Ah Feng opened her eyes and found herself lying in her own familiar room, on her familiar bed. The wounds on her hands, head and left shoulder were all tightly bandaged.
He managed to sit up and felt something heavy on his legs.
A small body, leaning against the edge of the bed, fell asleep on his legs. The originally fair little face was now covered with snot and tears, mixed with black cigarette ash, which was simply horrible to look at.
She was sleeping soundly with her mouth open, drooling onto the quilt without realizing it.
Ah Feng looked at Xiao Qiu's round, cat-like face for a while, and suddenly felt relieved.
Fortunately, she didn't die, otherwise I don't know how she would cry.
He gently pulled his legs free, stood up from the bed, and felt dizzy from excessive blood loss.
He leaned against the wall, calmed himself, and slowly walked toward the door.
Biyun, who was carrying a basin of water, saw this and quickly put down the basin to help him.
"Where are you going? You are seriously injured, you can't walk around. Lord, please let me take good care of you."
"Thank you for your help. Don't worry about it." Ah Feng broke away from Biyun's support, with a pale face, and walked out stubbornly.
"Eh… "
Biyun couldn't stop calling him, so she could only sigh and go back into the house.
Why does Qiu like being with such a cold person so much
Biyun wrung out the towel and wiped the dirty face of her sister who was lying on the bed.
After fighting for more than a month, the child was busy on the battlefield every day. His little body was really exhausted, so he slept so soundly.
The lord is back, the enemy will be defeated soon, and everything will finally be fine.
Biyun hugged her sister in her arms, and the two sisters sat on the ground, head against head, leaning against the edge of the bed, and fell into a dream peacefully.
In the East Market, a dozen slaves were walking together happily.
The leading man had a hideous scar on his face, but what caught the eye was the bloody heads he held in each hand.
He threw the heads tied together with hair in front of the clerk and said, "Count them!"
"Brother Sheng is mighty."
"Brother Sheng is awesome."
"It's great if everyone can have one, but my brother Sheng alone has more than a dozen, haha."
Brother Sheng picked up a head on the ground with his dagger and threw it at Liu Hou'er, who was injured but gained nothing.
"Got it! You're the only one among us brothers who doesn't have it. I'll help you this time, but don't expect to have such a good thing again next time."
Liu Houer caught the head covered in blood, not minding the dirt at all, and said while wiping his tears: "Thank you, Brother Sheng, thank you, Brother Sheng."
After the clerk carefully counted the heads, he took out a pen and paper and asked, "Name, place of origin, age?"
Brother Sheng: "My name is Sheng, but I don't have a last name. I don't know where I was born or how old I am."
The clerk was used to this kind of situation, so he looked up and explained seriously, "Now that you are no longer a slave, you must have a full name so that we can compile a formal household registration for you."
"My mother's surname seems to be Yang, so I'll believe it too. Yang Sheng." Brother Sheng temporarily gave himself a full name.
The clerk first took out a thick booklet and made a careful record. He then took out a piece of wood cut from poplar and wrote down Yang Sheng's name, age, physical characteristics and assigned place of origin on it.
He handed it to him and explained in detail: "This is a 'verification', a symbol of your status as a citizen of Jin. You must keep it carefully. If you lose it, you need to ask three neighbors to testify, plus the head of the village, and take the document issued by the village head to the government office above the county to reissue it. It is very troublesome."
Yang Sheng took it and took a look. He saw that the wooden board was polished smooth and covered with small characters that he didn't recognize.
Then I would not be a slave.
He carefully stroked the small piece of wood for a while.
The brothers around were very excited and took it one by one and passed it back and forth to look at it.
"Yang Shiwu killed 15 enemy leaders in this battle and was promoted to the rank of duke, and was given an acre of land and a house." The clerk took out a small willow branch, wrote a line of words on it carefully, and handed it to Yang Sheng.
"Your household registration is in Shijia Township, Xiangfu County, ten miles southeast of Bianzhou. Take your 'verification' and 'transmission' to the county to report to the county magistrate. He will check your verification and transmission based on the documents we sent over and ask the township head to arrange one mu of wasteland and a residential plot of thirty steps square for you. In addition, you can receive two thousand coins as a subsidy for building a house. The state will not collect taxes from you in the first year of land reclamation."
Yang Sheng and his companions became more and more excited as they listened, and finally they couldn't help but burst into cheers.
As for the secretary's words, "But these can only be handled after the battle is over," they were drowned out by the men's cheers and almost no one heard them.
Cheers rang out one after another in the East City Square.
Even though many people didn't even get a single enemy capital.
But people's hearts were inspired by this visible and tangible hope, and morale rose like a tide.
Yuan sat in the corner, holding his head, feeling his hands still trembling. He held the food distributed today in his arms, which was fragrant and soft white flour steamed buns, but he couldn't eat a single bite.
Acid surged in his stomach, making him feel nauseous and want to vomit.
He thought he was very strong. In the village, he was a good hunter and fighter, and he would be able to adapt to the battlefield quickly.
However, today, when he arrived at the battlefield with millions of people, he realized that all the bravery and ruthlessness he thought of were as ridiculous as child's play on the real battlefield.
