(The first time I sent a book, it passed the review very quickly, so today I sent a chapter an hour, and I want you to send ten chapters directly, I hope you will comment more, and there are recommended votes to support the new book, thank you.) ）

Yunzhou is located in the west of Zhao State, and the famous source river of Zhao Mother River originates from the Snow Dance Mountain in Yunzhou. Yunzhou embraces this important river in its arms, but its geographical location is not good, there is no plain, only the big snow-capped mountains that cover an area of dozens of kilometers, and the climate here is not suitable for grazing, so the land is vast and sparsely populated, and most of the people here rely on picking a strange herb on the snow-capped mountains for a living. Later, the rebellion in various places rose violently, and the government often sent people to loot the medicinal herbs that the medicine farmers had to pick up after nine deaths, and the medicine farmers had to flee one after another to find another way out in order to make a living.

Anding City is located in the southeast of Yunzhou, and the source river surrounds the city, adding a natural barrier to the city. At the peak of the Zhao Kingdom, there were more than 100,000 households in Anding City, but now there are less than 50,000 households left, and most of the rest have their own land.

At first, some people went to see it, and some even read it to those who could not read, but when they knew that it was not the court that wanted to give them some fields and some food, they left disappointed, and they still felt that food was more important than anything else.

On this day, there was a slight snow in the sky, and there was no one at the city gate early on, and the guards guarding the city gate may not have slept well at night, napping with Changge. Suddenly, a man about six feet tall and dressed in a linen robe entered the city and walked to the notice, only to see that he was thin and straight, with stiff features, a long goatee, and his hands in his sleeves.

I saw that he shook his head lightly after reading the notice, the superficial disease is easy to treat, but the disease in his bones is difficult to treat, he couldn't help sighing.

This person's name is Uncle Yang, Fang is twenty and eight, is Yunzhou Anding people, when he was young, he was talented and intelligent, he was accepted as a student by Wang Yizi, and went up the mountain to learn the ability to govern the country, when he left, there was only one mother at home, and now nearly 20 years have passed, and his mother often wrote to him earlier, but there is no news recently, he is not at ease, so he said goodbye to the teacher and his younger brother Su Ang down the mountain and came to visit his mother.

On the way, Uncle Yang sighed again and again, Zhao Guo has been corrupted to this point, and there are countless strongmen cutting paths, when he originally went down the mountain, the teacher gave a little money to do the coiling, but soon after going down the mountain, he was robbed by a group of strongmen, he had to gnaw on the dry food he carried, drink the mountain spring, and walk carefully along the way, and finally arrived at his hometown after sleeping in the open for more than a month, in order to see his mother, he threw away the clothes that had already been tattered, and changed into a clean and tidy clothes that even the strongmen could not look at but were clean and tidy into the city, looking at the long-lost hometown, I can't help but sigh a lot.

Suddenly, he saw the notice posted on the city wall and couldn't help but go up to watch, but after seeing the content, he was also disappointed, of course, he was not disappointed because the court did not give him land or food, but because the emperor did not pay attention to the cultivation of talents, the former ministers were mostly from the Taixue Palace, and later the Taixue Palace was swayed by the nobles, and it has long been gone.

Perhaps because of the Snow Dance Mountain, the further west you go, the colder it gets. Uncle Yang pulled out his hand and tightened his collar, and put his two hands back into his clothes. The streets were empty, there were no pedestrians, the shops on both sides were closed, and the steps in front of the rice shops and cloth shops were covered with dust, and no one had come to buy them for a long time, or perhaps the shops had long been empty.

Uncle Yang continued to walk, and the closer he got to the courtyard in his memory, the more frightened he became. After turning a few street corners, you can already faintly see the green tiles on the roof of the main house. Uncle Yang sighed in his heart, after 20 years, there has been no change. He quickened his pace, and finally a wooden door that had faded in the wind and rain appeared in front of him, and his mother had said, "This is how it was when you left, and it will be like this when you come back." "The wooden door hasn't changed, but the red paint on it has long since fallen off, maybe my mother is old and doesn't want to fiddle with this.

Uncle Yang took three steps and made two steps to step in front of the door, just about to raise his hand and knock on the door, suddenly seemed to remember something, quickly lowered his head and carefully checked his clothes, when he was a child, his mother often taught himself, "Clothes can be worn, but not untidy, shabby can only show that he is not satisfactory for a while, and untidy may indicate that this person is unsatisfactory all his life" Uncle Yang has never forgotten his mother's words, although the clothes on his body are worn, but they are still neat.

Uncle Yang pulled the knocker, and no one came to open the door, so he stood quietly at the door and waited, "Mother may be asleep." He thought.

The leaves on the old locust tree in front of the door fell one after another, Uncle Yang couldn't help but think of what he looked like when he was a child, his father left early, he was born not long ago, and his mother used a basket to carry him out to sweep the leaves of the locust tree every autumn, and the fire should be used, although the smoke is very large, often people can't get in the house, but it is not so difficult in winter. The bark of the old locust tree is like the wrinkles on the face of a weathered old man, and one by one it is like a scratch on Uncle Yang's heart, "Mother is probably so old."

About a quarter of an hour later, the door opened, and with a tooth-aching creak, an old woman came out slowly on crutches.

"Aunt Qin!" Uncle Yang exclaimed in surprise, it turned out that the old woman was the servant of their family, Uncle Yang loved to play with her when he was a child, because his mother had always been strict, and the old woman in front of him was very good to him, making him all kinds of novel things to make him happy, the old woman had no name, and his mother asked him to call Aunt Qin, so he called it.

The old woman looked carefully at the young man in front of her, but she didn't recognize it for a while, and Uncle Yang didn't speak, just stared at Aunt Qin and smiled.

"Young Master!" Aunt Qin finally recognized it, she stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed Uncle Yang's hand, and leaned over to look at it carefully.

The two walked into the courtyard hand in hand.

"What about my mother?" Uncle Yang couldn't wait to ask.

The old woman lowered her head, with a little sadness in her eyes, and choked up and said, "Young master, madam...... Let's go. ”

Uncle Yang was stunned, and he even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

The old woman picked up the wooden box on the table, handed it to Uncle Yang, and said, "Madame left three years ago, and here is what she wants me to hand over to you." ”

Uncle Yang's hands trembled a little, he carefully took the wooden box, opened it, and there was a stack of square linen cloth inside, Uncle Yang shook the cloth, and the cloth read:

Uncle and my son, my mother knows that you are diligent in studying, and she is very pleased, but God does not bless you, and she can't get together with you, my mother has no big wish, I only hope that you can enter the court, be loyal to the country, and live up to what you have learned in your life, in order to repay the world, this mother's only wish is to hear.

Uncle Yang cried, "Although my mother is a woman, she has great wisdom, and she is a man in vain, seeing the people of the world suffering, but she cherishes herself and refuses to serve it, so she is ashamed of her mother and her teacher." ”

This night, the master and servant talked about what had happened over the years, and both of them had tears in their eyes, and they didn't fall asleep until midnight.

The next day, after Uncle Yang bathed and changed clothes, he went to worship his mother, and after kowtowing to the incense, he added some soil to the grave and tied hemp rope around his waist, "Everything is simple, and I will come to guard filial piety for my mother when I get fame, and I wish my mother all the best for my son." ”