In the early morning, when the clouds were clear, Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili ran thirteen laps in a row, and finally climbed up the mountain and rested in a pavilion on the mountainside.
Zhi Li put his hands on his thighs and was panting. Xia Zhaoyi felt relatively better. After she recovered, she wiped her sweat with a handkerchief and walked to the edge of the cliff.
It was time for the sun to rise, but the sea of accumulated clouds covered the sun, making the sky and earth gloomy.
"I heard that there have been large troop movements recently," Zhili came over and said, "A few troops stationed in Anjiang may be going to Mouye, but it's quiet now, with no movement at all."
"We have been recruiting troops for the past two days and may be replenishing our manpower," Xia Zhaoyi said.
As she spoke, she looked outside her small courtyard.
Outside the peach blossom forest, a man dressed in black and carrying a big sword stared at the entrance of the small courtyard from a distance.
Zhili also looked over and curled his lips: "It's been two days, and this person hasn't left much. He is indeed a secret guard trained by the Guo family."
"I'll leave later." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Hey," Zhili Le said, "Let's see how his kung fu goes then."
"You should go back first," Xia Zhaoyi looked sideways at Zhili and said, "Those people Qingque Pavilion has found for us may be here soon."
"Okay," Zhi Li nodded, "will you be back at noon?"
"I'll go back later." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Okay, don't worry, little senior sister, I'll take care of everything. I will take care of it."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "Yeah."
After Zhili left, Xia Zhaoyi stood for a while, then turned around and went to the pavilion.
Today is the last day of recruitment, and the atmosphere in several nearby villages and countryside is no longer as tense and serious as before.
On the other side of the river, there was smoke from cooking, and even if it was about to rain, there were still fishermen going out and paddling their boats one after another.
At the same time, the number of boats on their shore was also increasing, and many people docked nearby, some carrying sacks and some carrying bamboo baskets, and they hurriedly ran towards the country road.
As the hour approached, a steady stream of rain began to fall from the sky, which gradually became heavier. Travelers who had climbed the mountain on foot to save money on boats covered their heads and ran to the pavilion to take shelter from the rain.
Xia Zhaoyi stood up and made room for them.
More and more people came, but the rain showed no sign of letting up.
Half an hour later, a man and woman in their thirties arrived. They were dressed in simple clothes and looked like brothers and sisters.
The people in the pavilion had been chatting for a long time, saying that life was going through ups and downs day by day. Sometimes they felt better and had hope. Not long after, there was another war. Those who came to collect rations wished they could give away their rice jars.
Scrape off a layer of paint.
The middle-aged brother stood by the pavilion and listened to the formation. He said: "Song Zhiyi is a rebel, and his ambition is there. If you want him not to fight, it will be impossible unless others obediently give him the land."
"Don't dare to talk nonsense." An old man said hurriedly, "If you say this here, you will harm us all!"
Xia Zhaoyi turned around when she heard her brother's accent.
The sister on the side saw it from the corner of her eye, raised her eyes to look at her, and her eyes lit up.
The girl is dressed in black clothes, with a tall and straight figure, a long neck, and rolled up sleeves, revealing half of her white and lotus-like arms. She has beautiful facial features and natural appearance. It seems difficult to distinguish between male and female, but my sister can still recognize it as a female at a glance.
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Such a quiet and cool person, standing among a group of simple and honest farmers, his temperament suddenly stood out.
When Xia Zhaoyi saw the other party looking at her, she was not unhappy at all. Instead, she smiled at her with a smile on her lips.
No wonder Song Zhiyi was said to be a rebel just now. People who served as officials in Li Qian, whether they liked Emperor Xuan Yan or not, hated Song Zhiyi deeply.
This chapter has been completed!