At dawn, the cries of chickens and sheep came from the far end of the village. The morning breeze blew a circle of ripples on the water surface, and then it floated up the shore, sweeping the entire village with a strong earthy atmosphere.

The villagers are not as good as the urbanites. Even if it is not the busy farming season for spring and autumn harvest, every household is greedy for getting up early, year after year, day after day, which is due to habits. But it is different from usual. This morning, men, women, young and old in Yuanjing Village didn't bother to eat a few bites of rice. They pretended to look at the head of the village, stood under the locust tree and picked up their sleeves to look at the exquisite carriage at the entrance of the village, pointing at the point of their eyes, and looked at the faces of envy.

"The kid from An Laoyan's family is really lucky. I saved the female shopkeeper. According to my opinion, tsk, delicious food and drink will definitely be indispensable in the future."

"What a good life! Humph, Isn't it just that I've gone from a Yaozhai guy to an inn guy? Look at An Laoyan's glory in the past few years, but in the end it's just a waste of money."

"What's wrong with me? Don't underestimate the guys in the inn. How many kids in our village can have such good luck as men in the county?"

The villagers chattered, some disdainful, some envious, and all of them sighed. Three years ago, the An family and his family were still a tenant of Mr. Li. In just three years, they transformed from a tenant to a wealthy family second only to Mr. Li. There were three large tiled houses in the family, including pigs, sheep and cattle. Even if they didn't farm, they could live a peaceful life. The people of Yuanjing Village, who witnessed all this with their own eyes, were naturally envious and jealous. Fortunately, most of the villagers were simple, and even if they were jealous, they would just complain. No one would make trouble behind their backs. In addition, the An family and his family still looked as honest as before, and they were kind to others, so their lives were considered peaceful.

Everyone knows that An Wazi's development was caused by An Wazi. If An Wazi had not been lucky enough to become the shopkeeper of Fuyunzhai a few years ago, she would not have sent money to An's family every now and then. This time, An Wazi was killed by bandits, but was attracted by the young and beautiful shopkeeper who survived the disaster. During her coma, she visited An Wazi almost every day. Now she is going to pick An Wazi up to the inn in the county. She has a tall and big horse and exquisite vehicle. The villagers verbally disdain, but envious from the bottom of their hearts.

I went to the county town to be a respected friend and learned some accounting skills in two years, and it is possible to become the shopkeeper of the inn.

The hopes of the villagers of Yuanjing ended here. A friend who might become the shopkeeper made them envious of the whole village. If they knew An Bochen’s true identity, they would not know how many people would be scared.

"The shopkeeper is really impatient."

The person who spoke was An. Although he was complaining in his mouth, he was full of joy and sorrow on his face. The child had just recovered from a serious illness, and the next day he was called to the county by the pretty shopkeeper. Although he had good intentions, he was always a little unkind.

When An accompanied An Bochen to the entrance of the village and saw the carriage that had been back many times and the figures faintly behind the window, his thoughts changed completely.

The pretty shopkeeper was really heartwarming about his children. Not only did he visit him every day, but he came to pick up his children early this morning... Isn't it a bit too good? Could it be that his man really hit it?

He glanced at the man who was smoking a cigarette gun beside him, squinting his eyes, and was not in a correct shape. An quickly took back the idea and secretly scolded himself for being too greedy.

"Baby, this bun is just hot, so I'll get in the car to eat later. Remember, be careful when you go to the county. The shopkeeper will treat you well, don't mess with the shopkeeper..."

He reminded An Bochen over and over again. An raised his head and saw the handsome young shopkeeper walking out of the car and waved to him from a distance. He smiled faintly on his face behind the veil.

He felt aroused in his heart, and then he sighed inwardly. An looked at An Bochen with a slightly embarrassed expression. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. He was obviously his own child, but he didn't see anything yesterday, but now he felt that his child seemed to be the same. As for what the difference, An's illiterate woman naturally couldn't tell a word. Fortunately, his man had some knowledge and asked for a reminder.

"You woman can't say a few words. When the baby is old, he can't know what he can do."

It turns out that the kid has grown up...

An looked at An Bochen happily, rolled up the linen cloth with the white steamed buns, and handed it to An Bochen, but didn't know what to say.

"Dad, please go back first. Anyway, the county town is close to the village, so the kids will go home if they have time."

An Bochen tried his best to persuade his reluctant mother to return. After saying goodbye to his parents, he walked towards the carriage under the eyes of the villagers.

"Is your health better?"

Regardless of whether An Bochenjie minds or not, Sima Jin insisted on holding An Bochen's hand and helped him into the carriage, but made An Bochen blush slightly: "The injury is probably almost done, but..."

Halfway through the conversation, An Bochen suddenly stopped, his eyes fell to the coachman sitting on the long shaft, and frowned inadvertently.

Although the coachman was wearing a wide hat, he could not hide his bulging temples and his full and powerful arms. Although he deliberately hid his breath, An Bochen could feel that the man's cultivation was about the level of heaven.

