There are two border towns in the southern border of Yongchang County. One is closer to Yicheng and is located to the north of Mianshui. It is built along the river and is called Zhaoshui.
The other one is farther away from Yicheng. It is a large city at the southernmost tip of Yongchang County. Its strategic position is almost the same as that of Taiming City in Lijun County, or even more. It is called Heyu.
The Ha Yucheng area is surrounded by water on three sides. To the west and south is the Fubo River, which is close to the mountains, and to the east is Mianshui. The land here is fertile, the climate is humid, and it has almost the most productive farmland in Yongchang County. Therefore, even though it is in the embarrassment of being a border town Status, from time to time monsters would come out from the mountains in southern Xinjiang or the Fubo Mountains to harass the people. The population here has always been large, especially when the prefect of Yongchang County a hundred years ago specifically issued a "rent reduction order" for the Heyu City area. After that, under the temptation of high production and low taxes, many people and refugees who had originally lived in difficulty began to move south, becoming the cornerstone of the prosperity of Heyu City.
Heyu City was not built on a mountain or near water. Like Taiming City, it was a core city located in the center of a plain. However, it had three large buildings on the land north of the Fubo River on one side of the mountains in southern Xinjiang. They are not small military towns. The three military towns are not very far from Heyu City. They are like three steel nails, nailed to the three places of the Fubo River where the water is slowest and the river is the narrowest. They are for Heyu City to monitor the military situation in southern Xinjiang and contain the southern Xinjiang. The frontier town of Xinjiang beast tide.
In addition, another important guarantee for Heyu City's defense line is the navy, a navy that only exists on the Fubo River and Mianshui River. This navy has no matter the number of warships or the number of sailors. , is not that outstanding in the world, but it is an indispensable part of the defense line of Heyu City and Zhaoshui City, and has a decisive position.
All the tactics on Heyu City's southern defense line are basically built around these three cities and one army. In hundreds of years, it has never experienced a setback like Baitong City did more than ten years ago. It is precisely because of these three cities and one army. The existence of the first army in the city, with Heyu City as the core rear area, gave birth to all the prosperity that a big city should have on the premise that its own safety was greatly guaranteed.
On this day, it was a sunny day, and in a street with old houses in the southern part of Heyu City, two men wearing military commander uniforms walked out one after another.
The two men were both about thirty years old, and they were decent-looking. However, one's skin looked whiter, and the other's skin was tanned. They each carried two bowl-sized bamboo poles on their shoulders, and they were fixed between them. There was a bamboo chair, and an old lady with white hair sat on the bamboo chair.
The old lady was cleanly dressed, short and thin, and she didn't look very energetic, but she still had a smile on her face. While sitting in the trembling bamboo chair, she muttered to the two men, "Slow down, slow down." Some".
After hearing this, the two men responded with a smile. They really slowed down a lot when walking, and tried to be as steady as possible. They walked all the way in the sun, which made them feel warm.
The white-faced man walked in front, turned around and asked with a smile, "Grandma, do you feel comfortable in the sun today?"
"Comfortable, very comfortable," the old lady said with a smile. She looked around with a pair of old but clear eyes. She saw the familiar streets and alleys and the familiar neighbors. He waved his hands, greeting them shyly and happily. They greeted each other vaguely, and they didn't know whether they really understood each other's words.
But none of this obviously matters.
The two men carried the bamboo chairs and turned around a familiar street corner, stopping next to a butcher's shop with an old sign. They gently put down the bamboo chairs. The white-faced man entered the shop and shouted "Boss, Boss". The dark-faced man squatted beside the bamboo chair with a smile and talked to the old lady.
The old lady looked at the sign of the shop, her eyes were as soft as water flowing, her head slowly turned, her eyes passed over every brick and tile on this street, as if time had stopped. She saw a scene that was beyond reality, "Let's just sit here and ask him to come out and do something. This is the time to get busy...killing pigs and cutting meat..."
The black-faced man responded loudly, and then he saw a chubby, older man running out of the shop in a hurry. Before he could reach him, he cursed angrily, "Two bastards, how can you be beaten like this?" Grandma, carry it out and watch if I don’t break your legs if you catch a cold!”
The two men laughed and hid aside. The white-faced man said, "The sun is so beautiful today, it would be a pity not to come out to bask in the sun."
The fat man squatted down next to the old lady with some effort, held her hand and whispered, "Is it cold?"
"Why is it cold? The sun is very nice. I asked them to carry me out. They can't beat the child." The old lady slowly turned back and looked at the fat man with gentle eyes, as if she had held him in her arms when he was a child. The look in his arms said, "You can go and do your work. Our meat must be cleaned thoroughly before it can be sold..."
"Hey, I got it, I got it," the fat man stood up and gave some instructions to the two younger men over there before trotting back to the shop. He must have been really busy.
The two young men promised better, but they were really allowed to accompany the old lady to talk. After a while, they had nothing to say anymore, so they hid in the shade of a nearby tree to talk.
"Have you made any changes recently?" the white-faced man asked.
The dark-faced man looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Of course there are, the superiors are very strict and don't let anyone talk about it."
The white-faced man pursed his lips in a certain direction to the east of the city, and then asked, "Where are you when we move to that end?"
The black-faced man glanced sideways to the southeast and whispered, "The situation is a bit strange right now. I heard that there was a lot of chaos outside the city and many people died. The monsters became more and more courageous and dared to directly harass our Heyu City. But there are not many in number. I don’t know why he made such a big move..." He leaned into the white-faced man’s ear and whispered, "Since I changed the place, I can’t even sleep well, I’m afraid. People around me..."
The white-faced man pushed the dark-faced man with his shoulder, and both of them were silent. For a moment, the sky was blue and white, but it made people feel a bit autumnal.
Just as the two men were talking, the old lady was sitting in the sun, her whole body was so warm that she was about to fall asleep. Just when she tilted her head in a daze, a piece of hair stuck horizontally in her white hair. The silver hairpin fell to the ground, and a clanking sound woke her up. She stretched out her hand like a dead branch to explore, but she always missed it a little. Just when she was anxious to call someone, a big white hand appeared. He picked up the silver hairpin and gently handed it back to her hand.
At the end of the silver hairpin, two milky-white pearls collided gently. The old lady's eyes moved up a little bit, and she saw the face of a middle-aged man who was very handsome and very close at hand. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was white and beardless. Wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a sword on his back, he looks as elegant and carefree as a dream.
The old lady narrowed her eyes and looked at the face intently. She opened her mouth slightly, and then closed it gently for a while, but she couldn't bear to look away no matter what, "Chang... is back." ..."
The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, stood up, glanced at the two men trotting towards this side, took one step, and disappeared without a trace.
"Grandma?!" The two men ran to the old lady and squatted down. They stared at the old lady's tearful face and looked at each other. After all, the white-faced man spoke softly, "That person... ....who is it?!"
The old lady raised her hand to wipe her tears, held the silver hairpin on her chest with both hands, and smiled lightly, "I have recognized the wrong person...Grandma...I have recognized the wrong person..."
