The wind gently blew through the field, and the golden wheat waves rose and fell with the wind, and the farmer with a bamboo hat on his head straightened up from the rice field, looked at the winged man who came with the wind, and after letting out an exclamation, he bent down again.

Although more and more people came from afar after their king got married, it had nothing to do with them, and it basically had no effect on their lives.

You can live your life how you want, and if you want to be fed and clothed, and not be hungry and cold, you still have to rely on your own hands. But there are still some changes.

In the distance, a winged man in a navy blue uniform flew into the sky, and after he flew over the rice field, he did not leave as quickly as the previous wingman, but circled, as if to identify the terrain.

Soon, he confirmed that this was his destination, and the wingman landed quickly: "Who is John Deere's family? ”

"Huh?" From the words of the winged man, an old farmer was keenly aware of the familiar words, straightened up from the wheat field, and looked at the winged man who was hovering low above the wheat field.

"I'm his father. ”

"Can someone prove to you that you are John Deere's father?" the Wingman quickly flew in front of the old farmer, and then asked with a serious expression.

"Hey, I'm going to prove that my son is my son?" Hearing the wingman's words, the old farmer was immediately happy.

"Yes, you must prove to me that John Dill is your son, or I cannot give you the letter he gave me. Wingman, who looked quite young on the outside, said with a serious expression.

"How do you want me to prove this?" the old farmer's face suddenly showed embarrassment, it was the first time he had encountered such a request.

"You can show documents related to John Deere's identity, such as a birth certificate. ”

"Birth certificate? Birth certificate also needs to have a certificate, what is this thing?" said the old man was a little confused.

"This is a new policy implemented after the emperor ordered a national census, after every newborn is born, the local government must issue the relevant birth certificate, and if it has not been issued before, it must also be completed. ”

"But I'm in the countryside here, and there are only one or two village officials, where did anyone give me this birth certificate?" The old farmer was completely troubled, and he stared at the package that was held by the winged man on his chest, and his eyes showed longing.

"If it really doesn't work, you can ask someone else to prove it to you. The Wingman Courier gritted his teeth, then replied.

"It's simple, just ask, who doesn't know that John Deere is my son. There was a hint of smugness on the old man's face, and his son had always been a proud of him, because the land he was cultivating now was earned for him by his son from the battlefield.

"I need to take a little longer, to be sure, I need to wait a while, don't you mind?"

"Okay, you go and confirm, just ask. The old farmer smiled and said that he didn't mind, and asked him to ask casually.

Soon went to other farmlands and asked more than a dozen farmers to fly back to their original places, and then solemnly untied the package that he hung on his chest and handed it to the old farmer who had already been impatient and had no intention of farming.

"Let me see what's in it. The old farmer eagerly unwrapped the package, and then saw a letter, and a heavy wooden box.

The old peasant opened the wooden box and glanced at it, then closed it again, and it was full of large denominations of gold money, which his son undoubtedly had bought for his military exploits.

However, the old peasant, who had long been not worried about food and clothing, did not care about the banknotes at all, and all his attention was on the envelope in his hand.

"That, winged offspring, can I read what is written on it?" After the old farmer opened the envelope, his face suddenly showed embarrassment, because he didn't know any of the words on it.

"Yes, that's my job. The Winged Messenger, who was waiting on the side and did not leave, nodded, this is the reason why he has not left now, and helping people read letters is also a job requirement.

"Good. The old farmer handed the letter in his hand to the Wingman Messenger.

"Father: You don't need to worry at home, I'm doing well in the army......" The Winged Courier read out the contents of the envelope word for word.

There is nothing special about it, just a young man who left home to join the army and described all his experiences in the army. However, like most family letters, the contents of the envelope are good news and not bad news, and all that is said is good.

Therefore, when the old peasant heard the contents of the family letter, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he seemed to be in an unusually happy mood.

“...... In this conflict, I won the enemy's two heads......" still reporting good news but not bad news, the young man described to his father the process of obtaining military merits, but this process made the old farmer's forehead break out in a cold sweat.

“...... Father, you must take care of your health, remember to eat and drink well, sleep well, and drink plenty of hot water. ”

The Winged Messenger slowly finished the last sentence of the letter to his family, and then looked up at the stunned old peasant, who was still worried about his son's military exploits.

