It has been more than two months since Zhao Hong came to this world, except for serving as a scribe during this time. Sometimes he also participated in military training like the strong men in the village, so Zhao Hong distributed a wooden spear with an iron head wrapped in iron. The training is very simple, mainly to learn to obey the orders of the superiors and combat practice once every half a month. After all, the strong men in the village usually have farm work, which can be regarded as military popularization education in troubled times.

Zhao Hong, who was born after the reform and opening up, just caught up with the good era, fortunately, the rural style of the 90s is still relatively simple, and the milk of this era does not contain melamine unique to the Chinese people, Zhao Hong can be said to have grown up a generation of strong Chinese who drank milk since childhood.

The development of transportation has also promoted the exchange of DNA between people, as far as Zhao Hong is concerned, his father is from Sujiang, and his mother is a native of Nanhe, and the hybrid advantage is also very obvious. It is definitely not comparable to the marriage in this era. Therefore, the degree of development of Zhao Hong's bones is definitely far greater than that of other young people in the village. Therefore, Zhao Hong's eight-foot height in this team is more eye-catching, so he was appointed as the captain of the pavilion.

Zhao Hong, who became the commander of the army, was also responsible for managing the other four strong men. It just so happened that Wang Laohan's two sons happened to be in this army. In addition, there are Cao Peng, the fourth son of Cao Blacksmith, and Liu Song, the second son of Liu Carpenter, in the village. The handicraft industry in the village is not too developed, and most of them are part-time farmers.

Cao Peng has followed his father to strike iron since he was a child, although he is not tall, but his body is exceptionally strong. The muscles in his arms are like a hill bag. Liu Song is very thin, with a height of seven feet and thin arms and legs, like a weak hemp pole. And Zhao Hong's superior leader is Li Yong. Li Yong looked quite fierce, and his face was full of horizontal meat. I don't know if it's just as powerful on the battlefield.

From the small talk of other people in the village, Zhao Hong learned that it was now the Han Empire, which was already declining. As the largest province in terms of dynastic population, Jizhou has the highest level of wealth in the world, and with strength, it naturally has ambitions. Just last year, Wang Fen, the assassin of Jizhou, where Baoji Village is located, wanted to abolish the Son of Heaven, and the bandits in the Taihang Mountains in the west were also encouraged by the Lord of the Assassin to loot Jizhou. Wang Fen tried in vain to use this as an excuse to raise troops and launch the Qing monarch's side. At that time, Baoji Village also suffered from unjustified disasters. Fortunately, with a five-foot-deep trench, a one-zhang high walled wall and a five-zhang high corner tower, it resisted the siege of more than 100 bandits.

To the east, Lijiazhuang, which lacked the protection of a wall, was not so lucky, its belongings were looted, and all men, women, and children were killed. To this day, it is still a place infested with wild dogs, with severed limbs and burned houses, which is extremely eerie. Speaking of this, the people of Baoji Village are all secretly happy.

Although Wang Fen's conspiracy was finally discovered and he was forced to commit suicide, the Xianbei people invaded You, and Erzhou, and the beacon fire on the border was also clearly seen in Baoji Village.

It is said that in the Liangzhou region to the west of the empire, the bandit leader Han Sui Bianzhang and the Qiang rebelled and were attacking the Sanfu region of Yongzhou, and the Han army suffered repeated setbacks on the front line.

The Yellow Turban Army, which was brutally suppressed within the Han Empire, had a resurgence for a while, and the Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou, which was relatively large, attacked the city and occupied many counties. In the western area of Jizhou, the Baibo army in Xihe has now developed into Taiyuan County and Shangdang County, and occasionally a small group of Baibo army will even appear in Jizhou in Taihang Shandong.

For a time, wars were frequent everywhere, and the end of the troubled times made the people of Baoji Village have a sense of precariousness. Zhao Hong didn't care much about this, after all, those were still far away from him for the time being. Zhao Hong has been very happy recently, because some time ago, the pavilion chief of Baoji Village allowed Zhao Hong to reclaim a small world of his own in the wasteland west of Baoji Village. This indicates that Baoji Zhai has begun to accept Zhao Hong in general.

On May 30, at night, Zhao Hong crawled out of the earthen kang with a twist, and the turtle shell guitar was tightly held in his arms, and he gently opened the door like a kitten. Zhao Hong marched along the streets of Baoji Village. This era is not like the city that never sleeps in later generations, at this time there is hardly any light source except for the moonlight, which has existed since the age of the dinosaurs. If it's a cloudy day, you can't see your fingers.

