There are some things that Yu Zhiwei has a clear heart for.

Love is love, but her eldest brother has some views on the problem, and she still doesn't dare to agree.

There is nothing wrong with being stable, but after all, you can't do everything like this, and you can't do anything like that.

Moreover, Yu Jingning has the appearance of "only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps".

So, the two brothers and sisters who insisted on their own words broke up again.

Yu Zhiwei grabbed two handfuls of hair, and thought very distressedly, it really makes sense for the sages to teach people the golden mean. She stretched out her hands, slender like two chicken paws, and her shoulders were also thin child-no wonder Yu Jingning didn't worry about her, she really didn't feel safe.

Yu Jingning is a typical old-school father and brother, and he is by no means a kind and kind person who spoils his juniors and younger siblings, and he has never encouraged praise, and it is already the greatest affirmation if he does not reprimand with a black face. But even if Yu Zhiwei knew this, she still wanted something more.

She has to grow up, at least until Yu Jingning can rest assured that she can take part of the burden, and don't let him support the Yu family's boat alone in the wind and waves. This is not only a youthful spirit that refuses to admit defeat, but also ......

She wanted to stand side by side beside Yu Jingning and leave a mark on his ideal of "governing the country and leveling the world".

People always have to hope for life, in the past, they had to remember the hatred of the Gu family, but now they have added another one.

Just like Yun Cui said when she sent her away.

She has a head.

Yu Zhiwei patted the fine snowflakes falling on his shoulders, and didn't turn his head back to the city wall.

……

On the twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, Wu Liangha led his soldiers to attack Ningyuan City again, and fought fiercely for two days, but to no avail.

On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, Duoyan Khan Bu Rigude personally arrived and commanded the army of Uliangha to attack the city again. The sky was clear, there were no dark clouds, and no snow had fallen. The defenders of Ningyuan turned their artillery on the enemy's Taicheng City, and the dead spots gradually decreased, killing and wounding a large number of Wuliangha cavalry. The Uliangha army was afraid of artillery fire and did not dare to approach the city, and its generals drove the troops with swords, only to return to the city, snatched the corpses, and transported them to the brick kiln outside the west gate of the city for incineration. Helpless, Burigud ordered the troops to retreat, and the place where he camped was moved back five miles.

In addition to the harassment of a small group of cavalry on the twenty-ninth and thirty days of the lunar month, it can be regarded as ushering in a rare period of peace.

So in addition to continuing to build the Ningyuan Acropolis, everyone in the city was busy preparing for the New Year's Festival.

The group of women and children who had been locked up in the urn city were carefully examined before they were released into the city, but Yu Zhiwei still felt a little unsafe, so he was separated from the previous homeless people.

The move was purposeful.

The former displaced people were more or less mobilized to participate in the battle, either to transport supplies, or to help care for the wounded and sick, or to help build the walls and dig trenches, and some of the able-bodied men simply took the swords and defended the city with the soldiers. And this group of people who were snatched back from the hands of the Uliangha were mixed into the war, and no one could rest assured.

That day, she had just finished all the work of the homeless settlement, and hurried to the camp with a pear flower gun—wanting to practice for a while before lunch.

If she really practiced her true knowledge, she had been fighting against Uliangha almost non-stop in the past few days, and her bird skills were much more sophisticated, so she didn't want to slack off on the pear flower gun.

She walked quickly, but she didn't expect a person to suddenly appear around the corner, Yu Zhiwei was thinking about the homeless people in her mind, and she didn't stop when she didn't pay attention, and hit her head.

In the past few days, the fighting has not stopped, and the soldiers in the city are used to waiting for the rest of their lives, and usually do not remove their armor. The man who came was tall, and Yu Zhiwei's whole face hit the fish scale armor on his chest, and he hit the fish scale mark on his face.

The man hurriedly grabbed the bow bag and quiver hanging on his leather belt, stopped them from swaying around, and smiled at Yu Zhiwei: "Miss Yu, go fast, this is going to Gaha?" ”

Yu Zhiwei touched his face with a hideous face, and suddenly felt that he didn't break his appearance when he cut it against the Wuliangha people, but now he was about to be scratched by Hou Yongshou's fish scale armor: "Hiss...... Yes...... I went to practice the gun. ”

"Mr. Yu was just looking for a girl." Hou Yongshou saw that Yu Zhiwei's face was not good, and rubbed his hands a little embarrassed, "Let's eat pork stewed vermicelli today, it's a big pot, it's also going to be the New Year." ”

"Thank you. I'll go. Yu Zhiwei arched his hand at Hou Yongshou, "Hou instructed this to go to ......."

"Find someone to make dumplings!" That Hou Yongshou smiled, "Pork and green onion filling!" It's delicious! The girl has finished her lunch together! ”

Hou Yongshou was fast-legged, and he came back when Yu Zhiwei's bowl of rice was not finished, leading a large group of old and young soldiers with a smile.

Yu Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, picked up the chopsticks and pulled the bowl twice, stuffed all the food into his mouth, and quickly put away his own dishes and chopsticks - making room for the dumplings.

Hou Yongshou: "What is the girl running!" Let's make dumplings together! ”

Yu Zhiwei held a bowl in his hand, and grimaced at Hou Yongshou with a hippie smile: "I want to practice guns." Children should listen to their brothers. ”

These words seemed to mean something, and Yu Jingning immediately rolled his eyes.

"It's the New Year." Hou Yongshou stepped forward and patted the shoulder of the young general soldier who had only recently lived and died with him, "There are too many people. ”

Yu Jingning held his forehead: "Put down the gun and come back with clean hands." ”

"Okay!" Yu Zhiwei got the order, and trotted all the way to put the dishes and chopsticks.

She heard it faster than anyone else!

After a while, several large tables were together, several strong men chopped knives on the board with a clang, green onions covered the blood of raw pork, and a few spoonfuls of salt were mixed down, exuding a pungent salty fragrance.

Yu Zhiwei sniffled twice, and even his eyes lit up: "It's so fragrant!" Last year, during the Chinese New Year, there were two Yu Jingning and her at home, and the lack of interest was a little awkward, and even the dumplings were exempted.

The flour was piled up on the table like a mountain, a hole was wiped in the middle, water was poured down, and several teenagers with noodles rolled up their sleeves, their hands were red from the cold, and they wiped the white noodles all over their faces.

Soon, the stuffing and noodles were ready, and a few of the skin-rolling subordinates were fast, and the dumpling wrappers were passed over one by one.

"A gentleman is far away from cooking", Yu Jingning is a noble son of a lord's family, he doesn't know how to make dumplings, and he sits on the side and is at a loss for a while.

Yu Zhiwei finally found a place where he could reprimand his brother: "The sage said that you will live to learn all the time." Big brother, you are only sixteen years old when you turn the New Year, and it's not too late to learn. ”

"......" Yu Jingning looked cold, "Which saint said that." ”

It doesn't matter which saint he said, Yu Zhiwei rolled his eyes twice: "Ancestor, you just condescend to the noble and learn!" ”