The First Volume of Qinghe County

  That "brother Ren" also turned his head to take a look at Zhu Zhi County, then turned back and gave Ximen Qing a brilliant smile. But this face really made Ximen Qing unable to recognize: "Ximen County Lieutenant, welcome you to join the Imperial City Guard."

  Huáng Chéng Sī? This is already the several times Ximen Qing has heard this term in a short period of time, but still doesn't understand what Huáng Chéng Sī does. However, at least one thing can be confirmed, which is that this organization is located within Dongjing City, and possibly even inside the Imperial Palace itself.

  It's no wonder that Zhu Zhixian was unacceptable, and he didn't know how much dowry he had to give to his relative Zhu Taishou to get a promise, which would have to wait until the end of the year for the assessment before having the opportunity to transfer to Tokyo. In contrast, although Ximen Qing couldn't be said to have risen to prominence overnight, he was able to develop smoothly in Tokyo.

  "The subordinate was momentarily out of control, and I hope the commander will..." County Magistrate Zhu realized he had been a bit too impulsive and hastily explained.

  "No need, Ma won't care about these trivial matters." The one surnamed Ma shook his head and took out two waist cards from his pocket and placed them on the table:

  "Come to Tokyo Castle within two months, and with this waist card, you can travel unimpeded. With this waist card, you can eat and stay for free at the post stations, and horses can be borrowed at will."

  This welfare... is not bad! It's equivalent to going on a business trip to a top 500 company, with two months of vacation, and all food, transportation, and accommodation expenses reimbursed. This kind of free travel opportunity can't be missed! The old brand company, Huang Cheng Si, is not like those companies that just hang the name of a top 500 company, but are actually just sweatshops.

  But this kind of windfall, even if you want to dodge, you can't dodge it! In this era, the decisions made by those above seem to be impossible to disobey except for becoming a fugitive.

  Brother, this luck is too bad, even the God of Bad Luck has arrived and can't stop it!!!!!

  Wait, why are there two waist tags?

  "There is also a waist card for Wu Song." The horse commander seemed to see through Ximen Qing's doubts at a glance, and showed no great interest in Wu Song: "Since you are the county lieutenant, hand over this waist card to him."

  Ma Zhihui didn't stay much longer after finishing speaking, and directly cupped his hands: "Since the matter is already settled, Ma will now return to report back, and quietly await your arrival."

  After Ma Zhihui left, Zhu Zhixian threw the letter on the table and leaned back in his chair with a long sigh: "I didn't expect that fate would play tricks on people. I had planned to go to Beijing, but unexpectedly the Imperial City Guard took you two away first..."

  "Adults... what is this Imperial City Guard doing?" Ximen Qing picked up the token and flipped it over, seemingly without anything unusual.

  "Going in and out of the palace, observing the people, reporting to the officials..." Zhu Zhixian said slowly: "Although not in power, every time there is a big fanfare, something major happens. Could it be this time..."

  This is simply the Military Intelligence Section 6!

  When Ximen Qing heard the first half of Zhu Zhi County's sentence, the classic theme song of 007 automatically rang in his ears, but the image that appeared in his mind was the classic image of Stephen Chow playing the role of Zero, holding a knife in one hand and a chicken leg in the other.

  As for what Zhi County said afterwards, Ximen Qing didn't hear a single word.

  When Zhai Zhikui came back to his senses, Ximen Qing had already taken the two waist cards and returned home with great joy.

  Next stop, Tokyo City!

  A few days later, Wu Dalang had been buried, and Wu Song and Pan Jinlian moved over. Ximen Qing had already started making preparations, only to discover that there were still so many trivial matters to attend to.

  What about the properties on Half Street? Ximen Qing gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, selling them all off! How could he possibly carry the land and houses with him? It's better to exchange everything for silver ingots, which are more convenient to carry.

  The medicine shop? Hand it over to Fu Zhanggui to manage, and then just submit some profits every year. Anyway, Ximen Qing was originally a laid-back boss, so this way is even more convenient.

  The Wu family's mansion? Sell it! It's just idle anyway, sell the servants and housekeepers along with it!

  Leave my own house alone for now, and when the time comes, I'll let Fu Zhuanggui take care of it. In case things don't go well in Tokyo, at least there's a way back.

  Farm? Sell! Whoever likes it can buy it and take it away, I don't like farming at all!

  The winery cannot be moved lightly, so let Old Liu and Little Liu take care of it first. Jingyang Spring is still in production. Ximen Qing does not want to move the winery near Tokyo for two reasons: firstly, he will arrive in Tokyo in two months and has not yet established himself; secondly, considering the commercial secrecy of the distillation method, if they were to move, they would definitely need to replace the workers, which could lead to a big trouble if the secret is leaked.

  The first batch of wine has begun to slowly make its way to Tokyo, and Jiang Jing, the god of calculation, has also been arranged by Ximen Qing to take a step ahead and find a good location in Tokyo, waiting for Ximen Qing's news.

  As for Jin Qianbao, he was recently assigned a mysterious task by Ximen Qing, which gave him a big headache.

  The divine doctor An Daquan... Ximen Qing can't count on him, anyway this guy is always getting along with Juizi.

  Ximen Qing was busy to the point of being unable to take a break, and when he finally had some free time, he was shocked to discover that his backyard was on fire!

