The midday sun is always fierce, regardless of the season, the sun hangs high in the sky, and the intense light and heat radiate to the earth, and even the road surface is scorched.

Marcus swung his shovel vigorously, and beside him lay two large wooden barrels full of sand, from which he dug out some fine sand, sprinkled it on the leveled road, and then slapped it with the shovel.

It was not an easy job, and Marcus had to sprinkle the entire stretch of the road with fine sand - so that the carriages and pedestrians would not be twisted by the rough road as they passed. It is also convenient to build a really good road on this in the future.

The bread for two people, and a salary of silver coins, this is the notice issued by the new Chancellor of the Exchequer of Theodore - in order to establish the Romans themselves, all the Romans must contribute, and it is said that Caesar's mansion is covered with all kinds of job postings, not conscription, and all those who work for Caesar can earn wages, guaranteed by Caesar's own reputation. The remuneration is not much, but it is still very attractive.

Marcus is only fifteen years old this year, which is still the age of reading and learning in the rich family, but the family of the farmer must think about his own bread.

Wielding the shovel vigorously, it was not very hot weather, but his head was covered with beads of sweat early. I wiped my sweat and continued to dry.

Although the work was quite hard, the pay was very good - at least more than farming, and there were no taxes to pay, and the more you worked, you could live a more comfortable life, and by the time the wheat was harvested in July.

Thinking so, Marcus worked harder, the shovel in his hand dancing fast, the fine sand and beads of sweat lingering in front of him, and his eyes shining with hope.

Inadvertently raised his head, a white figure sitting on the branch of a big tree by the side of the road fell into his sight, this startled glance made him raise his eyes curiously, but his hand still did not stop.

It was a boy who looked about his own age, with black hair covering his forehead, a flat complexion, leaning lazily against the trunk of a tree, shaking his calves, and wearing a short white linen coat with a black belt.

Probably the child of a rich man's family?" Marcus thought so, shrugged his shoulders and went about his work, Caesarea was at the time of life, and even the children of the merchants were busy running from place to place at this time, and the hurried carriage could be seen almost every hour.

"Hey!"

Marcas, who had just lowered his head, was attracted by the voice again, and slightly frowned, with a little annoyance of being disturbed: "Is there anything wrong?

"Do you want to drink water? I see you've been working all morning!" the young man carried a small pot full of water, shook it in his hand, and chuckled and shouted, "Do you want to come and rest?"

"Gollum~" Marcus twitched his throat, his eyes a little pale. It was indeed a great offer, and I haven't had a drink of water for half a day.

Well, maybe I should go over? That guy doesn't look bad, not quite like the kind of rich young master who likes to bully the banker. Marcas convinced himself. cheered up, and beckoned to the young man: "Xiexie, I'll come here!"

After saying that, he walked over with his little shovel, and as for the sand, which is not usually stolen by anyone, but the shovel is iron, and it is a very valuable tool of life—to the farmer.

The boy came down from the tree and handed him the small pot in his hand, and Marcus was not polite, and after saying xiexie, he opened the spout of the pot, and poured it down with his neck tilted, and the cool water flowed into his throat, and some splashed on his clothes, which made his whole body refreshed at once.

Satisfied, Marcus wiped his mouth with his cuffs, returned the kettle to the boy, and looked at him with a little curiosity and a simple smile: "Xiexie, look at your appearance, it must be the son of a general, right?"

"Oh, why do you ask?" the young man raised the corners of his mouth with a hint of surprise.

"My father was a standard-bearer in a hundred-man squad of the First Wing, he told me. Marcus said proudly, and took the young man's right hand, with a scholar-like tone: "You can only hold a sword with a hand like this. ”

"If you know how to use a sword, it can only mean that my father is a soldier, how can he prove that he is a general?"

"Tsk~" Marcas squinted his eyes, with an expression that couldn't deceive me: "Although you are not as white as those young masters at all, there is no ash on your body at all, only those old men love to be clean so much, only wear clothes that are not dirty, and you have to take a bath every day!"

"It's just a young master who doesn't have much ability. The young man laughed at himself, put his hands behind his back to support the back of his head, and leaned against the back of the tree: "Now, what's your name?"

"Marcus, my father gave it!" Marcus replied.

