After the young man spoke, the other post soldiers stopped talking. The one who wanted to get up to support him also sat down, as if he was just changing to a more comfortable position.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
The postmaster recognized the voice, who was the first to drink and stop making noise outside the postmaster.
It turned out that he was so young, the Yicheng thought, but he was right. This young man was the one who made the decision in this group - I don’t know what his origin is? His family background? Or rich, rich and powerful are the ones, no matter their age.
This old man doesn't look easy to talk to.
The Yicheng, who has always been tactful and pursued less than more things, did not immediately drive out the half-grown child.
"What this child asks for is actually a small task for several military officials," he said. "The child's father is also a soldier."
Hearing this, several postmen's soldiers looked slightly and some people wanted to ask, but after looking at the boy, the boy was still holding a bowl and drinking slowly. He seemed to have not heard it, and the postmen who was about to speak swallowed the words back.
The Yicheng didn't feel frustrated. It was not that easy to do things in this world. Just cry and shout a hero.
"Her father worked in a border county and hasn't come back for three years. His wife was in poor health and wanted to take her two children to marry her, but when she got here, she couldn't get sick. The doctor said that she would take another step forward and that she would have a dead end." The official secretary said in detail, "So she wanted to send her two children to see her husband, otherwise if she really closed her eyes, the two children would be in decline."
Hearing this, the half-grown child kowtowed again, and this time he didn't speak, but just cried in a low voice.
"Do you want us to take our two children to the border county?" A post soldier couldn't help asking.
The postmaster nodded: "The two girls can't go to the border county and don't have the money to hire a escort or something, so I entrusted me to watch it at the postmaster. If there are any soldiers going to the border county, I'll take a look."
"This is why we are in a hurry to travel, but we can't take care of the children." The post soldier said helplessly, "We can't slow down our pace. If we miss the deadline, we will lose our heads."
"Good Jun Ye, my sister and I are not afraid of hard work." The girl cried and said, "We can all ride horses, and we all learned it when Dad was at home."
What can a child learn about this? If a girl is a girl, she is considered to be a horse riding.
"These two children can find their fathers. If they have a way out, they can still come back to treat their mothers." Yicheng said, "It just happened that I would ask for them."
"It might be better to send a message," said a post soldier.
This is the post soldier named Zhang, who is called the leader.
The Yicheng took a step forward, shook his head at him, and lowered his voice: "The lady is actually helpless, so she will only last for another half a month. When she dies, she will be exhausted. At that time, the two children will be completely finished."
So, several post soldiers looked at each other and then went to see the man holding a wine bowl.
"Ajiu, look--" Zhang Yibing asked.
The boy was originally named Ajiu. Yicheng thought to himself, seeing the boy drinking a sip of wine, he looked like he didn't feel any touch, but he finally spoke: "There are many troops in the border counties, what is this person's name? How old is it? Which adult is under the leadership of whom?"
The Yicheng was about to speak quickly, but the young man looked at him: "Let her say it yourself."
I don't believe him? The Yicheng hurriedly shut up, okay, and signaled to the girl kneeling behind him.
"My name is Afu." The girl suppressed her crying and tried to make her voice clear. "My father's name is Yang Dachun. This year, he is in Yunzhong County, Daqingshan Camp, and the soldiers on the frontier. The general who is following, his surname is Chu and the general of Chu Guard."
Hearing the four words "General Chu Guard", several post soldiers couldn't help but whisper, "It's General Chu." "It's General Chu."
Listening to their discussion, Ah Fu raised his head in anticipation: "Mr. Jun, you know General Chu too."
"Who doesn't know General Chu?" A post soldier muttered, but coughed again, not continuing the topic.
The boy looked at the wine bowl in his hand and asked, "Where is your father's letter? You must carry it with you, right?"
Afu hurriedly took out a small cloth bag from his torn cotton jacket and opened it carefully, with several letters inside: "That's it."
It can be seen how precious these letters are and are hidden in close contact.
The boy reached out and said, "Take it and let's take a look."
The post soldier next to him felt a little embarrassed and whispered to the young man: "Ajiu, it's not good to read other people's letters."
"What's wrong with it?" The young man didn't care and looked at Ah Fu with his eyes. "Is there any shameful content in the soldier's family letter?"
Ah Fu had already gotten up, holding a small cloth bag in both hands, and put several letters on the boy's hand. The boy's hands were slender and his skin was fair, but there was a scar in the palm of his palm, which crossed the entire palm, very ferocious.
Ah Fu hurriedly lowered his gaze and didn't dare to look at it anymore.
The boy distributed several letters to others, and opened them with one. He first scanned the handwriting and smiled: "The words of those rough men in the border counties, each of them wished they could write as big as an egg, as if they were written as big as a big one, and the other party could recognize them."
The postmen and soldiers also laughed. Looking at the letter in their hands, one of the postmen and soldiers followed and said, "It really works. I don't know much about literacy. When I see these big words, I feel that I can read it."
The young man held the letter in one hand and the wine bowl in the other hand, drinking while reading. He read it very quickly, looking at ten lines at a glance, and finished reading the letter at home.
"The content is correct." Zhang Yibing understood the boy's intention to read the letter, turned his head and whispered, pointing at the letter paper, "There are the smell of border counties between the lines."
The boy finished reading it, nodded, and glanced at Ah Fu: "Put it away."
Several post soldiers handed over the letter, watched the girl carefully wrap it up, and then put it in her arms.
The Yicheng then stepped forward: "Afu asked me to read these letters, and I also wanted to send them to me, but the letters were delayed every time, so it would be better to send them and the two of them directly."
Zhang Yibing knocked on the table: "It's too far to the border county."
"The distance can be taken as far as you can." said the postmaster, "If they can't walk, they stay at the postmaster. Even so, Yang Dachun can come faster."
As he said that, he winked at Afu, who was standing beside him. This should be done. Kneel down and kowtow and cry.
But before Ah Fu could kneel down, the boy stood up.
"Go and meet this Yang family lady." He said, his phoenix eyes swept over Afu and Yicheng, smiling, "Let me tell you what she said. After all, this is not Yicheng's family matter, nor is it a child who can decide."
The official secretary couldn't help but curse and swear words. This boy was so hard-working, he didn't look like a poor man, but he came to be a hard-working official soldier. He was demoted because of his temperament, right?
You young men, you have weapons and force. Two twelve or thirteen-year-old girls, can you kill people or set fire under your nose?
The torture is endless.
Yicheng really didn't want to talk anymore, so he waved to Ah Fu, "Go, go, while your mother is still awake, let her ask for a friend by herself."
Ah Fu didn't feel embarrassed, he looked happy, and ran out, "Mom, mom, the military man is here--"
The voice was sad and happy. The few soldiers who heard it, especially those who were old, had wives and children, felt sad.
Alas, they are all military families, think about it if they-
"Yang Dachun is also a waste, letting his wife and daughter fall to this level." Ajiu's disdainful voice sounded, "It's so embarrassing."
He drank the remaining wine in the bowl and walked out.
Chapter completed!