Wei Qi's journey was like an outing. Sometimes they gallop forward, sometimes they lag far behind the team.
It's just a pain for his guards, who can only follow him closely, for fear that something will happen to him.
"Cousin, are they just fooling around like this? This doesn't look like they're on the battlefield."
Song Ya snorted disdainfully and said: "People like them have good backgrounds, so there is no need to fight in person. We, the poor, are left to fight. When he comes back, his father will find a famous person to help him evaluate it." After all, when I am recommended to be an official in the future, these qualifications will be easy to brag about."
Song Xin nodded, feeling a little sad. It's the same destiny, but the difference between high and low is as great as the abyss. It seems that the phenomenon of involution started at this time. Class transition is particularly difficult in this era.
The surrounding scenery was monotonous and desolate. Except for the white snow, there were dead grass branches on the roadside. The whole team was drowsy. Wei Qi was tired of riding, so he simply got into the cart. Soon, the sound of him and the two women laughing and flirting could be heard inside, not shying away from everyone at all.
Song Ya glanced at Song Xin, and both of them made helpless expressions.
In the evening, the convoy was stationed near a forest. Although this place was in the wild, there was water not far away, and there was no shortage of firewood in the forest. Song Ya then ordered to build a meal. Everyone was tired from leaving, so they quickly cleaned up and made food.
Song Xin felt tired after sitting all day. He stretched his stiff arms and legs, and then hurried to help his brothers who were cooking at the side to collect firewood.
While he was busy working, the sharp and mean voice of one of Wei Qi's concubines came from inside the car, "You bitch, you can't even do this well!!"
Immediately afterwards, a maid was pushed out of the car. She plopped into the snowdrift. Many people heard the noise and stopped to watch curiously.
Song Xin frowned and looked over, suddenly stunned, "Tuo Ye!? Why is he also in the team?"
He didn't expect to see her at this time and place, and the memories of the past suddenly came to his mind.
At this time, a concubine in the car stuck out her head and scolded fiercely: "You bitch, go get hot water for the young master!"
Although Tuoye was beaten, his face remained calm, and his emotions could not even be seen. She stood up, gave a slight salute, and went to the car behind to find a wooden basin.
"You bitch! Go quickly! You're just taking your time!"
"Okay Xia'er, don't scold her." Wei Qi's lazy voice came from the car.
"Young Master, you are protecting her again!" The concubine named Xia'er was obviously jealous and deliberately coquettishly acted like a baby. Tuoye glanced at the car coldly, picked up the barrel and walked towards the river not far away.
Song Xin said to Song Ya: "Cousin, let me go and help her."
"Cousin, this is a Wei family matter, so don't worry too much about it."
"Don't worry, cousin, it just so happens that I'm going to fetch water and boil millet."
After Song Xin finished speaking, he walked towards the river carrying two buckets. When he saw Tuoye knocking the ice on the river, Song Xin walked over and whispered: "Let me help you."
Tuoye heard a familiar voice and turned around suddenly, but the person in front of him looked very unfamiliar.
"No...that's not necessary."
Song Xin just smiled, took out the wooden stick from the bucket, knocked on the ice, and helped Tuoye get a bucket of water.
"Thank you."
Watching her walk away, Song Xin couldn't help but sigh, "If you had escaped with me that day, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
After going back, I met some other people collecting firewood and shouted happily, "We caught a rabbit." I saw a few men running out of the jungle carrying a few rabbits.
For people who have been away for a day, this bit of meat is really rare. Although everyone may not be able to share a bite of rabbit meat, even having a mouthful of soup is still very satisfying.
Everyone peeled the rabbit three times and put it on the fire to roast.
But before they could be happy for too long, two guards from Wei Qi came over and said in a tone that could not be refused: "Are these rabbits ready to be roasted? Young Master and the others are tired after walking for a day. Let's bring them to them to enjoy."
Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard it, and naturally they were reluctant. You look at me and I look at you. Why should I give him the rabbit I finally caught with just one word?
Seeing that everyone was motionless, the guard glared and said, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you send him away quickly? If the young master gets sick, can you afford it?"
As he said that, he pointed at Song Xin and said, "Send it over now. Otherwise, if the young master gets angry, I don't think any of you can bear it."
Song Xin was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party asked him to deliver rabbit meat. After looking at the people around him, all of them had resentment on their faces, Song Xin didn't move.
When the guard saw that Song Xin didn't listen to him, his eyes suddenly widened. He strode forward and raised his whip to whip Song Xin.
At this time, Song Ya came over with a smile, pinched the guard's raised arm, and secretly pressed his hand down, still with a smile on his face and said:
"Brother, if you have something to say, just take the rabbit meat. Why bother to beat my brother?"
The guard knew that Song Ya was deliberately showing some tricks, so he used this to warn him. He also found that the other party was stronger than himself, and his polite words were obviously a setback for him, so he suppressed his anger and said: "Hmph, you must discipline your subordinates in the future."
"That is, that is, I will discipline him well."
Song Ya patted his arm. This man was not stupid. He saw that he was giving face to the other party.
Seeing the guards taking away the freshly roasted rabbit, everyone was a little dissatisfied. "Brother Song, they took all the rabbits away, what are we going to eat..."
"It's just that it's not enough for him to eat delicacies from all over the world every day at home. He also comes to steal our food."
Song Ya shook his head helplessly, "We can't offend this man. If we set a few more traps, maybe we can gain something."
Seeing Wei Qi, his maids, and guards not far away eating freshly roasted rabbit meat, everyone felt even more envious and aggrieved. Some dissatisfied people were still muttering and cursing Wei Qi.
