The old horse pulled the carriage and walked leisurely. One step, two steps, one step, two steps. The pace was so slow that it made one sleepy.
Although they had been walking for half a day, they were not too far away from Diyang District. The boy servant sat outside the carriage and muttered.
"Sir, what if the person in charge of Chengan District isn't Mr. Zixiao?" the boy servant asked worriedly.
Yang Si lifted the curtains on both sides and rolled up a book in his hands. The handwriting on it was delicate and powerful. Although it was not the work of a master, one could see the foundation of the handwriting. It had its own style, which was completely different from the boy servant's regular handwriting style.
After listening to the boy servant's complaints, he said, "You're so unpredictable. If it weren't for my good temper, I don't know how much you'd suffer. You were the one who said you wanted to come to Diyang District and Chengan District. Now, you're the one who doesn't want to go … "
The boy servant muttered, "I'm just worried. I ran into a wall in Diyang District this time. What if I run into a wall in Chengan District too?"
It was very dangerous to go out, especially when the situation in the north was unstable. There were conflicts between the Tsing Yi Army and the Red Lotus Group everywhere. There were countless mobs who became bandits. The master and servant could arrive in Diyang District safely, but it did not mean that they could arrive in Chengan District safely.
Yang Si said, "You're worrying too much. Instead of worrying unnecessarily here, why don't you think about what to eat for lunch today? I refuse to eat dry food."
The boy servant said with a bitter face, "You're still picky at this time. It's hard to serve you."
The master and servant chatted again. After about an hour, the sound of hooves could be heard behind them.
Yang Si frowned and leaned a little closer to the window to take a look. He saw a young man in clean clothes galloping on a horse. From his appearance, he should be the son of a wealthy family, but at this moment, it was as if his buttocks were on fire, and he had an anxious expression on his face.
Huang Song saw the carriage in front of him moving slowly. He suddenly pulled the reins and saw a thin man sitting inside through the window. His cheeks were a little plump, and his eyes were gentle. His eyes were like dark deep pools, and his lips were naturally upturned.
No matter from which angle one looked at him, he was an amiable man. He was far too different from the Yang Si in Huang Song's imagination.
When he saw the young attendant sitting outside the carriage, dressed in old clothes full of colorful patches, he stared at him with wide eyes.
"Hero, w-what do you want to do …" The servant looked at the other party in panic and tightened his grip on the horsewhip in his hand.
When Huang Song saw the page boy, he couldn't help but think of what the gatekeeper had said. His eyes lit up as he looked at Yang Si in the carriage.
He cupped his fists, composed himself, and asked, "Sir, are you Yang Si, Mr. Yang of Jiangding County?"
The attendant looked a little surprised. Unfortunately, Huang Song's attention was on Yang Si and he did not notice this detail.
Yang Si put down the book in his hand, lowered his eyelids, and said with a natural expression, "My surname is Zhao. You've got the wrong person."
Huang Song was disappointed. Then, he apologized to Yang Si, waved his whip, and continued on his way.
When he was out of sight, the page boy asked in a low voice, "Sir, that was …"
Yang Si said with certainty, "Huang Song."
The page boy was delighted, but he immediately withered. "Sir, why did you say that you're not him?"
Yang Si said, "I'm not satisfied. This person is still too young and impulsive. I'm an old man who can't stand being tossed around."
The page boy did not ask any more questions. If his master was not satisfied, then it was definitely not good.
In fact, Yang Si was very satisfied with Huang Song's behavior of chasing after him.
If Huang Song became more stable and mature in a few years, Yang Si felt that this person was indeed worth a try.
He was able to disregard the past grudges and chase after him all the way. Just this action alone was more than ten times better than Prince Changshou.
Yang Si said, "Wait a few more years. This person might be a hidden dragon. Now … Let's go to Chengan District to find Zixiao to collect our debt and freeload for a few years. If Huang Song doesn't become crooked, we'll make another trip to Diyang District. "
Even if he left the mountain to look for a wise master, this was also about timing.
He was indeed very satisfied with Huang Song. However, the timing was not right now. Naturally, Yang Si would not go back to him.
The page boy was almost confused by his master, but he only needed to follow orders.
Huang Song rode the horse and searched for an entire afternoon. There was no one who matched Yang Si and his servant on the road.
When he thought about it again, he was immediately annoyed. That pair of master and servant was definitely Yang Si and his servant!
When Feng Jue saw Huang Song return with a disappointed face, he asked about the situation and knew why Huang Song did not stop them.
He sighed and said, "I'm afraid that Yang Si is angry."
Huang Song felt uncomfortable and was quite critical of Yang Si's actions of playing tricks on people.
He said, "Their carriage can't drive fast. If we send troops and horses, we can intercept them."
Feng Jue frowned and said tiredly, "Forget it. The people's hearts are not here. What's the use of stopping them?"
If the concierge had not caused trouble, Yang Si would have been taken in. Unfortunately, such a big problem had arisen.
Among the truly talented people, which one of them wasn't arrogant and prideful?
After being treated coldly for three days, Feng Jue would feel angry even if he were in Huang Song's shoes, let alone Yang Si, who had some grudges with Huang Song.
Since Feng Jue had said so, Huang Song could only give up dejectedly.
On the way north, the number of refugees they saw increased several times, but there was no despair or numbness on their faces.
This surprised the page boy and Yang Si.
After asking carefully, they found out that these refugees were rushing to Chengan District, Maolin District, and Jiaoping District.
"They're recruiting people there now. Three meals a day will be provided. At least they won't starve there … I heard that if they do well, they can even be promoted and rewarded. In the future, if they settle down in the county town, they can even get their own land and rent a house in the county town …"
Many refugees talked about this. In addition to some doubts, they were more hopeful about their future lives.
Yang Si and his servant slowly rushed to Chengan District. From afar, they could see people working on the city wall. Even though it had been more than a month, they could still tell from the traces on the city wall that the tragedy of the siege had been. The page boy could not understand, but Yang Si found a way.
There were many refugees waiting outside the city. There were two roads to enter the city. One was for the people in the city to enter and exit, and the other was for the refugees.
The current Chengan District was like a dance on the tip of a knife. Every step was extremely dangerous. The guards in the city were not as strong as what outsiders saw. If there were people with bad intentions among the refugees, they might cause trouble. Therefore, the screening of refugees entering the city was extremely strict.
Even if they were refugees, the people in charge of the inspection were divided into two groups.
One group was men, and the other group was women. The refugees had to queue up and be divided into two groups according to their gender for inspection, registration, and review.
The page boy did not go to the group of refugees. Instead, he went to the tall city gate that was wide open.
As expected, they were stopped.
The page boy said, "My teacher and I are not refugees. We're here to look for someone."
The guards at the city gate asked, "Looking for someone?"
The page boy said politely, "The manager of Chengan District, Wei Ci, Mr. Wei Zixiao."
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