In mid-February, Liaodong was still in the middle of a vast snowfall, and there was only white between heaven and earth. The wind was bitter, and the biting cold wind blew on people's faces, as if they had been slashed by a knife. The sun hanging high overhead, though dazzling, could not dispel the cold. Some pedestrians walking outside can't stop trying to shrink in order to reduce the heat flow.

Jinzhou, as an important town of the Ming Dynasty in eastern Liaodong, has tens of thousands of elite soldiers and hundreds of thousands of people in the city. Such a large city is also a major city in the north of the entire Ming Dynasty.

"TND, this year's weather is a bit abnormal, although there has been snow in previous years, but it has never been so big."

Zu Dashou, who was dressed in silk and satin, stood in the room and looked at the thick snow at the door and couldn't help complaining.

"It's not my uncle, I don't know what the weather is like, I feel colder and colder."

A majestic-looking young man came to Zu Dashou's side and said with a hesitant face. This person is none other than Wu Sangui, the famous king of Pingxi in later generations.

Wu Sangui, who was born in the 40th year of Wanli, is 16 years old this year, and at this time in the Ming Dynasty, he was already considered an adult. Because his family is a big man in the army, he grew up in the army since he was a child, and he has developed a body of divine power at a young age, and his arms can pull away a three-stone hard bow, and his martial arts are also few opponents.

"If you don't look at it, the more you look at it, the more upset you become."

Zu Dashou looked at the white expanse outside, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and turned back to the house with an unhappy face.

Compared to the cold wind outside, the inside of the house is as warm as spring. There were three stoves in three hidden places in the house, and the roaring light of the fire warmed the room. Two young women in tulle were boiling a pot of cloudy wine with their heads down, perhaps because the fire was so strong that the two young women were blushing and sweating on their foreheads.

Zuo Dashou came to a fire kang, sat cross-legged, stretched out his hand and beckoned Wu Sangui, who was still standing in front of the door.

"Uncle, come to me."

Wu Sangui, who was standing in front of the door and looking up at the sky, heard Zu Dashou's call, and gently closed the door, revealing a gap, so that the cold wind outside the house could pass into the house through this crack to prevent suffocation caused by the smell of smoke in the room.

Although the ancients did not know what they were calling into, their long-term life experience taught us that we must not close the doors and windows when placing a stove in the house, because there are bloody historical lessons.

"Uncle".

Wu Sangui came to the fire kang, first bowed to Zu Dashou, and then sat cross-legged on the fire kang and sat opposite Zu Dashou. In the middle of the two, there is a small table with a few side dishes on it.

Seeing this, the two young women who were in charge of cooking the wine on the side hurriedly brought the flask to the small table.

Wu Sangui, who was only 16 years old, was the time when the hormones exploded, and two young women arrived. Instantly brought a gust of breeze, Wu Sangui's nose smelled a faint fragrance, and couldn't help but gently shrug his nose a few times, wanting to take a few more breaths of such a taste.

Maybe he was afraid that his embarrassment would be discovered by Zu Dashou on the other side, so he kept his head down and sighed, as if he had a big sorrow. And Wu Sangui, who lowered his head, used his spare eyes to favor the two young women who were serving wine.

The two young women in tulle don't seem to be too big, and the whole person exudes a youthful temptation. The clothes on the body are also looming, which seems to be able to arouse people's deepest desires. The two little faces were red under the light of the fire, which made people feel even more pity.

The fair face, small nose and delicate mouth make up the most beautiful painting in the world. In particular, those eyes, like the stars at night, make people want to stare uncontrollably.

Zu Dashou, who was sitting opposite, had a wicked smile on his face, they were all people from that age, so he naturally knew what Wu Sangui was thinking.

Think about it, didn't you be like Wu Sangui at the beginning, it seems that you seemed to be staring at others all the time. Thinking of this, Zu Dashou couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, but in order to maintain his majesty in front of his nephew, he casually picked up the wine glass and took a sip gently, forcing his smile down.

"Uncle, why are you sighing? If you don't learn well at a young age, when will it be your turn to sigh."

Zu Dashou asked knowingly with a serious face, and the nephew who wanted to tease him rose in his heart.

"Ah, uncle".

Wu Sangui, who was watching intently, heard Zu Dashou's voice, and immediately responded in a panic.