"Marcus~~......" The young man was a little distracted, and he muttered to himself in a stunned tone.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. The young man smiled and waved his hand: "It's just that I remembered someone." ”

While the two were laughing, the crisp sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, like the ringing of bells. The boy turned his head, and a knight in purple armor was riding a horse to meet him, followed by an old man in a black robe, whose white beard stood out against the black robe.

Seeing the knight coming, the boy smiled and walked to the road, waving his hand at the knight: "Uncle Valens!"

Apparently spotting the young man, the knight and the old man behind him sped up, the two horses stopped beside the woods, Valence came over with a frown, and just wanted to say something when he saw the young man blink, his eyes swept over Marcus next to him, and his rough palm pressed on the young man's head.

"Why did you run out by yourself again? How many times did I tell you?" Valens' stiff face kept shaking, "Who is this?"

"His name is Marcas, I just met, and his father was a standard-bearer for the First Wing. The young man introduced with great interest: "This is my uncle, his name is Valens, and now you all know each other!"

"You must be a knight of the Imperial Guard wearing a purple cloak, right? I heard my father say that the knights of the Imperial Guard are the most elite warriors under Caesar's command!" Marcus said loudly, little stars shining in his eyes.

"Every Roman soldier was the most elite warrior of adults. Valence replied casually, then reached behind him: "This ......"

"Rome, made strong because of these brave warriors. The old man in the black robe got off the horse, his wrinkled and flabby face smiled serenely, gently supported the young man's shoulder, and looked at Marcas with a smile: "I am Theodore's grandfather, little friend. ”

Looking back in shock, the young man didn't know when he had such a "grandfather", but he didn't expose it, but responded with a smile.

"Ah, what a down-to-earth child, such an honest and obedient child is rare. The old man looked at the young man in front of him, smiled and pulled out a small bag from his sleeve: "Perhaps, you don't mind sharing some cookies with an old man and his grandson as a snack before lunch?"

"Uh, of course!"

The sun is shining on the earth, new shoots are emerging from the soil, and green leaves are growing on the side of the road where the fine sand and sweat are flying.

Marcus continued to wave the shovel in his hand vigorously, chewing a sweet biscuit in his mouth, looked at the three people in the distance, exhaled a long breath, and continued to lower his head.

"My name is Theodore, Theodore Julian, and I hope to see you again!"

Maybe, Marcus thought to himself, he was innocent but not a fool, that the boy and himself were not the same person - maybe he didn't know such an adjective, but he did.

"Lord Domitius, the oldest member of the Senate, knows almost all the popular laws, and is known as the 'living code' and is your chancellor. Valence explains.

"It's just an old coffin that is about to sink into the ground! The old man squinted his eyes serenely and bowed his head to Theodor: "I offended a lot just now, and I hope Caesar will forgive me!"

"Where, at your age, you're old enough to be my grandfather!" Diodore replied with a smile, and then asked in a slightly teasing tone, "I'd like to know if the naughty man you just spoke of is talking about me?"

"It's just very emotional, I hope don't be surprised!" Domitius raised his head with a sigh: "You really let me see a very beautiful scenery!"

"What do you see?"

"Future. The old man smashed his mouth and said thoughtfully: "The future of Rome." ”

"This shijie is very big, if Rome wants to take root and sprout here, what it needs is not some experience, lessons, old moldy old habits, but sunshine, hope, hard work and vigorous courage!" Domitius touched his long white beard, and his small eyes kept flashing: "You are a wise Caesar who is not lacking in patience, and you are so young, this is your greatest liliang, which makes you full of vitality!"

"And that child who is about your age has the deepest inheritance and steadfastness, and I can see in him the strongest, the tenacity of the Romans!"

"Wealth and land can be obtained, but the spirit is elusive, but that is what really makes Rome strong!" the old man ended his speech with an exclamation.

"Spirit, right, spirit, spirit of Rome. Theodore muttered softly to himself.

"The future of Rome is in the young people, but also in yours. Domitius said in a deep voice: "As for us old men, what we can do is to use our experience and lessons to help you avoid detours, and to bring you back to your senses when you are too excited." ”

"I'm looking forward to it. Theodore nodded earnestly.

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