So the question is, when Li Shuangyu became the youngest incumbent bureaucrat in Tang history, the Si Tian Bureau and the craftsman supervisor devoted themselves to the study of the true qi engine, where was Anduin?

The secret agent of the Hundred Cavalry Division began the search silently, and any abnormal movement could not be hidden under the tightly woven intelligence network, and Li Dong was convinced that it was only a matter of time before he found this person surnamed An Yiren.

Henan Road, a remote Shili Village.

This village also has another name, the widow's village.

At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the world rose together, and you sang and I appeared. It is said that one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, so in the process of chasing the Central Plains, those dry bones that fell on the side of the road will be paid attention to?

A wave of warlords killed the heads of the people, and the adult men in Shili Village were all pulled into strong men, and later even the young man with no beard on his mouth and the gray-haired old man were forcibly dragged away, becoming a few inconspicuous footnotes in the melee at the end of the Sui Dynasty.

By the time Li Yuan settled in the Central Plains, the war finally subsided, and Shili Village became a widow's village, and the women could only struggle to survive on the desperate border and carry the family business with difficulty.

A group of dwarf, thin bear children with snotty noses walked in groups on the barren mountains, the oldest was no more than eight or nine years old, and the youngest was only six years old.

Occasionally, he would pick up one or two suitable pieces of firewood from the pile of fallen leaves and throw them into the bamboo basket to serve as fuel for cooking at home.

This work is not as simple as imagined, the firewood that is too thick cannot be carried on the back, the wood that is too thin is not burned, and the layers of fallen leaves also cover the holes in the ground, and you will stumble if you are not careful.

The mountain road is long, the sun is three poles, but there is not much warmth on the body, the autumn wind blows the thin linen clothes of the bear children, and the hunger is exhausted.

The children of poor families are in charge early, and this simple sentence really contains too much bitterness. In Chang'an or Luoyang, children from well-off families can still hope to watch the juggling of the Western Regions and eat some Huguo sugar cakes when the Shangyuan Lantern Festival is held, and they can think about the taste of meat in their dreams at most.

The slightly older bear child's face is engraved with maturity that does not belong to this age, and it is said that on the day he was born, the entire sky was obscured by a red cloud that resembled a tiger and leopard.

According to common sense, he should be called Zhao Hu, and the most unfortunate should be called Zhao Bao, but unfortunately he was born in a farmer's family, and they all said that he would be able to take a cheap name to make a living, so he had to be called Zhao Mao.

There was no firewood in the bamboo basket behind Zhao Mao, only two thin layers of red cloth, and I don't know what was inside. He looked at the sky, wiped his dusty face, turned to his companion and said, "It's noon, let's go to the gentleman's." ”

Hearing this, the bear children, who had not been able to lift their spirits, immediately breathed a lot of energy, as if they had been touched by the painter's brush, and ran happily along the mountain road.

Their destination was a small wooden house halfway up the mountainside, and it was noon, and a wisp of cooking smoke floated over the humble wooden house.

Zhao Mao and his companions stopped in front of the bamboo fence outside the wooden house, turned around with a solemn face and said, "Cheng Er, take out the things." ”

The bear child who was named by him stood up with a twist, his hands shrunk behind his back, "Cousin......"

"At this time, you remember that I am your cousin, bring it!"

Zhao Mao couldn't help but say that he stepped forward and snatched a delicate and delicate wooden lacquered doll from behind Cheng Er, in fact, it didn't look like a doll, it was more like a sergeant wearing some kind of weird armor and a pig's nose-like mask on his mouth.

If Zhao Mao could understand the characters of later generations, then he would have found the words "MS-05 First No. Zagu" engraved on the base of the doll.

Zhao Mao looked at it twice and stuffed it back into the second-hand, "Wait until you make amends to your husband, do you know?"

Cheng Er drew circles back and forth on the sandy ground with his toes, and nodded with a chatter.

Zhao Mao turned around with satisfaction, patted the fence, and shouted loudly, "Sir, we are here." ”

After a long time, the middle-aged man's lazy voice came from the wooden house: "Ah..... Come on in. ”

The children of the bears jumped open the fence gate and rushed into the hut.

From the outside, the hut looked cramped and cramped, but when you went inside, it was spacious and bright, with brightly colored beast fur hanging from the wall to protect it from the wind, and at the top hung a strong bow and its leather quiver.

On the wall of the wooden house is a slightly rudimentary wooden table, on which there are a number of delicate wooden objects scattered around, and if you look closely, they are all miniature versions of pavilions, painted boats, fishing boats, and even the faces of the people inside the wood carvings can be seen when you get closer.

The tall shelves beside the wooden tables are filled with books ranging from bamboo slips to silk and a wide variety of contents, from Confucian classics to local county chronicles and even comic strips of colorful villains.

The owner of this wooden house was the middle-aged man who sat behind the stove and cooked on the fire, he claimed to be surnamed An, and he came to a barren mountain outside Shili Village alone for two months, and built a simple wooden house to live in.

With his help, Shili Village dug a new well, built a few canals, and helped harvest crops before the time limit.

As the smoke dissipated, the stove filled the stove with the smell of rich and luscious meat, and the children sat by the stove with their eyes dripping down.

The corners of Anduin's eyes twitched, and he sighed helplessly: "I haven't eaten yet....."

More than a dozen pairs of starry eyes glared at each other, as if some unscrupulous owners in later generations were teasing a group of small milk cats with cat teasing sticks.

"Alas, it's all here, let's add a dozen pairs of dishes and chopsticks...."Anduin scratched his head tangledly, and waved his hand to let the child go to the cupboard to get the bowl.

Without waiting for the little friend to leave, Zhao Mao shouted in a low voice: "Wash your hands before eating! Don't stain Mr.'s dishes and chopsticks." ”

The bear children looked at their dark palms, and ran awkwardly to the well outside the hut, and shook the bucket of water to clean it in turn.

Seeing his companion walking away, Zhao Mao pulled out Cheng Er, who was hiding behind him, and said to Anduin: "Sir, Cheng Er, he stole your doll yesterday, and I brought him over to make amends." ”

With that, he carefully removed the bamboo basket behind his back, lifted the red cloth inside, and took out five eggs and placed them on Anduin's wooden table.

Zhao Mao glared at Cheng Er, pinched the latter's neck, and the two bear children knelt down in unison.

"As the second brother of Cheng, I am not strict in discipline, and I ask my husband to punish me. ”

"Get up, it's just a figure, I made it for you, and when you leave, you take the others and no one takes one away. Anduin seemed to remember something, and sighed: "It's still the simplicity of the bear children in this era, I can already predict the terrifying picture of those otaku who play rotten rubber figurines being ruled by their relatives' bear children during the Spring Festival." ”