Everyone only ate some porridge cooked with corn, but their stomachs were still growling. At this time, someone didn't know who took out a bamboo flute and started playing it. The melodious and sad tune floated in the camp, making everyone feel a little sad.
Song Ya heard the sound of Hujia, picked up a piece of log, and beat it with a twig to the music of Hujia.
It sang: "The Han Dynasty lost power, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. He was determined to usurp and kill, and he killed all the virtuous people first. He was forced to move to the old country, and he supported the leader to strengthen himself."
The crowd on the side sang excitedly to the beat: "We are fighting for the evil in the country..."
When everyone sang: "My child hugged my neck and asked my mother what she wanted. People say that my mother will go away, and she will never come back. My mother has always been compassionate, why can she be even less compassionate now. I am not yet an adult, but I don't care about it." "At this time, many people in the crowd began to wipe their tears. Many of them joined the army when they were young, and they often sang to express their homesickness.
Song Xin was also moved by the melody and the sad poems. Thinking of parting with his mother and sister, he felt sad and couldn't help but sing along. This is also the first time he has heard this kind of tune since coming here, which is very fresh. In his time, almost all the music of the Han Dynasty was lost, and only the poems were handed down.
The singing brought back memories of two lifetimes.
"Brother, are you anxious? You'll be fine soon." She said with a smile in the memory.
"Yeah." In memory, Song Xin nodded heavily and swallowed secretly, for fear of being laughed at. At that time, he was still a child protected by his family, but now he has to face an unknown future.
My sister just hopes to see her father return in triumph and have a bite of wheat porridge as a family. She hopes to work more and earn more money for her family. I hope my father can see my smart brother. I hope the clan leader can recommend to the Marquis that my brother can become an official in the future.
"Congratulations, son, you have been admitted to Qingbei University." The memory jumped to Song Xin from modern times, and the kind-faced mother happily congratulated her son.
But all this is shattered now.
"Okay, have you done singing enough, singing such unlucky words at night? The young master needs to rest, so don't disturb him."
A woman's scolding sound came from a distance, interrupting Song Xin's memories and everyone's singing. Everyone frowned and looked in the direction of the sound.
In front of Wei Qi's animal skin tent, Qiu'er, another concubine of Wei Qi's, turned out to be even more domineering than Xia'er. She was staring angrily at the civilian husbands and soldiers here with raised eyebrows.
At this time, Wei Qi's lazy voice came, "Girl Qiu'er, you read too little. This is "Poem of Sorrow and Anger" by Cai Wenji. This song was also composed by the great musician Sun Ying. It is not an unlucky word. They sang it Sing it. I haven’t heard these songs in a long time.”
"Young Master, aren't I afraid that you won't be able to rest well...and if you are traveling with these vulgar people, I'm afraid that the Young Master will be wronged."
"Haha, okay, girl, I have your heart, come in quickly."
At this time, Tuoye came out and wanted to help his concubine Qiu'er enter the tent, but Qiu'er directly threw her hand away and said viciously:
"Wait outside tonight. If I tell you not to be here, I will deal with you hard!"
Tuoye lowered his head and agreed repeatedly.
At this time, she seemed to feel a gaze and looked towards Song Xin. When he saw that it was the soldier who was helping him fetch water, his brows moved slightly.
She felt that this look was very familiar, much like a person.
"It's meat and wine, it's a girl, huh!" Song Xin heard someone beside her mutter.
However, everyone looked at the sturdy guards and no one dared to speak loudly, so they had no choice but to break their teeth and swallow it. The camps of the two groups are so close, but their positions are as far apart as the abyss.
Most of the people here come from the same place, and the Wei family is also a famous noble family in the local area. Many people here farm for their family. After being separated from the land of the gentry, these people will be homeless refugees, and no one dares to offend these powerful locals.
As the night progressed, the fatigue that had been temporarily suppressed began to torture the team again. Everyone was lying by the fire or leaning on the wheels, and gradually the sound of snoring began to spread throughout the camp.
God also seems to take pity on these people. Although it is winter, there is no howling cold wind, only a bright moon and a few stars. He wants to give them a good night's sleep.
After seeing Tuo Ye, Song Xin couldn't calm down. All the memories from the past came to mind. He thought of practicing sparring with Takuno, and then thought of her after Wei got up that night when they escaped.
However, the two of them seemed to be in two different worlds at this time.
After clearing up his troubled mood, he stood up slowly and said to Song Ya, "Cousin, please wait a moment while I go to the forest to see if there are any wild animals."
"now go?"
"Cousin, don't worry, I won't be in danger."
An hour later, Song Xin came back carrying a big wild boar with blood dripping from the corner of its mouth. When everyone saw the wild boar, they cheered. Song Xin quickly made a silent gesture and pointed towards Wei Qi.
Everyone skinned the wild boar and divided it up quietly. The weather is cold, and the pork will not rot even if it is left for seven or eight days.
Watching them busy, Song Xin calmed down and entered an ethereal state of cultivation. His body seemed to turn into a vortex, absorbing the surrounding air. An hour later, Song Xin felt refreshed and tired and cold were gone.
A night of silence.
When it was daylight, Song Xin stopped practicing and saw that some civilians and soldiers had gotten up and started packing.
He also got out of the car and helped the civilian husband load the car. Although I didn't rest all night, I was full of energy and not tired at all. This is the benefit of practicing. Even if it is just breathing in the profound energy of heaven and earth, the physical and mental pleasure it brings is something that ordinary people will not understand.