The alien enemies did not look like evil spirits as described in the village legends.
On the contrary, they were just like himself. If they were chopped with a knife, their white muscles would be exposed and their blood would spurt out.
He saw a man from the Quanrong tribe whose stomach had been ripped open right in front of him, rolling on the ground and crying.
However, he had to follow his companions, rush forward, and with shaking hands, chop at the crying body again and again, until the blood soaked his shoes, until the struggling body could no longer move.
But if he didn't raise his knife, it would most likely be himself or his companions who fell.
He had no idea what was east and what was south. Amid the neighing of people and the sound of horses' hooves, and the flashing of swords and sabers in the sky, he could only remember one point that the instructor had repeatedly emphasized during the past few days of training - to follow closely behind the centurion of his team.
The decapitator looked at the centurion's flag, and he was only responsible for watching the decapitator's figure. Wherever the decapitator chopped, they rushed to chopped, and wherever the decapitator rushed, he followed closely.
The battle that seemed to have no end finally ended, and he couldn't help vomiting three times.
Not to mention the enemy's heads, Yuan didn't even know how he managed to get here alive.
He pulled out a small amulet hanging around his neck from his collar. It was specially given to him by his wife Ajuan the day before he left.
I really want to throw away my weapons and armor, go home, find Ajuan, hug her, bury my head in her soft chest, and not care about anything or think about anything.
A group of men cheered not far from him, and the man with a scar on his face chopped off the heads of ten enemies at one time.
A Yuan remembered the man named Sheng. He was very impressive for his desperate killing of enemies on the battlefield.
Yesterday, this man was still a lowly slave, but today, relying on those dozen heads, he not only escaped from slavery, but even surpassed himself and became a public official, with a hundred acres of land and a house of thirty steps square.
A Yuan gritted his teeth and tightened the amulet in his hand, "A Juan, wait for me. Next time, I will definitely chop off at least one head."
Liu Hou'er was so nervous that he placed the head that Brother Sheng had given him on the clerk's desk.
"Name?" the clerk asked in a routine manner.
"I... I don't have a surname either. I don't even know who my mother is." Liu Hou'er touched his head embarrassedly, "Then I'll follow Brother Sheng's surname and call myself Yang Liu Hou."
“Hahahaha…” There was a burst of laughter all around.
The strict clerks all laughed and said, "Let's call him Yang Luhou."
He casually gave the six monkeys a name. He didn't know how many names he had given to these slaves in that day.
The Sixth Monkey accepted his "experience" with many thanks, and looked at his real name with great satisfaction.
"Thanks to Brother Sheng, otherwise I don't know when I would have this name." Sixth Monkey Yang Luhou excitedly returned to Brother Sheng and said flatteringly, "I see that there is no one in this place who can compare to our Brother Sheng. In fact, it's good enough to be like me, to keep my life and my legs are not weak."
"There are always people better than you." Yang Sheng snorted and raised his chin, "Look over there."
Everyone looked up and saw a young man in black clothes and black armor slowly walking towards them.
His eyes were cold and his body was covered in blood. Even his pure black clothes could not cover up the strong smell of blood. He was like a Rakshasa returning from the Asura Hell and approaching slowly.
He was riding a horse, and he was leading another one behind him. The backs of the two horses were covered with heads as big as a hill. The hair on those hideous heads was tangled, and thick blood was dripping down the horses' legs.
The man walked to the desk of a clerk. The clerk, who had been counting heads all day, was startled. He stood up and called his companions to come and help.
"Oh my God, how many levels do I need to upgrade to?" Yang Luhou opened his mouth wide and said softly.
"For the third-level hairpins and below, the reward is based on the number of people. If you want to upgrade to the fourth level, or the fifth-level doctor or above, it is useless to rely on the number of people alone." Yang Sheng said in a low voice.
Yang Luhou asked in confusion: "Is that so? A title above level four. I have never thought about it."
"You have to think that if you want to get to level 4, you have to rely on the results of the team led by the captain of the third-level title." Yang Sheng narrowed his eyes. He was unwilling to admit defeat. "You all follow me and work hard. Although we are slaves, we are no worse than others. We also have the opportunity to be made a marquis and become a prime minister."
"Look at the man in red. He led the team to defend the city gate. I think his achievements this time are enough to confer him a fourth-level title."
Ah Feng, covered in bandages and wearing his red robe, walked over step by step. Several soldiers who admired him came forward and wanted to help him. He raised his hand slightly to refuse.
He walked up to a clerk, put his hand on Mo Qiaosheng's shoulder, and breathed softly.
"You're so badly injured, why did you come out? Why are you so anxious?" Mo Qiaosheng blamed her, but he actually understood Ah Feng's feelings very well.
"My... my name is Feng." Ah Feng said to the clerk.
"His name is Feng, his last name is Cheng, Cheng Feng." A voice sounded.
A man walked down the stairs of the Xuantai. He had a golden crown on his head, a handsome face, and a slight smile in his eyes. He stood on the steps and said, "Give him the surname of the country. From now on, his surname is Cheng."
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