The horses are tall and mighty, and the people on the horses are even more handsome.
The speaker was a young man in red, holding a riding crop, a sword on his waist, and a charming smile. He turned around and said, "I see that he has some plans. Your Majesty, now is the time to train your team, why don't you take him with you?"
The person he was talking to was looking at the mountains in the distance with his hands behind his back.
The man in black clothes is as fierce as ice. His body is tall and cold, and his handsome face is half covered by a black jade mask. He looks like he is just above his age, but his aura is formidable. There is a knife hanging from his waist, with a sharp and sharp blade. Colder than wind and snow.
He looked at the road into the mountain in the snow, seeing the mountain peaks from far to near, and then spoke slowly and slowly.
"I'm just a child of twelve or thirteen years old, do you think you can take it seriously?"
That voice was cold and sharp, slightly hoarse, one part graceful and noble, one part awe-inspiring and chilly. It made one couldn't help but smell the strong wind rolling through the battlefield in the northwest, and the smell of blood polished on the blade.
The young man in red was choked by what he said and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, you are the last batch of knights. The talented and famous disciples of the aristocratic families in the capital have long been won over by other princes and princes! You don't have to raise a few since childhood. , how to fight with them?"
"That's all? I still don't like him!" The prince sneered, "This guy only has some motive, but he's not enough to attract people, so don't bother with him anymore."
He looked up and saw that the snow had completely stopped, and the mountain ridge was shimmering with silver light.
"You go into the village and ask for some hot water. We will go into the mountains right away. When the snow falls, the hibernating red cloud snakes move slowly. Digging the snake's gall to make medicine will have the best effect."
"yes!"
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At the funeral of "Xia Chaojin", Tong Su gave him the most profound farewell within the scope of what she could do.
It is said that it is a grand burial, but it is nothing more than spending dozens of taels of silver to put the coffin, rest for a few days, and then put it into the grave.
Daughter's family, especially those who have not been engaged or divorced, are not allowed to be buried in ancestral graves in most areas. But Tong Su insisted on it. This was a private matter of their Xia family. Most of the villagers were sympathetic, so they did not stop them. Everything went smoothly. Li sent the coffin into the tomb,
"Mom, it's been almost a month since we returned to Xiajiacun. Dad didn't leave much money, so we have to find a way to continue to live. We have land that dad bought back then, but neither you nor I can work on it. Even if you are a good hand, you can’t grow it…”
Tong Su was a little worried.
She changed her clothes, quickly went outside to bring back a basin of snow, and went into the kitchen to boil water. It was cold now, and the water tank and well were frozen. To drink water, she had to boil snow.
Uncle Xia's family did not receive the inheritance, and they were very dissatisfied with Tong Su and her daughter. Whenever they got the chance, they would sneer at them, let alone provide help.
Xia's mother was weak and could only cry. She wanted to beg them, but was held back by Tong Su.
"Chao, Qingzhai, even if they don't dare to come and grab things again, the two of us still have a lot of life. It's still snowing now. If nothing else, just burning the Kang for warmth requires firewood, but how can we get it?"
Tong Su boiled the water and said, "Mom, just rest and rest, I know what to do."
The portable space that comes with the system is a full cubic meter in size. It is empty and contains no supplies.
But it was just convenient for her to go into the mountains to cut firewood and carry it back.
After breakfast, Xia's mother fiddled with the spinning wheel and began to weave. She was an orphan in troubled times and could not read. The only thing she could do well was to be able to weave good cloth.
The money left by Xia's father was quite a lot for the villagers, but neither Tongsu nor Xia's mother was willing to sit back and rest on their laurels.
Tongsu went to the back of the house, picked up a bamboo basket, put a bundle of rope in it, and took a machete.
Go into the mountains.
Cut wood.