Exiting the valley gate and looking at Beimang Mountain from afar, it is a beautiful time of early summer, with colorful greenery and mist covering the mountains.
My wife was staring out the window in a trance, and I was looking at my wife.
My wife finally realized that I was looking at her, and she couldn't help laughing: You've been looking at me for more than ten years, aren't you afraid of getting tired of it
Life is like the first time you meet, not seeing is as good as life.
Oh, Zirui, look, the farmers are planting millet this year.
Ling'er, you don't need to open the window. Actually... my husband... doesn't know the difference between the five grains. And even if he sees it, he will forget it quickly.
Yinling sighed and said: My wife knew it long ago.
Then, Yiren seemed to talk to herself again: What did I plant last year
It should be millet too.
Millet should not be planted continuously as it will easily produce weeds and wild millets.
Ling'er knows all this
Yes, your father-in-law is Mr. Shui Jing.
Alas, I am so sorry, father-in-law.
So what
I abducted both of his daughters.
Yinling smiled and pinched me, then told me to relax my muscles so that she could pinch me again.
But here is something strange. I didn't know you had two sisters that day, but father-in-law hesitated for a long time before answering: one daughter (adopted daughter). If it was three or four daughters, now I think about it, I don't know how to deal with it. Why is father-in-law like this
Hey, Zirui, didn't you do it on purpose? I always thought you did it on purpose, and I admired your wisdom for a while. Zirui, do you still remember how you asked
It seemed like my father-in-law was making things difficult for me, so I paused and asked, "The one I married...how many daughters do you have?"
Yinling put on a weird smile and continued to ask: You really didn't mean it
I was confused: What on purpose
Yinling changed her expression to one of inquiry and asked in a strange tone: You really didn't mean it
I was confused: What on purpose
Yinling shook her head: You are lucky, didn’t you hear that the elders around you all have accents
Well, of course, the Yue people shouldn’t have the same accent as the Central Plains people.
Yin Ling smiled and said: So this sentence, among the elders of the Yue people, might be considered as: "The one I marry, would he have his own daughter?"
After he finished speaking, he wrote the words on the palm of my hand.
That is to say... I, what I asked might have been heard by many Yue elders as: Which daughter of yours should I marry
Right, right, so my father has to be on guard against you. How many daughters do you have? He also has to be on guard against you: Would you rather have only one daughter? If he answers three or four daughters, then wouldn’t all my sisters fall into the hands of thieves
I... Hey, Yinling, what are you talking about? But... My luck is too good, isn't it? I didn't think of this at all.
Because the elders may not even know what you are asking, and father may think you are setting a trap, so he pondered for a while. Father had no choice but to use his daughter (adopted daughter), and you let everyone confirm that I am father's daughter. In fact, you have already gained the upper hand in this matter. As long as you explain that you asked another question at that time, since father-in-law answered in this way, you can just follow his answer and push it off. However, when father had no choice but to play word games with you, you did not expose him in person, but played other word games with him. Father is also arrogant and thinks he is a master in words and morality. How can he bear such humility from you, a villain, and finally forced father to take a step back and say harsh words. I didn't expect you to add to the harsh words and finally survive. The other elders had no intention of stopping us from going together, so father naturally had no way out.
After saying this, Yin Ling sighed again: "So, you just didn't think of this." At that time, Ling Er praised Zi Rui very much.
How can I guess the accent? Also, is there anyone like you who would slander your husband for no reason
Haha, this way you can also be considered as Ling'er venting your father's anger, and being filial. Forget it, forget it, oh, it turned out to be so dangerous back then.
Yinling pretended to be alarmed, then took my arm again: Fortunately, Ling'er is lucky. God let Ling win, and took half of you from Sister Pei'er. Note 1 (Note 1: VIP takes up the word count, so there is no more note here. In the free version, there is a long note here, so stay tuned)
Why divide me? Can't I have both of you all to myself? To satisfy the vanity of a husband.
Yiren looked at me unkindly: I'll give you another chance, you must seize it well.
It’s about me.
Yinling has been giving me opportunities recently, which means I often make mistakes. Fortunately, I can still make up for it and seize the last chance.
Yin Ling was tired, so she lay down to rest. Her fingers were casually playing with the longbow beside her. Suddenly she asked, "What is Zirui doing with the bow?"
"Oh, if there's game on the way, I can catch some and cook it for you."
"Zi Rui's archery skills are so good... Oh, yes, you also shot down a wild goose." She stroked my face again: "My Zi Rui is so amazing. Oh, by the way, I recalled and wrote down everything you taught me that day. I called it "Bao Zi Bing Fa", which is divided into three parts: understanding soldiers, knowing soldiers, and using soldiers. I wonder if it can be passed down to the world."
I reminded Yiren: the original author himself can’t remember it.
Yinling snorted: Then at least you have to ask Sister Pei to carry you on her back, so that she can teach you at any time.
