Baohua paused for a moment and continued, "Now there are 357 brothers in Jizichang. As Xing Bo said, it is because of our 300 and a half-old boys that we have become increasingly embarrassed to eat the food of the copycat."

Mrs. Xu couldn't help laughing.

After having a family dinner, Zeng Baohua said goodbye to Mrs. Xu and followed Xing Bo out of the second yard.

"Xing Bo, I want to find something to do in Luoyang City and earn some copper coins to live. I wonder what you have here?"

"Brother Hua, why did you say this?" Xing Bo asked in confusion. No matter how embarrassed the Maozhai Village is, it would not be that the young master would not have enough money for several months. In recent years, the villages often came down to rob the rich and help the poor. They are well-known in Hengzhou, Daizhou, Dingzhou and Weizhou. The villages are also poor and are among the poverty-stricken. They should have some savings.

"We went down the mountain, a total of twelve people. We accidentally encountered riots in Xingzhou, so we turned west. As a result, we encountered local bandits in Luzhou. We finally escaped and avoided Gaoping, but we didn't want to be eaten by the rural soldiers there. In the end, only five of us were left, and we were completely thrown away. Because we could not pay the tax on entering the city, we still lingered outside the city for several days. In the end, we did some small business and then gathered some copper coins into the city."

Hearing this, Xing Bo could only sigh, "This world is the way."

"Xing Bo, five of us, plus Mr. Wen and Brother Guo, and seven of us consume a lot of food every day. The copper coins we get are not enough for us to eat. Mr. Xu is honest and his salary cannot support us. Besides, we have come this time and find a way out. While Mr. Xu and Brother Liang have not come back, we find something to do in Luoyang City, and have a little experience and become familiar with the situation."

"Brother Hua is thoughtful." Xing Bo heard Zeng Baohua's meaning, thought for a while, and suddenly thought of someone.

"The official Kong Jie, the magistrate of Henan Prefecture, is from Shenzhou. He is the old friend of the master. He is the nephew of his wife. He is here to visit his relatives and ask Guan Jun to arrange an appointment. I believe he will be able to do it."

"It's so good. I'm just worried that after Mr. Xu returns to Beijing, will he blame us for placing his name for favoritism?"

"Old man knows the master's character, and others may blame others, but Shisanlang will never. Don't worry. I will first ask my wife to prepare a book, then go to the Confucius Mansion to find a manager whom I know, and throw it into the backyard of his mansion. If you ask Master Kong's wife to say a few good words, you will definitely succeed."

"Then I will thank Mr. Xing."

"What a small matter is worth mentioning. I just want to feel wronged... Shisanlang, he was tired of being called and sent to the death, and ran away."
Chapter completed!