The hustle and bustle outside the city continued. Xu Sigen shuttled among the queues, asking eager questions, but everyone shook their heads, so he had to keep looking backwards.
Until the noise at the city gate dissipated and all the troops entered the city, Xu Sigen stood there blankly, looking anxious.
"Uncle Fourth, why don't you see Bangchui and the others?"
"Yes, Fourth Uncle, where are Dalang and the others?"
The two women followed him eagerly and asked eagerly.
"They are going to Linguan Village. The ones from Linguan Village are entering the city first..." Xu Sigen forced a smile at them.
"Oh, that's it. Let's go to the city quickly. Maybe we've already gone home." A woman said, shaking the child tied behind her, "Sister-in-law, let's go back quickly."
The two women turned around and ran towards the city.
Xu Sigen turned around with some difficulty. Just as he turned around, he heard the noise and the sound of cars coming from behind. He turned his head stiffly and saw a man walking on the road, pulling a car, and two people were following him.
What happened?
Xu Sigen's heart was racing, and he suddenly regretted that he had recognized the man pulling the cart.
"I'm talking about Liu Kui, can you please stop being a fool? The rule has always been to bury people on the spot, how can you forcefully pull people back like this!"
The two soldiers shouted angrily, anxiously and helplessly.
They had been talking like this for almost a day and two nights, but it was of no use at all. This Liu Kui seemed to be in a daze.
Liu Kui lowered his head and pulled the car forward step by step. The body on the car was covered by a few tattered clothes picked up from unknown places, only the five pairs of feet underneath were exposed, swaying with the movement of the car.
"….. Weizhou Jieshibao City Guards Team A brave Xu Maoxiu, Xu Bangchui, Fan Jianglin, Fan Shitou, cavalry Xu Sigen, Xu Layue, school brave Fan Sanchou..."
"...You wimps! If you can do it, you can be a deserter. If you can, you can use your brothers to block swords and arrows. If you can, you can fight with me..."
"...What does it mean to be brave? You are brave and good at fighting, and the general relies on you. What do you think you are doing now?..."
"We are not deserters! We were framed by the dog servants!"
"I'll be watching you! Don't even think about running away!"
I will watch you, I will watch you.
Liu Kui gritted his teeth and stepped forward, his eyes were covered with red threads, and his shoulders had been strangled with bloody marks.
There were shouts in front of the door, followed by women's screams and cries, mixed with the cries of babies and children.
In early May, Jiangzhou Prefecture has started to get hot.
A horse galloped on the road, raising a cloud of dust in the dry and hot weather. Everyone took shelter wherever it passed. The soldiers on the horse were covered in dust. They were obviously delivering urgent reports. The horse went straight to the city gate. The guards guarding the city
They didn't even dare to stop him and hurriedly drove away other people.
"Oh my god, what happened? We have nothing to do with the military here."
"You're passing by, right?"
While they were discussing in a low voice, the horse was reined in at the city gate, its hoofs raised and neighing.
"Where is the Cheng family in Jiangzhou Prefecture?" the soldier asked loudly.
It's not passing by, but it's not looking for the government, but looking for the Cheng family. Does that mean it's not an official matter?
The guards breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly pointed in the direction. The soldier urged his horse to leave without waiting. People on the street were in a chaotic mess with their horses on their backs.
"Madam, something happened!"
The street door was suddenly pushed open, and Manager Cao walked in with a pale face, holding this letter in his hand.
Ban Qin, who was opening the door in the corridor, and Cheng Jiaoniang in the room both looked over.
Something happened?
Mr. Cheng pushed himself up and sat up.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Whatever happens has nothing to do with us, good or bad." Mrs. Cheng said, reaching out to help him lie down.
"That's easy to say." Mr. Cheng smiled bitterly, "The good things must have nothing to do with us, but the bad things don't necessarily have anything to do with us."
On the other hand, he motioned to the housekeeper to speak quickly.
"I don't know what happened, but the soldier shouted in front of the door, saying he was looking for Mrs. Cheng, so we pointed him in the direction. I didn't feel safe and went to take a look. When Manager Cao saw the soldier
His face changed, and he was shaking a little when he received the letter..." the housekeeper said hurriedly, unable to hide his surprise.
It was really unexpected to see this arrogant Manager Cao end up like this one day.
"Then he went in and heard a woman crying inside," the housekeeper said, "and then there was nothing else."
Crying?
"Is that fool crying?" Mrs. Cheng asked hurriedly.
The butler shook his head.
"I didn't see it through the door, but it was a female voice anyway," he said.
Whether it was the fool crying or the maid crying, if someone was crying, something must have happened.
Mr. Cheng exhaled and leaned back.
What happened?
how so?
Liu Lang was sitting in the camp, asking this question repeatedly. It seemed that the war drums were still beating in his ears, and the sound of fighting was still noisy.
He has been sitting like this for half a day, and there is still no word on the paper in front of him, and the tip of the pen stained with ink has dried.
He didn't know what to write. The obituary should have been sent out, so he didn't need to come forward to explain. Although Fan Jianglin was still in a state of confusion, the horse breeder Xu Sigen was still very sober, and they were still so rich, with officials and money.
This obituary will definitely be delivered timely and accurately, unlike other soldiers who are delayed or left unfinished.
