April is not too cold, and it is even hot at noon, which makes people sweat. People wear thin clothes to work, and farming is their only business. In order to survive, they will not starve to death. Men farm during the day, pick up bows and arrows at night, and go hunting together on the mountain. On the one hand, they can fill their stomachs, and on the other hand, they can exchange animal fur for some money, which is ready for emergencies.

Pang Tong rode a war horse, with a broken cloak on his head, a mule under him, and dozens of people dressed like farmers behind him. Behind him, Pang Tong had a gourd on his waist, a cloth dress, and a bag on his back. In order to avoid Xiang Bing, he would not have made a big fuss, and he looked like a homeless man no matter how he looked.

The spacious road is paved with loess, and it is not considered a road. It can only be considered a turf that cannot grow grass. Once it rains, the whole road is very muddy and bumpy. There are also some old farmers who are rushing around the street. They carry hoes to the fields outside the city, roll up their trousers, and look at the vegetable leaves that are gradually emerging. They also feel sweet. The success of the year is only this. Not to mention whether they can eat meat, as long as they don’t starve to death, it is better than anything else.

Pang Tong rode his horse to the roadside, looked at the old farmer who was about to go to the field and said, "Old man! How have you been doing in the past few years!"

The old farmer is a simple old man with black skin and a vicissitudes of face. His hair is gray and white, and he can't even see a trace of black. His skin is wrinkled, his beard sways in the wind, his eyes appear turbid, and his pair of thick and big hands are full of calluses, which seems helpless. The old man pressed his hands on the hoe, sighed and said, "The past two years are better, and there is no war! The men at home are enough, but if there are too many people, you can't eat enough! How do you think you live this life!"

"Oh! After hearing what the old man said, can you eat enough after fighting?" Pang Tong took off the gourd on his waist, took a sip, and handed it to the old man and smiled.

The old man took the wine gourd and thought it was water at first, but then he smelled the smell of the wine. He quickly threw down his hoe, stretched out his finger and pointed, "Is this wine?"

Pang Tong nodded with a smile. In this era, only aristocrats could drink, so how could ordinary poor people be willing to use grain to make wine? Isn’t that waste food?

When the old man heard this, he immediately started drinking. A feeling of sweetness that had never been seen before came to his tongue and almost vomited it out. He was not used to drinking it, but when he thought it was a good thing, he swallowed it again. The good guy only felt that his abdomen was hot and warm, and the chill in his body had dispelled a lot. He immediately took a few more sips, which seemed very greedy.

Pang Tong didn't want it either, so he let the old man drink it, and then said, "Old man! Who is the one who decides this Tan State?"

"Hi! What! We all know that it is General Yang. That king is in the palace all day long, and he cares about our lives and death. If it weren't for General Yang, our family would have been destroyed long ago." The old man drank and for a moment he had to be brave enough to say what he saw and heard. Pang Tong said whatever he asked. Of course, what he knew was limited, which was more one-sided.

Pang Tong didn't want the gourd, and rode a mule toward Tancheng, and the idle farmers behind him also stood up and hurriedly followed.

Pang Tong took off his hat and took off his ragged clothes. The soldiers on both sides hurried forward, picked up the gorgeous clothes in the bag, and put them on Pang Tong. After a while, Pang Tong, who was already in rags, became magnificent.

Pang Tong took off his burden, and then saw a carriage running over, opened a wooden box, took out the shank holding inside, and respectfully handed it to Pang Tong. Everyone completed the dressing change in the alley. Then, led by Pang Tong, holding the shank in his left hand and a wooden box in his right hand, and walked towards the Tanwang Palace with a swagger.

The people on the roadside looked at the guards, mixed with an ugly man, and walked towards the palace in a regular manner, and made way for themselves.

This news naturally came to Yang Jian's ears. Although the Tan Kingdom was under Yang Jian's control, Yang Jian still insisted on his General's Mansion and respected King Tan in front of him. It was so disguised as the extreme. Even the people in the palace were replaced by Yang Jian's people. At this moment, someone walked towards the palace, which naturally attracted Yang Jian's attention.

"What! Someone went to the palace..." Yang Jian put away the bamboo slips in his hand and earned him one by one, with his tiger eyes turning back and forth.

"General! That's true, but this person is still here with a pride! It's said that there is a great joy, which will definitely interest the lord." The guard bowed, with a temptation in his eyes.

"Can any cat or dog meet your father? You still beat them to death!" Yang Yong took the lead and said, although he was kind, he did not go through his brain and was too impatient, which made Yang Jian dislike him.

"Father! I don't think so! There is no harm in seeing each other. Besides, this person is still polite. We don't know which country sent it! We can't make a blind conclusion, otherwise it will easily cause disputes!" Yang Guang stroked his beard, with wisdom in his eyes, and looked at his brother from time to time, with a hint of ridicule.

Yang Jian stared at his two sons. He could tell which one was better and which one was worse at first glance, and could only sigh silently.

Yang Yong was beside Yang Jian, and he saw the fate himself. Yang Jian's current expression seemed to be extremely disappointed with him. He immediately retorted: "My father is busy with official duties, and these people are just liars in the world! If another country comes to envoys, he will definitely send envoys and let us greet him swagger. Then there is such a sneaky person."

"Brother is such a bad word. There are a few people in the world who know what kind of scammers are. Even if they know, they may not dare. This matter is very important. If it is a liar, it would be fine if it is killed. If it is not that..." Yang Guang seemed confident without saying a word, but Yang Yong was a little restless and impatient.

Yang Jian glanced at the two brothers. They were obviously fellow-children, so why was there such a big gap? He looked at the guard standing beside him and said, "It's from that country!"

"Korea!" said the guard truthfully, and he blamed him for not explaining it clearly before, so he could only make up for it now.

Yang Jian threw down the bamboo slips in his hand, leaned on the chair behind him, looked at the sycamore tree under the house, pinched his beard with his left hand, and said for a while: "There are sycamore trees in the mountains! There is a phoenix perch! It seems that my phoenix is ​​here!" After Yang Jian said that, he laughed alone for a while, and sighed: "I just hope this is a phoenix, not a sensational pheasant."
Chapter completed!