(Author’s PS: The next few chapters are intended to focus on recalling the story of Han Jin, an important villain in the middle period. Unlike Zhang Qingmeng, who was born in a declining aristocracy, he came from a humble background. He lost his father at the age of 5 and his mother at the age of 10. He has gone through hardships and tasted the warmth and warmth of the world. He never trusts others, because God makes fun of his pure heart time and time again. The price of growth is to part ways with his past self.
Later, he followed the warlord Chao Yi and learned a lot of skills. No matter in terms of intelligence, force or politics, he is even better than Zhang Qingmeng. So here I hope everyone can understand Han Jin’s past experience so that you can understand the plot in the future. Thank you! )
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This little boy was running in the jungle. He was so excited that he wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly to his father. What was he so happy about?
Deep in the jungle, I saw a man holding a cane and turning it anxiously. This man's eyes were blind due to something that happened when he was young, so people in his village called him "Blind Han".
Fortunately, he was good at playing the erhu, and he occasionally played a few pieces for the neighbors or went to the county town to ask for rewards, so his life was pretty good.
"Dad!" The little boy ran over with a little flower in his hand, making his head covered with sweat. The hot sun made the boy's face turn red. He looked at the little flower again, feeling proud and happy.
Blind Han groped and finally touched his son's soft belly, and immediately hugged him happily: "Jin'er, where did you run away?"
"Dad, Jin'er found your favorite little flower..." the boy said with happiness on his face.
"Silly boy, dad can't see anything, how can he like flowers?" Blind Han said with a helpless smile.
The boy pouted, put his finger in his mouth, suddenly shook his little head, and put the little flower next to Blind Han's nostril: "Dad, does it smell good?"
Blind Han laughed loudly: "Of course the flowers picked by Jin'er are the most fragrant!"
The boy was ecstatic. For a five-year-old child, being recognized by his father was something he could be proud of. He quickly shouted excitedly: "Dad!"
"Oh! Dad is here."
"If dad likes it, Jin'er will pick it for you every day."
Blind Han was so happy that he picked up the boy as if he were holding a penguin: "Dad likes flowers, and he likes my Jin'er even more!" As he said this, he held the boy and spun it around quickly, happily Howl twice.
The boy, named Han Jin, was five years old. That is, the 413th year of the Great Yuan Dynasty and the 14th year of Taili.
Little Hanjin held his father's hand and walked out of the woods step by step back home. At home, his beloved mother was waiting for them and their son.
"Officer, where did you take Jin'er with you again? My mother is so anxious." Mrs. Han dropped the pot rag and stepped forward to help her.
Blind Han pointed at the little flower clipped to his ear with his other finger, as happy as a child: "Jin'er brought this to me, look at it, how beautiful it is!"
"The official is really good at joking. How can you see whether the flowers are beautiful when you are blind?" Mrs. Han asked.
"Although I didn't see it, I smelled the fragrance and felt its beauty with my heart." Blind Han replied.
At this time, an old woman staggered out of the house. He raised his head and said gently: "Why did my good son-in-law come back at this time? Your eyes are not as bright as others."
"Mom, I have Jin'er by my side as my eyes, so what should I be afraid of?" As he said that, he stretched out his hand to caress little Han Jin's head. He was caressed by his father docilely, and he felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
When dinner time came, Mrs. Han took out a pot of white flour steamed buns and a plate of pickles from the pot. Blind Han smelled it, picked up the chopsticks and said, "Madam, I can smell the aroma of white noodles!"
When little Han Jin heard about white-flour steamed buns, his little eyes shone like stars, and saliva couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his mouth. Yes, he hadn't eaten white-flour steamed buns in a long time.
"Two gluttons, this is for mother. She is seriously ill and you don't know it." Mrs. Han scolded and took out two bowls of porridge from the bottom of the pot and handed them to the father and son.
"Girl, what are you doing making white-flour steamed buns if you are so young? How can ordinary people afford this?" The old lady looked at his daughter with some doubts.
"Oh mother, just eat as much as you want. Once you're full, your illness will be cured." Mrs. Han neatly wiped the pot table and replied.
Blind Han also responded and said, "Yes, mother, a strong body is stronger than anything else."
