The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the gusts of cold wind blowing from outside the M-N Pass in the north make people can't help but tighten their clothes and just want to move forward quickly. A few days later, out of Huguan, Zhao Xing and his party of four turned to the caravan heading north, Zhao Xing's mother and son were in front, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao were carrying goods behind, and they found Changzi County all the way.

I saw a Zhuangzi near the mountains and rivers in the distance, which was Lijiazhuang. Entering the village, a pastoral scene came into Zhao Xing's eyes, only to see "the green tree village is close to the edge, the green mountains are oblique outside", between the towering haystacks on the threshing floor, from time to time there is a few children catching M-hide frolic, and the sound of horses neighing and cows in the distance ho;n together, adding a bit of tranquility and peace to this village.

Coming to a village about three into the village M-N, Zhao Xingniang Li Y-Wan knocked on the M-N ring.

After a while, a white servant came out. "Uncle Zheng", Li Y-Wan stepped forward to say hello.

"Ah, it's Y-Wan back!" The servant who was called Uncle Zheng was slightly stunned, and after seeing the person clearly, he immediately stepped forward to greet him enthusiastically.

Seeing Zhao Xing, who was carrying a gun and a bow behind Li Y-Wan, although Zheng Bo had a little plan in his heart, he still asked with some hesitation, "Who is this?"

"Uncle Zheng, this is my child. Xing'er, call Grandpa Zheng quickly," Zhao said with some pride on the side.

"Hello Grandpa Zheng!" Zhao Xing unequivocally stepped forward and sang an F-i.

"Good, good, good!" Zheng Bo muttered as he welcomed the four of them into the courtyard. "After you got married, the last time you went back to your parents' house was more than ten years ago, right?

"Who's to say it isn't. Uncle Zheng, my lord has been in good health all these years?", all the way inside, Zhao and Zheng Bo were doing homely.

"Alas, over the years, the master's health has not been as good as before, and he has worked hard for the affairs of a few young masters and young masters, and now he is like me, old, useless!" Zheng Bo sighed and said.

"Is my mother okay?" Zhao asked cautiously.

"Your mother...... , alas, your mother left the year before last, and a wind and cold couldn't tǐng to stay, let's go......" Zheng Boyi said happily.

Hearing this, Li Y-Wan stumbled under his feet, and Zhao Xing hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

As soon as he entered the hall of the courtyard in the middle, after Zheng Bo invited Zhao Xing and the two to sit down, he hurriedly went to the backyard to call Zhao Xing's grandfather Li Qing to come out to meet him.

Tea Kung Fu, accompanied by the "bang" sound of crutches hitting the blue brick floor, only to hear a trembling voice from outside the hall M-N, "Y-Wan is back, help me to meet ......" As he spoke, an old man with a white and frail face and a cane walked over from behind the screen.

"Dad!" Zhao hurriedly stepped forward to help him, "NV is not filial, so you are worried...... Zhao said in a choked voice.

"Huan'er, your mother didn't wait for you to come back to see her, she has already ......left," Li Qing shook his head and said sadly.

"Huan'er has already heard Uncle Zheng say that she knows about it, but she is not filial and she came back late. Zhao Xingzhuo held back tears and said softly.

"Xing'er, this is your grandfather, why don't you hurry up and kneel down!"

"I've seen grandpa!" Zhao Xing touched his knees to the ground and solemnly kowtowed to Li Qing.

"Okay!Okay!Okay!Xing'er, hurry up!" Li Qing happily helped Zhao Xing up.

Looking at Zhao Xing, who was a heroic and heroic person in front of him, and the two fierce gods and evil but well-behaved people following behind him, Li Qing's eyes could not hide the gods of appreciation and comfort. Thinking of the unsuccessful children and grandchildren under his knees, Li Qing felt helpless and a little bitter in his heart.

After the relatives of both sides met, it was natural to ask for warmth and warmth to the parents. Zhao Xing was also ceremoniously introduced by his mother to several uncles and cousins.

Looking at the large number of brothers and sisters in front of him, Zhao Xing was a little big, just remembering the names of these places would take a lot of time. It really responds to a common saying - a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and although the Li Qing family is not as prosperous as his brothers, it is also incomparable to ordinary small families.

Hearing that Zhao Si has passed away, Zhao Xing's mother and son now have nowhere to live, Li Qing did not show dislike and disdain, after all, the two in front of him are also his blood relatives. As for what the cheap uncles and cousins who had just met were thinking, it could be seen from their faces.

Among the crowd, there are also a few male NVs of the same age as Zhao Xing who are full of excitement, full of curiosity and enthusiasm for Zhao Xing's arrival. They are: Zhao Xing's second uncle's youngest son, 13-year-old Li Jinsi, Zhao Xing's third uncle's eldest son, 17-year-old Li Jinwu, and Zhao Xing's aunt's daughter, Xu Wanting, who is one year older than Zhao Xing.

Although Li Jinsi is relatively weak, he likes to read military books and strategies since he was a child, and has the dream of assisting Ming Jun to become a virtuous minister; Li Jinwu is tall, majestic and powerful, and is actually a rare strong man in front of and behind the mountain; Xu Wanting inherited the beauty and virtuous lady of the Li family, although she is only fifteen years old, she has already fallen out like her own name.

These brothers and sisters are obviously more enthusiastic about Zhao Xing than other relatives. Li Jinwu pulled Zhao Xing and kept mowing the spear in his hand; Li Jinsi looked up and down around Zhao Xing; Xu Wanting and her aunt, that is, Zhao Xing's mother, were talking in a whisper, and her eyes swept to Zhao Xing's side a few times from time to time.

Zhao Xing thought to himself: "It is said that dragons give birth to nine sons, and the sons are different. If you look at my distant m-n relatives, you can also distinguish the difference. In the future, you need to carefully distinguish and find a few places that can follow you ho;n...... Quack"