The experienced supervisor on the side had to stand up and apologize for the mistakes of his employees.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll let someone change my tea. I hope Prime Minister Gu doesn't mind."

Gu Anguo, sitting on the sofa in the shape of a chair in the form of an Eight Immortals, waved his hand to the bodyguard behind him, and didn't have to make too much fuss, but instead smiled at the little employee very kindly.

"It's okay, to be honest, we were a family a hundred years ago."

"Prime Minister Gu's national dialect is so good, and he even knows the common sayings here." With the other party's somewhat encouraging smile, the young employee suddenly felt no longer afraid.

Although this leader was the burly and strong leader she had ever seen, he smiled very warmly and warmly, not scary at all.

That's why she mustered up the courage to answer the other person's words. After she said this, she felt that she was really rude.

The manager next to him was almost green.

But Gu Anguo, who was opposite, didn't care. Instead, he laughed, and then the young employee continued to say: "Of course, if we really follow the three generations of our ancestors, our family will still be from Jicheng, and we are half a fellow villager."

"If you don't believe it, our family tree will still be recorded."

"I remember when the Gu family was founded by Qingguo, they followed the refugees from the Dayue Kingdom and moved to the territory of Anguo."

"To count it seriously, our family makes a fortune by selling noodles. Now there is a guy who runs a national chain store in Anguo's Gu branch. Oh, the signature noodles sold are your Jicheng's braised noodles."

"How about it, the notes in the family tree are not jokes, right?"

"Really..."

The disclosure of this secret made the supervisor who had been standing behind the young employee and the bodyguards behind Gu Anguo all listened to him.

This is something I have never heard of before. It is so lucky to hear such a kind leader chatting with them here.

Because Gu Anguo was able to relax, the atmosphere in this lounge became softer in an instant, and a cheerful smile drifted by, silenced, through the air and through time, the lens belonging to the fifth world was blurred.

As time and space change and region changes, the water of Daming Lake is still green and intoxicating.

Visitors passing by will stop and take photos, but no one knows that in the vast world, there are two small, bare but interdependent graves standing in a few miles east of this place.

One book is Lin Weiyuan and the other is named Tang Sancai.

These two men who were once unknown in Jicheng have a special note for them in the historical books of the Dayue Kingdom.

It was these two people who raised the banner of resistance without hesitation at that last moment when they resisted nationwide, or died or turned underground.

However, this kind of resistance of one city, one place, and several soldiers was persisted for a full ten years by these two legendary figures.

They were like elusive ghosts. In the early days of the founding of Qingguo, these two figures were everywhere there were turmoil.

Even when Qingguo settled down, I had never heard of any general who captured these two people during the encirclement and suppression.

In the end, when the people began to live and work in peace, the names of these two people automatically disappeared in front of everyone, leaving the yamen at all levels who were always guarding their guards at all times in a mess.

I really achieved the state of being in a hurry and going in a hurry.

There are thousands of people who don’t understand their behavior, but this does not include Gu Zheng.

As the camera pulled down, he saw the increasingly frustrated and dark underground. Under the road compacted by thick soil, there were two small empty bags that did not attract attention.

There were no terrifying corpses, no hateful maggots, only a full set of coats that were corroded and broken because they were old and buried underground for many years.

In the layers of clothing, there was a handful of equally dry soil, still in this space, not sure what it was remembering.

Gu Zheng recognized such an unmarked scene at a glance. This was a tomb. When Lin Weiyuan was separated, he entrusted Gu Zheng with what he wanted to do in his lifetime.

It seems that after the client or his descendant became stable, he secretly returned to Jicheng and fulfilled his last wish for Lin Weiyuan.

That's good, it's not disappointing his instructions when he parted, and the gold and silver belts given to Gu's family by the other party.

Gu Zheng, who learned about his wish, became much easier when watching the replay.

You said that you, the descendants of the Gu family, have all become the leader of a country, and you have not even set up a tomb of clothes for others at the beginning. This is not appropriate, right?

Now, time began to slowly retreat as the grave fell, and it was all the way back. Gu Zheng had just returned to the reality of the year.

I saw that the small valley where he had only stayed for one night had already changed a lot in the replay.

The originally only three lonely wooden houses have now been expanded into a row, arranged in an orderly manner, as if a village of considerable size has been formed.

The winding path leading to Pingcheng has long been replaced by a loess road that is enough to run a carriage. On this side, pedestrians will occasionally drive ox carts by.

It was the meal time. The rising smoke from the cooking stove in the valley seemed to ignite a signal, allowing the late return to walk faster and faster.

"Uncle Gu Zheng, uncle, are you at home?"

A half-old boy, with his dark face unique to the southerners, looked inside from outside the fence courtyard of Gu Zheng's house.

Gu Zheng, who came out of this world in response, walked out from the door of the three wooden houses that had already turned into a complete courtyard. After seeing the person coming, he showed his most sincere smile.

"Oh, it's Blue Moon, what's wrong? Why don't you see your father?"

The boy who was called was embarrassed on his face and quickly interrupted Gu Zheng's words: "Uncle, have you said it many times? Don't call me my daimyo, but the moon, it's so angry among women. You should call me my nickname, Qiangzi."

"This kid also dislikes his name for being bad. I think it's pretty good. He is gentle and delicate. He is not like my bad boy. He is bigger, and his ideas are getting bigger."
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