Seventeen years ago, one morning.

"Brother, get up, you're in bed again!"

Yao Cailing, who looked like a little girl, stood up and pulled Yao Ziang, who was sleeping on the bed.

"Ah, don't make me sleep, don't get up"

Yao Cailing saw that his brother still couldn't get up, shook his brother's arm angrily, puffed out his little face angrily, and threw himself on the bed with a wow.

"Meow meow, wake up!"

The small Yao Cailing grabbed it with his hand and scratched at the medicine who was lying in bed.

"Hah! Haha, don't get me up."

Yao Cailing is like a cute cat, constantly scratching her brother and forcing him to get up.

The cold light poured down, shining through the wooden lattice windows on the humble bed, and the mud and stone walls would fall the dry sand of the yellow servants because of the bumps.

Yao Cailing woke up his brother and immediately smelled the aroma of hot porridge, which was his mother's handiwork.

There was a jubilant noise, and it didn't take long for the mother's weak reproach to be heard.

On the stone table, there are three clay bowls with different notches, the surface of the bowl is steaming, the white water in the bowl is relatively clear, and the white swollen rice grains are clearly visible.

The wooden door creaked in the wind, but it did not spoil the harmony in the hut.

Yao Cailing obediently knelt down at the small stone table and drank porridge, and at the same time moved the shriveled wicker to his brother's bowl, not wanting his brother to always eat breakfast without rinsing.

"Not allowed!"

Yao Cailing picked up the chopsticks and hit the medicine Ziang, stretched out his hand that did not touch the missing corner of the earth-colored tile bowl, pursed his mouth stained with sticky glutinous rice grains, and a large square gray patch was sewn on the edge of the torn collar.

With his hair in braids, his thin little face reflected the pale red on the two salted duck eggs, and he supervised his brother to chew the shriveled wicker that was difficult to gnaw, and hugged his little arms with great vigour.

It's just that this kind of aura disappeared with the white wind and dust the moment the door was knocked open, and when he heard the roar of urging, Yao Cailing hurriedly threw himself into his brother's arms and buried his head deep in his brother's arms.

"If you can't pay taxes, you can mortgage things and see what kind of poverty you have become?"

"Ma Cun Zheng, Ma Cun Zheng, just a little bit of food, don't, ah!"

There was a tumbling sound of a pan

Wake up from a dream!

Yao Cailing sat up from the bottom bunk, her head hit the bottom of the bed, making a clattering and hissing sound of the aging wooden board, startled Xiao Ai, who was sewing the flag at night, looked back.

Eyes meet.

"Still embroidering the flag of the princess's expedition?"

"Hmm!"

Yao Cailing got out of bed, caught a glimpse of the empty bed opposite, and felt a little emotion in his heart, ten years, he returned to the place where he originally lived, but Ling Feiyu stayed in Jiannan with his children, and the war could not be reached.

With his mind settled, Yao Cailing tied her scattered hair into a ponytail with a leather band and joined Xiao Ai's work.

(End of chapter)