The stars in the sky shone brightly, as if they were blinking their eyes in a twinkle. In the distance, there are lanterns lit on the corner tower, like a lighthouse by the sea in later generations. Since he didn't plan to touch the corner tower to be a sentry, the lighthouse naturally couldn't guide Zhao Hong's course. Luckily, the moon is bright today, even though it's still the first quarter moon! Zhao Hong thought and walked to the northeast of Baoji Village.

Because he couldn't see the obstacle clearly, Zhao Hong, who fell two heels in a row, became more cautious. Fortunately, the turtle shell ponytail is quite strong, and I am afraid that Zhao Hong has already returned home for the wooden guitar instrument in his previous life.

Finally arrived outside the courtyard of the pavilion chief's house, Zhao Hong flicked the turtle shell ponytail and took a deep breath with almost no PM2. 5 of the fresh air, the conscious dantian, full of strength Zhao Hong used the chest and abdomen combined breathing method and began to sing.

Just because I looked at you in the crowd one more time, I never forgot your face, and dreamed of seeing each other again by chance, and since then I have been lonely and missed. The slightly sad song invokes that the Yayan singing of this era is more rhythmic than the Mandarin of later generations, because there is no sound in Mandarin.

"When I miss you, you are in the sky, when you think of you, when you think of you, when you think of you, when you think of you, you are in the heart." A faint sorrow diffused and disappeared into the distance. If you complain, you will cry like a complaint.

I'm still quite smart, Zhao Hong feels that at this time he has successfully emulated the old-timer———— generation of pickle girl master Sima Xiangru.

The daughter of the richest man became a fanatical fan of Sima Xiangru in a blink of an eye, and she was willing to give up her noble life and follow Xiangru as a wine seller in a wine shop without even needing to warm up. Sima Xiangru still hugged the pipa and half covered his face, and sang in the middle of the night to seduce Zhuo Wenjun. In the end, he went to sell wine to depreciate his identity, and deliberately cut off the face of the richest man in order to get a dowry.

Zhao Hong felt that since Sima Xiangru learned to play the piano, he was at least in a rich family, and he would not be too poor, let alone write well. The connections that go directly to Tianting also show that at least he is a child of a family, and no matter how broken he is, he will not sell wine. Sima Xiangru is too condescending to be a celebrity hype planner in an entertainment company in the future.

"If there is half the effect of Sima Xiang, I guess I will be very satisfied." Zhao Hong already felt that he had become Sima Xiangru at this time. Qin Jiadi MM would hold the pillow and throw himself into his arms, but he followed himself with no house or car.

Zhao Hong thinks that girls from rich families in this era are generally idealists, after all, Zhuo Wenjun, the richest man's daughter, is an example. is not as snobbish as socialism in the previous life, and there will definitely be no one to follow if there is no house or car in the previous life.

"Who made me can't sleep in the middle of the night!" There was a snort from the small hut next to it.

"Wang~Wang!" A few dog barks came from afar, and although the two big yellow dogs were not as big as the Tibetan mastiffs in later generations, they were still vicious. They came running from the side alleys, their mouths wide open, their sharp teeth baring a vicious look.

"Ahh Zhao Hong was so frightened that he crawled and crawled, hugged the turtle ponytail, and disappeared into the vast night. . .

The next morning, Zhao Hong appeared in front of Wang Laohan's family with dark circles under his eyes and yawning. The family was taken aback

Wang Laohan, who felt a little surprised, hurriedly asked with concern, "Xiao Zhao, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Uncle Wang, I had a little insomnia last night and didn't sleep well."

"Why do young people want to do so much. Miss your mother-in-law, right? Uncle Wang lectured in the tone of an elder, and then continued:

"Although the house has not been built for the time being, the money has not been paid. Usually save a little, save a few dozen wen a day, and the accumulation is almost the same. If you have a house, I will give you a family affair in the stockade. Bag you are satisfied! ”

"Uncle Wang, if you have spare money, let's help your eldest son find a matchmaker first."

"Ahem." Wang Laohan pretended to cough twice and peeked at it.

Wang Laohan's two sons looked at their father with a gloating look on the side and snickered, while Wang Laohan's mother-in-law kept shaking her head and sighing: This child is also thinking of spring.