A group of half-grown children came in and the back house became noisy.
"Uncle Liu, I want to take a bath."
"Sister Kumquat, do I have any new clothes?"
"Sister Kumquat, can I use your incense?"
The old servant and Jin Jue were surrounded by a group of children making noisy noises. Since they went to the barracks, they probably saw a lot of people and became bolder. They dared to speak and laugh when they came back.
"Why are you taking a bath?" The old servant stretched out his hand to drive them away. "There is no one at home to boil water for you. You have to boil hot water yourself."
Jin Jue grabbed a few boys who were about to run away and said, "Don't steal my incense."
Xiao Wan and the three girls didn't join in the fuss and watched quietly with a smile.
After a lot of fun, the wooden buckets filled with hot water were quickly placed, and clean new clothes were placed around everyone. There were also flower petals soaked in the buckets, which were fragrant and red.
A boy huddled into a wooden barrel and held his breath for a long time. Then he emerged with a flower petal on his head. He exhaled for a long time and chewed the petals that fell beside his mouth.
"In this winter, we are the only ones with flowers at home." He said to himself.
In the past, there were flowers when he took a bath. There was a boy with delicate features. He leaned on the barrel and closed his eyes quietly, thinking. The petals were rippling in front of him. There used to be flowers in his house all year round. When he was taking a bath, the maids
Flowers would also be sprinkled, but he couldn't look at the bright red petals for a long time because he would think of the blood shed by the maid and his family who died under the knife of the rebels.
"It's better to be at home." A boy with thin eyebrows and long eyes sighed. He was lying on the barrel, revealing his thin body and two moderate scars on his shoulders and back.
Then a boy shouted: "Ah Mao, you don't want to go to the barracks anymore."
It was only after I went to the barracks that I realized how miserable their lives were. Before the troubled times, some of their families were poor and some were rich. But in the peaceful and prosperous times, no matter how poor they were, they never suffered much or suffered any serious sins as children.
Of course, life was hard when I didn't come to Mrs. Wu's house. Suddenly, all my relatives died and I became an orphan. I was like a bereaved dog who didn't know the future.
Although Madam Wu was still a little anxious and didn't know what the future would bring, she was well fed, clothed, warm, and slept soundly without being beaten or feared. The old servant told them stories, and Kumquat taught them how to write...
So when I impulsively followed my companions to the barracks, they only stood in line for a day. Several children couldn't bear it. They hid in bed and cried at night. They wanted to go back to Madam Wu, but they didn't dare to say anything.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, Mrs. Wu had someone take them back.
Soldiers all have time to visit relatives, but the time is long.
"You are young, you should go home and rest for two days every five days." Mrs. Wu said.
Home, go home, it’s not that Mrs. Wu doesn’t want them anymore, this is still their home. I think of the recruits in the new barracks. They endure hardships and hardships just for their families, to make their families proud and happy. Although they can’t let Mrs. Wu enjoy the happiness.
, why can't we make her proud?
The boys gritted their teeth and endured, and the girls followed Xiaowan's example, crying and learning at the same time. No one said anything about not going to the military camp anymore, except for a child named A'mao.
When he started to practice swords and guns, A Mao was injured and cried for a few days before going home. He said that he would not serve as a soldier and would become Madam Wu's attendant and serve the young Madam for the rest of his life. However, he was stopped by the child who was called A Jin by the eldest brother recommended by everyone.
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A Jin took him back alone once and asked him to see what Mrs. Wu was doing every day and what the children at home were doing.
Mrs. Wu got up early and went to bed late. She did not play, grow flowers, write poems, or read. She meditated, looked at maps, and read documents sent by the government. She went to the government every three days and every ten days.
military camp.
Her diet and daily life are exquisite and extremely simple. She arranges all the kumquats by herself. When she meditates, she is alone without anyone around her. When she reads maps and documents, she has Jiang Liang and Liu Fan to talk with her. When she goes to the government, she is accompanied by officials, and when she goes out, she has a bag to accompany her.
The most common things the children who stay at home do every day are to check whether the flowers in the house are still fresh, whether the stove is hot or not, and to run errands and ask people to tie cotton curtains, bead curtains, gauze curtains...
"Are you sure you want to do this for your wife for the rest of your life?" A Jin asked, "Children can do these things, do you want to be a child for the rest of your life?"
