There was nothing to say all night, and the next day, in order to thank the old man for taking him in, Yin Fusheng sent the coachman to a nearby butcher shop, bought two roast chickens, and sold two pots of wine. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the coachman left, Yin Fusheng went out.

Outside, the snow was still falling, and the snow on the ground was thick, and the footprints that had been stepped on were gone.

Yin Fusheng went to the four large water tanks to take a look, and there was half of the snow in one tank.

Yin Fusheng looked at the main house, there was no movement, and it was estimated that the old man had not woken up yet. So he went into the kitchen, found a large basin, and poured snow into it, as he had done the day before.

Pity this old man, most of the children have sacrificed their lives for the country, and they are alone and helpless.

Alas, it would be a little bit of a help.

Having just finished loading a large vat of snow, the coachman came back with wine and meat.

Yin Fusheng kept a chicken and a pot of wine, took another one, came to the master's house, knocked twice, and the door squeaked open.

The old man looked indifferently at Yin Fusheng at the door, "What's the matter with you?" ”

"Thank you for taking it in, this is a ...... that I just bought."

Before Yin Fu finished speaking, the old man reached out and took the roast chicken and wine away, and closed the door with a "bang".

"What a weird old man." The coachman then came up and said.

Yin Fusheng sniffed, "Did you smell it just now?" ”

"What?"

"A faint fragrance, faint, comes from this house."

"Nope." The coachman leaned over the crack in the door and sniffed for a long time.

"Forget it." Yin Fusheng looked back at the sky, and the flying snowflakes had no intention of stopping. I couldn't help but be stunned, "Alas, I don't know when I will be able to reach Quang Ninh." ”

"I see you, it's better to go back the way you came." With this sound, the old man opened the door and came out. With an indifferent and cold expression, he walked with his head down, "It snows here every year, and it doesn't stop for ten days and a half at once." If the snow melts, it will be a month later. ”

The old man said, came to the four large water tanks, looked inside, was a little surprised, and soon regained a cold face, "As soon as you arrived, it snowed, it seems that God will not let you die." Go back as soon as possible. ”

Yin Fusheng couldn't help frowning, if the snow really fell for ten days and a half months, it would be over. As the old man said, it snowed as soon as I came, is it really providence?

"Old war, the front is in chaos, you live here alone, in case you ......" Yin Fusheng saw that the old man was very pitiful alone, and wanted to persuade him to move out of here.

"No case, if they hit here, the old man won't have the strength to run." The old man stopped, stood under the eaves of the kitchen, and looked up at the sky, "When the time comes, I will have to go and see my children and grandchildren." ”

Yin Fusheng's heart trembled, and looking at the old man's expression, he seemed unusually calm.

The old man looked left and right at his house and continued: "My family has moved a few times, and I am annoyed. If you want me to move again, I will set a fire myself, take me with the house, and explain. ”

After saying that, the old man silently walked into the kitchen.

"Alas, this old man is so pitiful." The coachman shook his head and sighed.

Yin Fusheng looked at the old man's back, and there was an indescribable sourness in his heart.

Yes, the pain of losing one's home and losing one's loved ones can only be experienced if you really experience it.

He looked up at the snow, and a fire suddenly rose in his heart, and he secretly made a decision: no matter whether the snow will still fall after half a month, or whether the road will be closed, he will leave for Quang Ninh.

Yin Fu looked at the sky, suddenly raised his finger to the sky, and said in a loud voice: "The war is raging, and the people are not living, if this is the way of heaven, I am willing to resist it with my body." If you have brought me here, you will not be able to hinder my way! ”

Hearing the sound, the old man who was burning the fire in the kitchen, holding a fire stick in his hand, couldn't help but pause, and there was a trace of strangeness on his face that had been indifferent......

Strange to say, Yin Fusheng and God called for a long time, but as a result, before noon, the snow was getting smaller and smaller, and finally, it stopped.

When the snow stopped, the sun hung high and shone on the whole village. The villagers and many travelers who were intercepted by the wind and snow went out to see it, and their joy was self-evident.

"Yo, Champion Gong, you are so powerful, even God can't stand your words."

Standing outside the house, the coachman joked with Yin Fusheng.

"Hehe, it's just a coincidence." Yin Fu laughed.

At this time, the old man came out of the house, holding a plate in his hand, and a teapot and a tea bowl were placed on it. With a fresh fragrance, it came to meet the sound of Yin Fu.

"This is the plum blossom tea I brewed with this rootless snow water, you can try it." As he spoke, the old man handed the tea tray to Yin Fusheng.

Yin Fusheng lowered his head and smelled, "It's so fragrant!" The taste is quiet and fragrant, and it is indescribably refreshing. ”

"This plum blossom tea is good for the lungs and spleen, and good for the liver and gallbladder. Then soak it in snow water to make it more sweet. The old man said, not handing the tea directly to Yin Fusheng, but instead handing it to the coachman. Champion Gong can give it a try. ”

"Thank you for the tea." Yin Fusheng said.

In the days that followed, the sky cleared, the sun was shining, and the snow melted quickly. The old man's plum blossom tea is also a pot every day, never stopped.

The coachman also went to the outside of the village every day to see the road.

On this day, just in time for the Chinese New Year's Eve, the village was full of joy and busyness.

The road was opened.

Yin Fusheng didn't dare to delay for a moment, picked up the bags he had already prepared, and said goodbye to the old man.

"Old man, the road ahead is open, and the juniors will hurry up." Yin Fusheng handed a piece of silver to the old man, "Thank you for taking it in, please accept this silver." ”

The old man's expression was tough, he refused to accept the money, and said with a straight face: "I don't lack anything, old man, only one thing is Taiping." If the champion wants to thank the old man, he will drive the Tartars away, so that we, ordinary people, can live in peace. ”

Yin Fusheng looked at the old man's expectant gaze and nodded solemnly. "Don't worry."

After Yin Fusheng finished speaking, he turned around to leave, but the old man hurriedly stopped, "Champion Gong go slowly!" ”

"Old man, what's the matter?"

The old man took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it over, "The old man is old, this thing should be given to the virtuous." The champion must be cherished. ”

Looking at the old man's expression, the things in the bag are definitely the things he has guarded all his life.

"Old man, what is this?"

"This is a book of soldiers, written by our ancestors. The old man has guarded it all his life, and it's time to pass it on to those who need it. ”

"Oh?!"

The Book of War?

Yin Fusheng has never fought, and when he went to Guangning, he didn't understand the art of war and tactics at all, and he said that he was not worried, which was also comforting.

At this time, when he heard it, the old man gave him a book of soldiers, not the best gift. As the saying goes: grinding the gun in battle is not fast, but it is also light. God help me.

Yin Fusheng immediately opened the cloth bag, looked at it, and saw an old hand-copied book in the bag, on the white and yellowed book cover, and the handwritten four characters: "Ji Xiao New Book".