After washing, the maid in the courtyard brought it over early.

"Young master, it's time for breakfast."

The little girl's voice was soft and weak, and she walked over with a wooden plate, Xu Chuan was washing her face, turned her head and said, "Just put it there." ”

"Hmm." Xiao Yun nodded and placed the wooden plate in his hand on the stone table in the courtyard.

Casually wiping the water droplets on his face with a towel, Xu Chuan walked over and looked at breakfast.

A bowl of porridge, two nests, and breakfast is it.

Holding the porridge and pinching the two nest heads, Xu Chuan sat down and observed the food in his hand.

He was actually quite curious about what the ancients ate for three meals, but he didn't eat dinner until it was almost dark last night, and he didn't take a closer look at it when he was hungry, so he could take a closer look this morning.

The porridge for breakfast is very thin, not so much porridge as porridge, and the rice grains in the bowl can almost be counted, floating these few pieces of green cabbage and broken leaves.

Glancing at the thin porridge that came out of the water, Xu Chuan shook his head, looked at the nest head in his hand, and nodded.

This one looks okay, the color is dark yellow, the size of three fingers, although the appearance is average, but the shape is not much different from the wowotou he has eaten before.

I think the taste should be similar.

But soon, Xu Chuan knew that he was wrong, compared to yesterday's dinner, this breakfast was too bad.

When he bit down, he almost didn't spit it out, and Tinima's was unpalatable.

It's not that it's unpalatable, it's not that it tastes unpalatable or has any weird taste, it's that this thing cuts out the tongue of the meow.

Xu Chuan didn't know what was mixed in this nest, but when he ate it, it was like chewing rubber, and the rubber was mixed with unboiled rice bran.

Whenever the head of the nest is chewed on the tongue and mouth, there is a feeling of eating pineapple that has not been pickled with sugar or salt, cutting the tongue, and spicy throat.

Although it was unpalatable, he didn't waste food, he was not such a hypocritical person, chewed for a long time, and swallowed the pit in his mouth after making it soft.

However, in the next second, he choked his neck, hurriedly picked up the bowl, and poured a large mouthful of gruel.

After forcibly swallowing the wowotou in his mouth, Xu Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I strangled it, and I was almost killed by half of the nest."

Holding the bowl in one hand and pinching the half-bitten nest head with the other, Xu Chuan looked at the food in his hand in a daze.

Is this really something for people to eat? I didn't feel the food was so unpalatable last night, did I? Why did breakfast suddenly change the style of painting?

"Ugh."

After sighing and being silent for a while, Xu Chuan continued to nibble on the nest head in his hand little by little.

Even though he grew up in an orphanage in his previous life, it can be said that he has never eaten such an unpalatable thing.

But fortunately, although the nest in the hand is unpalatable, it is not unpalatable.

It's just that something strange is added to it that causes a little tongue cutting.,It's okay to eat little by little.,It's okay to chew it slowly.。

In this way, sitting on the edge of the stone bench, he slowly gnawed all the two nests.

After drinking the last mouthful of gruel in the bowl and clapping his hands, Xu Chuan stood up, and just wanted to send the porcelain bowl in his hand back to the stove room, but the sound of the horn from outside the courtyard attracted his attention.

At the same time, the maid Xiaoyun didn't know where to get out.

"Young master, the master asked you to go to the front yard after breakfast, saying that the worship ceremony is about to begin."

Xu Chuan nodded, put the porcelain bowl in his hand back on the wooden plate, pointed to the wooden plate, and said, "I'll go over now, and I'll trouble you to send this back to the stove." ”

.......

In the front yard, when Xu Chuan arrived, the old man and several uncles of the Xu family were there.

"Grandpa, uncle, third uncle, fifth uncle, good morning." Xu Chuan greeted the question mark in turn.

The old man glanced at it, but he didn't snort, obviously still angry, but the three uncles all nodded in response.

Xu Chuan didn't care, after all, his current identity was still a gentleman who had just finished the trouble, and after saying hello, he followed behind and set off.

The place of worship is in the grain drying field, which is the place where the rice is dried, and it is relatively flat.

When Xu Chuan came to the barnyard, the field was already full of people, there was no one to chat, and everyone was a little silent.

The hundreds of people killed in the battle of the guards were uncomfortable, after all, the guards were selected from among the residents, and maybe their relatives and friends died in this catastrophe.

In addition, yesterday the bandits broke into the town, almost every household was robbed, and the food and valuable things that were too late to be packed were robbed, and everyone was even more heartbroken.

After waiting for a while in the square, the hour came, and the sound of the horn sounded in the valley field, and the sound was sad and desolate.

Xu Chuan raised his head, and on the high platform of the grain field, several old men walked up, including his grandfather, Dr. Jing from the medical hall, and Mr. Wu from the school, all of whom were respected elders in the town.

The worship ceremony was not very complicated, and after the horn sounded for a while, several old men on the stage declared the list of guards who had died in battle, gave eulogies, mourned the dead, and the overall process was almost over in about half an hour.

Xu Chuan listened to it and knew that the death toll of the guards this time was two hundred and seventy-three.

This number made him swallow his saliva, and his breathing was a little heavy.

In troubled times, is it really that human life is as cheap as grass?

.......

The worship ceremony was completed, and the people in the grain field dispersed.

Nearly 300 guards were killed in the battle, and although it was painful for the residents of Sanzhi Town, the lives of those who survived had to go on.

And now is the busy farming period, everyone still has a lot to do, late rice has to go to the field, the family has to take care of it, the dead have to go up the mountain to be buried, there is not much time to waste.

......

On the way home, when occasionally passing by the courtyard with white cloth hanging and playing gongs and drums, Xu Chuan would fall into a daze.

He would also wonder if he really had what it took to lead the guards against the bandits. Will trebuchets really help him defeat the bandits who have been fighting for years?

The total number of guards in the Sanzhi Zone was only about 2,000, and nearly one-seventh of them died in one attack, which shows that the thieves are extremely vicious and murderous.

Do you really want to stand up? If you don't succeed in fighting the bandits, you are very likely to have your head chopped off with a knife.

He is also human, and he is also afraid of death.

All the way home, all the way confused, when he walked to the door of Xu's house, Xu Chuan saw the neighbor who was hung with a white cloth, and his mind was like an electric shock, and he completely woke up.

The best way to protect yourself is not to run away, but to find ways to become stronger.

If you are backward, you will be beaten, and dignity comes from strength, no matter where you are, this is an eternal truth.

Gritting his teeth, Xu Chuan ran towards the east wing, took out the trebuchet sketch drawn last night, and then stopped the old man who was about to return to the main room.

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