Chapter 330 (1/2)

Xie Heng raised his eyes and said lazily with a smile, ”as usual, warm a pot of wine.”

”I've already prepared it for you.” the jailer who asked turned back and said to the other man, ”come on, go and bring the hot wine to general Xie.”

The latter hurried to answer. In a twinkling of an eye, he came back with a wine gourd, handed it in from the gap, and respectfully said, ”thank you, general, the wine you want.”

”Thanks.” Xie Heng stretched out his hand and took the wine gourd. He was not in a hurry to drink. He just held the gourd wine in the palm of his hand and looked at it with low eyes.

In the past, the domineering youth was in prison, accompanied by only this pot of wine, but the corners of his lips gradually raised an arc.

Several jailers stood outside the cell and looked at the scene, feeling more and more sad.

General Xie slaughtered the golden cavalry and killed the rebel leader. He was supposed to be a young hero in Royal jade belt standing in the Qionglou of the golden palace. Now he is sitting on a pile of straw in a cold and humid prison. Only this pot of wine can be a little comfort.

A long time later.

Finally, a jailer couldn't help asking, ”general Xie, you hold the wine like this every time you order it. What's good about the wine?”

”It's my heart. Without it, it's too hard to live in the dark.” Xie Heng smiled and looked sad. He said slowly: ”but the broken cell is cold and humid, and there's nowhere to put my love. Only the place in the palm of my hand is clean and peaceful. Who am I holding without it?”

The jailers looked at each other, and one of them said, ”what general Xie said is, you have a rest, and the little ones have gone to work.”

Xie Heng nodded, indicating that he knew.

It seems that little Yama was born with the momentum of making people bow down and become ministers. After staying in the prison for so many days, he became familiar with the lower gang of prison guards.

He didn't come to prison, but to supervise the work of a group of prison guards.

The footsteps faded away.

The young man held the wine gourd in his arms. The wine was still warm. It spread to his heart through the gourd, and the whole person seemed to warm up.

He half narrowed a pair of Danfeng eyes, looked out of the window in the wind and rain, and gently read, ”ah Jiu.”

……

At the same time, Nanzhou is known all over the world.

Wen Jiu and Chu Xuan were invited to the elegant room by the world-famous second shopkeeper. As soon as they entered the door, they smelled the fragrance of tea.

Wu Ming, the second shopkeeper in his fifties, sat at the table and drank tea slowly. Seeing them come in, he got up and said, ”it's really disrespectful to hear that Wen Xiaocai, the God of wealth in the Bafang City, is coming here.”

”You're welcome.” Wen Jiu nodded slightly and said with a smile, ”I'm here to ask Lord Wu to help collect grain. As for the reward, just ask.”

Chu Xuan couldn't help looking at her and said:

When I was in bafangcheng, I didn't see shopkeeper Wen so generous.

Wu Ming asked them to sit down and drink tea. He said with a smile, ”there are a lot of grain stores in Nanzhou. If shopkeeper Wen wants to collect grain, he can't find them. You came all the way to find me, can you...”

”I want all the rice grain in the south of the Yangtze River.” Wen Jiu took a sip of tea with a cup of tea.

”All the rice? Is shopkeeper Wen kidding?” Wu Ming was surprised.

The second shopkeeper known all over the world has lived for more than 50 years and has never seen such a girl who doesn't take silver as silver.

Chu Xuan was also a little confused. He came to Wen Jiu's ear and said, ”shopkeeper Wen... Don't you think about it? The rice grain produced in Jiangnan every year is enough to feed half of the people of Dayan!”

Warm wine lifted his eyes and said faintly, ”if shopkeeper Wu has a way to get it to the north, I can take it together.”

Wu Ming and Chu Xuan were speechless: ”