Winter has arrived. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWhen I woke up early in the morning, the city next to the water was full of white fog.

At this moment, the sun came out, the fog had long since dissipated, and when you took a breath, you could see a white trumpet-shaped column of air in the air.

Thanks to the heating in the house, there is no longer a need for that kind of stove in winter, and it bakes people with oil.

Yuan Mo opened the door and looked at the reckless Beibi Mountain, his head was in chaos.

He knew that in the family, because of his marriage with the Zhao family, many things seemed to be avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally.

If it weren't for the news that Yuan Qing overheard from other housekeepers, he would still be kept in the dark.

Why did the family push Yuan Shao out again and again? Could it be that my father's life has not been long in coming?

Thinking of this, Yuan Mo couldn't help but shudder, remembering that the second brother Zhao Yun said to himself: "There are many talents in the world, and only after a lot of tempering can they become characters." ”

The original brother, who treated him like a brother at the beginning, just wanted to take the position of General Zhennan?

"Uncle Qing!" He has been successful in cultivating the guiding technique, and with the resources of the Yuan family, he is now the pinnacle of a third-rate martial artist, even if he breaks through the second-rate, it is only in ten days, his ears and eyes are clear, and it is not surprising that he can judge the footsteps of an acquaintance.

"Childe, it's very cold outside, and it is said that it is frozen on the edge of the water, so you must pay attention to your body." Yuan Qing is an ordinary person, working hard for the Seventh Prince, who is only in his forties, and his back is a little awkward.

"Thank you, Uncle Qing, I'm fine." Yuan Mo smiled bitterly in his heart, how could people who had not cultivated know the physique of a martial artist: "There are not many people around me who can be trusted, and you are undoubtedly the most trustworthy among them." ”

"This time, I need you to disguise yourself and claim to be a gift to Mei'er. Of course, that batch of gifts will definitely be given by someone, and they will have to go with the Zhao family's caravan. ”

"You don't have to worry about the specific operation over there. I'll go to my father-in-law's side in a moment and talk to him about it. ”

"Childe, if you have any orders, just say it." Yuan Qing's nose was a little sour.

The soldier died as a confidant, and he also knew that his son-in-law would rise in status as he married the Zhao family, and he would receive more and more open guns and arrows within the family.

"I need you to go to the camp of the Southern Expeditionary Army and see the second brother in person." Yuan Mo was a little apologetic, after all, he didn't let the other party reveal his identity in the past, and he was still very reluctant: "Tell him what you heard." ”

Originally, through Zhao Meng, there must be a way to quickly deliver the message.

However, he wanted Zhao Yun to owe him a favor. Kinship, what's the use? The key is the involvement of interests.

He was well-informed, and through his travels to Zhending, he understood a lot of things.

Sometimes I suddenly think that my mother can't have children, and my biological mother married into the Yuan family as a flat wife, and died suddenly after she turned one year old.

It's a pity that her mother, as the daughter of the great Confucian Ma Rong, can't publicize the ugliness of the family, even if she can't check it, I believe that all clues will be cut off.

Yuan Qing left, and when he left the courtyard, Yuan Mo sensed it, and no one around noticed it.

Looking east from Luoyang City, less than a hundred miles out of the city, it is his manor.

This is the sadness, the seventh child of the Yuan family, even the manor is so far away.

In the summer, he planned to go to the manor first, and stop by Runan to go to the grave. found the human tragedy over there, and no longer had the mood to return to his ancestral hometown.

It is said that it also belongs to Gyeonggi, but I didn't expect a sudden flood to overflow from the tributaries of the Seosu, and soon even the river embankment collapsed, and the once plastered land became a swamp country.

Due to the low-lying terrain, the flood waters remained submerged for more than a month before receding.

There is a very famous farmer here, his name is Zhou Cang, and he is just reaching the crown. He was famous not because he planted his crops well, but because he was famous for hunting.

The Funiu Mountains, high and low mountains, are everywhere, and if it weren't for the fact that his hometown is located between several slightly higher mountains, forming a small basin, the flood would not have been able to go away for a long time.

Now that he closes his eyes, he can remember the scene.

The water came so suddenly that night that I slept in the attic, and in the middle of the night I was swept away by the flood, grabbed a piece of wood, and swam ashore the next day.

It's gone, there's nothing, Daddy, Auntie, and younger siblings are all swept up in the flood.

The beasts of the mountains may be fierce to ordinary people, but they cannot withstand the monstrous floods, and even the turf on the ground has been swept away from the mountains and forests after the floods.

Coupled with being unarmed, it is estimated that if you really encounter a fierce beast, you will only be killed.

Fortunately, on the road of endless heaven, Zhou Cang found that there was an animal that was still active, and that was the mouse.