  Xue'er, this little demon, doesn't know what she's thinking, since Pan Jinlian moved in, she's been stuck with Pan Jinlian all day, making a pair of mandarin ducks, and has left Ximen Qing hanging on the side.

  This is going to be a disaster!

  Ximen Qing was so pleased to live in the same courtyard as Wu Song and Shi Yan, that during his free time, he would either listen to Wu Song's stories about his adventures on the rivers and lakes, or Shi Yan's tales of his clever experiences with thievery. As for martial arts, Ximen Qing didn't even bother to discuss it, since with Wu Song by his side, he naturally felt no pressure when facing powerful enemies.

  "Second Master! I want to take you as my teacher!" Little Tianqing knelt at Wu Song's door again, begging bitterly.

  This play has been performed every morning since Wu Song moved in, and Ximen Qing is too lazy to care about it. Even Shi Tianguan, who often teased Xia Tianqing at first, began to think that this young man was serious.

  "My kung fu is all used for killing." Wu Song suddenly opened the door and coldly looked at Little Tianqing: "You can't learn it."

  Since Wu Song arrived in Qinghe County, are there any young men who want to apprentice themselves to him? But most of them just take a glance from afar and feel relieved. When Wu Song really walks up to them, they don't have the guts to do so.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Little Tianqing suddenly knocked his head: "Second Master, I learn martial arts not to kill people, but one day I can come and protect the old master!"

  Wu Song looked at the young man again, his eyes already somewhat different. Most people would immediately follow up on their words and say they want to learn how to be a hero or something like that, but this young man in front of him had a different answer!

  "Alright! I'll teach you a set of defensive moves." Wu Song nodded: "You come find me tomorrow morning!"

  The next day when Xiaotianqing came to the courtyard again, he was surprised to find that Wu Song had already gotten up early and was practicing boxing in the yard.

  Wu Song didn't say a word, and Little Sky had no choice but to wait aside. After just two glances, he realized that Wu Song's boxing was different from his own master's.

  Ximen Qing's few moves of flower fist and embroidered legs, with extremely large movements, fully demonstrated his elegant posture and graceful movements, which were like a dance.

  Wu Song's boxing path is short, flat and fast, with small movements that never fully stretch out, always keeping three points of reserve power. After a while, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

  After waiting for Wu Song to finish fighting, he finally called out to Xiaotianqing and brought out a dark object from the house, indicating that Xiaotianqing should take it.

  About two feet wide and half a person tall, it doesn't seem thick, looking like a piece of wood painted with black lacquer, with a handle on one side.

  Xiao Tianqing originally thought that Wu Song was holding the object with ease, and carelessly took it over. Unexpectedly, as soon as he held it in his hand, it became extremely heavy, and one hand was not enough, so he added another hand, barely managing to lift it up.

  "This is the shield I borrowed from Tong Long yesterday." Wu Song only then loosened his grip, and Little Sky immediately felt that the shield in her hand had become several degrees heavier.

  Tang Long, isn't he the blacksmith that Master found? No wonder this thing is so heavy, it's made of iron!

  Xiao Tianqing raised it for less than two times and couldn't help but put down the shield: "This thing is so heavy, Second Master are you using it to practice?"

  "It's not heavy, only 36 catties." Wu Song's words stunned Xiao Tianqing, but immediately, the next sentence made Xiao Tianqing cry out in surprise: "It's not me who wants to practice martial arts, it's you who will use this to practice."

  "Look closely!" Wu Song took the shield from Xiaotianqing's hand, put it on his arm, swung it a few times, seemed to get used to the shield, and then made a set of defensive moves.

  Xiao Tianqing only then noticed that, at some unknown time, a wooden stake had appeared in the courtyard. Wu Song was holding his shield and circling around the stake, as if facing an enemy, using his shield to deflect left and right, stirring up a low humming sound...

  Xiao Tianqing was stunned, that was a 36-jin iron dumbbell, which could still be swung with vigor when worn on the arm, such kung fu... could she really learn it?

  After completing the entire action, Wu Song finally stopped and handed the shield to Xiaotianqing without being out of breath: "That one represents the person you want to protect. Did you see this move clearly?"

  "Second Master, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Little Tianqing put down his shield and leaned against it to reply.

  "Of course it's true!" Wu Song nodded.

  "I didn't see it clearly..." Xiaotianqing looked like she was about to cry: "I can barely hold this shield for a moment, even if I saw it clearly, I couldn't do it..."

  "You're slender and your strength is too weak." Wu Song smiled with satisfaction, if it was Xiaotianqing who said he saw clearly, that would be even more suspicious: "From today on, you'll start practicing holding a shield!"

  "Raise it to your chest and then put it down, that's once!" Wu Song explained in detail: "Twenty times is a set, you have to do ten sets every day!"

  "Ah!" Xiaotianqing only then realized how insufficient her strength was.

  "Look, you're regretting it now!" Drumming up a sudden appearance: "With your little strength, why not learn from me the art of high-flying kung fu? Walking on rooftops as if on flat ground... isn't that great?"

  Xiao Tianqing ignored Shi Yun's nonsense and gritted her teeth to start the first set of exercises for today.

  The old man may leave at any time, and we can't fall behind!