Inside the white tent.
Second Young Master Zhao took one look at the meat skewers on the table and closed the book with satisfaction: "Yes, this farm boy still has some skills!"
He frowned listening to the noise outside: "What's the noise about?"
Ah San bowed even more: "Go back to me, sir, the boy who helps you grill skewers is writing a letter home!"
"He still knows how to read?"
"This kid is really smart!" Ah San touched the oil at the corner of his mouth.
"You admire him very much?" Second Master Zhao still had the same smile on his face.
Ah San, however, fell to his knees directly: "I don't dare, I don't appreciate it, I'm just a poor boy, writing a letter home for someone, this won't disrupt the master's plan, I'll deal with him now!"
"No!" Second Young Master Zhao thought of something and turned his head: "Ask him to write it. I can't find a reason to explain the relationship between my breakthrough and the sacrifice of a hundred military households!"
"Those people in the Ministry of War were originally military generals who didn't deal with my father. It's still difficult to convince them!"
"Let me think about it, I have this family letter in my hand, what should I say if I meet the Ministry of War to kill me again?"
"I discovered that the remnants of the demon barbarians were about to cross the Liangjie Mountains and led them to pursue them. Unfortunately, the demon barbarians were too strong and all one hundred and ten of them died!"
"In order to protect my territory, the soldiers fought with all their lives, but I broke through and survived!"
"Moving, so touching!"
Second Young Master Zhao stood up from his chair: "Let him write, let him write! I have been a bastard before, but I have never been a hero!"
"But when you're done, show it to me and don't write anything you shouldn't!"
Ah San nodded: "What about this kid's life?"
"Let him die last! Master, I don't worry if anyone alive knows about such a big thing!"
Ah San wiped his head on the ground and moved out of the tent step by step.
He looked at the military household in the distance and glanced at his hands.
The morning sun in the distance fell on his hand, and it seemed... like a hand full of human blood!
It's time.
Zhou Dagu held a heavy family letter in his hand. There were more than a hundred gentlemen who really wanted to speak to his family, but they didn't know what to say. They couldn't say anything sensational, and they couldn't say anything elegant.
When it falls on paper, it is just the domestic animals, the wheat in the field, the small children, the hard-working wife, and the noble parents.
But it was these simple things, written down with a pen, that made Zhou Dagu feel so unhappy for the first time.
He lay next to Zhou Wu, and the bamboo knots in the fire made a crackling sound.
A tall figure with a slim waist blocked the sunlight in front of him.
Zhou Wu was about to stand up.
The man stretched out his hand to stop: "It's okay, we are all our own people, as high as our shoulders, not as high as this!"
Zhou Dagu smiled and said, "Third Manager, have you eaten?"
"I've eaten. It's okay over there. Come and sit here! You've finished memorizing all your books!"
"Well, I'm just writing nonsense. I know our trip is not dangerous. It's just a rule in the military camp."
"Well..." Ah San was silent, not knowing what to say to the simple military household in front of him.
He couldn't tell at all.
Except for Second Young Master Zhao and a few of them.
No one present knew what they were doing in Blood Dragon Valley!
He practiced martial arts with his master at the age of eight, went out as a bodyguard at the age of ten, rescued girls on the road at the age of sixteen, got married at the age of seventeen, and became a father at the age of eighteen.
Now he is twenty-five years old. For the first twenty-four years, he had only one goal in mind, to be a sword-wielding hero like Nan Tianyan.
What now?
It’s all balls!
It's cold in spring.
Zhou Wu was afraid that he would be cold, so he stuffed a few bamboos into the fire as if to please: "This is the barbarian head bamboo. This bamboo looks like a barbarian's head, with red flames and a strange fragrance when lit!"
Ah San looked at the red flames, frowned and took a step back.
Zhou Dagu saw his expression clearly and showed a hint of joy and amusement.
"Sir, don't you like red?"
"Um!"
