Meng Shuirou only had two sisters in the family, and it was really inconvenient to take Zhao Tianyou in, so he asked his uncle and patriarch Meng Qingyun to come forward and make a dry room in the village martial arts arena and arrange for Zhao Tianyou to rest and recuperate.

The bright courtyard of the martial arts arena is overgrown with fruit trees and greenery, which looks lush and green, and the bluestone-paved field is flat and spacious. On the left side, there is a row of weapon shelves, on which are placed all kinds of blades of swords, guns, swords, halberds, and on the ground are large and small stone lock wooden figures, and at a glance you know that this is a village and town that advocates force.

There is a row of scattered rooms facing north and south, and there are two plates of freshly boiled fish and shrimp on the table in the middle hall, and the freshly cooked white rice exudes an attractive fragrance, while Zhao Tianyou sits at the table and has no appetite at all.

"Brother Zhao, hurry up and eat, if you don't eat, your illness won't get better. My sister went to get you medicine again, and the doctor sat in the Quanzhou pharmacy, don't worry, it will definitely cure your illness. Meng Ling'er looked at Zhao Tianyou, who had a haggard face and sunken eyes, and comforted softly.

"Thank you, sister Ling'er, my illness will be fine in a few days, let my sister stop spending money on medicine, it's all a waste." Zhao Tianyou knew in his heart that although the fever had subsided, the symptoms of the cold were still there, and he would naturally heal after two or three days of treatment or not.

What makes it really difficult for him to accept is reality, everything that happens is real, not a dream, not a hallucination, not a prank. Everything in the past has disappeared, and I will never be able to return to my hometown in Shandong, and I will never see the sadness of raising my relatives again, and I will never be able to adapt to the current environment.

On Jiangnan West Road, not far away, Wen Tianxiang, the governor of Ganzhou, was holding the edict he received in the state office, and was discussing with more than a dozen subordinate officials around the table.

"In the face of the national crisis, he did not stand up bravely, but sought to protect himself, not only did he not serve the country, but he even surrendered to the Yuan soldiers and sold the city to save his life. Such an official has insulted my Yanhuang inheritance for thousands of years, and he should be executed and killed by Ling Chi. On the occasion of this employment, Wenshan is willing to ask you to follow me, recruit troops and buy horses to go north to King Anqin! ”

Several subordinate officials in front of Zhuo got up at the same time, saluted Wen Tianxiang with fists, and shouted loudly in unison: "Swear to follow your lord to the death, and raise troops to serve the king!" ”

"You have been following me for many years, and you have been born and died, but Wenshan can't give you a future for high-ranking officials, ashamed and ashamed! Today, I can only represent my heart with a bowl of wine, everyone! Wen Tianxiang also stood up, picked up the wine glass in front of the table, and bowed slightly.

A big sip of wine swallowed violently, Wen Tianxiang looked at the edict stamped with the imperial seal of the jade seal, and thought of the generals of the military government who passed the buck to each other and did not move, and couldn't help but shed a few tears of sadness.

"Don't worry about Lord Wen, although we have few soldiers in Ganzhou, there are many reckless heroes on the southwest road, as well as the barbarians in the Xitong area, if they are gathered, they will be a new force. The lord sent an order, and Ji Zhou was willing to go to contact, and he would definitely be able to gather countless heroes and heroes to follow the adults to the north to kill King Lin'anqin. ”

The one who spoke was Chen Jizhou, who was born in Ganzhou Gongshi and served as the prefect of Hengyang. Because of the edict, Wen Tianxiang had already visited Chen Jizhou yesterday, and the two talked and discussed for a long time before they came up with a plan to gather the reckless heroes and contact the barbarian warriors of Xitong to jointly raise the army of King Qin.

However, this move has exceeded Wen Tianxiang's authority as the governor of the state, and it must be jointly approved and implemented by all subordinate officials, otherwise he will privately co-opt all kinds of reckless heroes who occupy the mountain as kings, and this crime will be enough to cut off his head eight times.

