Han Lin's eyes widened as well. He sized up Yang Ling in shock. The more he looked at Yang Ling, the more he looked like his sickly new son-in-law. He said hesitantly,""He, he is my son-in-law?"
Old Master Yang rolled his eyes and sneered,"What? You two still want to work together to fool me? My old eyes haven't gone blind yet. I watched Ling 'er grow up. How can I be wrong?”
"Ah? Are you father-in-law?" Yang Ling was 'shocked' and 'pleasantly surprised' as he stepped forward to acknowledge the man. If he didn't act like this, would his father-in-law believe his explanation just now? Who asked him to be forcefully kissed by Ma Lian 'er when he was on the verge of death, and even had to be seen by his father-in-law?
Old Man Yang's anger had yet to subside, and he first put on a show of recognizing his family. His father-in-law, who wasn't too old, had been given a warning by Yang Ling beforehand. When he saw that his son-in-law was indeed alive and kicking, he was so happy that he beamed with joy, and he only cared about asking his son-in-law about his daughter's recent situation.
However, it was not easy to fool his two brothers-in-law. When they heard that he was his brother-in-law, their gazes were a little unfriendly. Yang Ling looked at their big fists and felt a little scared. Seeing that Old Master Yang and the other elders were still brooding over how he had dealt with the ancestral business without permission, he took the opportunity to get rid of his two brothers-in-law. Yang Ling quickly went up to Old Master Yang and said,"Uncle, I know that you are somewhat dissatisfied with my disposal of the family property. I want to ask uncle, where did our Yang family come from?”
Old Master Yang was startled, not knowing what he was asking about, so he said,""We are the descendants of Duke Jiye of the Great Song Dynasty. It has been five generations since we moved here from Shanxi. When Duke Shunde moved north, he only brought his wife and son with him. He bought ten mu of mountain land at Jiming Posthouse. Now, our family is thriving and our land has more than a hundred mu.”
Yang Ling had heard about the glorious deeds of his ancestors from Old Master Yang when he came to visit him. It was said that they were descendants of the Yang family generals in Shanxi, and they were direct descendants of Yang You, the general of the Yuan Dynasty's Dragon Tiger Guard. During the Hongwu period, an ancestor named Yang Shunde moved here and formed the Huailai Yang family. When Yang Ling heard about it, he was really shocked for a long time.
However, the Yang family was flourishing and had many descendants. The Northern Han, Northern Zhou, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties all had descendants of the Yang family entering the court as officials. Every dynasty had outstanding descendants who became high officials, and their status was not limited to a hundred years. As a result, there were many people who relied on the Yang family's generals because of their surname, so Yang Ling had always been skeptical about this.
Hearing Old Master Yang's words, Yang Ling smiled and said,""That's it. When you're poor, you think of change. When Duke Shunde moved in, there was not a single house or a single ridge. Had he ever defended his homeland without any flexibility? Nephew is also trying to find another way out to bring glory to the Yang family. Now that Ling 'er is already the deputy of Jiming Posthouse, isn't it better to be a farmer?”
When Old Master Yang heard that Yang Ling had become an official, he was so happy that his white eyebrows twitched. His anger immediately dissipated, and he turned to ask Yang Ling about becoming an official. Yang Ling then exaggerated the fact that he had become an advisor and a deputy. Before Old Master Yang could say anything, the other elders in the tribe were already full of praises. It was obvious that the family had an official, and they were all proud of it.
Yang Ling had coaxed a few stubborn elders, but when he turned his head, he saw his two brothers-in-law staring at him, he couldn't help but groan inwardly. He suddenly realized that these two brothers-in-law were not as simple and honest as they looked. Their eyes were very shrewd.
Seeing that Yang Ling had finished his conversation with his tribesmen, Han Wu walked over with a smile. He patted Yang Ling's shoulders with both hands and said affectionately,""Brother-in-law, you're so capable. You've only been in the county for a month and you're already an official. My little sister is still young, if there's anything she doesn't know the rules, brother-in-law, please forgive her."
Yang Ling smiled bitterly." What are you saying, Second Brother? Young Mother is very good to me. We are a couple in need. Young Mother and I are very, very loving."
" That's good, that's good," Han Wu said happily." Brother-in-law is a scholar. He knows that a wife who has chaff doesn't leave the house. I'm worried too much."”
Yang Ling said with a strange expression," That's right, that's right. Don't worry, second brother." Yang Ling's arms had been dislocated from the slap just now, and he was now limp and unable to lift them up. He looked up with a troubled expression. Han Mancang was sitting beside the iron pot and making funny faces at him. The three brothers shared a common enemy, and his large black eyes were filled with spirit. His gaze was not as honest as it seemed.
Yang Ling thought hatefully, My brother-in-law is messing with me, and my brother-in-law doesn't like it either. The young lady could read and write, so how could these two brothers-in-law be illiterate mountain people? I'm afraid that my little trick can only be hidden from my honest father-in-law."