A coachman at the level of heaven?

Turning his head, An Bochen looked at Sima Jin in confusion. Sima Jin understood it and smiled and was about to say something, but at this moment, he could only hear a cry from afar.

"An Wazi? An Wazi stay!"

The only one who would talk like this in Yuanjing Village was that except for the old village who could no longer bite the fruit jujube, the middle-aged man was panting.

The middle-aged man's outfit is different from most people in Yuanjing Village, but he is wearing a purple-blue satin robe. He wears wooden clogs before summer comes. Fortunately, the clogs are big enough, otherwise they would not be able to hold his fat body.

As soon as I saw the middle-aged Sima Jin, I felt very familiar. I opened my eyes and my mouth was slightly round. After a while, I pinched your An Bochen's hand: "Xiao Anzi, he is..."

Seeing the middle-aged man running over with eagerness, An Bochen's expression changed slightly. Before he could talk to Sima Jin, the man smiled and said, "An Wazi, Uncle Li went to see you the day before yesterday and you were not awake. Yesterday, he went to deliver food and returned to the village in the evening. He planned to talk to you today, but he didn't expect he would leave so soon..."

After hearing the fat middle-aged man with big ears and blushing face talk for a long time, Sima Jin was secretly funny. One of the father and son talked hesitantly, and the other liked it straightforward, which was so strange.

The man who spoke called himself Uncle Li, dressed so brightly, his identity was naturally about to emerge - Li Xiaoguanren's father, the legendary Li Yuanwai.

Listening to Mr. Li keep getting closer, An Bochen became more and more uneasy.

Last night, he was only concerned about practicing by himself, but he forgot all the Li Xiaoguan, who was from Yuanjing Village.

Although Li Yuanwai was eager for quick success and instant benefits and liked to attract power, he was a kind-hearted person. Otherwise, he would not have been able to go to two acres of land by the poor and innocent An Laoyan. When An Bochen's family was Li Yuanwai's tenant, Li Yuanwai never took care of him, and even asked An Bochen to accompany Li Xiaoguan to Beijing, which made him have today's luck.

In the life of An Bochen who had not yet had less than twenty years, Li Yuanwai was obviously a noble man, but An Bochen threw his son to Liujing. Hongfu said that the young official led the Hu Ben camp to fight with the army, and his life and death are unknown at the moment. If Li Xiaoguan really had a few shortcomings, An Bochen would have no face to see Li Yuanwai.

Just as An Bochen was slightly anxious, a piece of warm jade slipped into his palm. When he turned around, Sima Jin held his hand and blinked, but was suggesting something.

An Bochen felt a little calm, but he was not afraid of being spitting on the stars by the carriage. His eyes fell directly on the hands of the two holding each other. When he looked at An Bochen again, his eyes were only a thumbs-up.

After discovering this secret, Mr. Li was proud and wanted to go back to the village early to interrogate An Laoyan and cheat him of two pots of good wine. Then he did not beat around the bush and coughed heavily, "Am I, Uncle Li, I want you to help you send a message to the small official, and said... he said that his father helped him find a good marriage and let him go home when he has time to see his in-laws."

After Mr. Li finished speaking, he glanced at Sima Jin, winked at An Bochen, and turned around and left.

"He just said...had a marriage for Li Xiaopang?"

When Mr. Li walked away, Sima Jin murmured, with a hint of incredible absurdity in his tone.

Unlike Sima Jin, An Bochen's face was calm: "The little official is not young anymore, and it is not too early to get engaged at this time. Yes, do you know where the little official is now?"

Shaking his head, Sima Jin looked at An Bochen in distress, and said with a giggle: "I'm not saying that the young official is young, but now... he is in trouble now."

"Please?" An Bochen looked puzzled, looked at Sima Jin, and felt cold in his heart: "Can it be that the little official injured something that shouldn't have hurt? No, he transformed into a sword and a gun..."

"Don't guess it, I'll tell you everything when I arrive in the county."

Sima Jin said.

While speaking, her hand was always placed in An Bochen's palm, which was natural, and An Bochen seemed to think it was natural.

The two of them were shocked by "Da Guanren Li" in this way, and were seen by the coachman in front of them.

A trace of complexity flashed in the sharp falcon's eyes, and the coachman said in a deep voice: "Master, do you want to go on the road?"

"Go on the way."

Sima Jin nodded, glanced at the coachman, and introduced: "Xiao Anzi, his name is Wang Meng. He was originally from Shifang Mansion, and now it is the handlebar of our inn."

A handlebar type at the Tianpin Realm?

After looking at Sima Jin, who was sitting side by side with an understatement, An Bochen curled his lips and was about to say hello to Wang Meng when Wang Meng suddenly said: "The Lord must be the Crazy Dragon General who has been slaughtering Guannan for a long time."
Chapter completed!