"I don't like it either!" Zhou Dagu picked up the mantou bamboo and threw it aside: "The red color reminds me of human blood. To be honest, I have been hiding behind my father for so long in Liangjie Mountain because I am afraid of seeing him. Blood, afraid of killing!"
"You've never killed anyone?" Ah San looked at him.
"I am a scholar!"
"Will have the opportunity next time!"
"In the future? Alas! You are from the capital, right? What is the capital like?"
"It's very big, the house is very high, there are many people, and there are many amazing people!"
"A person as powerful as your Excellency should have a very big house in the capital!"
"No, I'm... not that powerful!"
"You are already very powerful in front of us!"
"You are young. When you look outside in the future, you will know that the world is very big, and people my size are not that powerful!"
"In the future, alas! I can't read well, and I don't know what it will be like in the future!" Zhou Dagu lowered his head.
Zhou Wu rubbed his head: "When you get back, I will build a house for you, and dad will take you to visit the capital!"
"Do you still remember your little brother? He is in the capital with your second uncle now. You may even know my brother! He is..."
Ah San stopped him from continuing: "I don't know anyone. The capital is big, it's not easy to live in, it has a large population, and I don't know anyone!"
Ah San stood up and said, "Take out the letter you just wrote home. Young Master wants to read it!"
Zhou Dagu took out the book from his arms: "My handwriting is not good, I hope you don't take offense to it!"
"Young Master can't do that!"
Zhou Wu was a little unconvinced: "Sir, you must have heard of my brother. He was a Jinshi in the year 980. He has met the Holy Emperor."
"I raised my brother since he was a child. My brother is the most promising. Now he is in the Hanlin Academy. He..."
Ah San took a deep breath: "Your brother is so awesome, how many times have he come back to see you over the years?"
"Hanlin Academy? You are an official after all, so why are you putting your son on the battlefield now to find a way out for him? You are an old soldier, how can you not know the dangers of the battlefield!"
Zhou Wu was silent, and Zhou Dagu also thought of his second uncle hidden in his memory, and his biological brother who was with his second uncle.
Ah San looked at Zhou Dagu: "If you can go out, remember not to follow the example of your father. You must be more cool. Being sentimental is not a good thing!"
"At least, that's what the big men in the capital do!"
Zhou Dagu stood up and made a teacher-student salute to Ah San.
Ah San looked at him blankly: "You don't have to be like this..."
"The sage said that when three people walk together, I must have a teacher. You are my teacher for teaching me the principles of life today. I should thank you!" Zhou Dagu sat on the stone again and pulled out three sweet potatoes from the fire.
Give one to Dad, one to Uncle Wang, and one to Ah San.
He himself only left a black hand.
Ah San looked at the sweet potato in his hand and suddenly didn't know what to do.
A ruthless sword is most afraid of lovers.
What's more, he is the one holding the knife.
"Well! Thank you!"
Zhou Dagu looked at Asan's back and suddenly said: "Sir, when I go to the capital with my father, can I pay you a visit?"
Ah San said nothing, his hand holding the knife was trembling a little.
Zhou Wu smiled, broke the sweet potato in his hand into two, gave the big half to Zhou Dagu, he ate some of the dregs, and kept the remaining half in his arms: "I don't know what's going on for a while, the old corps leader said , with food in your arms and no worries in your heart!”
Zhou Dagu nodded, took the sweet potato and put it in his arms: "Leave it to the girl!"
Zhou Wu's eyes were red: "It's all because of my father's fault and lack of education. When we first decided on the name, the teacher in the private school asked for a chicken. Your mother was not in good health, so I left the chicken for her to make soup!"
"I thought, you have brothers behind you, so I asked you to pay more attention to other brothers. It was a big concern, but I forgot to ask you to take care of yourself!"
"What the adults said just now is good! Da Gu! You must take care of yourself more in the future! Don't be like dad. In the end, you can't take care of anyone!"
Zhou Dagu lowered his head, vented his anger, and felt ashamed.
