Thirty years of Zhaowu in the Great Sui Empire, thirty years have passed since Yang Yuanqing ascended the throne, the country is peaceful and the people are prosperous, after thirty years of hard work, the national strength of the Great Sui has completely recovered the strength of the emperor's heyday, and the population has recovered from 20 million when Yang Yuanqing ascended the throne to 43 million, more than 6 million households.

Xizhou Xiaye County, here is the westernmost county of the Great Sui Empire, guarded by Yang Yuanqing's third son, Yang Zhi, the king of Long, with a garrison of 80,000.

Broken Leaf City is also the transit station of the Silk Road, in the sixth year of Zhaowu, after the complete destruction of the Western Turks, the trade of the Silk Road gradually flourished, and the Broken Leaf City became the largest transit trade city, with a population of more than 300,000 people.

On this morning, a caravan of more than 300 camels slowly entered the city, led by a Han man in his thirties, of medium stature, with large ears, perhaps because of his years of business, his skin looked a little dark.

When the procession came to a stop in front of a large mansion, the man jumped off his camel and ran towards a woman of about fifty years old who was looking at the gate, "Mother, I'm back!" ”

The woman was overjoyed, "Sihua, you have finally returned, and you have been gone for three months!" ”

"Mother, my uncle has now been promoted to the secretary of the military department."

"Shh The woman whispered, "Don't mention him in front of your father." ”

The man stuck out his tongue in fright and asked with a smile, "Where's Daddy?" ”

"Go to the West Cemetery early in the morning, and your third brother is also there."

"I'm going to see Daddy, I have something important to tell."

"Go!"

The man did not enter the mansion, turned back and ordered the caravan a few words, and hurried to the west of the mansion.

The West Cemetery is a private cemetery located just outside the west wall of the mansion and is also owned by the owner of the mansion.

At this time, the owner of the mansion, a man in his fifties, was staring at a newly erected tombstone, his hair was gray, and the thirty years passed in a flash, making him feel the insignificance of being in the long river of history.

There is a line of small words engraved on the tombstone, the tomb of the righteous brother Wei Chi Gong, staring at it for a long time, he sighed lowly.

"Father, it's going to rain, go back!" A young man next to him whispered.

"Wait a little longer." The man's voice looked a little old.

At this time, a man named Sihua walked into the cemetery, and when the young man saw him, he was surprised and said, "Father, the eldest brother is back." ”

Sihua hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down on his knees and kowtowed, "The child is not filial, and he can't be taken care of by his father's side." ”

"Get up!"

A loving smile appeared on the man's face, "You seem to be a little darker." ”

"Father, the child has seen Yang Yuanqing."

Hearing the name Yang Yuanqing, the man's face sank slightly, but he was a little nervous in his heart, and asked as plainly as possible, "What did he say?" ”

He said that the fallen leaves returned to their roots and agreed with his father to return to his hometown.

The man's eyes suddenly turned a little red, after thirty years, can he finally go back?

He looked at the tombstones again and whispered to himself, "Brothers, I will take you back with me." ”

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Chang'an, Wubenfang Hongnong County Palace, here was originally Yang Su's Yue Wangfu, and now it is the mansion of Yang Wei, the head of the Hongnong Yang family.

Yang Wei in the seventh year of Zhaowu and Qin Huaiyu, the general of the left guard of the horse, led the army to crusade against the northern Khitan rebellion, and destroyed the Khitan and Murwei, and made great contributions, Yang Wei was crowned as a hussar general, and entered the king of Hongnong County as a clan.

At this time, the outside of the mansion was heavily guarded, and thousands of Yulin troops blocked the streets to and fro, and strangers were not allowed to approach the west courtyard.

In a small courtyard in the west courtyard, it still maintains the appearance of the year, and the small courtyard has been renovated a few years ago.

Niuniu's big dustpan for practicing martial arts is still in the corner of the wall, and the small tree that Yang Yuanqing practiced when he was three years old has grown into a towering tree.

In the courtyard, Yang Yuanqing and Chuchen, who already had gray hair on their temples, supported each other, silently watching this small courtyard where they lived when they were young, and sixty years had passed.

In the old picture of sixty years ago, a little girl with a pink carving was riding a bamboo horse in the yard, and suddenly she saw a little boy tilting her head to look at herself, and she also tilted her head and looked at him with a grin.

Yuan Qing immediately fell in love with her, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Niu Niu, what about you?"

"My name is Yuanqing!"

Sixty years have passed, the deceased is gone, only the living cherish each other, Yang Yuanqing picked up an old bamboo horse from the corner of the wall, handed it to the dust, and said with a slight smile: "If there is still reincarnation, I would love to see you ride it again." ”

Out of the dust smiled, "Didn't you say that Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums?" I hope you came to me on it. ”

The two glanced at each other, and both showed a warm smile, and their hands were clasped tightly.

[End of the book]