Surabaya County, Huaiyin County......

Although Huaiyin is not the seat of Surabaya County, it is an important town for salt transportation because it is located on the main water transportation route.

Therefore, Huaiyin commerce and trade have endured for a long time since ancient times, with pavilions and pavilions on both sides of the straight road, red bricks and green tiles, and prosperity everywhere.

However, there are also a few dilapidated old houses in the suburbs of Huaiyin, one of which has a somewhat collapsed roof, and once it is windy and rainy, it will directly become a land of water.

In the old house, it was very simple, except for a tattered, mud-made stove, only a wooden collapse and a black wooden case.

A middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties was sitting in front of a somewhat decaying wooden window, sewing and mending.

Next to the black wooden table, a little boy of about 12 or 3 years old was holding a bamboo slip that had cracked everywhere, looking at it intently.

In addition to a wooden board covered with crooked characters, there is also an inkstone made of wood, in which black ink is placed, which has long been glued together.

After a while, the young man seemed to finish reading, and then walked up to the middle-aged woman with a bamboo slip and said, "Mother, the child has carried it." ”

The middle-aged woman's face was very pale, she gently put down the needle and thread in her hand, and said with a smile: "Then carry it to my mother." ”

The boy handed his mother the tattered bamboo slip of the art of war, and then began to read it aloud.

The rolling melon on the back of the teenager is ripe and very smooth.

The smile on the middle-aged woman's face became even brighter when she heard this, and she looked at her son with great satisfaction.

It's just that soon, the teenager's recitation gradually slowed down.

The middle-aged woman's face also became more and more ugly, and soon she let out a violent coughing sound.

"Mother, the child knows that he is wrong, you must not be angry."

The boy looked panicked, like a frightened rabbit.

Obviously, this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation.

The middle-aged woman's eyes were full of endless sadness, and she took away the hand covering her mouth, and her palms were full of blood.

"Hold your hand out."

The middle-aged woman clenched her palms, not wanting her son to see blood.

The young man's face changed, showing a look of fear, but he still chose to listen to his mother's words, and stretched out his little hand tremblingly.

Syllable! Syllable!

The middle-aged woman picked up a long wooden board in front of the window and hit her son's palm a few times.

"Ahh Yes! ”

"Woo! Woo! ”

The boy first suffered from pain, let out a scream, and then began to cry bitterly.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman hated iron and steel on the one hand, and felt sorry for her son on the other.

She knew that her life was short, and she couldn't take care of her son forever, so she could only be ruthless and force him to recognize the cruelty of life.

If he doesn't learn to read and write, and is not familiar with the art of war, when he grows up, how can he inherit his father's legacy and restore the Han family?

This volume of the art of war is the ancestral inheritance of the Han family, and she is about to reach her limit, she only hopes that before she dies, let her son firmly imprint the Han art of war in his mind, so that even after death, he can be worthy of his husband and the ancestors of the Han family.

Listening to her son's crying, she couldn't help but burst into tears and cried.

"Xin'er, your mother can't take care of you for a lifetime, you must practice the Han Clan's art of war hard, and when you grow up, you can have the opportunity to restore the glory of your ancestors."

"Mother is reluctant to beat you, but there is really no way, hitting you hurts in my mother's heart."

"Ahem...... Cough...... Cough! ”

After saying that, the Zhongnan woman coughed violently again.

Young Han Xin just wanted to speak.

But suddenly she felt hot on her face, and her mother vomited blood from her mouth, and then fell to the ground with her head up.

Han Xin was stupefied by this scene, and he didn't care about wiping the blood stains on his face, so he hurriedly ran over, kept shaking his mother's body, and cried: "Mother, what's wrong with you?" ”

It's a pity that the middle-aged woman seems to be in a hurry, and she has been seriously ill for many years, she has already been terminally ill, and she has been persevering for many years, and now she is completely gone.

Thirteen-year-old Han Xin is not a hairy child who knows nothing, because his family is poor, so he began to help his mother with housework very early, go out to do odd jobs, earn some money, and help his mother subsidize the family.

When my mother was not so sick before, I worked hard almost day and night, and all the money I earned was signed up for myself and went to a private school to study.