If you can be a child for the rest of your life, it is actually a kind of happiness. Ah Mao looked at the children playing in the yard after finishing their work, and Mrs. Wu didn't mind having children around her for the rest of her life.
A Jin looked at A Mao, who was silent: "We are unfortunate because our relatives died in troubled times. We are also lucky to be able to come to the young lady's side. How to use this luck? Think about it for yourself. We orphans,
You are only responsible for yourself in life, no matter how you live it, it will be your whole life.”
After saying that, he left.
Ah Mao stayed at home for two days and returned to the barracks. Ah Jin didn't say anything, as if nothing had happened.
But everyone knows that Ah Mao is the most timid and the one who least wants to be a soldier.
Especially this trip to Anton, it was a hard journey. Although they arrived after the war was over, they still received a strong impact. They all experienced the tragic death of their families and relatives. The cruelty of the battlefield was still beyond compare.
imagination.
It's natural that Ah Mao was once again frightened and didn't want to be a soldier.
Ah Mao lay on the bathtub without refuting or admitting. Some things are done for everyone to see, so there is no need to waste time talking about them.
"Are you okay?" Xiaowan said, standing up from the tub, "I've finished washing."
Xiao Wan is smaller than they look, and he has not learned to be a soldier, but no one dares to underestimate him, not only because of his unusual relationship with the young lady.
They can wield knives and guns, and dare to kill people with knives and guns, but they dare not use knives to cut people's necks, insert them into bamboo tubes, nor use needles and threads to sew up the bloody skin.
Not to mention that using knives or needles on people is not killing people, but saving them.
It's too scary, too scary, too incredible. Xiaowan is an old acquaintance of the young lady, so he must be a fairy boy.
Because he was an old acquaintance of the young lady, Fairy Tong did not wash up first and get close to the young lady, but wanted to wait for them to come together.
Everyone stopped talking and laughing and shouted that it was done and climbed out of the tub.
The boys and girls were all clean and rosy-cheeked, wearing neat and bright new clothes, hanging sachets, and sitting in the hall, hot and fragrant. In front of them were exquisite dishes, sweet wine, and a stack of crispy walnuts.
Benevolence.
Everyone rushed to talk about their experiences, the hard journey, the tragedy of the battlefield, and the bravery of the Zhenwu Army. The girls also talked about the condition of the injured. Only Xiaowan sat quietly as always.
Li Minglou looked at him: "I have already obtained the list of wounded soldiers. Xiaowan, you saved many people. You saved not only their lives, but also their spirits."
A soldier was shot in one eye by an arrow. In this case, pulling out the arrow would bring out the entire eyeball. It hurt so much that there was no way to do any follow-up treatment.
First, he poured a sip of medicine into the small bowl, and the wounded soldier passed out. Then he used a knife to dig out the eye layer by layer, peeled it off, and took out the arrow. Then he sewed the dug eye back together. The wounded soldier did not die of pain and woke up to spend the day.
After several painful flushes, I was out of danger and the other eye was still intact.
When Xiao Wan left, the wounded soldier was already able to stand up and walk, and was practicing with a bow and arrow. He said he could see accurately with one eye and his archery skills were better than before.
After hearing the praise of Xiaowan, the companions all talked about various treatment situations. The three girls also made rapid progress and were able to treat wounded soldiers alone.
Xiaowan blushed and lowered his head at the praise: "I have learned too little, and I am not good at it. I can save very few people."
Previously, he had focused all his energy on suturing wounds. He was helpless in the face of many wounded soldiers, and his treatment was often in vain.
He didn't know if he should regret it. If he had known that the eldest lady didn't need him to treat her injuries, would he have learned more?
Li Minglou saw his thoughts and did not let the child fall into such confusion and self-blame: "We will see that Xiaowan will do better and better in the future and save more and more people."
Xiao Wan lowered his head and nodded.
"We can do it too, we can practice better, and we can go into battle to kill the enemy." The other children also expressed their opinions, "Madam, please let us go to the battlefield."
When Xiaowan lowered his head, he also raised his head.
Where can one be more trained and make rapid progress? It is to face the most brutal battlefield.
There have been no wars like the Battle of Andong in Gwangju Prefecture recently, but there have been constant collisions with Donghuainan Road, and sooner or later there will be a life and death battle.
Li Minglou looked at these children, his eyes lit up, and he had a new idea.
She said: "There is another place, would you like to go?"