Articles that are passed down from generation to generation are nothing more than bamboo slips or wooden tablets, which are inanimate objects; all kinds of principles are contained in the heart, which is truly a practical use.
Yinlingtou stopped dwelling on this question and suddenly picked up the flute again, smiling: Could it be that Zirui wants to play a song for his wife
I can only make a sound by tinkering with it. You know I have no knowledge of music. I carry it as a personal weapon.
Then he pulled out the thorn from the flute.
Alas, using this as a weapon and practicing martial arts is somewhat elegant; if one really fights with swords and kills the villain with one's own hands, wouldn't that be like burning the piano and cooking the crane
Sorry, Yinling, I am not a gentleman. I just don't like using swords.
Why
The sword is a double-edged one, and I am not familiar with swordsmanship and am afraid of hurting myself. This is the first reason. When I was a child, Ling carved a wooden sword for me, but I was stabbed by a splinter and fell ill and was bedridden for a long time. This is the second reason. That year, you used a sword to protect me, but it hurt me instead, and you felt guilty for a long time, and as your husband, I felt very uncomfortable. This is the third reason.
She didn't say much, just lay in my arms and pretended to sleep, looking so comfortable and adorable; suddenly she burrowed deeper into me, looking so cute and comfortable.
It was the busy summer season, and there were few pedestrians on the road. The car was moving along the old tracks, and it was very stable. Smelling the faint fragrance of green millet, talking about the past with Yinling, the time seemed to pass very quickly. Yinling would fall asleep from time to time, and I would quietly hug her beside her. Sometimes I seemed to be unable to sleep well, and I would imitate Yinling's way of coaxing me to sleep, and pat her gently.
Yiren seemed to notice something. She didn't say much, but just smiled and rubbed her head in my arms.
We drove northeast for a while on a mountain road and passed Ping County. We did not go north to Pingjin Pass, but we meandered eastward for more than ten miles. We gradually heard the chirping of birds and deer, accompanied by the gurgling of streams. Yinling had slept enough and was energetic. She stopped the car from time to time and wanted to get off to see the beautiful scenery in the mountains. However, the mountains were windier and colder than the plains. I was afraid that Ling'er would catch a cold, but I couldn't bear to disappoint her, so I had to wrap her in my cloak. I wanted to persuade her to go back to the car, so I said that no matter how beautiful the mountains were, they were not as beautiful as my wife, but Yinling criticized me for patting my pig's butt too frequently and getting more and more disgusting.
In order to cover this section, I saw a peak rising among the mountains in the south, so I asked the driver which mountain it was.
The answer is: Shouyang Mountain.
Is it Shouyang where Boyi and Shuqi lived and refused to eat Zhou grain
Exactly.
Ling'er, my father told me that Guzhu Kingdom is also one of the origins of my surname Xie.
Just as I was about to salute, Yinling pulled my sleeve, which made me confused.
The driver replied, "Sir, Madam, a few miles ahead is where our Xie family is. It was here that our Xie family came to worship our ancestors and gradually settled down."
Then let’s go first. It’s still early when we get there, so we can walk around.
Without caring whether she objected or not, I just picked up my Yinling and got into the car.
Somehow, Yinling was in a bad mood.
I asked her what was wrong. She grabbed my ear and scolded me: Don't forget, even if your last name is Xie, you are still the son of Lord Mengbo.
Finally we arrived at Xie's settlement. It seemed as if someone had informed us in advance, and the whole settlement was there to welcome us. I had not expected that this mountain settlement was very rich, and there were even wine shops and stores, just like a market town.
After going through all the formalities and talking about our kinship, we were arranged to rest. It was my father's idea, because Yinling was pregnant. We should keep everything simple and rest as soon as possible.
Since Yinling got pregnant, I had completely disappeared from my father's list of people he cared about. In one of my father's courtyards, Yinling was allowed to choose a room at random. When Yinling chose a second-floor attic facing the stream, before I had time to sit down in the room, I saw braziers, thick quilts, sweet and sour preserved fruits, etc., being moved in one after another.
Then we started the fire, cleaned up, and arranged the house. The aunts and uncles came to greet Yinling, asking what she wanted to eat, what she wanted to eat, when she wanted to eat, how she felt, etc. Only a temple keeper who claimed to be the ancestral temple here talked to me sporadically.
Finally, we got rid of these women and an old man from the same clan.
I remember I sat down beside the brazier, added a few pieces of charcoal, and watched the fire grow and warm up, and I didn't want to move. Yinling heard everyone go downstairs, and seemed to hear that they didn't want to disturb us, so she happily came to my side, looking like a pig with a triumphant look, but it was so comfortable to look at.
According to me, I laughed very stupidly.
She asked me what I was happy about.
I don’t know, I just feel happy when I see you happy.
I thought I was sincere enough and that I really spoke from the heart; but she still thought I was trying to flatter her. It's so hard to tell the truth.
But I still decided to tell the truth, because she is my sweetheart, and I have no defenses in front of her. One day I will tell her everything, so it is better to let her know as soon as possible.
