Madam, She Has a Tender Heart

Documents from the county were quickly issued, and all towns and villages received documents indicating the death of frontline soldiers. ReadМ

At the gate of Fengting Town, two large notices were posted, listing the names of those killed in battles from every township and village. They were so densely packed that it made people feel nervous just looking at them.

The corresponding list has been copied to the village chief, but there are still layers of people searching for the names of their sons and daughters around the notice board every day...

Every day, as long as you are close to the gate of the town, you can hear bursts of mournful wailing, making the listeners cry.

Su Qingyu also went to see it several times and confirmed word by word that Lu Bocheng's name was not there.

Her stiff limbs softened and she could no longer walk. His eyes were full of poor people lying on the ground, crying so hard that they couldn't breathe, and his ears were full of those crying and howling sounds.

She confirmed with Liu Juye that there was indeed no Lu Bocheng's name, so she didn't dare to go there again.

There was a continuous sound of crying in my ears. I didn't dare to sleep or go home. There were also suppressed cries at home. Su Qingliu's husband and Yaya's father Cui Mangzhong were also on the death list.

She also didn't dare to go to the store. The son that Granny Zhou had been waiting for for several years, Aunt Zhou's husband, Hongxiu and her brother's father were also on the death list.

The name of cousin Zhou Dajian's brother Zhou Dazhuang is also on the list.

Su Qingnao didn't dare to go home or go to the store. Even when she walked on the road, she was crying. Every day in the town, people performed rituals and threw paper money.

Zhou Dajiang returned to his home in the neighboring county. Granny Zhou endured the pain and was still busy in the shop. Su's father accompanied Su Qingliu and Yaya back to their village. She wanted to go back to build Cui Mang's grave. And Su's mother came to town to inquire about Su Qingsong.

Su Qingnao took her through the notice list, but Su Qingsong's name was not found. Liu Juye also confirmed for her that Su Qingsong's name was not there.

Mother Su still couldn't let go and went to the town gate every day, fearing that one day a third notice would be posted.

Every day before going to bed, he would shake his hands and hold Su Qingyu: "Qingyu, do you think they haven't finished copying it yet?"

Without waiting for Su Qingnao to answer, she said to herself: "Qingnao, you said your brother is alive, is he still alive?"

Su Qingyu nodded every time: "Well, mother, I don't have my brother's name, but he is still alive."

"Alive, still alive..."

When Su Qingnao put her to bed, covered her with a quilt, and thought she was asleep, she opened her eyes again: "Qingnao, the notice won't be posted anymore, right? Is your brother still alive..."

Su Qingnao heard her ask over and over again, and every time she patiently replied that he was still alive. My throat was choked after I finished speaking.

Su Qingnao couldn't fall asleep for a long time when she lay down at night.

Think about the list on the notice board. There were almost none on the list of those who were expropriated together with Lu Bocheng last year. I don’t know if it’s because they haven’t been brought to the front line yet, or because they haven’t been counted yet.

The list of those killed in battle must first be reported to the court, and the Ministry of Household Affairs must verify and issue the list, and then issue pension funds, and then report it down level by level.

Su Qingyu looked at her son, who was sleeping next to him and was gradually growing up. The child's eyebrows and eyes looked very much like his father's, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome. Only a little bigger, it was longer than her arms, and she could even roll over.

Su Qingnao poked her sleeping son and saw that he wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows and waved his hand unconsciously with an impatient expression. Su Qingnao smiled. He stroked his forehead and said, son, your father should be alive.

The night was so dark that not even the scattered stars could be seen, and it was shrouded in black clouds.

In a trench not far from the border, Lu Bocheng had been lying down for three hours, from sundown to dusk, and then into the starry night. As if feeling something, he raised his body...

"Tou, what's wrong? Is there any movement?"

Gouwa lay down next to him, watched him stand up slightly, moved over quickly, and asked in a low voice.

Lu Bocheng lay back again, staring ahead. He shook his head: "Nothing happened."

and you……

Stand up. We thought we were going to get up and do some errands. This mosquito is almost full.

"My ears are just hot."

Ears hot? Gouwa tried his best to look forward through the layers of darkness. Their heads indeed had special abilities, and they could sense changes ahead based on whether their ears were warm or not.

Just as he was making random guesses, he heard Lu Bocheng whisper: "My wife may be talking about me."

Gouwa thought he heard some useful news, but he didn't expect to hear such a sentence. He didn't remember his wife's words today, but he actually thought of his wife now.

Come on, bully him for not having a wife! When the battle was over, he immediately asked for leave and went out of the camp to find one. snort.

A group of people lay still for half an hour, until they heard Lu Bocheng say: "Action!"

Everyone took off their disguises, carried the guy, and ran towards the action quickly.

After a fight, Lu Bocheng led a dozen of his men to capture the enemy's sentry post, lit the smoke, opened the gate of the enemy camp, and welcomed his own troops in.

The fighting lasted until the end of the next morning.

The captain, who had been promoted to the rank of general, patted Lu Bocheng, who was covered in blood, and praised: "Okay, your boy has made meritorious service again this time."

Lu Bocheng dragged his arm that had been numbed by the hacking, and clasped his fists in vain: "The general is over-praised. It is all the credit of all the soldiers."

"You kid, don't be so modest. I'll give you a big credit on your merits."

"Thank you General."

Lu Bocheng took off his thick armor as he walked towards the camp. Gou Wa came over and said, "Boss, what do you think the superiors will reward you this time? Give you a promotion or gold?"

"You know gold."

"Don't you like gold? As long as it's valuable, I like it. I'll save it for my wife in the future."

"You are just thinking about marrying your wife."

"As if you don't care about your wife." Gou Wa curled his lips.

Lu Bocheng rolled his eyes at him and said nothing. He reluctantly took his armor and followed him.

As he walked, he took off his clothes: "Boss, there is a river here. I asked about it and it's clear. Let's take a bath later. I'm stinky." After saying that, he sniffed his body and looked disgusted. The ground tilted to one side.

Hearing that Lu Bocheng agreed, he happily followed him, took off his clothes, and took a look at Lu Bocheng: "Hey, head, it's so hot, and you're still wearing this blouse." Clothes?"

Lu Bocheng took a look at himself. He took off his armor and still had a middle coat on him. Outside the middle coat was the soft armor given by his master. Outside the soft armor, he was wearing a robe made by his wife.

Lu Bocheng touched it again and again with nostalgia: "Well, I'm afraid of the cold."

Gou Sheng held the armor and clothes of the two of them in his hands and was stunned. Are you afraid of the cold? In the middle of winter, we were taken outside to train in the snow. You ran back and forth shirtless for a few times. Now you say you are afraid of the cold?

I believe you, you big-headed ghost.