The crying sound spread from the inside out. Yin Xiao and Li Jun slept cross-legged against the wall, unaffected by the crying sound.
They cry for their own things, they sleep for their own things, people originally live their own lives, eat their own food, and go their own way.
Song Huiyue sat aside and watched over them until daybreak, when noises and curses came from outside.
Yin Xiao quickly got up, walked to the door and took a look, and saw many officers and soldiers coming, shouting at the surviving recruits to get out quickly, they wanted to pick someone.
Li Jun yawned and got up: "These generals are the most annoying. They are not big officials, but they have big names. I used to annoy them when I was the Zhizhai."
He stretched out his hand to straighten the cloth armor on his body, but found that the cloth armor had been wrinkled into a ball of pickles, and he couldn't clean it up.
"Song Huiyue," he kicked the person who was still sitting on the ground with his toes, "I will buy you some water after I get my military merit."
Song Huiyue stood up and looked at the door: "You should think about how to stay in the same city as Yin Xiao."
Five officers came outside. They must be the generals Li Jun mentioned. They looked impatient and wished they could drag the new recruits to the martial arts field immediately.
At the same time, another group of people immediately came forward and shouted, gathering the families of the new soldiers together, giving out pensions to the dead, leaving the place, filling in the items of the living, settling in military households, following the peace train transporting grain, and leaving the place.
Zhoucheng, go to the barracks between Ding and Yi.
Dingzhou is the national boundary, and Yizhou is also the junction of the nine states behind Yanyun Mountain and the seven states in front of the mountain. Dingzhou has heavy troops stationed between the two states.
We got on the train and left the city and walked twenty miles. Everyone's buttocks and thighs were numb and we were exhausted before we arrived at the barracks.
The soldiers led them to Zhongrui's barracks, where many family members were already living. There were not many vacant rooms, but they could choose by themselves.
The family members who were half-dead just now became excited in an instant, carrying packages and rushing forward to live in a good house that is protected from wind and rain. Even the old lady in her seventies suddenly became like a wolf.
Song Huiyue was good at writing and capable of killing people with martial arts. However, she had never experienced such a scene before. She was unprepared and was dragged forward several times. When she realized what she was doing, her hat and handkerchief were gone.
As for Fei, her dress made people step on her feet several times.
She hugged the packages of three people, showing an unprecedented embarrassment. Looking at the family members who were more ferocious than the frontline soldiers, she gave up the hope of snatching them away and prepared to live wherever they were left.
Someone called her: "Little lady, this is your thing."
Song Huiyue looked over and saw a young woman standing far away, holding her hat and handkerchief. The woman's belly was slightly bulging. It looked like she was pregnant, so she didn't dare to come forward if it was inconvenient.
Come.
Song Huiyue hurriedly walked up and thanked her, took the hat, put it on, stuffed the handkerchief back into her sleeve, and asked in a particularly kind manner: "Sister, where are the latrines and bathhouses here?"
The woman pointed to the west: "They are all in the west. The bathhouse is shared by each conductor. There are latrines in the past, and there are separate ones for the female dependents, but there are only a few."
A conductor has more than 500 people, not counting his family members. With the family members included, it is obvious that the bathhouse is crowded. Song Huiyue immediately gave up the idea of taking a bath.
"Then can we go out?"
"Yes, but you can't go forward." The woman pointed to the north. "If you enter the military camp by mistake, you will be beheaded."
Song Huiyue stood on tiptoes and glanced along her fingers. There were only barracks in front of her, one after another, like cells, where the generals were imprisoned.
"I have to go back. I'm tired after standing for a long time." The woman smiled, got up and walked back.
After she left, Song Huiyue also stood in the darkness, waiting for the battle to end - these old women were so capable that they would scratch their faces just for a room.
"I saw it first!"
"Fart, I was the one who came first!"
"My feet enter the door first!"
"Old man, open your eyes underground and see how we orphans and widows have been bullied!"
After finally waiting until the smoke cleared, the old woman and the young woman dispersed with unfinished intentions. They each received their monthly rations and began to tidy up the house and cook. Song Huiyue got the opportunity and found two rooms connected together. One of them had a leaky air.
, one room is leaking.
After she placed the things, she exchanged the moon rations for some food, and then slept until dark.
Before Yin Xiao and Li Jun could turn around, she borrowed paper and pen, left a note to leave, and left the barracks with the remaining few strings of money.
On the way here, she saw a trail heading east more than ten miles away from the city gate. There was a wooden sign hidden among the withered grass on the road, with the word "Ganchang" vaguely visible on it.
She remembered that there was a market in Dingzhou, which was originally designed to trade with the northern border. Due to the constant wars, it was unstable. When the Empress Dowager Pei and the Xia Kingdom turned against each other, the market was completely abandoned and re-established in Xiongzhou, Bazhou, and An.
The Su Army and the Guangxin Army dealt with the situation.
The market is abandoned, and private transactions are not allowed. Violators will be killed and beheaded, but businessmen will not stop because of this, and even the military will buy horses privately.
Song Huiyue needed money. If she wanted to be promoted in the Dingzhou military camp, she not only needed to be able to fight, but also needed a large amount of money.
She wrapped herself tightly in her cloak, held down the hood on her head, gritted her teeth, straightened her waist, and moved forward against the cold wind. The wind and sand blew against her body one after another, and her figure became a very small figure in the vast world.
black spots.
In fact, she was a little scared.
This place was so big that it almost had no edges. She didn't know if there would be wild wolves on the road, or if there were agents from other countries lurking here. She also didn't know what the hunting ground she would see would look like if she went all the way there.
But I have to go even if I’m afraid.
She suddenly thought of the Buddhist verse given by the monk of Daxiangguo Temple: "In the world, rocks are flowing and gold flows, but in the outside world, the wind is high and the moon is cold. To know that there is no difference, you must be willing to do it once. The wok, soup and charcoal are thrown into the furnace.
, the sword tree and the knife mountain walk on foot."
This Dingzhou City is a mountain of swords, trees and knives. With her own two feet, she will definitely be able to make her way out of the world.
The night was falling, and the cold wind was like needles, and it was also covered with fine sand, blowing on Song Huiyue's face and hands, leaving her in burning pain all the time.
She didn't dare to rest with her legs crossed, fearing that she would be unable to get up if she sat down. After walking for half an hour, she felt the heat. The heat came up from the top of her head and back, making her feel like she was about to melt.
.
Without water to drink, the blood in the body boils even more, and the throat becomes extremely dry. Breathing becomes like a sharp knife, which will cut through the throat and bring out the smell of blood.
When she reached the fork in the road, she breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to confirm that the wooden sign was indeed the signpost for the market. Then she lowered her head to identify the traces on the ground.
It hadn't rained, so the footprints and horse hoof prints would soon be covered by wind and sand, and the direction could only be identified through the fallen grass.
Keep walking along the traces. The road seems to be endless. The more you walk, the heavier your legs and feet become. Every step you take is like your soul is competing with your body.
The soul can still go very far, but the body cannot move a step, and its legs are dragging on the ground as if they were filled with lead.
When the night turned dark and only the faint starlight came through, Song Huiyue saw a little light in her eyes.