So, I let Yinling be quiet first, and then told her everything that had happened.
Finally, I told her: In fact, it was not you who stole half of me from Pearl. I was originally yours, and you were originally mine. It was me who married Pearl without knowing it.
Silver bells are really quiet.
Suddenly he laughed: Zirui, are you making up a story for me
He looked into my eyes a few more times: Really
Suddenly, she stood up and started walking around the room.
Yiren's facial expression changed for a moment. It was obvious that many things here were really difficult for her to fully accept.
What evidence is there
Yiren still found it hard to accept this fact. It made sense. People in the public were saying that I was the eldest prince, so it was so true that Yinling must have heard it too many times and probably always sneered at it. But she didn't expect that some of it was actually true.
Uncle Jiang was my father's former captain.
Yiren really sat down, and suddenly threw herself into my arms. She patted my chest and burst into tears: "Why didn't you know earlier that Sister Pei was pregnant? What should I do?"
"No, no, you can't tell Sister Pei about this. Otherwise, she won't be able to bear it. You can't reveal it, and neither can I." Although she struggled to get out of my arms, Ling'er was a kind-hearted woman after all.
"Zi Yu has already married the princess, so Sister Pei can only be his concubine. What's more, she has your child. What should we do?" Yiren was still talking to herself.
I hugged her tightly. The door was suddenly pushed open, and Sister Qi looked at us with a smile. We quickly separated, wanting to say that nothing happened. Sister was a little overwhelmed when she saw us being so affectionate. She came to see us and praised us for being so loving. Suddenly she noticed tears on Yinling's face, and Sister Qi was so righteous that she came over with her sword and grabbed my collar.
In order to show my understanding of my sister and my respect for her behavior, I took the initiative to offer her my neck so she could grab it.
Then he hurriedly said: It’s all wisdom’s fault.
Sister Qi couldn't hold back her laughter, so she sighed and put her hand down after looking at Yinling's pleading eyes.
"If Meng De could treat me like Zi Rui treats Yin Ling, Qi would be content." My sister still sighed.
"Don't praise me, I married two people." I still need to say good things to my brother.
"So what? I've heard that you were already engaged. You married Sister Pei, whom you had never met, to fulfill your filial piety and to follow your parents' agreement. You treated each other with respect (this allusion comes from Zuo Zhuan). You didn't want to let Yinling down, so you asked for permission from Sister Pei before you proposed to her. And you recently rejected the Second Princess's advances. You rejected all the ideas of that talented woman, which is quite remarkable. If it was Meng De, he would have accepted all of them." Pei'er should have explained the first part to her. Pei'er should have lowered herself, but pushed me to a higher level of virtue. But the latter part... Especially the Second Princess, how did those women know.
I couldn't hold it in any longer: How did you know about the second princess
The second princess and I have a very good relationship. She always pesters me and calls me sister.
My sister must not go out.
Do you think I'm like you, saying whatever I want? Does Yinling know how Zirui obeyed the second princess
Yinling chuckled.
As expected, Zirui and Yinling can talk about anything. It would be great if Mengde could be like that.
Yinling and I were both anxious and wanted to change the subject. I was thinking of what to say, but due to the delay, Yinling really said something: "No, it's not that, you are siblings. He just told me that, and that's why Ling was crying just now."
Sister Qi obviously didn’t know, and I didn’t have the time to talk about this issue. It’s really too risky to tell the truth today.
But Sister Qi was obviously stunned. I quickly suppressed Yin Ling and asked her to stop talking and wait and see Sister Qi's reaction. And even if it was really exposed, it would not matter. The key was whether I could tell her that she was my uncle's daughter.
Sister Qi seemed to freeze her face and smiled a few times: "I have heard rumors that you are a prince. This is the first time I have heard of this. But if some of the rumors are true, it is indeed possible, but... Zirui and I are almost one month apart."
"I heard from others on the street when I was young that my father and uncle went out with several children, and finally only brought me back." Sister Qi obviously began to connect all the things: "I asked my father and mother, and they said that my twin brother died. I was originally going to be adopted by my uncle, but then my uncle went to the war... My brother also died, so I stayed behind."
She seemed to have finally figured it out: "I finally understand. It turns out that the rumors are true. You are my twin brother. Not the eldest princess's brother."
Fortunately, my sister is not as smart as the one next to me.
"Hey, why didn't you ever tell me? And why didn't my father tell me either? My mother let it slip a few times, but she always covered it up. Now that I think about it, that's why."
Of course, at this time, the person next to me may not be as smart as me, so I began to explain: "There are two regents, father and son, and others have gossiped about us. If we were biological father and son, the official gossip would have become a memorial; and I can't go to the country, I can only wait in Zhao State, and I can't go to Yue State to quell the rebellion in Tiannan. And, do you remember what you and I said that day in Meng De's residence? Sister, do you think it's strange that I said such a thing? Because I knew about this at that time, but not all of Meng De's subordinates are like Brother Meng De. Some of them are talented but not moral, and I am afraid that they will harm my family. And sister has a pure nature and doesn't know how to guard against others, so my father and I dare not tell her. Don't you think that in these days, my parents and I are really like their own son?"