Although I worked hard, it was difficult to recover my bad luck after all.

After his mother became seriously ill, he could no longer afford to go to school, so he had to work as a cleaner in a private school.

Maybe it was because the husband saw that he was working hard, not only did he not care about stealing his studies, but he took time out to give him some advice.

Many times, Han Xin will unconsciously think that if his mother was not to provide for his own schooling, he refused to seek medical treatment and take medicine, but used the money to recuperate his body, he would not have come to this point, right?

Han Xin didn't understand, is reading really so important?

Looking at the body of his mother, who lost consciousness and gradually lost his warmth, Han Xin burst into tears and couldn't stop flowing, but no one gave him an answer.

Looking at the dilapidated house with four walls, and then at the mother's body, it was sad, and he couldn't even get the money to put his mother in the ground.

Why can those rich and powerful people be able to eat and drink in luxury?

Why do the poor eat this meal without the next, today they worry about tomorrow, and tomorrow they worry about tomorrow?

Han Xin was full of anger, but the world was vast, and he knew that he was powerless to change anything.

I cried for a long time, until my throat was hoarse and my tears dried up.

Han Xincai stood up tremblingly, and at this time, his mother's body was already cold and had lost all its temperature.

He knew that his mother would never come back, and that he would have to rely on himself in the future, struggling to survive in this cruel and cold world.

Walking to the wooden table, Han Xinxin stirred the dried black ink with his fingers, and then used the black ink left on his fingers on the wide wooden board to write.

Selling the house and burying his mother, four big characters, were quickly written by him.

Then he glanced at his mother, who was lying on the ground, and with great difficulty, placed her body on the dilapidated wooden slump.

After helping his mother tidy up his body a little, he hugged the plank and ran out very sadly.

Coming to the center of the bustling county and looking at the people coming and going, Han Xin felt extremely lonely in his heart.

It's as if I'm isolated from the world and never belonged here.

I watched those rich people with children, wearing brocade clothes and eating jade food.

He also came to the world as a human being, why is his fate so tragic?

He found a place where there was a large flow of people, and then knelt down directly, placing the plank in front of him.

There is an endless stream of people, but no one cares.

I don't know how long it took, but the crowd changed batch after batch.

Although some people came to ask, as soon as they heard that their house was in the eastern suburbs, and it was a dilapidated and dilapidated house that could collapse at any time, they all shook their heads and left with a sigh.

Han Xin felt that his legs were numb from his knees, and he had lost consciousness.

But he still gritted his teeth and insisted, only hoping that he could let his mother be buried in peace, and hoped that she would no longer suffer this kind of sin in the next life and be able to live a better life.

Just when Han Xin was thinking wildly and had a lot of thoughts, a luxurious car stopped driving.

A group of soldiers in black armor, riding tall horses, separated the crowd that was watching the excitement.

In the luxurious car, Zhao Zhong slowly walked in, and bowed to Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the car and reading the chapters: "Your Majesty, that young man has found it." ”

"Hmm!"

Ying Zheng put down the chapter, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

He is not Liu Bang, so he doesn't need to be afraid of his talents.

Han Xin's great name shook the past and the present, and Qingshi did not hesitate to praise his military talents.

Xiang Yu was able to fight well and did not taste defeat, but in the end he fell in the hands of this talented young man.

I get Han Xin, no less than the future Han Wu Huo will get sick!

If it is really as the history books say, if Liu Bang had not killed Han Xin back then, would there still be the siege of Baideng?

If Han Xin had led the army instead of Liu Bang, would the Han Dynasty have ushered in an era of humiliation for a century?

Good steel should be used on the blade, this Han Xin will cultivate it well, and he will succeed Wang Jian in the future, and Meng Tian will not be a problem.

The Great Qin Iron Cavalry, whether he can gallop the grassland in the future depends on whether this Han Xin is really as recorded in the history books, with outstanding talent and undefeated soldiers.

I'm looking forward to that day......

[Chapter 2, ask for recommendations, ask for rewards, ask for all support!] There are three more chapters, working on it, code words! The next chapter is expected to be updated at six o'clock! 〕