Today is another good weather, although there is still a cold wind, but at least there is the sun today, and the winter has been getting longer and longer in recent years.

It has been five or six days since Li Niang moved to Tongying Mansion, and with her son, a little boy with a tiger head, he looks like a martial arts practitioner, at least that's what Li Niang thinks.

When he was in northern Xinjiang, his father would teach his son some kung fu, and he heard some military masters who often ate and drank from their home tents say that the tiger baby must be a captain when he grows up, and his father is always very happy to hear this, although he always doesn't say it.

The child with a big mouth and his father said in his mouth what kind of captain is the hero on the tip of the mountain, how can the tiger baby have that good life, it would be good to be able to eat a bite of official food. While smiling, he added two taels of mutton and half a catty of haggis to a few military masters, and then brought over a wine bag, and then said with a smile that he would not charge money, and the military master would eat well.

Wait for the child's father to work for a while, throw the dried horse manure into the stove, make the fire more vigorous, and then scoop himself a bowl of mutton bone soup with white flowers, and do not put haggis or mutton, just sit on a small pestle, and chat and eat wine with the military master who often comes to drink miscellaneous.

In addition to pouring some wine from the wine bag into the dry soup bowl for the child's father, the military master will also use chopsticks to insert a piece of mutton into the child's father, saying that he will eat wine and not meat, and his mouth is a little dull.

The child's father's dark face is a little red, and the wine sold by the child's father will be mixed with some water, and the military masters know it, but they don't say it explicitly, it's just the cleverness and cunning of some little people.

The child's father usually just took the mutton, said a good military master, and then took a bite and gave it to the tiger baby who was practicing boxing on the side.

The tiger baby practiced the two or three plausible fists and feet taught by the child's father, and could also practice sweating on the forehead, the tiger baby held the mutton and gnawed, the child's father held the tiger baby, holding a bowl of bad wine mixed with water, and listened to a few military masters chatting.

Life in northern Xinjiang is getting worse and worse, one or two people will freeze to death on the horse farm from time to time, and many newborn lambs will not survive to stand up.

They still have some military pay for their soldiers, but the herdsmen who herd horses for the official family have little salary, so they can only take their own sheep with them when they herd the horses, and the grassland of the official family is always the fattest, and their own sheep can also eat fatter.

Sima in charge of the horse farm always turned a blind eye to the flock of sheep that his father clumsily hid behind the horses, just one or twenty sheep, and couldn't gnaw a few grass roots, but it was just the cleverness and cunning of some little people.

The winter of the past few years is getting longer and longer, the days are not easy, the weather is cold, drinking a bowl of his mother-in-law's haggis is also enjoyable, just give it to the two sons, no big money, this vast area, there is nowhere to spend money.

Bitter people, more or less will always know some things in their hearts, their own sheep are grazing on the grassland of the official family, this is going to lose their heads, but the only one who can punish the crime within a hundred miles is this Sima, Sima never said, but occasionally came to his tent to drink two bowls of miscellaneous soup for nothing.

Sima's mouth said that he drank for nothing, and sometimes he would throw down a few coins or even broken silver when he was happy, and asked the child's father to ask the dealer who collected the sheep to buy some real wine, not to be fooled by those merchants to buy some wine mixed with water, and the loss was a bit of a bag.

At this time, Li Niang and the child's father would always bow their waists, and promise to Sima one by one, filming some leaky sycophants who couldn't think of many words.

Li Niang always nestled in the arms of the child's father before going to bed at night and listened to the child's father say that Sima is a good person, Sima is a good official, and Sima is a good Sima.

That's all there is to it.

Suffer a loss, you suffer a small loss, he suffers a small loss, I also suffer a small loss, back and forth, this account is not clear, it is always not calculated, and it does not have to be calculated, just to live, there is a hope is a great luck.

No, the hope is coming.

The child's father was very happy to invite Sima from the horse farm to come to the house for a drink, and it was rare that he did not mix water with the wine.

The child's father was so attentive that he beckoned Sima to sit down quickly, beckoned Li Niang to hurry up and scoop mutton and haggis for Sima Sheng soup, and beckoned Huwa to sit next to Sima and pour wine for Sima.

Sima drinks with a cup, and the characters on the tip of the mountain drink differently from ordinary people, and they always have to have some appearance.

Li Niang was a little puzzled, I don't know why the child's father is so happy today, Sima smiled and touched the tiger baby's tiger baby's head, pinched the tiger baby's shoulders and arms, and let the tiger baby break his clenched fist.

Sima only used very little force, and the tiger baby stared at Sima's round eyes, pursed her mouth, gritted her teeth, and used all her strength to break Sima's fist, dangling and knocking over Sima's wine glass.

Sima was not angry, finger after finger, and the tiger baby finally broke Sima's fist.

Sima smiled, laughed very interestingly, took out a thin booklet from his arms under the breastplate, and gave it to the tiger baby, let the tiger baby practice hard, and break his fists next time.

Li Niang also smiled, and the child's father also smiled, smiling very hopefully.