Sister Qi kept nodding her head. It was obvious that she must have felt some things were strange a long time ago. It seemed that she had asked her mother about it, but her mother just laughed it off.
"Sister, you must not tell father, otherwise he will definitely worry about you. If you let the secret slip in Wei State, learn to cover it up like mother and just spread the rumor." Teach others to take lies as truth, or take the truth as lies, I am trying to confuse people with my own obviousness.
"It's difficult in the officialdom. Today Qi finally realized that there is no need to keep secrets from one's own flesh and blood. No wonder your profile is so similar to your father's. Why didn't I think of it?" The silly girl was still smiling foolishly as she pieced together the whole story in her own world.
"Sister, your heart is as pure as water, untainted by dust and mud. But it is not so in the palace. Sister, do you still remember that I was always talking nonsense in the court, was dismissed from my post, and was imprisoned. That's why I became so worldly. Sister, please don't get involved in such matters easily. Just be your wife of Wei happily and take care of your brother Meng De. If there is any injustice, as soon as your letter comes, even if father has reservations, your brother will go to settle the matter for you without hesitation." Of course, flattery should still be done, and it is necessary to be humble and temporarily fade out of sight. Then a bright future also needs to be unfolded, and even the strong support for a bright future is obvious.
Sister Qi was amused. She suddenly came over and started checking my clothes, and said with a laugh, "How did you stay in mother's belly for an extra month?"
"Actually, I was going to be born with you, but you kicked me back when you wanted to leave." I told the joke as calmly as possible.
Sister Qi was amused even more.
He actually raised his leg and kicked me: "Is that so?"
It turns out that kicking people is indeed a family tradition in our family.
"That's not right. Where did Zirui get the engagement?" Sister Qi was not completely confused.
"Sister, you must have heard about this rumor in the market, right?"
“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot.”
"I was just pretending to be someone else, saving my life, and naturally I also helped him get engaged." I began to wonder how someone like me who lies all the time could be mocked as a stutterer. Later, I thought about it and it seemed that what I said was the truth.
"Oh, then doesn't that mean Sister Guo Pei has interfered with your relationship with Yinling?" After all, she is the eldest sister of our generation, and the verbs she uses reflect the family tradition of our family.
"Just let sister know, don't tell Pei'er, I'm afraid she can't bear it." He actually told the truth again.
My sister was confused, her expression changed quickly, and she kept giggling. I didn't want to disturb Yinling's rest, so I left first. Before leaving, the woman approached me and kicked me. I said helplessly and angrily: Sister, what did I do wrong
"Relive the feeling before I was born." This woman was quick-witted and witty for once.
After Sister Qi’s fuss, Yinling finally accepted the fact that I was Shen Gongshe.
Then, she realized that my father and mother would often pronounce the "She" sound first when they called me. Because of the relationship with "Yuan", she initially thought that our family pronounced "Xie" with the "She" sound because it sounds similar to "Shen".
I have to admit that Yiren has a very rich imagination. I can't figure out how these are connected.
She wanted me to enjoy the feeling of me hugging her, and wanted me to feel guilty when I was with her - because I had her and married another woman - and therefore remember to compensate her from time to time.
We stood by the window like this, she wrapped in my cloak, lying between my arms, looking at the gurgling stream outside the window.
The door was opened again unexpectedly.
He turned around while holding Yinling and saw Sister Qi with an excited look on her face, and his expression slowly turned into a smirk.
"Zi Rui's arms are really strong, he holds Yin Ling like a child." Yin Ling was about to jump down, but Sister Qi called out, "Is the view from up high good? Count me in."
So I held Yinling in my left arm and Sister Qi in my right arm. The two of them sat on my arms, using my hair bun as armrests, and they had a very pleasant conversation.
My situation was much worse. It was OK at first, but later it was just a test of my physical strength. However, it did not affect the two people above me. They even talked about putting a table on my head, putting some dried fruits and fragrant tea, and fixing it with a hairpin.
I gradually had to squeeze my arms tightly from time to time to prevent them from sliding down. They finally felt their legs were numb from my pressure and came down. They also suggested that I continue to exercise.
Sister Qi finally came up with a reasonable excuse for this trip, which of course she thought was a legitimate reason: I will take you to see something.
She held Yinling's hand, and they called each other "brother and sister" all the way. Seeing the two of them talking happily, I could only follow them quietly. We walked out of the village and into the mountain path. Sister Qi ordered me to go in front, and the two of them put their hands on my shoulders and walked down the winding path until we finally reached the stream. We walked along the stream for half a minute and arrived at a workshop.
