"The autumn wind blows, and the autumn grass is yellow. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info repairing the sheep house, baling the hay busy. "A little children's rhyme about the herdsmen in the north, when it is almost winter, they have to be busy with some work.

In late autumn and early winter, I always have to be busy for a while. People should prepare vegetables and grain for the winter and store them in the cellar as early as possible. Livestock should also be prepared for the winter, not only to repair and strengthen the enclosure, but more importantly, to prepare forage for the winter.

On the hillside walked two figures, one tall and one short. The tall man was about thirty or forty years old, with open shoulders. The short one was a child, also seven or eight years old, who had already put on a thick cotton jacket.

The man held the boy's hand in one hand and a sickle in the other. The child was a little struggling to follow, panting as he walked: "Daddy...... Where are we going, so far!"

Today, the sun is shining, and after walking for a long time, the body has begun to heat up, and fine beads of sweat have appeared on the tip of the child's nose. The man smiled innocently and said, "Dog baby, let's collect forage today!"

"Then why are we running so far?" the dog baby gasped.

"Because the grass here grows so well! It's been a few months, and it's time to come out and threak the autumn grass!"

What the man didn't tell his son was that although the grass grew well, there were some dangers. I often hear that the Khitan cavalry in this area plundered and grazed the Central Plains people, and the Khitan people also called it the grass valley. The Han people come here to mow the grass at most, but the Khitans want to kill people!

The father and son had already walked more than ten miles north of the city, and they really shouldn't have gone this way anymore. However, the grass on the edge of the city has been cut clean, and there is no risk, and I am afraid that there will be not enough forage for this year's winter.

Although the man was a little apprehensive in his heart, he still came boldly. He didn't read, but he lived on the border all year round and mastered many ways to survive. More than half a year ago, there was just a big battle here, although the Great Song Dynasty ended in defeat, but the Khitans were not having a good time, with countless casualties, presumably they have not eased up now. Besides, now that the weather is getting colder and colder, who doesn't want to honestly hide at home, roast on the charcoal stove, and drink a little wine? After all, the Khitans are also people.

The dog baby asked again, "Why does the grass grow so well here?"

The man's heart couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't dare to tell his youngest son what he had heard. I heard that the big battle that took place here half a year ago was full of blood and corpses. Those corpses can't be lifted, so they can only be buried on the spot, or even not buried, and directly violent corpses in the wilderness. This must have been a terrible situation, and most people didn't dare to come out to see it, but they had heard others say that after a hot summer, the corpses decomposed and became natural fertilizer, so the grass here grew extraordinarily

Exuberant.

The man was silent for a while, and then climbed the hill with his son. Before he could catch his breath, the man's face suddenly changed. For he saw that under the hillside there was also a column of cavalry, slowly going uphill.

The cavalry ranks in a row of three, winding into the sky. The team is full of flags and clear layers. This is by no means a Khitan raider, but a Liao army!

The man knew what this meant, his legs trembled, he grabbed his son's hand suddenly, turned around and shouted, "Quick...... Run!"

His shouts were quickly blown away by the wind. Along with the cold wind, there were dozens of clusters of arrows. These feathered arrows were so powerful that they nailed the father and son firmly to the ground. Blood flowed down the sickle in the man's hand, staining the autumn grass on the ground blood-red......

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. In the desolate land of the northwest, the spring breeze never takes care of it a little more, but the wind comes much earlier than other places.

Old Liu Tou looked up at the cloudy sky, turned around and entered the house, and closed the wooden door firmly. In the house, his old buddy Lao Yang had already cooked a pot of mutton until it was fragrant and filled the house. People here don't shy away from fishy smell, and only put some salt in the soup. This smell of fireworks is a great enjoyment.

The two slaughtered a goat today, enough to eat for a few days. In their little station, there is no more comfortable moment than this time. Although it is bitterly cold, it is also quiet.

Lao Yang scooped up a mouthful of soup, tasted it beautifully, and exhaled a mouthful of hot air exaggeratedly. He looked at Lao Liu Tou and said with a smile: "Lao Liu, what else are you looking at? At this hour, there will be nothing going on, hurry up and burn the fire." Let's eat hot pot, drink some wine, and get into the quilt warmly!"

He sighed twice and sighed: "On this day, I won't do it to a fairy!"

Lao Liu's two thick eyebrows squeezed out the word "Sichuan" in the center of his eyebrows, and there was always a trace of sadness on his face. He didn't say much, and went to burn the kang by himself.

Lao Liu and Lao Yang are actually only in their forties, although they are not old, but their faces have been sharpened by the wind and sand in the northwest to create profound vicissitudes. They have been guarding this small post station on the northwest border for more than ten years. The nearest town is still a hundred miles away, and in winter, few people come here.

The fire was also burning, and the room was getting warmer and warmer. Especially the wind howling outside the house makes it even more comfortable in the house. Lao Yang tasted another piece of mutton and said excitedly: "It's rotten!"

Old Liu Tou suddenly paused, standing there like a stone statue. Old Yang wondered, "What's wrong with you?

Old Liu Tou shook his head, as if he was listening intently, and only said after a while: "Listen, it seems to be the sound of horses' hooves!"

Lao Yang also frowned, where did the sound of horses' hooves come from at this time? Could it be......

The two didn't have time to think about it before they heard a few bangs on the door. There was a bang on the door of the inn. Lao Liu took a brisk walk, opened the door, rushed across the courtyard, and rushed to the gate. The cold wind blew into the house, blowing away the aroma of the mutton soup in the pot.

Lao Yang threw the soup spoon into the pot and hurried out. I saw that Lao Liu Tou had already opened the door, and there was a person lying outside the door, and a horse was lying not far away!

Man is the messenger who delivers the message, and the horse is the military horse that delivers the message. The horse was foaming at the mouth with a large puddle of white foam, and it had long since lost its breath. There was still a slight throbbing in the chest, but the eyes were closed, the teeth were clenched, and the hands were firmly on the chest.

Old Liu Tou hurriedly said: "Take a hand!"

The two lifted the man up and carried him into the house. Lao Yang scooped a bowl of hot soup, brought it to the man's mouth, and fed him to drink. After drinking half a spoonful of hot soup, the man suddenly coughed, not only coughing up the soup, but finally coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Lao Liu Tou and Lao Yang were both startled. Over the years, it has been uncommon for them to run away from sending emergency letters, but it is the first time that they have run people like this.

The man opened his eyes slightly, saw the clothes of the two of them, and a little spark burst out of his eyes. He struggled to take a fold from his bosom and muttered, "Quick...... Fast...... 800 Miles Expedited ...... Li Jiqian, Party Department...... From Silver...... Sending troops again......"

When the man had finished saying these words, his head tilted, and he was silent again.

Old Liu Tou looked at the corpse in his arms in a daze, and was speechless for a while. Lao Yang also fell into a deep shock. But the two didn't be stunned for long, Lao Yang swiped the soup spoon to the ground, grabbed the fold in the man's hand, stuffed it into his arms, and strode out.

Lao Liu got up to see him off, and when he went out of the door, Lao Yang had already led the horse out. The old friends who have been partners for more than ten years tacitly agreed, and finally glanced at each other, and they all saw the meaning of farewell in each other's eyes. I don't know if there will be a goodbye time for this letter......

Lao Liu Tou said in a deep voice: "Lao Yang, you go first." I...... And then came ......"