One hundred and fortieth chapters Dingyuan battle seventeen
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"Mommy, why hasn't dad come back yet?"
"Aji, do you miss your father or do you want to eat meat?"
Beside a secluded forest on the north bank of the Jingqili River, a wooden house stood alone. There was a low fence around the wooden house, and some vegetables grew in the open space outside. In the yard, a child with pigtails acted coquettishly.
He hugged his slightly fat mother, his watery eyes blinked at his mother, his face was a little shy and a little expectant. At his feet, there was a basket with one side broken, and there were a few potatoes in it.
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"Abba said when he left, he would bring meat for Aji when he came back."
The child tilted his head and glanced into the distance. No sign of his father appeared in his sight. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. His little mouth pouted, as if to express his dissatisfaction to his mother: Why hasn't his father come back yet?
Looking at her son's disappointed look, the woman was a little funny, but also a little sad. Since the Rakshasa people came here, their lives have changed. In the past, men could get yellow spores every time they went out, and the whole family could not only
He was well fed and could bring the extra prey to Yask in exchange for some oil and salt, but now he had to work for the Rakshasa people for twenty-five days a month, and the remuneration he received was pitiful, and it was impossible to support the family.
In order to supplement the household income, women have used the open space around the house as much as possible to grow vegetables and fruits in the summer so that they can be eaten when winter comes. They usually eat as little as possible with men, leaving only meat for
My only son, so that he can eat well and grow up healthy and happy. However, there is too little meat. The man has to work for the Rakshasa people most of the time every month, and he cannot catch enough in the only five days.
The woman had to pay most of the prey to the Rakshasa tax collectors, so it was impossible to survive. Thinking that when winter came, there would not be enough meat to survive the cold winter, and the woman couldn't help but worry.
Looking at her son's somewhat sallow face, the woman couldn't help but feel a little pain in her heart. She sighed and secretly cursed a few damn Rakshasa bandits. If it weren't for these bandits, their family's life should be happy and worrying.
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"Why hasn't Dumu come back yet?"
After standing with her son for a while, the woman became a little worried about the man. She picked up her son and walked out of the courtyard towards the distance. Today is the day when the man comes back. Usually by this time he has already brought the young man given by the Rakshasa people.
The poor dried meat is back. Why haven't you come back so late today? Yask is not far away, just a few miles away. The Rakshasa people let the men back at noon, and the man returned home from Yask.
In less than half an hour, he should have been back long ago.
Did something happen on the road? The woman became more and more worried. The man was very punctual and family-oriented. Every time he got off work, he would rush home as soon as possible and would never stay elsewhere, but today he was still late.
Coming back, this made the woman nervous. She was a little scared. Since the Rakshasa people came, she had heard that many tribesmen were beaten to death by them. Could it be? The woman didn't dare to think about it anymore. She didn't dare to imagine it.
Mu was killed by Rakshasa people.
The child noticed some changes in his mother's face, gently hugged his mother's arm with his little hands, and called his mother in a tender voice, "Mommy, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Aggie."
The woman didn't want her son to be nervous too, so she forced a smile at him, her eyes fixed on the road leading to Yask, hoping that Dumu would soon appear in her sight, with his signature smile far away.
Open your hands towards your son from a distance.
After a short wait, the woman's eyes suddenly lit up because she had reached her husband.
"Dumu! Dumu!"
"Abba, Abba!"
The woman and the child screamed at the same time. The child struggled to jump out of his mother's arms and ran quickly to his father. Seeing this, the woman did not call her son, but just smiled and walked farther and farther away.
The man was approaching. As the man's figure got closer and closer, the woman's eyes suddenly froze, and the smile on her face instantly froze. She saw that there were many, many people behind the man.
"This is your son?"
Zhao Qiang, who was riding behind Du Mu, saw a cute child running towards him and asked with a smile. Du Mu, who had recovered from the panic and uneasiness just now, nodded to Zhao Qiang: "General,
That is the villain's son."
"Your son is very cute, what is his name?" Zhao Qiang lightly reined in his mount, and the horse took a few steps forward.
"Aji." Although the general in front of him was very kind, Dumu still instinctively maintained enough respect for him, just like he treated the Rakshasa people in Yask. He always spoke in a low voice and did not dare to increase his volume.
And every time he answered the general's question, he lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at the other person.
"Aji, Aji" Zhao Qiang said several times and laughed: "What a good name."
"Abba!"
Aji also arrived. There were many people behind his father, but he had no other thoughts. He just wanted to get his father's hug as soon as possible. In Aji's young heart, his father's embrace was as warm and safe as his mother's.
The people he stays with are naturally good people, so he is not afraid of the uncles behind his father.
Seeing that his son was almost rushing in front of him, Du Mu subconsciously reached out to hug him, but as soon as his hand moved, he suddenly retracted it, and he lowered his head uneasily and did not dare to move.
"Go hug your son." Zhao Qiang, who was sitting on the horse, observed Du Mu's reaction and knew that this timid Daur man was afraid of himself and his subordinates. In order to let this Daur man lead the way with peace of mind, Zhao Qiang comforted him and said: "
By the way, tell your wife that you are taking us to Yask." After that, he specially warned: "Remember to tell her what we do, otherwise I'm afraid your wife will be frightened."
"Yes, General."
After hearing Zhao Qiang's words, Du Mu hesitated for a moment, then walked forward a few steps quickly, hugged Aji who was running over, held him in his arms, and lifted him up, with a smile from the heart on his face.
After passing the pound of dried meat to Aji's hand, Dumu hugged him and walked towards the fence. When he walked in front of his wife who looked surprised, he looked back, handed Aji to his wife's arms, and whispered
He said: "Don't be afraid, they are an army fighting against Rakshasa people."
Author's note: Mammy, the Daur people's name for mother, is different from the Manchu name for mother.