This is a workshop for making cars. But the car is a little strange. I saw a craftsman propping up the car cover, and then erected a two-meter wall at the rear of the car. He moved something at the rear wall of the car, and saw an iron plate inserted into the soil behind the car. Two side wings were extended from the side of the car, and there were holes like pins on them. After checking this again, another car was replaced.
Yinling and I naturally circled around this one.
Sister Qi was very proud and asked: Do you know what this is
"It should be a chariot, but many of them can be gathered together to form a city."
"Zi Rui figured it out already?"
I pointed to the many similar cars next to me and touched the latch on the rear wing that deployed. "Isn't this obvious?"
"Zi Rui is indeed a genius." Sister Qi was very happy: "This was designed by Zhang Sikong. However, in order to avoid too many Xianbei spies in Zhao State, it was manufactured here and then pulled back together like a normal car."
"The Xianbei are good at field battles, but not at attacking cities. Zhang Sikong's intention should be to use this to force the Xianbei to fight a siege on the grassland. But the Xianbei may not be willing to fall for this trick. Why would they attack us? They can just surround us without attacking, and force us to run out of food and grass, and then harass us when we have to withdraw our troops."
"Zi Rui, you don't know, there is a shortage of water in the desert to the north. In many places after summer and autumn, there are only a few springs within a thousand miles. We have to go to the North Sea (Lake Baikal) to have sufficient water. And since the Huns have returned south, we already know the location of all the water sources. When their tribes move their livestock to other pastures and before the snow falls, we can send out several armies like this to rush into the middle of the Yin Mountains and hold them together. This will put them in a difficult position. The east and west cannot take care of each other, and we will force them to attack the city. Or we can migrate from the southern foot of the Yin Mountains, and build a city at the southern foot of the Yin Mountains at a critical moment to hold it, making it even more difficult for them to join forces from the east and the west." My sister was very excited. It was obvious that she knew all about this plan.
Originally, I was still considering how to make my father less stressed and Zishi protected. Now it seems that Brother Wenjie and Zhang Kai have already thought about it for me.
"But I am still worried. The Xianbei people are brave and skilled in archery. This is not the end of the world." Going deep into the enemy's rear, the problems you face may emerge one after another. If the enemy surrounds you but does not attack, the situation will become more and more serious. It is especially worrying to think that you may be facing a large group of archers like Lie Ya.
"Come on, come on. There is another place I can show you."
We walked past the workshop and arrived at a shooting range, but there were no targets. There were only some people fiddling with crossbows. It was getting dark, and my sister urged us to hurry to the corridor over there. The pillars were very thin, with marks on them, and I didn't know what they were. Looking closer, the corridor seemed to be a pergola, with a wooden frame inside the shed, the same length as the shed, and a straw target in front. There were many crossbows placed on the ground behind the frame, and I knew they were very powerful when I saw the crossbows.
"This is Master Zhong's idea." Sister Qi excitedly pointed at the shed above and ordered the people next to her to start working. It was instantly folded up, revealing clouds dyed red by the setting sun. The shelf could also be easily dismantled, leaving only a row of straw targets and a few wooden strips on the ground.
Sister Qi ordered people to unfold the shed, set up a wooden frame, and then took out a crossbow. Just as she was about to step on the crossbow to draw the string, she thought for a moment, handed it to me, and motioned for me to pull the string.
This crossbow is really powerful. I'm afraid it's not much more powerful than my longbow.
Several strong craftsmen nearby were all surprised. Who is this sir? How could he string this crossbow with one hand
Sister Qi was very proud. She seemed to get along well with the craftsmen. After a flattering introduction, the craftsmen knew that I was the Marquis of Ping An Feng Yun. So, obviously, they were not surprised.
Sister Qi pointed at the engraved line on the column with pride. She placed a groove on the crossbow on the wooden frame, and placed a red arrow on the crossbow, as if aiming at the height of the engraved line with a mountain scope. With a slight pull, the arrow flew through the mountain wind with a whistling sound and pierced the white sand hundreds of steps away.
Looking at the color of the crossbow arrow, I can imagine how Brother Wenjie came up with this trick. I still clearly remember the battle outside Hanzhong.
I suddenly came to my senses and thought about the chariots: "That's right, Brother Wenjie and Zhang Sikong want the Xianbei people to not see us at all, so we can only use our strong bows and crossbows to shoot outwards from the chain chariots."
"Zi Rui is Zi Rui. My father told me that the chariot array is surrounded, like a fortress. There are scaffoldings inside, also in a ring shape. There are observation holes and arrow holes on the back wall of each chariot. The command will be given to the direction where the Xianbei are coming from. Then, according to the distance, the crossbowmen will be instructed to aim at the appropriate height of the engraved lines under the shed and shoot in that direction. They will be assigned to take turns to pull the strings, aim and shoot (Note: Judging from the arrangement and posture of the front row of crossbowmen in Pit 1 of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, the three-line shooting cycle seems to have existed long before the era of hot weapons). If the enemy is closer, we will shoot from the chariot; if the thief is close to the body of the car, we can also stab outward with an iron spear. From beginning to end, the enemy can't see us, so why should we be afraid of his skilled archery. Even if he shoots blindly, most of it will be blocked by the straw target in front and the upper shed." Although Sister Qi was a little excited, which directly led to some jumps and vagueness in some places, I still understood it and kept nodding my head in praise. Yinling even fell into deep thought.