"I've finished reading the letter to my family, and if you don't need anything, I'll ......" The Winged Courier was ready to leave after completing all his tasks.

After my son went out to serve in the army, I received a total of 17 letters from him, and every time he said that he was fighting, why couldn't this battle be finished?"

"......" The Winged Messenger didn't say anything when he heard this, but his eyes showed envy, and then he thought about it before he spoke slowly, "Your son is a capable man. ”

"He has a fart ability, he used to only know how to fight and hate when he was at home, and today he is either fighting with that or fighting with this. Hearing the words of the winged messenger, the old farmer laughed and cursed, but there was an unconcealable smile on his face.

"As long as a general above the rank of scholar can let a winged person like me send a letter, this is the first time you have seen a messenger like me, it means that your son's status in the army is getting better and better, the higher the title, the safer he is in the army. ”

"But this security is not absolute, although I am a poor country here, and I am also an ignorant farmer, but I also know that on the battlefield, even generals can be killed. ”

"The battlefield is never a safe place. The messenger sighed, but there was little fear in his eyes, but rather a little eagerness.

"Hou Shengzi, you know that the battlefield is not safe, do you still want to go?"

"Yes," the Winged Courier replied categorically.

"Why?" the old peasant's eyes showed a look of puzzlement, "Now that the country is getting stronger and stronger, no matter what you do, as long as you are willing to move, you will not starve to death, why do you sharpen your head and go to the battlefield?"

"Because it was the only place where I could change my birth, my father only gave me a pair of wings, and I wanted to give more to my offspring. ”

"Well, that's no wonder. The old farmer scratched his head, "If you are not afraid of death, the battlefield is a good place to win wealth." ”

"Well, but I'm not eligible for conscription right now. The Messenger's eyes were silent.

"You still don't meet the requirements for conscription with such a pair of big wings behind you?" the old farmer looked at the pair of snow-white wings behind the young man who sent him a letter, and suddenly showed a sigh of surprise.

"If you want to be a soldier now, you must at least complete the initial awakening, otherwise the army doesn't want to. ”

"Haven't you woken up yet?"

"Nope. ”

"Then where did you get these wings behind your back?

"It's something I'm born with, I'm a winged man. The Courier smiled awkwardly, this was not the first time he had a conversation like this, and he had found that the inhabitants of the former Guy Nation would have such doubts.

"Oh, that's right!" the old peasant's face showed a look of sudden realization, but then he let out a new exclamation, "Now the threshold for military recruitment is getting higher and higher, I remember that it was not like this twenty years ago, at that time, as long as the limbs were able-bodied, and the eyes were not blind or deaf, they could basically join the army." ”

"But now it's impossible, the emperor said that the army should be elite, and those who are too weak will be sent home. ”

"Then why wasn't my son sent back?" the old man's eyes showed a look of depression.

"This shows that your son's strength is very strong, but if your son's current status and status are sent back, then there are few people in our country who can be soldiers. ”

"This country is getting stronger and stronger. Twenty years ago, I remember a war, and the officials went door-to-door to collect food from us and then gave us IOUs.

Now, if it weren't for the letter my son gave me, I wouldn't have known that there was a war going on at the front. ”

"Since the emperor and the queen got married, our country is said to have become the world's most powerful country. "Hear the words of the old farmer. The Messenger's eyes could not help but show pride and pride.

"Since we are already the number one power, then why do we still have to fight? If our country is the strongest, then no one should dare to provoke us, right?"

"This ......" the Winged Man Messenger muttered, not knowing how to explain it.

"I have a land, I have a house, and I can't spend all the money I have saved in my life. I have everything at home, but when will this battle be over, and when will my son return?" asked the old farmer.

“...... This kind of thing is only known to the emperor and the emperor. The Winged Courier sneered.

"Maybe our country isn't strong enough?" the old peasant asked the Winged Messenger, as if to say to himself.

"I'm going to deliver the letter first, you pay attention to rest. Feeling that he couldn't resist it, the winged messenger instigated the wings behind him, and hurriedly fled from here.