Chapter 810: Chat with Old Friends

After tying up his belt, he straightened his clothes and said in high spirits: "Now that we have settled matters, let's set off to Blackwater City."

He looked radiant and had the air of a general. The mess and decadence of last night has long disappeared.

"Yes." What Zhao Qinghe was thinking about was, how much was this general hiding?

Last night there were cries in the general's tent, and the news spread like wildfire. I heard that the general was reduced to tears on his family's memorial day. Those with knowledge of the matter spread the news that the He family was almost wiped out.

All the officers and soldiers were very sad when they heard this.

General He and his family had been unfairly wronged. Others would have been disheartened, but General He still fought for the country and saved the country from falling.

It is a man to repay grievances directly. Everyone admired him.

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Catching May's little tail, He Lingchuan rushed to Blackwater City.

It was already hot in the city, but the wind in Blackwater City was still a little cool.

He Lingchuan walked through the familiar city gate and took a deep breath.

Yes, it’s this rough and wild smell, with wind and sand mixed with rotten wood and ash.

Dry, wild, but kind.

Before He Chunhua arrived at Blackwater City, He Lingchuan took Qiu Hu and his party to the inn to stay.

In the evening, he went out for a walk alone.

Compared with before he left, Blackwater City had not changed much. All he saw were old people in the old streets and alleys.

This kind of borderland can even remain the same for decades unless it encounters major changes.

He Lingchuan bought a piece of chive pancake that he used to eat before Shi Shiran walked into the Chengnan Department.

As soon as he took two steps, the doorman came to stop him: "Get out, no eating is allowed here!"

This is a place where business is done, and a smell of oil is floating around, how unbecoming it is!

He Lingchuan took a bite of the pancake, turned around and smiled: "Wang Xiaoshuan, what are you talking about?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and his mouth was faster than his brain: "D-Young Master?"

"It's been more than a year, why are you still here guarding the gate?"

It hit the nail on the head, and Wang Xiaoshuan shivered when he was stabbed. "Young Master, didn't you go, go..."

He Lingchuan smiled: "Yes, is Situ Han here?"

"Ah, it's inside."

"Tell him to go to Cai's wonton stall. I'll wait for him there." He Lingchuan threw him a few pieces of silver and turned around to leave.

Cai's wontons are famous in Heishui City for their thin skin, big fillings and honest ingredients.

The stall owner also recognized He Lingchuan, with a smile on his face, and served him an extra-large Lianghai Bowl.

When the wontons in the bowl were still swollen and round, Situ Han came.

"Young Master!"

He Lingchuan knew as soon as he looked at his clothes: "Are you becoming the chief? Come, sit down!"

Situ Han was originally the bandit leader of Mang Mountain. When He Chunhua went into the Panlong Desert to look for ruins, he directly collected the entire group of more than 30 bandits. Later, they also participated in the Blackwater City Army's battle against the Heroic Spirits in the Panlong Ruins, and the battle between Nian Songyu and Sun Guoshi in the Panlong Fantasy Land. After returning to the city, they received awards and were officially incorporated into the army.

He Lingchuan originally thought that they would not get used to it and would soon go back to their old business.

Unexpectedly, Situ Han and others actually did well here and even got promoted.

Sure enough, there is magic in the establishment and stability is overwhelming.

He Lingchuan also noticed that Situ Han pressed his hands on his trouser legs, showing restraint in his expression and movements.

In the past, the Mangshan bandits ate meat with large mouthfuls, divided wine with large bowls, and divided gold with large scales. This was not the case.

They have only been on duty for two years, and they have learned how to respect superiors and subordinates.

As expected, Situ Han sat down neatly and said to He Lingchuan: "Young Master, are you coming from the capital?"

"Otherwise, where else could it come from?" The residents of Blackwater City had no information. Situ Han still didn't know that He Lingchuan had fallen into the water. He thought that he had stayed in Xiazhou until recently and moved to Yuandu with He Chunhua. He Lingchuan took a sip of soup and blew it to cool down. "Dad suppressed the rebellion in the south and won a great victory. He will be here in a few days."

Situ Han was surprised at first, and then overjoyed: "You won?"

"If you lose, you won't have time to come here." He Lingchuan smiled, "You also know about the war in the south?"

"Ah, there are rumors everywhere in the city. Now it is said that the northwest has lost, and now it is said that the south has lost again. Everyone is very depressed." Situ Han sighed, looked around, and lowered his voice and said, "My brothers also lost. I’m asking, if the situation takes a turn for the worse, should I go back to Hongya Road to live my life?”

"how do you say?"

Situ Han let out a long sigh and said seriously: "We are all people with meritorious deeds. We can't go back."

He Lingchuan smiled and said nothing.

Believe it or not, what they say is better than what they sing.

Situ Han asked again: "By the way, how is that boy Mao Tao doing? He is smarter than us. He should be appreciated by Lord He, right?"

When He Chunhua was transferred to Xiazhou, none of the other Mangshan bandits were willing to leave their hometown, except Mao Tao who insisted on going his own way.

He Lingchuan's smile disappeared immediately.

"..."

After he finished talking about the battles in Xiazhou, Situ Han was silent for a while, and then said: "That kid Maotao, okay, be kind and be kind! I don't think he will regret it."

Just by listening to it, he could feel the thrill of the battle.

He Lingchuan grabbed a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to him: "He is from Mangshan. I can't bring his bones back, so I can only send his memorial tablet back to his hometown. You build a tomb for him and remove it twice a year." "Cross, burn the paper money twice, the paper money needs more tricks, what kind of paper people, paper horses, paper houses, can you do it?"

Inside the cloth bag is Maotao's tablet. Situ Han took it and nodded repeatedly: "Absolutely, that kid Mao Tao likes people with big eyes. I will burn paper figurines according to this standard later."

He Lingchuan smiled and handed over another bag.

Situ Han opened it and saw several gold bars inside, which added up to about thirty taels.

This was equivalent to more than three hundred thousand yuan. Situ Han quickly refused: "Mao Tao is my brother, it is my duty to build a tomb for him..."

"Take it."

"Oh." He Lingchuan frowned, and Situ Han was shocked for no reason, and immediately stopped thinking about refusing. The young master is not the same as before, stable and calm, is it because he has been on the battlefield and experienced life and death?

He was originally a bandit, and he is used to judging people by their appearance. If you meet a person like He Lingchuan on the road, you don't want to provoke him.

"Young Master, you are kind and righteous."

He Lingchuan shook his head: "I feel guilty for being unkind. Mao Tao went out with me because she wanted to live a good life."

"How many of us who live on the edge of a knife all day long can have a good end? Everything is fate, young master, don't blame yourself. Isn't there an old saying that a clay pot is bound to break by the well?"

He Lingchuan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he immediately thought of the Shuiling Temple by the Xianling Lake.

Mao Tao had asked for a fortune there, and the fortune was this sentence!

The old turtle monster is still a bit effective.

He Lingchuan changed the subject: "Did you receive the letter I asked the hooded crane to send?"

"Received!" Situ Han nodded repeatedly, "I have checked the residents who moved here within eight months in the Black Water City account book as you requested!"