On the way back, I was still worried that such a convoy would be ambushed on the road. So my sister proudly found a space to play. She pulled one of us in each hand to the chariot workshop and ordered a craftsman to quickly fold up one of the chariots.
The design is indeed ingenious. The speed of unfolding is fast enough, and the speed of closing is even faster. Then, she pulled us into the car and lowered the curtain. The curtain was made of thin chains woven on cloth, which must be used to protect against arrows. It was dark inside the car. Sister Qi felt for a few holes on the wall and pulled our hands to feel them. Then she said proudly: "All the baggage is thrown on the car. When the Xianbei people attack, we will shrink the convoy and slightly increase the distance between the cars. The power of our strong crossbows is far superior to ordinary Xianbei bows and arrows, and the Xianbei arrows cannot penetrate the car body. If they rush into my chariot formation, they will shoot at my Han army in the chariots on all sides. I can hurt the enemy, but the enemy cannot hurt me. If the enemy is lucky enough not to die and wants to get on the car, he can pull this rope, and barbs will extend from the front of the car to hook and pierce the Hu people who are getting on the car.
What if the enemy injures my horse
Before the battle, they would put the easily dismantled shed on the horses and blindfold them to prevent them from being frightened. Moreover, the Hu people love horses as their lives, and they will only hurt the horses when they are really at their wits' end. Moreover, by then, the number of ownerless horses they leave behind will be greater than our losses. And our horses on both sides carry a simple saddle, which can be pulled out at any time to be used as war horses for pursuit. Our crossbows can shoot farther than their bows, and Zhao State is already training crossbow archers. When we succeed, Zirui will probably hear good news. Unfortunately, I should not be able to participate in this battle.
"Are there any problems now?" Since I can't think of the problem myself, I have to ask them what problems they are facing.
"It's too heavy to carry four people on a cart, and there are all kinds of baggage. It's too crowded, and the horses can't pull fast. Maybe the two service horses in the middle will be replaced by strong oxen. According to their experience, the speed difference is not much, but strong horses are easier to serve, and the outer horses need to be kept because they will be used as war horses."
After hearing this, I thought about it and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I've introduced all the things my father asked me to show you. I forgot about that when you mentioned it when I first met you." Sister Qi was very happy. Yinling was also very happy, so I was naturally very happy.
But I always feel that the things that make us happy are not exactly the same.
After dinner, Sister Qi told me that she and Yinling were together and that they should sleep together at night, and asked me to find another place. Although I didn't actually kick her, the essence of that kick was still there.
Depression is useless. The night is long and I have to find a place to stay downstairs alone. It is better to sort out my thoughts and think about whether these chariots can be used by me in the future.
The two women upstairs were chatting animatedly, and I could hear some gossip from time to time. Most of it was about me, and it was basically not good, usually two people mocking me for something.
I understand, so I don't feel suffocated. Sometimes, it can even bring back some sweet memories.
But after a while, I felt sleepy and started to feel uneasy. It would be inappropriate for Yinling not to sleep.
So, she took the flute and went upstairs, knocking on the window frame with the flute. When the chirping sound inside stopped, Yinling asked: Zirui
"My two princesses, it's late. Go take a rest and talk again tomorrow morning." I tried not to call them separately to avoid my sister from hearing what I meant.
"Oh, I know, I know. The prince should go back and have a rest too." It was Sister Qi who replied.
Back downstairs, the lights were still on, but the sounds were gone. I thought maybe the two women were afraid of the dark. At least Yinling was a little afraid of the dark, which was confirmed by the fact that I was also afraid of the dark. Sometimes Yinling would scare me with shadows under the wall.
Especially since I was alone, I went to bed without turning off the lights.
The next morning, I woke up early and found no one beside me. I got up and stretched my muscles until my body was flexible, then I pushed the door open and went out. A maid was waiting for me and asked me when I would ask my wife and the others to get up. I went to rest with my wife and sister Qi.
After breakfast, I strolled around. I went downstream yesterday, and today I went upstream. It was an early summer morning in the mountains. Although there was no wind, I had to walk faster to avoid feeling cold. The village gradually became brighter. The fragrance of unknown flowers and plants in the mountains, mixed with the mist spreading over the stream, surrounded this peaceful village.
Most of the people living here seem to be scholars, or perhaps former officials. Although most of them know my identity, they only greet me with a simple greeting and don't talk much, which makes me feel very comfortable. In the future, if I am in Luoyang, I will take a day off every five days and come here the night before to rest and relax.