Han Wei was a more steady person. Seeing Yang Ling's embarrassment, he walked over and said to Yang Ling,"" Brother-in-law, Second Brother and I dote on this little girl very much. Brother-in-law is a scholar and is very understanding, so he naturally won't treat you badly. Second Brother is straightforward and has a good heart. Please don't take offense."
He put his hand on Yang Ling's shoulder and laughed,""Come, let's go eat something. Otherwise, if this little sister finds out that I've starved her husband and gets angry with me, I won't be able to afford it.”He used his movement to lean on Yang Ling's left arm without leaving a trace. His right hand rested on Yang Ling's shoulder, and with two soft cracking sounds, the two arms that had been removed were put back together.
Yang Ling felt a little helpless. It seemed like he had to put learning the " Mad Demon Staff Technique " on his schedule as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would have a hard time being a fish on a chopping board.
In the evening, after climbing over the last mountain, Jichao Ancient City was in sight. As soon as they crossed the mountain, everyone was stunned. At this moment, the setting sun was like blood, and bursts of smoke were curling up on the snowy plains. The thick smell of blood wafted from the smoke. Thousands of corpses were lying on the snow that looked like it had been plowed by countless bulls. The long spears pierced through the corpses, standing alone in the wind. Many Ming soldiers or Tartars had seven or eight carved pillars on their bodies, and their battle robes were dyed with snow.
A few ownerless warhorses slowly walked on the snowy plains with injuries. Occasionally, they would let out a few miserable neighs, making the snowy plains, which were filled with corpses, seem even more desolate.
Looking at the situation, the Ming army and the Tartars had fought back and forth in front of Jiming Posthouse for a day and a night. Who knew how many rounds they had fought. What was the situation now? Had the Tartars retreated or had they already taken Jiming Posthouse? Yang Ling's heart sank. If the Jiming Posthouse had already been taken over by the Tartars, then the young lady,
Thinking of this, his heart was extremely empty. He was about to run down the mountain in a daze when Han Lin grabbed him and shouted,"Don't be rash. Look carefully first!" Han Wei stood at a high place, put his hand on the awning, and squinted his eyes for a while. He said excitedly, It's Great Ming's flag. Jiming Posthouse is still in Great Ming's hands."
Upon hearing this, the hundreds of refugees 'eyes were filled with excitement again. Without calling out to the group, they used all their strength to cross the blood-curdling battlefield and quickly rushed to the crowing of the rooster. Yang Ling knew that he had not returned for a day and a night, and the young lady must have been very anxious. It turned out that it was useless to be anxious in the mountains, and her mood was still calm. At this moment, seeing the Jichao Posthouse in front of her, her heart stirred, and she walked faster and faster.
However, his boots were not suitable for walking on the mountain road, and he was exhausted from walking, so he staggered and fell several times. Han Wei and his brothers had to take care of the old and frail, so they didn't have the time to help him. Ma Lian 'er's heart ached when she saw this, but she wanted to help him up. However, the Han and Yang families were all watching. As an outsider, she couldn't help a man, so she could only turn a blind eye.
Han Lin secretly shook his head when he saw this. His son-in-law's body was still weak, but he was a scholar. There was no reason for him to sweep the ground and dance with him. He touched the burlap sack on his body. It was filled with the things he had obtained from the hunt this time. Wolfberry, antler, tiger penis, tiger bone. Well, when he entered the city, he had to make wine and soup to nurse his body back to health.
The closer they got to the ancient city, the more corpses and blood there were on the ground. The ancient city, which was made of green bricks, stood alone in the dark sky and mountains. They could clearly see a beautiful arc rising from the corner of the half-collapsed city gate tower to the sky, and there were shadows moving on the city wall.
As the group of people swarmed in, more and more people gathered on the city wall. The setting sun shone on the city wall, and the blades, spears, and arrows in their hands reflected a cold light. Yang Ling was afraid that the soldiers on the city wall would mistake them for tartars firing arrows rashly. He stopped the refugees and walked forward alone. As he walked, he shouted to the city,"" I'm Jiming Posthouse Deputy Yang Ling. Behind me are the villagers from the nearby villages. Which lord is guarding the city walls? Please come out and meet me."
His gaze scanned the crowd on the city wall. Suddenly, a familiar figure jumped into his eyes. It was the young lady. She stood high on the city wall. The setting sun's rays fell on the ancient city's posthouse and also on her body, plating her figure with a layer of golden edges.
Yang Ling looked up at her, at her eyes that shone with joy like the sun. Their eyes met, and his heart surged. On the city wall, Jiang Bin shouted loudly,"It's really Yang Yicheng. Open the city gate quickly! Open the city gates!" Young Miss Han looked at him with a gentle expression, not hearing a thing.
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