After a long time, Jiujiu sighed heavily, "Let's go." ”

A few people turned their heads and headed south, and when they left, Shen Bujiao turned his head and took a deep look at the place where the lord of the country had stood before, which was empty.

Shen Bujiao silently suppressed the confusion in his heart, and no longer thought about the affairs of the lord of the country.

The people at the border pass were gone, and the Xiongnu burned and looted from time to time, and their lives were much better, and their hearts gradually settled down.

Shen Bujiao saw that the towns were much more lively than before, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, with a lot of smiles on their faces, and sighed: "If Huo Qubing can live longer, then how much territory does it have to expand for the Han Dynasty!"

When Sanqing heard this, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, "Huo Quai's life is like a meteor flashing in the sky, although it is short, it is extremely gorgeous. His death at the best of his prime, perhaps, was not a bad thing. ”

"He does not have the sadness of putting swords and guns into the warehouse and putting horses in Nanshan, does not have the sorrow of heroes in the twilight and old age, nor will he become a middle-aged general with a big belly, let alone be fought by the court and polish his edge. ”

After that, he read another name, "Go to the disease, give up the disease, when his grandfather gave him this name, he also thought that his son could have the merit and glory of Huo Quai!"

It's a pity that Xin Qiji has the ability to get sick, but he doesn't have the luck of Huo Quai, his monarch is reluctant to live in peace, and he still chooses to deceive himself when he sees the country in decline......

Outside the mountain, the Qingshan Building, when will the West Lake sing and dance!

When Shen Bujiao heard what he said, Xin Qiji's life couldn't help but appear in his mind, and compared it with Huo Quzhi, and sighed: "Sometimes I really think that Xin Qiji is the reincarnation of Huo Quji, they are also freshly dressed and angry, high-spirited young generals, the same talent, the world, the ending, is even more embarrassing." ”

There is nothing more than the sentence "Wu can go on the horse to determine the world, and Wen can put pen to the pen to calm the world" can better reflect Xin Qiji's talent!

Under the rotation of the wheel at four o'clock, spring came as promised.

After a spring rain, the roadside flowers are in full bloom, the breeze blows through the mountains, the flowers are gently swaying, the farmers roll their trouser legs and start planting rice in the water, chatting across the ridges, there are a few old people sitting under the big plane tree in front of the village, they are gossiping, the children are squatting on the ground and don't know what they are playing, from time to time there is laughter and laughter, and there is a bit of leisure in the busyness.

Shen Bujiao couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, it was really a long time since he had seen such a quiet and peaceful picture.

Xiao Yue'er obviously likes this kind of life too, and pulled Jiujiu's sleeve and said, "Sister Jiujiu, let's go into the village and have a look!"

The rest of the people didn't have any opinions, so a group of eight people slowly walked into the village.

The houses in the village are all adobe houses and thatched houses, some half-old children clean the courtyard with brooms, and there are many women squatting beside a small river that flows through the village, beating their clothes with sticks, talking about the short gossip of their parents, and everywhere is full of simple life, which makes people feel comfortable.

"Auntie, sister, didn't you say you were going to pick Jiang Puhua!" a six- or seven-year-old boy jumped out of the house, turning his head and urging the people in the house to come out quickly.

"Come on, I'm holding a small bamboo basket, or I'll see what you take to put flowers at that time." The little boy was replied to by a girl's voice, crisp and sweet.

Shen Bujiao and the others stopped, only to see a girl about ten years old carrying a small bamboo basket in her left hand, and supporting an old woman about half a hundred years old in her right hand, the old woman's face was full of wind and frost, wrinkles all over, she looked very old, she walked not very steadily, her back was bent, and it seemed that she would fall to the ground in the next second.

"Hurry up, big mother. The little boy opened the courtyard door and ran to the Jiang Pu flower tree behind the house.

It is spring, Jiang Pu flowers bloom very gorgeously, the appearance is like a lotus, when it is in full bloom, the petals unfold to the four directions, do not dye the gorgeous color, only with a light red, it does not compete with the peach and plum, and has a unique style of solitary self-appreciation.

Two young and one old people supported each other to bring a piece of ginger under the flower tree, looked up to see that on the high branches, the flowers reflected the sun, a gust of wind blowing, the flower branches trembled gently in the wind, and there was a weak willow to help the wind Chu Chu moving.

The little boy shouted happily, "There are so many flowers blooming this year." After saying that, he used his hands and feet together, ran to the tree in three or two, bowed his head and said, "Sister, you can help me pick it up at the bottom." ”

The old woman half-squinted her eyes and couldn't stop admonishing, "Slow down, be careful, don't fall." ”

"I know, big mother, don't worry, I'm a great climber!" The little boy rolled up the hem of his coat and put the picked Jiang Puhua into it, while the girl began to pick up the Jiang Puhua that fell on the ground, which the little boy shook off when he picked it.

Hearing the little boy's boastful voice, the girl smiled and said, "Mother, don't worry about my brother, he is not afraid to follow the boys in the village up the mountain and climb the trees." ”

The old woman's eyes widened, "It's dangerous to go up the mountain, there are blind bears and big insects, when did you see them go up the mountain?"

She looked at the little boy on the tree and said angrily: "Erzhuang, you actually dare to carry your family up the mountain! Who gave you the courage? Do you want to take your life? How dangerous it is on the mountain! You Ah Weng and Ah Mu are just such a boy as you, you said that if something happens to you, how can you make our whole family live!"

The old woman wiped her tears while talking, and when she heard the words, the little boy's head shrank, and the hand of picking flowers was paused, and she stared at the snickering girl, Auntie is really stingy, isn't it the last time she went up the mountain with Brother Huzi next door, and they didn't take her with her!

actually holds a grudge to this day, he can't stand the crying of his eldest mother, who is very kind to him and loves him very much.

In recent years, the eldest mother's health has become worse and worse, half a month has been lying in bed and unable to move, if it is even raining, the situation is even worse, the cough in the night has been a day, he looks at the eldest mother's face is getting worse and worse, and he is very worried.

When he looked at the flowers he had plucked, he felt that it was almost done, so he jumped down from the tree, and the old woman walked back and forth under the tree, telling him to be careful.

The little boy smiled and said, "Mother, I picked a lot of flowers today, can you make them for us later?"

Jiang Puhua's flower heart is a little sweet, very fresh, can be processed a little simply, become a children's snack, this craft at home only the old woman has, others just learn her method, can not make the same taste as her.

"Good. The old woman held the little boy in one hand and the girl in the other, smiling and squinting, "Only when you are full can you grow taller." ”

The little boy held the old woman's large, dry and rough hands, and his heart was relieved.

The old woman looked at the pink ginger flowers piled up in bamboo baskets, "Oh, I remember when I got married, this tree was only so tall!"

As she spoke, she gestured to the height of the tree.