The old lady gently held Blind Han's hand and said, "Son-in-law, as mother knows, it's not easy for you to travel around and play the erhu alone. Mother sees it all..." Then she sighed again. He picked up the white-flour steamed bun and handed it to Blind Han: "My child, eat it, don't starve yourself."
Blind Han refused: "Mom, look, this is Yu'er's food for you. How can I have the nerve to compete with you for food?" (Yu'er: referring to Mrs. Han)
The old lady was a little dissatisfied: "What do you mean you are fighting for food with me? You can eat it if I ask you to!" Blind Han was so frightened that he quickly apologized and picked up a steamed bun and ate it. The old lady then showed a rare smile.
"Grandma, Jin'er wants to eat too~" Little Han Jin said like a spoiled child while lying on the edge of the table.
The old lady's eyes laughed into a seam, tremblingly picked up a puppet, and said in a spoil: "Come, give me a food, our progress is the best."
"Thank you, grandma!" Xiao Hanjin took it, broke it in half, and ran towards the door.
Seeing this, Mrs. Han quickly asked: "Where are you going again, Jin'er?"
Xiao Han Jin vomited his tongue playfully: "Don't tell you."
Mrs. Han was so popular that she would catch up with the rolling pin, but Han Blom laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Mrs. Han asked in confusion.
"As I expected, I went to find that little girl again." Blind Han replied with a smile.
On the other side, little Han Jin was running around the village with two pieces of steamed buns. As Han Jin expected, he ran to the beach and shouted to the girl on the shore: "Xiya——"
The girl turned her head and didn't react for a moment.
"Xiya——"
She heard it really clearly and ran towards little Han Jin with joy: "Brother Jin~"
This is just a three-year-old baby named Ouyang Xiya. She is a close childhood sweetheart with little Han Jin. She is little Han Jin's only playmate in this small fishing village.
Xi Ya was like a rabbit bumping into little Han Jin's arms, rubbing her like a baby: "Brother Jin, you are so good, you promised to come and play with me every day..."
"Xiya, I have delicious food here." Han Jin stretched out his little hand and opened it to see that it was half a white facial mask.
She asked in surprise: "Where did this come from?"
Little Hanjin replied: "My grandma gave it to me. It's very fragrant. Eat it quickly."
"Then what should I do, Brother Jin?"
"Brother, there are still some here."
The two of them were walking on the beach, and it was also the time of low tide. Whenever the tide goes out, they go to the beach to pick up beautiful shells. The sea returns to calm. Under the sunset, the sea surface is so soft and tranquil.
After all, Han Jin is not a philosopher. In his memories of his childhood, he only remembers that the sky was blue, the grass was green, the sea was clear, the shells on the beach were the most beautiful, his father’s erhu was sad, and his childhood sweetheart Xiao My sister is cute, and he is the happiest in the world.
Late at night, the old lady's condition became more and more serious. Blind Han and his wife stayed up all night, taking good care of their eighty-year-old mother.
"There is no way to delay this illness. We must go to the city and spend fifty taels of silver to buy expensive medicinal materials." The doctor took the old lady's pulse and shook his head helplessly.
"Fifty taels of silver..." Blind Han fell into deep thought, his silence was extremely terrifying.
The doctor got on his back and said as he walked: "This disease cannot be delayed, we must hurry up..."
After a while, the old lady said tremblingly: "It's better to stop the treatment. I have lived for my mother for more than eighty years. I am satisfied. You can't delay your good life because of me."
"Mom, what did you say?" Blind Han said: "My parents died early. Since Yu'er married me, you have always treated me as your own son. How can I not repay such kindness? Money Just leave this matter alone, I will definitely find a way."
"Has Jin'er gone to bed?" Blind Han asked.
"Go to bed" Mrs. Han replied.
"Then there's no need to alarm him, I can walk alone." Blind Han picked up his crutch and groped toward the door.
"Officer, where are you going when it's so dark?" Mrs. Han quickly picked up her clothes and put them on.
"Wouldn't it be the same whether it's day or night for a blind person like me?"
Blind Han insisted on going out by himself and would not let anyone follow him. No one knew what he was going to do.
To be continued…