How to say it, in the end, it is the famous Wu Sangui in later generations, this mind cannot be taken as an ordinary person's mind, and soon Wu Sangui reacted.

"Alas, my uncle is now covered with heavy snow, the road is impassable, and the governor urges us to send troops as soon as possible, and for a while the uncle can't think of any solution."

Zu Dashou was a little stunned for a while, he never thought that the little guy who practiced martial arts all day on weekdays would be able to talk nonsense with his eyes open and his face without blushing.

"Uncle Chang is very good".

Zu Dashou praised Wu Sangui with a pun, and Wu Sangui only thought that he cared about the military, so he was praised by his uncle, after all, his father and uncle were both soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and he would inevitably be a member of the Ming Army in the future. didn't expect that his own affairs had already been discovered, otherwise, Wu Sangui would never be as calm and indifferent as he is now.

Looking at the two young women who left after drinking, Wu Sangui's eyes showed a hint of disappointment. In order to hide the loss in his eyes, he saw that there was no wine in Zu Dashou's bowl, so he personally picked up the wine jug and filled it.

Zuo Da picked up the wine glass, took a big sip and ate a few mouthfuls of food, "It has been more than half a month since the two rings (Wu Xiangzi two rings) left, and now they must have arrived in the capital, but there is a letter to inform you of your mother's situation."

Wu Xiang is not only his subordinate, but also his brother-in-law. Naturally, I have to care more, especially my sister. Since Wu Xiang was also the leader of the army, the husband and wife lived separately, and the transportation was inconvenient, so he didn't pay too much attention to it. I just took this opportunity to ask about the situation at home.

As soon as my father arrived in the capital, he visited my mother and asked someone to send my mother's handwritten letter. In the letter, my mother is all right, and she walks around with her aunt a lot on weekdays."

No matter what Wu Sangui's reputation will be in the future, at least the current Wu Sangui is a person who honors his parents. When mentioning Wu Xiang and his mother, he clasped his fists and bowed in the direction of the capital, which is enough to show Wu Sangui's loyalty and filial piety.

"When the snow melts, I will inevitably lead the troops to the battle, and you will go with me at that time, which will be of great help to your future development."

Zu Dashou looked at Wu Sangui very lovingly and said.

"Yes, uncle."

As for Wu Sangui, he was excited, as the so-called learned literature and martial arts, sold to the emperor's family, he practiced martial arts like this, didn't he just want to get an official and a half-job. It's just that in the past, my father always refused to serve in the army on the grounds that he was still too young. This time, you can finally gallop on the field and enjoy the demeanor of a general.

"Later, when you go back, write a letter to tell your mother and aunt to walk around more with those dignitaries and ladies on weekdays, so that we can take care of the court in the future."

Zu Dashou pondered for a long time and then whispered to Wu Sangui, after all, his decision was a bit rash, and the generals of one side made friends with the ministers of the DPRK and China, which inevitably made people a little conjectural.

Although Wu Sangui was very young, he also understood the truth that there were people in the court who were easy to do, and nodded heavily.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, and after drinking a small wine for more than half an hour, Wu Sangui, whose face was flushed, proposed to leave first.

Zu Dashou, who had a calm face, nodded and called the two young women who had been cooking wine before.

"Green bamboo, green willow. From now on, you will follow the elder."

Although the Ming Dynasty prohibits the sale of human beings, such a ban is only on the surface, and secretly it is still the same as usual.

When the two young women heard Zu Dashou's arrangement, their faces were calm, as if they didn't even notice that they were being given away like goods. There was even a little excitement in his heart, compared to Zu Dashou, the younger Wu Sangui was a better choice.

As for Wu Sangui on the side, he was even more excited, he was born in the home of a high-ranking official and nobleman since he was a child, and there was naturally no shortage of women, but he had never seen such a beautiful woman. I thought that these two women were my uncle's taboo, but although I had some thoughts in my heart, I didn't dare to show them, for fear of making my uncle angry, and no one thought that I would be able to get such a great good thing today.

Wu Sangui hurriedly bent down to thank him, and then left with the two young women and returned home to spend all his time drinking.

As for Zu Dashou, he pouted, "This kid, I really think I'm hungry and thirsty."