Thank you to the book friend nimeitaba, auspicious 1 for the reward again! The name of the chapter sent in the morning has been changed

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After all, Zhao Wuxian also found an ordinary copper head and went to the field to cut wheat, his movements were rusty, and the actual effect may not be great, but it aroused everyone's enthusiasm.

"Zhenzhen Gongzi, Yu Linxi!"

Seeing that their lord was doing it himself, the people of the country cheered, and the soldiers worked harder.

As long as there is a gentleman, no matter what, it can be done! In the past six months, the people of Chengyi and Zhao Bing have already given birth to such a subconscious.

On the watchtower of Cheng's manor, Cheng Weng raised his hands high, looking at his eyes, and spat out a vicious curse, hoping that the rainstorm would fall and destroy all the wheat in the entire township.

In the temple in the township, Cheng Wu wore a mask, held a wooden drum and a wild tail, danced a crazy dance, and prayed that Yun Zhongjun, who "has more than enough to visit Jizhou, and is poor across the four seas", will enjoy the fresh blood food he offered for a while, and not be in such a hurry to descend on the mortal world.

Although separated by miles, their voices seemed to converge and reach the heavens.

"Rain solstice!"

"The rain is not coming!"

The heavens seemed to hear their prayers, and thunder roared in response, roaring from the distant mountains!

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The dark clouds were low, as if they were about to reach the surface.

On a hill outside Chengxiang, there are two figures climbing upward, one is a beautiful girl wearing a plain manuscript and wearing a Xuanqi on her head, and the other is a dexterous young man holding a copper shovel.

It turned out to be Zhao Wuxian's maid Wei, and her younger brother Ao, at this critical moment of snatching wheat, but the two of them saw the gap in the patrol and quietly walked out of the wall.

The dull thunder suddenly came from high in the sky, startling Ao, as if the matter of his desertion had been exposed, and the two Sima Tian Ben with fierce faces were shouting at him.

Since escaping from Cheng's burial pit half a year ago, under the arrangement of the gentleman, he has been working as Yu Xi's riding boy in the stable, doing things such as feeding horses and preparing saddles. Today, the gentleman has an order, everyone must go to the field to help the countrymen cut wheat, Ao worships the Zhao gentleman, regards his words as a god, and excitedly rolls up his sleeves to participate.

Who knows, my sister, who has not seen her for many days, suddenly approached and called him out. I didn't know what it was for, so I took him all the way out of the wall, and walked around the winding mountain road towards this hill.

Therefore, Ao was unhappy, and when he heard the thunder, his shoulders shrank slightly, and he complained: "Sister, it's going to rain hard, what are you going to do with me to this barren mountain at this time?" I'm going to follow Yu Sima to harvest wheat......"

Wei was silent, her slender figure just walking quietly on the rocks, her white clothes stained by the dirt, and she didn't care. Ao complained in his mouth, and when he saw that his sister was gasping slightly, he couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward silently, pouted, but his hand hugged his sister tightly.

After being supported by her younger brother, Wei was in a trance, and in the past six months, Ao has grown a lot taller, and his size has almost surpassed her.

She seems to have returned to that rainy night seven years ago, when the family was in ruins, and her father and sister and brother wanted to go south to distant relatives. Who would have thought that he encountered the wandering Rong robbers nearby, except for the family heirloom treasures that were temporarily hidden, all the belongings were lost, and his father also died on this hill.

She begged the leader of the Rong people, and finally set up a grave for her father, and then she was sold to the Cheng clan together with her younger brother......

There was a dog barking in front of him, but it was Ao's black dog exploring the way, and the little guy's physique had more than doubled, vaguely like a mountain mastiff, and it seemed to have found something over there.

"Brother, here we are."

"This is ......" After turning over the mountain rock, looking at the simple grave in front of him, Ao was stunned for a moment, he was still young at that time, and he had no memory at all. My sister also told him about the past, but in previous years, she was bound to the Cheng family and was not free, so she never came.

I saw that on the mound, a few words were written on a wooden sign that was a little crooked by the wind and rain, and it seemed that the fingers were dipped in blood and written one stroke at a time, which looked very naïve. My sister had taught him these words, so she could recognize them.

"Xing Zhongzi's tomb?"

Wei gently straightened the wooden sign and gently wiped the dust on it with her cuffs: "Yes, this is our father's grave, Ao, you also have your own clan, your name is Xing Ao!" ”

When Ao came to his senses from the news, Wei grabbed her brother's shoulder, solemnly knelt down with him, and bowed his head in front of the grave three times.

After uprooting the half-human-high weeds on the grave and chatting about filial piety, Ao was called by his sister again, and dug up behind the roots of a locust tree not far away.

The soil was soft, and it must not be raw soil, and after a while, his copper shovel touched something.

"What is this?"

It was a rotten wooden box, and when he leaned over to take it out, Ao's hand touched it slightly, and the wooden pieces were like the tofu dregs that he had been eating so often recently, rotting and falling off, revealing what was hidden inside.

Ao recognized it, it was a sword, the black and purple scabbard was wrapped in leather, some beautiful patterns were carved on it, and the top of the scabbard was cast in copper tin to look like a horned monster.

Although the wooden box on the outside is decayed, the scabbard is intact, and it must have been made of extremely valuable materials.

"This is a treasure passed down from generation to generation of our people, a sharp sword brought by our ancestors from the south, it should have been passed on to you......"

"Pass it to me?" Ao was suddenly a little frightened, he knew that the sword was a weapon that only gentlemen and tigers were qualified to wear, and he, just a little rider with a low status, had never dared to expect extravagance.

"But brother, there is a sentence I don't know if you have heard it or not, the husband is not guilty, he is responsible, my clan has lost its duties and fiefdoms, you and I have been reduced to subordinate concubines, if it were not for the gentleman to save me, I would have been killed and buried, and I became a soul wandering in Chengyi."

"Therefore, I want to dedicate this sword to the gentleman, firstly, to repay the grace of saving your life, and secondly, to find a good way out for you." Wei's voice was gentle, as if persuading.

"That's exactly what it should be!"

Ao clenched his fists and nodded heavily, he admired the Zhao gentleman to the extreme. In the battle under the big mulberry tree half a year ago, the gentleman hugged his sister, rescued her from the bad guys, and gently handed her over to himself, he will never forget.

Wei closed her beautiful eyes with relief and sighed slightly, "It's good if you can think like this." ”

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The thunder over Chengyi has lasted for several hours, but it is only dry thunder and no rain.

The shower had not yet arrived, and Cheng Weng on the lookout tower turned his head and looked at the whole township, where most of the golden wheat fields had been harvested. Although the people and soldiers were tired enough, the joy of the harvest was written on everyone's faces, and it was Zhao Wuxian who was surrounded by them in the middle and worshipped!

"Is this providential?" It wasn't until the last bundle of wheat was transported into the treasury that a raindrop the size of a bean hit Cheng Weng's wrinkled forehead, and he suddenly despaired and collapsed on the watchtower.

"Awen!"

With the support of his nephew Uncle Cheng, Cheng Weng stumbled to his feet in the falling rain.

His withered eyes flashed with the last hint of vengeful red, and he said fiercely, "I'm still not convinced!" Nephew, you sent someone to go out to inform your brother on the day of Xiagongyi City, and said, Chengxiang wheat is already full, if the middle gentleman and the uncle don't want to lose on the winter solstice, hurry up and think of a way, I am a Chengshi, can be the internal response! ”

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Ask for collections, ask for recommendations...... Tomorrow morning there will be some things, it will be a little later, about 10 o'clock

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