Can the disciples of Shanmen really be so well-equipped in both civil and military skills that they can do whatever they want?

As a descendant of the Li family in Shu, facing the current situation of the Li family, it is impossible to say that there is no resentment towards Feng.

Not to mention that my sister was forced to marry a martial artist.

In the past, for such a warrior, not to mention marrying my sister, if he could see her and say a few words, it would be like smoke rising from his ancestral grave.

Not to mention asking my sister to give him children.

But every time he thought of Mr. Feng, the shadow that would never dissipate over the heads of the wealthy family, Li Ming felt a little frightened, discouraged, and even desperate.

Mr. Li may still have a chance to rise again, but so what?

It was just following the path designated by Feng.

This simply cut off the morale of the aristocratic family from the very foundation.

If the aristocratic family wants to regain its former glory, unless, unless, the world is overturned again, Liu Han will not prosper.

Just thinking about the world today and the various things in Jihan territory, Li Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly.

In the eyes of the world, the children of aristocratic families may be said to be full of talents.

But compared to the disciples of Shanmen who can reverse the general trend of the world, they are much inferior.

How can you compete with it?

Thinking of this, Li Ming sighed secretly:

That's all, it's not my turn to worry about such major events that are related to the direction of the world.

It is better to live the life in front of you peacefully. After all, as long as you are willing to bow your head, Ji Han will still have a lot of ways for people like him.

After so many years of training, he is no longer the foolish young man with only blood and courage in the past.

I have been working for Ji Han these years, precisely because I was in the game and saw everything that happened to Ji Han.

Only then did he realize more and more that the general trend of the world was almost impossible to reverse.

Now he has clearly seen that his brother-in-law just followed the general trend and had the opportunity to marry his sister.

The general trend is now established, and it is difficult to change again, that's it, that's it...

There is nothing surprising about Li Ming's psychological change.

Because to this day, even among the descendants of the Li family in Shu, there are still many people who have such a mentality.

And the Li family in Shu is just a small microcosm of the great Han Dynasty and even the world's famous families.

"Adi doesn't like it?"

My sister's voice woke up Li Ming, who was immersed in his own world.

He suddenly looked up and realized that he had followed the crowd and unknowingly arrived at a small farmyard.

This small courtyard is basically the same as other farmyards in the village. It is very clean and quiet.

You don't even need to clean up or add anything to your home, so you can live there for a long time.

Not only Lao Feng, but his wife was also very satisfied.

But he didn't expect Li Ming to shake his head.

Facing everyone's gaze, Li Ming suddenly felt embarrassed and waved his hands quickly:

"No, no, I was distracted for a moment and thought of other things. My sister likes it here, so why should I say anything about it?"

Old Feng nodded and said:

“Staying in a hostel is not as comfortable as staying here.”

With his status, he can naturally stay in the Xinghan Club's internal guest house.

But no matter how much better the internal guesthouse is than an ordinary hotel, there are still strangers living there.

How can you feel comfortable having a yard to yourself?

Without paying much attention to Li Ming, Lao Feng settled down his wife and children, boiled water, washed and bathed. He didn't see much work, and the sky had already darkened.

After eating the food sent by Lao Wei and others, and arranging the family to sleep, Lao Feng took advantage of the darkness and walked out of the small courtyard, checked the direction, and then stepped forward.

In this era, except for the wealthy who can stay up all night to have fun, even the rich and wealthy mostly sleep with their wives and concubines in their arms after dark - oil lamps don't use oil, right?

Without anyone to lead the way, I saw a place with lights on in the distance.

As soon as I pushed the door open, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of wine and meat hit my face.

"Lao Feng is here."

"Here? Come and sit down. I'm waiting for you."

Faced with the smoky smell inside, instead of frowning, Old Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This is the smell, I miss it all the time!

He stepped forward and squeezed into the crowd, snatched the bowl from someone's hand, and drank it all in one gulp:

"color!"

Wine is not actually good wine, it can even be said to be bad wine.

Although these soldiers who retired from the army all have some wealth and no worries about their livelihood.

It's not that there is no way to buy good wine. After all, I was ordered to open a shop in this crucial place.

But this good wine costs a lot of money!

After all, it is a good thing that only noble people can enjoy.

"I thought you couldn't get used to drinking."

Old Feng snorted and glanced sideways at the speaker:

"Your Aweng is still leading troops in the army. No matter how delicious it is, can it be compared to the food cooked with a horse spoon?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The food cooked with a horse spoon in the army is really just to fill the stomach.

The Han army naturally had no shortage of food and clothing.

But no matter how good a cook is, it is impossible for him to have the time and mood to cook delicious meals for thousands of soldiers waiting to eat during the march.

A spoonful of stew will fill your stomach.

The only chance to eat good food in the army was when you were about to go into battle to kill thieves.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that the food served in the army is vastly different from the food and wine served in front of us most of the time.

Lao Feng's words and actions after he came in, invisibly made his attitude clear.

Lao Feng is still the same Lao Feng as before, and he has not thrown away the friendship between brothers.

For a time, the atmosphere in the room became a little more lively.

After a few bowls of wine, my ears were full of wine and the conversation started.

Talking about the past military affairs, one person said that I killed eighteen thieves with one sword, and the other said that I killed twenty-eight thieves with one shot...

Old Feng looked a little envious in his eyes, and said to Old Wei next to him with some emotion:

"I heard that some of the old brothers from Nanzhong were not willing to move from Nanzhong after they retired from the army. Now I see, the life you are leading makes me envious."

Old Wei smacked his lips, his expression a little complicated:

"Isn't that true? If it had been anyone else, the trouble would have gone to Chang'an. Fortunately, everyone followed Junhou out of Nanxiang."

"Your Majesty says one thing, but we won't say two things. Your Majesty asks us to go east, and no one will ever go west."

The veterans of the Nanxiang Clan are not ordinary veterans.

He has received a certain education, traveled all over the country, conquered the east and west, and has no shortage of knowledge and vision.

The most important thing is a group that is both organized and disciplined.

No matter how prosperous Nanxiang is, its scope and territory are so large, and it is impossible to accept so many veterans without limit.

It was impossible for the imperial court to allow such a group to stay together in the same place.

So try to break them up as much as possible, that's a must.

At this time, Feng Junhou's supreme prestige in the hearts of Nanxiang children was reflected.

The government in Nanxiang dared to ask the veterans and their families to leave Nanxiang. Even if the gate of the government was not torn down, it would be properly poured with excrement.

Back then, Nanxiang was known as the place where demons danced wildly. Was it really for nothing?

But if the government takes the official document issued by the Central Protectorate (at that time, Feng was serving as the Secretary of the Central Military Commission), there will be Feng's fake autograph on it (general Guan signed on his behalf).

Then these veterans who have just retired from the army can go home immediately, pack their bags and set off.

Just because they believe that the king will never treat the children of Nanxiang badly.

Later it was proved that Junhou was really doing it for the good of everyone.
To be continued...