June.

The heat has arrived, the red heat is unstoppable, and the entire Xuanzhou City seems to be roasted.

The Shatuo army outside the city has not moved for a long time.

Xingzhi got the news that Yao Shu and his father and son took refuge in King Shatuo. When she got the news, she immediately went to find Yang Xutang.

Yang Xutang's injuries have almost healed, and most of the time during the day, he patrols the city. He didn't ride a horse, he walked under the scorching sun, almost every street.

Many times I will meet a lot of people, and the people love to pull him to talk, and often like this, it is a day.

He no longer seemed to care whether there were strong soldiers outside the city, and let the people live as usual, and only instructed the city defense to be strictly guarded.

When Xingzhi found him, he was eating somen noodles at a grandmother's noodle stall and talking to her grandmother's little grandson.

Grandma's children died in the war a few years ago, and only a little grandson remained.

Last month, the Shatuo army attacked the city with rockets, and Grandma's stall was burned down. Yang Xutang ordered someone to repair her, built a new shed, and has been frequent since then.

Grandma's youngest grandson is only six years old, and he has a bald head, only a small twitch on the back of his head. He wore a somewhat torn shirt, and his cloth shoes were also torn.

The others are big ghosts and help grandma run a stall.

Recently, Yang Xutang often came over, so he looked for an opportunity to talk to him, and he also played immature and jerky boxing in front of Yang Xutang, and asked Yang Xutang to give advice.

Yang Xutang likes the little bald head very much, one big and one small often talk, and will point him to tricks.

Little child, but in a few days, he really learned a few simple boxing techniques.

"Sir, I will also be a soldier in the future, and drive out those barbarians who burned our houses."

Yang Sutang smiled lightly: "You are young, it's better to study first......

"It's very ......difficult to read," the little bald head looked embarrassed.

"It's really hard, and it's fun......"

Interesting? The little bald head doesn't understand.

At this point, the stop comes. She got on her horse, jumped off her horse and smiled, "Of course it's funny!" ”

When Yang Sutang saw her, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Xingzhi sat next to Yang Xutang: "Grandma, a bowl of somen ......"

"Good class...... Grandma also knew Song Xingzhi and immediately went to cook noodles.

Xingzhi touched Xiaoguang's head and said, "If you learn to write, I'll give you a whip, how about it?" ”

"General, is it the same as the whip on your waist?" The little bald head saw the whip on Xingzhi's waist, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes."

"Words count!" The little bald head seemed to have made up his mind.

Xingzhi smiled, Grandma's face was better, and she came over and smiled: "General, the child is still young, you don't have to be like him." ”

"Who said that?" Xingzhi smiled, "I'll go back and give the book to the little radish head, and when he learns the words on it, he can ask me for a whip at any time." ”

"The general is a big official, and his words count, and Mr. heard it." The little bald head said.

Yang Xutang nodded: "Well, I heard it." ”

Xingzhi was hungry, sat down and ate the noodles first, and then said the information he had just gotten.

After hearing this, Yang Xutang's expression was slightly gloomy.

"Teacher, my little uncle is really impressive!"

"......" Yang Xutang didn't want to judge more.

"The Shatuo Army has been standing still recently, and I don't know if there will be other conspiracies?" Xingzhi said.

"He should have done something, but we haven't noticed it yet." Yang Xutang saw that Xingzhi was eating noodles, his lips moved, and there was a piece of green onion on his lips, his throat was slightly tight, and he couldn't help but reach out to brush the green onion off her lips.