After a long hunt, even if he didn't have a homemade bow and arrow, he could quickly crush the wandering rats to death with stones.

After eating the leaves for several days, with little strength in his hands, the hapless rat was hit on the foot by a stone that had lost its head.

Zhou Cang strode forward without hesitation, the potential of people who burst out in despair was unimaginable, and he strangled the rat to death.

There was no fire, no tools, and even peeling was troublesome.

He found a sharp stone, scraped off the skin of the rat in a few strokes, and ate the raw rat meat with his eyes closed.

In the fields, apart from the occasional flying bird, there was not a single living thing, and swollen corpses were everywhere, emitting a disgusting stench.

Seeing that he couldn't walk in the field, Zhou Cang didn't even have a fig leaf on his body, endured the smell, found some clothes that rushed to the side of the mountain, found a pool to wash, took it in his hand, and walked towards the place where the sun rose.

He was illiterate, and he didn't know exactly where he was going, but he knew that when the sun came out, he could warm his body a little more.

The next day, his clothes were dry, and he walked barefoot through the mountains and forests, and the clothes he had just put on were hung up from time to time, and the whole person was almost like a flower child.

He couldn't eat the raw rat meat anymore, and he saw that there were a lot of mountain throwers, and he didn't care about the mud on it, so he blew on the side of his mouth, wiped it with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

It didn't matter if I was bitten by a mosquito while sleeping at night, and one night, a snake crawled over me. Zhou Cang, who was usually bold, was so frightened that he didn't move, for fear of biting himself.

At last, he walked out of the small basin, knelt silently at the edge, and came to a populated place.

"Is it from Zhoujiaao?" A man glanced at it: "Over there, our Yellow Turban Road is giving porridge, hurry up!" ”

Zhou Cang didn't speak, the truth was that he no longer had the strength to speak.

The porridge was too thin, and a figure could be seen inside, and he hadn't eaten food for more than a month, so he ate four bowls in one go, poured them directly into his mouth, and when he wanted to eat again, there was no more.

Later, a person appeared on the high platform, saying that he was the reincarnation of the gods, the personal disciple of the god Zhang Jiao Daxian.

When he arrived in the crowd, Zhou Cang couldn't hold back any longer, he hadn't slept for a long time, and he fell asleep with his head tilted.

When he woke up, the sky was full of stars, and there were still many people who had fled from various places around him, and as for his family, who would never see him in his life, he knew very well that they were all drowned.

"Are you Brother Zhou Cang?" A deep voice came from the side.

"Who am you?" After not speaking for a long time, he realized that his voice was hoarse, and he suspected that it was not his own voice.

"We are our family, my name is Zhou Yang, and I met you once three years ago." The man couldn't see his face clearly in the dark night.

This name is familiar, Zhou Cang's head is a little wooden, and he thought about it for a long time before he remembered that he was a talented man of the Zhou family, a distant cousin.

"Brother, let me tell you, now that Zhennan General Zhao Yunnan is on the march, let's go to the army and fight for a future." Zhou Yang simply put his mouth close to his ear.

So, Zhou Cang followed this brother to the world of scholars, and the information was very developed.

As soon as they arrived in the county seat, Zhou Yang's classmates found a donkey cart for the two of them, came to Luoyang, and joined Yang Biao's army as an auxiliary.

The two have always been brothers, and later they simply recognized their brothers.

Zhou Yang saw that he was without the care of his family, and it was extremely difficult for him to embark on a career in office, and that day in the place where the refugees gathered, even if he was so hungry that he was human-shaped, he still recognized Zhou Cang at a glance.

Even if he can't be in politics, he can mix food and clothing as a soldier, not only can he write and calculate, but he also has a powerful brother, so he can naturally mix well in the barracks.

Not to mention, before the troops arrived in Guiyang County, Zhou Yang became a small force in the rear army to settle accounts.

The soldiers passed through the Weipu Pass, and heard the soldiers proudly say how the marshal could pinch and calculate, and the barbarians screamed.

From that moment on, Zhou Cang's blood boiled, he wanted to be a real soldier and fight on the battlefield.

He was going to recruit soldiers in Zhongsu, and when he heard that the auxiliary soldiers should also be regular soldiers, the recruiter was very happy, and handed him a spear, and he was eligible to stab him fifty times in a row.

It's too light! Zhou Cang had already recovered after the food of the troops.

Fifty times? Underestimate people!

He didn't know how many times he had stabbed him, and the onlookers next to him counted on the side: "Eight hundred and one, eight hundred and two"

At this time, a man came out of the crowd, and he said to the recruiter: "This kid is good, I want it!" ”

Later, Zhou Cang knew that this person was his immediate boss, and his name was Zhao Dezhu.

Today, he is on duty in good spirits, because he can finally see the legendary handsome. (To be continued.) )