What else could he write? Describe this sad thing again? Or comfort her?
Comfort? Difficult things have happened, what words can comfort you?
Liu Lang held the pen, and finally exhausted his strength, and the pen barrel broke with a snap.
The crying continued.
Banqin was lying on the ground unable to get up.
Manager Cao sat on his knees and looked at the woman in front of the screen.
The woman's expression didn't change, her eyes still fell on the letters spread out on the desks.
The content on the letter was so simple that Cao Guanshi, a servant of the Zhou family and a former military general, could even recite it.
On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, someone was not involved in the king's affairs, etc.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her hand and stroked the letter.
"Fan Shitou, Xu Maoxiu, Xu Layue, Fan Sanchou, Xu Bangchui..." She read slowly.
Banqin cried loudly again.
"Madam, madam, please have my condolences, please have my condolences." She cried, kneeling and taking a few steps forward.
"I'm not sad." Cheng Jiaoniang said, running her hand over the names on the letter, "Go and ask how they died."
Before Banqin could recover, Manager Cao understood, and with some solemnity, turned around and went out to call the soldier.
The soldier was left in the outer courtyard to rest.
"When did it happen?" a follower asked.
"April 19." the soldier replied.
April 19th, today is the third day of May, which means it took more than ten days to get from Longgu City to Jiangzhou Mansion. This is really fast.
Seeing the surprised expressions of his followers, the soldier took a big sip of tea soup to suppress the burning in his throat.
"...Xu Guangou gave him enough travel expenses and ensured enough horses along the way..." he said, and also gave him money that he could never earn by delivering letters in his life, so he only took a break for almost three days, so he used the fastest speed in his life.
The time has come.
The followers nodded and asked no more questions. They were not familiar with the brothers from Maoyuan Mountain and had no deep feelings for them, but death was a sad thing after all.
If you die, you will die, and there will be no more in this world.
The soldier took another gulp of tea soup. Perhaps because of the hard work of traveling, he felt that he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He looked up and looked around again.
This concierge is neither big nor small, and the furnishings are simple but not shabby. There are tea soup and fruits on the table, and it looks extremely fresh. It is neither stingy like the poor families I have visited before, nor like the ostentation of the rich families.
This is a large house. Although there are not many new houses here and most of the houses are dilapidated and shabby, it has exceeded the soldiers' expectations.
Didn't you say that these people are from Maoyuan Mountain? How come there is such a god-sister in this prosperous place in Jiangzhou Prefecture?
Just as he was thinking about it, Manager Cao came and ordered someone to call him.
This is a normal thing. The master will definitely ask questions after receiving the obituary notice, so the soldiers did not go to rest.
As the boy walked into the backyard, the soldiers did not dare to look around and lowered their heads as they walked towards the main room. There were no wails and wails like other people's ears when they received an obituary. It was quiet as if nothing had happened.
So after all, it was a dry kiss, not a physical kiss.
Soldiers stood on the porch and saluted.
"Please take a seat."
The female voice in the room said.
The soldier then knelt down and sat down.
"How did they die?"
The question was not unexpected. The soldier responded and briefly recounted the battle that day. Logically speaking, he only told his family about the battle that resulted in death. Perhaps the soldier was thinking of the reward, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.
, a low female voice sobbed along with the narration.
It's good to cry, it's good to cry. It's normal to cry. After all, the person is dead. Even though it's not a kiss, it's still a kiss.
"There were many casualties in this battle. Fan Shitou and the other five were brave men. Please express my condolences to my wife." He bowed and finished in Mandarin.
"So, their defense of the city is crucial to this victory?"
The female voice asked again.
The voice was not crying. Could it be that she was not the one crying...
The soldiers were stunned and nodded.
"Yes, they were planning an ambush at that time, but they happened to encounter the elite soldiers of the Western Thieves King. They ordered the beacon fire messengers to drag the elite soldiers of the Western Thieves into battle. They fought with fewer troops and fought more. They are really heroes." He said.
"You will not hesitate to die for the sake of the country, you will not be afraid of danger when faced with danger, and you will die well, and you should be rewarded."
The female voice said.
"Yes, I will definitely be rewarded by the court." The soldier said, "I came in a hurry, and I didn't have time to hear the reward. The pension must also be distributed. Now that the imperial court has increased the pension, our soldiers can pay five
Guan, six pieces of silk..."
Perhaps it was because there was no sad atmosphere in the house that affected Bingding, so he couldn't help but change the topic.
After saying these words, the woman's crying in the room suddenly became louder, which frightened the soldiers to stop and look up.
Sitting in the room was a young girl in a plain floral skirt, as beautiful as a flower.
The soldier could only use this word to describe his feelings. He didn't even dare to look any further and moved away as if he was frightened. His eyes fell on a maid next to the girl.
The maid leaned to the ground, and it turned out that she was the one crying.
"Who cares about the money and the silk!" Banqin cried, "The husbands can only count the money and silk in a month! Countless, countless! God!"
God, how could this happen!
God, this shouldn’t be like this!
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When I first arrived, I sat in a well and looked at the sky, spreading my wings to hit the water and fly.
In fact, this has been a story of laughter and tears since the beginning, and now it is just the beginning.