There are no words in the booklet, and there are no words in the booklet, Huwa's family is illiterate, just a boxing book, the simplest and most basic boxing book in Zhou Jun, Sima specially drew it, and he didn't write a word.

Seeing the tiger baby holding this thin booklet, twisting and practicing on the side, Sima took the wine that the child's father had re-poured, drank it dry, twisted up the chopsticks and ate a bite of the haggis brought by Li Niang.

Dried haggis, not soup.

The child's father also picked up chopsticks himself this time, and accompanied Sima to drink and eat miscellaneous, and the mutton had to be boiled again, and then mixed with salt before it was served.

It's also dry, not soupy.

Li Niang squatted on the fire that rose in the middle of the tent, while taking care of the leg of lamb roasted on the fire, while watching the child his father and Sima eat wine, Sima would stop the tiger baby from time to time, tell the tiger baby how to swing the posture, how to fight the fist.

There is hope, Li Niang also served a bowl of bone broth with white flowers, and there were also miscellaneous in it.

The wool and snow outside became more and more frightening, but the tent was warm, and the warm Sima took off all the armor on his upper body and widened his coat.

The tiger baby was like a treasure, and came to look at Sima's armor, knocking on it, touching it, and struggling to lift it up and put it on herself.

The simple appearance made Sima laugh, and he also pointed to some marks on the nail with the child's father and told him about the events when he went out together under General Han's account, and in his own story, he would always cheer with his comrades in the sunset on the battlefield after a hard battle.

Li Niang drank the soup in the bowl, heard a sound of horses' hooves outside the tent, thought that there was another military master to drink and eat miscellaneous, hurriedly got up, and waited next to the curtain.

Sure enough, it was the military master who often came to drink miscellaneous, and before Li Niang and the child and his father could greet him, several military masters hurriedly walked to Sima's side, and just said: "The stable collapsed, it was crushed by the snow." ”

Li Niang watched Sima quickly ban his coat, put on his armor, and walked out of the tent.

When the boy's father heard that the stables had collapsed, he hurried out.

He never came back.

After that night, Li Niang's tent was also crushed by the snow, and the evil goose feather snow was getting bigger and bigger, and Li Niang's efforts to pull the snow on the top of the tent down did not work.

Later, a military master came, let Li Niang leave quickly, Sima had already gone south to confess his guilt to Tongyingfu.

Li Niang's family rescued some things, drove the sheep to drag the plow and began to go south, walked for almost a month and finally arrived at Tongying Mansion, along the way did not eat or eat, and the sheep were almost eaten, only seven or eight were left.

Li Niang is not afraid, Li Niang has hope.

After selling two sheep, the orphan and widow's family rented a small courtyard with others, and sold two sheep to buy some belongings for the family.

Li Niang thought that her children would practice boxing, and Sima would have to make a living when he came out of prison, but the herdsmen on the grassland had no skills in the city, and they lived tightly.

In the end, I had to buy a pot and ask a carpenter brother in the yard to make a small cart to sell some miscellaneous goods in the town to feed two people, and I may have to repay Sima in the future to feed three people.

In Li Niang's simple mind, she always felt that when she entered the prison and came out, she fell from the tip of the mountain to the mudflat, and someone had to pull her to climb back.

Today early out of the stall, the sunshine is good, there are a lot of people in the town, it's almost the New Year, tomorrow is the twenty-first day of the lunar month, and the last big market, after which it is estimated that you have to push the cart into the city to sell miscellaneous, there are ten days of no curfew in January, it is a good time to make money, and the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month is ready to take a day off to prepare for the January month.

The business in the morning is not bad, and I can bring a wooden knife to the tiger baby when I go back in the evening, the tiger baby said last night that I want to practice the knife, and the military masters said it well, my tiger baby is the material for the captain.

There are a lot of military masters in the town who wear mighty military uniforms, and I heard the carpenter brother in the courtyard say that these military masters are all Sima and Captain, and they are the big heroes on the top of the mountain, and they are on errand for the nobles on the clouds.

In the afternoon, when the porters had gone to work, Li Niang sat on the handrail of her car, looking at the fire in the stove and counting the accounts.

When the market is big tomorrow, the money earned will be enough for the rent after January, and the money owed to the carpenter brother can be repaid. The carpenter's eldest brother is a good person and confiscated her money, but Li Niang knew that his carpenter brother suffered a small loss if he didn't give the salary, but if he didn't give the money, she Li Niang suffered a big loss.

There is also the money that the eldest brother in the blacksmith shop opposite can pay back the money for his own big iron pot.

After the money earned is their own, then the tiger baby can also practice martial arts, if you save some money, you can also let the tiger baby go to the town to collect street tax master to learn a few words, I used to hear the military masters say that they can read in the barracks is popular, light will martial arts can only pick a knife to take a knife, if you can read can wear armor and ride a horse.

Li Niang knew in her heart that riding horses as herdsmen was not the same thing as riding horses in the barracks.

Thinking of this, Li Niang looked up and saw a carriage coming, as well as the men and women in the carriage.

Tsk, that woman is so beautiful, and the old man who leans on the woman's shoulder is really a blessing.