"I'll set off right away. I'll see my second brother and my little sister first!"

Cao Xin can't wait.

It has been half a year since the second brother sent the letter, although judging from the letter, Cao Yi's side has always been stable and there is no danger.

But it must be guarded against.

Go early and go early.

"good!"

"Then go quickly!"

"be careful!"

Cao Ren didn't hesitate this time. In fact, compared to his master Duan Chong, he believed in his younger brother Cao Xin's ability to "relegate an immortal" more than his master Duan Chong.

Cao Xin didn't write any ink, so he put the letter away and said to Cao Ren: "Don't tell mother about this first, wait until I come back."

"Um!"

Cao Ren agreed.

Immediately, Cao Xin left Caojiazhuang, summoned the divine eagle, soared into the sky, and went straight to Beijing!

…

It was June and the sun was shining brightly.

This day, early morning.

With a dark look on his face, Yang Yi returned to his residence in the back street of Zheng Guogong's mansion.

This is a miscellaneous courtyard, where all the servants of the Duke's palace live. Yang Yi has average qualifications and only occupies a reverse room facing the sun.

But after all, land is at a premium in Shangjing, so having a single room that can protect you from the wind and rain is already very good.

Yang Yi is also very satisfied.

Before this year, his biggest wish was that he could live two more years, save more money, and ideally see his sister grow up.

As for myself.

A problem that has occurred since childhood, a sick child, has long been hopeless.

My only regret is that I may not be able to see my family before I die.

But unexpectedly, a turning point came unexpectedly.

"Jianghu Xunbao!"

Back in the house, Yang Yi picked up the newspaper that he had read countless times in the past six months, especially the "missing person notice" column above. His heart was filled with joy and hope.

Since the third year of Tianfu, I have been separated from my family.

While Yang Yi was holding on to his sister and struggling to survive, he was also worried about the safety of his family members who had just separated.

A blink of an eye.

Seven or eight years have passed.

He never expected that he would regain information about them in this way.

"Xijing Mansion."

"Caojiazhuang."

"They are living a good life and have never given up looking for me or the magpies."

"Ahem——"

Yang Yi coughed twice, his eyes bright.

He had just seen this newspaper at the end of the year, and when he saw the missing person notice, in the following days, he asked people in many ways to find out the details of "Jianghu Xun Bao".

Have a general understanding.

"Jianghu Xunbao" has an extraordinary background, and even the major yamen of the imperial court have to subscribe to it.

To be able to publish a "missing person notice" in such a publication, and to publish it in every issue, for half a year or a year, it is said that thousands of dollars are spent.

In Yang Yi's opinion, this is an astronomical figure.

Being willing to spend so much money shows that the current conditions of the family are very good.

"Our family has become a rich man now!"

Yang Yi was full of hope.

After reading the old newspaper, I tidied up my face and body, put on clean clothes, and walked out with the twenty-fourth letter I wrote a few days ago.

He will continue to send letters.

Then I stopped by to ask if the previous twenty-three letters had been sent and where they were sent.

"From Beijing to Xijing."

"There are five or six provinces in between."

"Not so fast."

Yang Yi was also anxious, but he comforted himself not to be anxious: "After sending the letter, dad and the others will come over again, and it will take more than half a year anyway."

Therefore, Yang Yi calmed down and waited slowly.

but.

Wandering outside for half a day.

The twenty-fourth letter was sent, but there was still no reply to the first twenty-three letters.

Yang Yi gradually became anxious.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

In today's Daliang, it costs a lot of money to send a letter from Shangjing to Xijing.

Yang Yi has already spent half of his wealth accumulated in seven or eight years.

He was worried about what he would do if his family's fortune was gone and there was still no response.

A penny can stump a heroic man!

For Yang Yi——

I am a sick man.

My sister is too young.

You can't live without money.

Yes.

Joy - anticipation - waiting - anxiety.

Continuous cycle.

Over the past six months, the further we go, the more frustrating it becomes.

It's half way through the day.

Yang Yi dragged his exhausted body back from outside.

Just came back.

Wang Zhu, a big brother who lived in the same hospital and was close to him, ran out to meet him. As soon as he saw him, he hurriedly said: "Xiao Yang, you came back just in time. Someone was looking for you in the house, saying it was your younger brother who is tall."

Martha, you don’t look like an ordinary person, please go back to the house and take a look.”

"younger brother?!"

Yang Yi was stunned.

My head was buzzing and going blank.

Then, he saw someone walking out from behind Old Uncle Zhu.

Green clothes!

tall!

With a sword on his waist, he looks so lively!

"you--"

Yang Yi looked at it and couldn't recognize which brother he was.

When Tianfu was separated for three years, the third brother Cao Li was ten years old, the fourth brother Cao Zhi was deceased, the fifth brother Cao Xin was six years old, the sixth brother Cao Wen was deceased, and the seventh brother Cao Liang was four years old.

Eight years have passed.

Cao Li is eighteen years old.

Cao Xin is fourteen years old.

Cao Liang was twelve years old.

"Are you the third child?"
To be continued...