Returning to the long-lost Qi City, Song looked at the city that had changed a lot, and his heart was full of emotion.

When he first came here, there were only some simple thatched houses and randomly built shacks, and even where Yang Hao lived, it was just a tent that leaked everywhere.

Now, the newly planned streets, the scattered thatched houses, the yellow mud walls, the clean streets, and the leisurely pedestrians, all of this is as if in a dream.

And the two soldiers looked at everything in front of them, but they were obviously a little disappointed, they had seen a big city like Chang'an with tens of thousands of people, and at this time, they really couldn't arouse any interest in this small city with barely more than 1,000 people.

The changes in the city are so great that Matsu didn't know how to leave his home for a while.

After a general look at the direction, he walked forward with his men.

Some hunters and more diligent people on the streets spread the prey they have caught or the good things they have gathered on the ground to sell, which is different from Chang'an.

In Chang'an, if you want to buy daily necessities, they are all in the shops, and in Qicheng, although there are also shops opened by the imperial court, they only sell food or salt, and the commoners want to have more abundant living materials, so they have to do it themselves.

Those who were able to catch wild beasts in the mountains, those who did not have the ability to hunt caught in the rivers or gathered in the mountains, while the women weaved things and fed some domestic animals at home.

Compared with the busy Chang'an City, life in this Qi City is a little more quiet and relaxed.

On the street, a few children wrapped in animal skins were chasing the ball made of pig urine bubbles, whizzing past the three of them.

"I didn't expect Keju to preach Qicheng."

The young guard looked at the child who was gone away and felt a little itchy.

Keju is a sport that Yang Hao uses to train soldiers, but in Chang'an City, in addition to the soldiers kicking, students in the academy occasionally kick it.

But I don't know when, this sport has spread to Qicheng.

Seeing that the young man was still a little reluctant, the older soldier patted his head vigorously.

"Look, the platoon commanders are gone!"

After the young man reacted, he followed in a panic.

Today's Qicheng is not divided into the inner city and the outer city, the former inner city earthen wall has been demolished at some point, and a rather magnificent courtyard has been built in the center of the city, and the wall is hung with a plaque with the word county ya.

Matsu just looked at it, but didn't go in.

If he remembers correctly, his home should be northeast of this county office.

In the ordinary courtyard of the farmhouse, Hongyun laboriously smashed the frozen water in the water tank and put it into the clay pot.

"Mother! Mother! ”

A milky cry came.

Hongyun put down the clay pot and said softly: "Dongxiang, you play by yourself first, my mother still has to cook!" ”

"Mother! Person! There! ”

The dirty toddler pointed to the courtyard gate, with a little fear on his face.

Song looked at the dark-skinned toddler, his eyes were slightly red, and he wanted to say something, but he raised his hand and put it down gently.

Hongyun looked towards the courtyard gate suspiciously, and when he saw the familiar face, he was stunned as if he had been electrocuted, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

The young boy saw his mother crying, grabbed the hem of Hongyun's skirt, and looked at the three people at the gate of the courtyard with a small fist.

"Don't bully my mother!"

Hongyun wiped away his tears, picked up the young child and said, "Dongxiang, don't talk nonsense, that person... That man is your Father! ”

The young boy looked eastward at Song, without any joy at seeing his biological father, but more strangeness and fear.

Loosely pushed open the somewhat crooked courtyard door and walked heavily towards the mother and son, and the two guards saw this and guarded the door with swords.

"I'm back!"

Hongyun nodded and said to Dongxiang: "Call Father quickly!" ”

Facing the tall and unsmiling pine, there is a natural sense of oppression for the young Dongxiang, so he pouted and cried out.

For a while, he was very flustered and wanted to step forward to coax him, but Dongxiang cried even more.

"You've been away for too long, Dongxiang doesn't recognize you!"

Hongyun coaxed and explained to Song.

Sighing loosely, he said, "Is the family okay during this time?" ”

Hongyun nodded: "It's all good, the grain harvested from a few acres of land under the mountain is enough for our mother and son to live, I can still weave some cloth and take it to the shop to exchange for some copper coins, you don't have to worry about your livelihood."

By the way, the tribe also sent you a reward to your home, and I buried all the money, thinking that I would use it when you returned.

”

Song smiled and said: "What tribe, now our Daqi is already a country, those are all rewarded by the imperial court, I don't need much in the army, you just take it, by the way, I will bring you some good things from Chang'an City when I come back this time, you can take a look!" ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly unwrapped the package on his back.

However, Hongyun didn't look at the package, but reached out and touched the long scar on Song's cheek.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Hehe smiled: "It's okay, how can there be a war without being injured, don't talk about this, let's enter the house!" ”

Hongyun nodded and looked towards the courtyard gate: "It's so cold, let them come in and warm up!" ”

Song looked back at his two guards and said, "You take my paperwork and go to the county office to report, and the county magistrate will arrange for you to live." ”

Hearing this, the two saluted Song, and the young man turned his hands into bamboo slips.

"Platoon commander! Madam! We take our leave! ”

Song nodded, and just as the two were about to turn away, Song stopped him and took out some copper coins from his bosom and handed them to them.

"Take this money, and settle down in the city in the next few days, remember not to make trouble, otherwise I won't be able to protect you."

The two of them promised again and again, took the copper coin and bowed and retreated.

Hongyun looked at Matsu in surprise and looked left and right.

"Are you in a row? That's right! Why don't you see the black skin? ”

Song Wenyan was affectionate and sighed: "Let's go!" Let's go inside! ”

As if realizing something, Hongyun fell silent, and carried Dongxiang, who was still sobbing, into the thatched hut.

The fire in the thatched hut was warm, and he loosened his heavy sheepskin military uniform, put his sword aside, and sat cross-legged on the kang.

"Black skin in order to save me, half a year ago... He's dead! ”

Hongyun didn't know how to comfort him when he heard this, but just held the hand he sent.

"Hongyun, we will have another child in the future, I want that child to recognize Heipi as his father, I owe him a life, and I don't want his bloodline to be cut off."

Hongyun's body trembled, and his loose hand couldn't help but tighten a little.

"Since the husband has made a decision, the slave has no opinion."

Song patted Hongyun's hand, looked at the young child who was far away from him on the kang, and sighed.

"Husband, I don't know when I will leave when I come back this time!"

"This time it's longer, the army gave me seven days, and I can stay in Qicheng for a few days."

Hongyun's face darkened when he heard this, and he said leisurely: "You're leaving again?" ”

Song nodded, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Yes! The revenge of the black skin has not yet been avenged! I have to make that man pay, or I won't be able to close my eyes when I die! ”