He comforted him in his sigh.

It's like a deflated ball.

And after a while, he even had to stir up his anger and continue working...

...

In the third year of Wu Zhenxing, April 25, evening.

While everyone in Fuzhou was in a storm of political turmoil, a dilapidated carriage dragged by a jujube horse was slowly driving into the ancient city that was still trapped in the turmoil in the southwest gate of the city.

The accumulated water caused by the wind and rain has not yet completely receded. Sewage flows on the streets, a lot of garbage on the roadside, and collapsed houses. People are still cleaning their homes after the disaster.

"Okay, it's so lively."

In front of the carriage, the boy wearing patched clothes and holding a horse whip stared at his eyes and expressed a strange feeling.

In the car behind, the girl who was forced to be named Long Aotian was tidying up her things while looking at him gently.

Ning Ji and Qu Longjun also experienced a typhoon a few days ago.

They luckily found a small cave in the nearby mountains to hide. When the typhoon came, the sky was dark and the wind and rain were like thousands of troops rushing by. Ning Ji was stunned and excited in the cave. Because the cave was not big, Qu Longjun was hugged by Ning Ji, and they squeezed together with the "bald donkey" of the jujube horse.

When the storm was getting less, Ning Ji went out to fight a few times. Because according to the Chinese Army, fighting against mountain torrents and tsunamis can significantly increase martial arts.

The typhoon is so powerful and exciting.

After this strong wind passed, they came out of the mountain and moved to a broken carriage from someone else's house on the way. I heard that there were often strong winds in Fuzhou, and perhaps even bigger than this one. Ning Ji was already looking forward to it. He and Qu Longjun planned to come to Fuzhou together, convert the broken carriage into a mobile department store, make a fortune in buying and selling goods, and then rent a solid house in the city. When the next typhoon comes, the two of them will eat hot pot and sing songs in the room, and experience all this well.

Of course, Qu Longjun is also very excited about everything he is with him.

At the same time, in Houguan County, a few miles away from this place, Yue Yinping and Yue Yun were pouring a pot of strong wine on the street where the soldiers of Beiwei Army died unjustly three days ago to pay tribute to their dead comrades.

On the other side of this world, a name named Chen Shuangran was passed down by word of mouth among the clan bosses, and will soon become a legend in the underworld this summer...

The noisy and busy city, the sea breeze blows, and the line of cause and effect is extending, and some stories have not yet happened.

It's about to happen...
Chapter completed!