After walking for a long time, my body started to heat up. I stood by the stream and rested. The trees on both sides were dense. Although the mountains were clear, there was still a quiet shade of green. The water was quiet and clear, and it flowed slowly. Occasionally, fish would swim between the rocks.
Time seemed to be as slow as the flow of water, making me intoxicated by the water without even realizing it. After a long time, I heard the sound of wooden clogs, and looked back to see a girl carrying a dustpan down. The wind suddenly rose, and she and I seemed to be enjoying the breeze in the morning valley, standing facing the wind for a while. When the wind died down, the girl turned around and bowed to me slightly. Seeing that I had returned the greeting, she walked to the waterside and squatted down to wash some muddy vegetable leaves and roots. I didn't recognize what they were, I could only guess that they were some wild vegetables and new bamboo shoots. I climbed up the steps again, and I smelled the fragrance of medicine.
I didn't notice it when I came here, but now it's very clear. I saw a path in the bushes beside the road. I followed the scent and came to a sorghum field. I walked along the ridges and finally stopped in front of a wooden house. The smell of medicine came from there.
My father mentioned that the Imperial Physician had lived here for a short time. I don't know if it was this house. But it was obvious that someone was still living here. The kitchen door was wide open. Although there was no fire in the furnace, there was still heat coming out of the stove. There were many poles stretched across the open space in front of the door, on which various flowers, plants, leaves and stems that exuded medicinal smells were hung to dry. There was a well at the door, and a bucket was leaning against the well, as if it was still dry.
Although the door was closed, no sound could be heard from inside, as if the owner was not in. There was a medicine mill next to the door, and on the wooden frame under the shed next to it were layers of winnowing baskets, with many crushed herbs spread out on them.
After standing there for a moment, I heard a girl behind me say in surprise, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
Turning around, it was still the girl in wooden clogs. Everything on the winnowing basket had been washed clean. I guess they must be medicinal herbs.
"I was just walking casually and came here when I smelled the medicine." I bowed slightly to indicate that I was disturbing you.
The girl bent her knees slightly and bowed her head in response. She didn't say much and just said, "Mr. Whatever you say," and went to spread the fruits on the wooden rack to dry.
"May I ask this girl, if you are washing herbs, why don't you use well water?" I happened to be standing next to the well, and I saw that there was no water stain on the edge of the bucket. Thinking about her standing in the stream at that time, I was a little puzzled.
"My father told me to use the fresh water from upstream in the early morning." The girl didn't look back, but her tone was quite serious.
"Is your father here?"
"Father should be in Luoyang now."
“Could it be… your father… is the imperial physician, Mr. Zhang…” Before I could do anything, the girl turned around in surprise.
"Sir..." She obviously felt that I seemed to be someone important.
"Could it be that the eldest brother is here?" This voice is familiar to me.
"Oh, brother. How come you are here?" He turned around and saw his brother, who was sweating all over his face but had a smile on his face, carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
"Master asked me to come to this mountain to pick some herbs..." He pointed to the mountains behind the house.
"Brother Feng, you're back? Uh, who is this gentleman?" The girl came to greet my brother in her wooden clogs with a cheerful look on her face. Suddenly she felt something was wrong and turned to look at me.
"Well, I waited for three days, and it bloomed yesterday evening, so I picked some and came back. I traveled half the night. Later, I found the way down the mountain a bit slippery, so I rested for a night, and I came back at dawn. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Back then, I was in a hurry on the road at night in my hometown, and I accidentally fell off the cliff. It was Brother Xie who saved me."
"Well, I was worried about you traveling at night. I'm glad you're okay... Oh, thank you so much, brother." The two looked at each other for a long time before they finally remembered that I was there.
"My brother, you didn't tell me about this Zhang sister in Shanglin Garden." I decided to make a joke. (Note: In terms of age, if Zhang Zhongjing had a daughter, she could be Dong Feng's grandmother. I also mentioned it before, and let Dong Feng appear in this book many years earlier. This is completely fictional, please don't take it seriously)
The girl was not shy at all and was very confident and confident. She pursed her lips and looked at Dong Feng with a blushing face, as if she found him very interesting.
"Oh, Brother Afeng, you must be hungry after traveling so long. I made some dumplings last night and I'm waiting for you to come back and cook them for you. Brother Xie, do you want to try some?"
"Joule?" Could it be some kind of animal's ear, roasted over fire and then boiled in a pot? If they wanted to eat their fill, I wonder how many animals would have been killed.
"Oh, Brother Xie, you don't know. My father used to be an official in Changsha. One year, the weather was very cold and it snowed. Snow was rare in the south of the Yangtze River. Many people's ears were frozen, and many people caught colds. My father chopped up mutton and mixed it with ginger and garlic, and added some cold-relief and sweating medicine. He wrapped it in dough and made it into the shape of ears, which he called Jiao'er. He cooked it with hot ginger soup and distributed it to the patients in the city. Everyone recovered in a few days. Women are afraid of cold, so my father often cooked it for me in winter. Brother Afeng, I'll cook it now, and Brother Xie, you can try it too." After he finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the house without waiting for our answer.