Wen Tianxiang immediately bowed and said: "Thank you Lord Chen for coming out and gathering heroes from all over Jiangnan West Road to make new contributions to my Great Song Dynasty, I will definitely report this matter to the imperial court and ask for a reward for Lord Chen!" ”

Chen Jizhou also hurriedly returned the salute, the two looked at each other and smiled, more than a dozen civil and military officials of the state capital recognized this matter, beyond their expectations, and there was a lot to be done in this matter. Wen Tianxiang began to plan the details of the matter with everyone, arranged the division of labor, and prepared for the matter of raising troops and serving the king.

Zhao Tianyou pinched his nose and drank the thick decoction for a night, although the boss in his heart was unwilling, but looking at Meng Ling'er's expectant eyes, and Meng Shuirou's tired look, where could he refuse this true kindness and concern.

"Ling'er, don't look at it, I've really finished drinking, and you don't see under my tongue." After Zhao Tianyou drank the medicinal juice, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, which relieved Meng Ling'er, who was suspicious.

"Brother God, what do you want to eat for dinner, tell me quickly, I'll ask my sister to prepare!" After Meng Ling'er finished speaking, she glanced at her sister next to her, stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, and grimaced at her sister.

"Little sister, you've only been around for a few days, and you've sold your own sister, what kind of ecstasy soup will Brother Zhao give you!" Meng Shuirou smiled at the corner of her mouth, and there was a pheasant tied at her feet, which she bought by the way when she grabbed the medicine, and was going to stew it at night to make up for Zhao Tianyou's body.

The children of the fisherman family have a straightforward and kind personality, and the Mengjia fishing village is even more simple and simple, every time they encounter people who are shipwrecked in the sea, they spare no effort to rescue, and even more than a dozen families in the village are the descendants of the people who are in distress and left to settle down.

If the people who are in distress in the fishing village decide to stay, regardless of the male or female, they will hold a ceremony in the ancestral hall, change their names and surnames to join the new clan, and in the future, they will be the same as the residents and relatives in the village, and they will no longer distinguish each other's all surnamed Meng.

It's also strange to say, I don't know what the reason is, Mengjia Yuzhai has always been more women than men, so it has formed a tradition of recruiting sons-in-law. Although there are many men's families who disagree or set up obstacles, thinking that it is insulting to the family, only the down-and-out men in the family will think of going to the family.

But it is not like that here in the Mengjia fishing village, the men who want to enter the rich have to line up in several teams, in addition to the richness here, the main reason is that the Mengjia fishing village is not discriminated against, and the girls of the Meng family are all beautiful like flowers.

The most majestic building in the village is the ancestral hall of the Meng family, built at the end of the fishing village, leaning on two small ridges, showing the trend of two dragons holding the moon, and sitting firmly in the excellent feng shui place of the dragon's eye. The Mengjia fishing village has been inherited for 300 years, almost the same age as the Great Song Dynasty, although it has experienced several disasters, and the entire fishing village has almost been wiped out. However, the Meng family worked together and went through countless difficulties, and gradually prospered.

More than half a month has passed in this flash, and Zhao Tianyou's body has long since recovered as before, and he has accepted this irreversible reality from his heart, and is trying to think about how to get along with this new and familiar era.

As a professional soldier, after years of training and education, the first creed to adhere to is to defend the sacred motherland. Defend the Motherland? The Great Song Dynasty of this era was already in danger, and it would not take three or five years to be trampled all over the rivers and mountains by the Mongol iron cavalry, and Yashan was finally completely destroyed in a war.

But whose responsibility is this? Is it necessary to participate? What can you do to participate, do you want to stop the wheel of history? and so many other problems in Zhao Tianyou's head, whether he can't clean up and mess up, he can't always get a clue, Zhao Tianyou simply stopped thinking about it later, and vented his energy to a few stone lock wood people every day.