The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

As soon as the carriage entered the North City Gate, Mo Yan got off the carriage and told Li Zhong that he would go to Mipu for lunch at noon.

Li Zhong nodded in agreement, thinking about cooking two more delicious dishes at noon, and told Mo Yan to be careful before driving the carriage towards Dongshi.

Looking at the still quiet street, Mo Yan turned around and walked into a teahouse.

It was still early, and there were only the teahouse owner and a few guys busy going back and forth. Knowing that the private rooms facing the street on the second floor had already been booked, Mo Yan had no choice but to find a seat in the lobby facing the street and by the window, and ordered a pot of Biluochun, four kinds of dried fruits and four kinds of snacks.

Before long, the number of people in the teahouse gradually increased. Many of the young ladies, who were surrounded by maids and wives, were warmly welcomed to the private rooms on the second floor by the waiters as soon as they arrived. I don't know whether they were simply watching the fun or coming to see their admirers.

There were more and more people, and gradually, the lobby was filled with people. Many people came late and could not find a seat but regretfully left. Several young scholars who looked like scholars saw Mo Yan sitting alone at a table and wanted to pay her to give up their seats, but Mo Yan declined.

When there were more people, the originally quiet lobby became extremely noisy. All kinds of exciting gossips that were comparable to storytellers filled Mo Yan's ears, which was quite a good way to pass the time.

There were several scholars sitting at the next table. They were talking, and I don’t know who started the conversation. They gradually talked about the war at the border. Hearing that their analysis was quite reasonable, Mo Yan put down the melon seeds in his hand and listened with pricked ears.

"I don't know if these 100,000 troops sent over can drive out the evil-doing Ba people. It is said that many innocent people affected by the war are fleeing to the capital. It's really pitiful. Alas!" Scholar A said indignantly! He said this with a hint of bookishness.

"The commander of the one hundred thousand army is General Xiao. He went to the battlefield at the age of thirteen. He has fought countless battles with the Ba people and has never been defeated. He will definitely win this time!" Scholar B said with confidence. Highly respected Xiao Ruiyuan.

"Tsk, General Xiao is a role model for young people like us. I think I was thirteen years old, still spoiled by my parents, and could only read a few books, but he had already accumulated a lot of military exploits and became a little general. ." Scholar A also echoed.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Mo Yan's lips, but she didn't expect that such a cold person would be admired by the scholar. But when she thought of what this man said to her when he came to her house the day before yesterday, she felt a little uncomfortable. She quickly drank a sip of tea and turned her attention elsewhere.

At this time, Scholar B couldn't help pouring cold water: "The battlefield is changing rapidly. Who can guarantee that General Xiao will always be the 'victorious general'? This time is different from the previous small fights. The Ba people came prepared, and only one person was missing." How many months did it take to capture three cities? I heard that tens of thousands of people died, and the bodies of those fallen soldiers were piled higher than our city gates. This battle is not easy to fight!"

Scholar C’s analysis made sense. The other two scholars fell silent and did not refute.

A middle-aged man at the table next to him heard their conversation and couldn't help but turned around and said with a smile: "You scholars just study hard, what do you want to do with so much? No matter how powerful the Taba tribe is, they can't conquer the capital! Besides, the imperial court flower Having spent so much money to support those soldiers, they should be the first to rush forward to protect the safety of our people in Chu, and it is right for them to die for their country."

There is nothing wrong with these words in themselves, but they are particularly harsh in the ears of several scholars.

Scholar A slapped the table and stood up and said angrily: "Although we scholars are powerless and cannot go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, we cannot huddle here and enjoy the protection of those soldiers with peace of mind! Those soldiers also have parents and brothers. , they died, what should you do if you leave them as a family?"