"I was also an official in Changsha, why have I never heard of this?" I said to myself, but in fact, I was just a puppet governor back then, and Yinling was the one who did most of the work. I spent most of my time in a locked yard tossing rats or being tormented by rats. They probably wouldn't be in the mood to tell me about the local customs and I didn't have much in common with them, and I left after tossing them.
"Brother Xie was an official in Changsha?" The girl paused, thinking: "Father seemed to have mentioned one of the four regents in the court, who was the governor of Changsha a few years ago. His last name was also Xie, and I heard that he spoke well of father in front of the emperor. I wonder if you know Brother Xie?"
My boss continued to joke: "I know him, your brother Afeng is on good terms with him."
"Oh, Brother Afeng, your high-ranking official's elder brother is..." She finally noticed something was wrong from the smile on Dong Feng's face, so she turned to me and said, "Brother Xie... is he the Marquis of Ping An Fengyun?"
"It used to be." I nodded.
She looked at me left and right, and finally laughed out loud: "It's not what I thought at all. It's exactly like Afeng's eldest brother."
After saying this, he returned to the house happily.
I moved closer to Dong Feng, who had been silent the whole time, and whispered: Have you given the Hepu Pearl that I gave to you to Zhang Mei
Dong Feng's face had been red the whole time, and now he nodded with a silly smile.
After a while: the biggest and farthest one.
How come I didn't see her wearing it
She hung it around her neck.
Dong Fengwan felt even more embarrassed, and his neck turned red.
Remember, you tricked and deceived your elder brother in Shanglinyuan. No wonder Ge Liang and I started talking about those improper things, it turns out that Zhang Mei is involved.
It was not until Zhang Mei went out with a wooden tray that I let him go as if nothing had happened.
The semicircular bulgy dough bumps on the wooden plate are called jiao'er when pressed.
I didn't continue to deal with my brother until the girl entered the kitchen: "How could Lord Zhang leave his daughter here alone?"
"Master sister has never been disciplined. She is used to being in the wild and can't stand the rules of those official sisters." The brother began to giggle. I couldn't help but nod my head. Although this girl is still polite, she doesn't look like someone who can be restrained in terms of etiquette.
"Brother Afeng, you seem to be saying bad things about me." The girl's voice sounded a little unruly. It seemed that this girl had been paying attention to what we said.
"I will ask your master for your marriage when I return to Luoyang. The eldest brother is the father, so I will listen to you on this matter."
There was indeed no sound inside. The wicked will eventually be punished by the wicked.
Dong Feng blushed as he stole a glance towards the stove, unable to hide his joy.
It was obvious that they were in love with each other, and my brother was simple and honest, so naturally I had to work harder.
"Brother, take a rest first. I'll dry the herbs." I saw him leave my sight without knowing when. Turning around, I saw him picking some herbs from the shelf and putting them under the shed, muttering, "I've said it so many times. Once this is dry, it needs to be dried in the sun. It can't be exposed to the sun."
"You have a loud voice." I was a little dissatisfied that he only dared to grumble behind my back.
The guy lowered his head, pretending not to hear, then bowed to me and quickly slipped away: Brother, I'll go rinse the herbs.
At this time, the girl had already scooped out two bowls of so-called Jiao'er with soup, dragged them on a wooden plate, and came out of the kitchen to greet us.
"Brother Afeng, don't be busy yet. Brother Ping, come inside and eat first."
"Brother Ping?" I looked at him puzzledly. The girl also found it interesting, bit her tongue and smiled, then hurried into the house.
But I have to say that Jiao Er is really delicious. I had eaten breakfast, but for some reason I still ate a lot. When Zhang Mei started to worry that her Feng Ge was not enough, I finally felt embarrassed and stopped, praising the delicious taste and asking how to make it.
Zhang Mei finally felt relieved. She also showed up to relieve herself. If she couldn't chop the meat, she would grind the mutton with a medicine mill. She could also add garlic and ginger to grind it together. Then she would step on it like this, grinding it back and forth until there was no tendon between the meat.
"Qian, go put on your shoes and socks first, don't catch a cold." During this period of time, Dong Feng whispered this.
The girl named Qian was really obedient. She said, "Thank you, brother. Wait a minute. I'll be right out and talk."
Not long after, he came out and taught me how to make the dough, wrap the stuffing, and pinch the edges.
During the whole process, Qian kept talking, occasionally making mistakes and having to go back and sort things out again. My silly brother just watched her quietly, grinning from time to time, which he obviously knew how to do, but he never said a word from beginning to end.
I felt that my brother was too honest. He would still be bullied even if he was a few years older than the girl. But I soon felt relieved. I had been bullied for so many years, but I was still happy and proud.
Maybe it was because it wasn't bullying in the first place, at most it was just the playful love that girls had for their partners. And my Yinling was just a little naughty,
Of course, "slightly" is debatable and "one" still needs to be considered.