unlucky ghost

After a while, Tanxi finally couldn't bear the cold, and sneezed twice, rubbing his itchy nose, when a figure flashed in from the hole.

Tan Zishi held a pile of black things, picked up two stones, knocked them a few times, and started a fire.

"I got some firewood, is God still cold?"

Tan Xi was twisting his nose with his sleeves, Tan Zishi stretched out a pair of wet hands to wipe his face, his hands were warm, not like the temperature of a dead man like him.

"Why are you touching my face"

Tan Xi only felt his old face tighten, and couldn't help but look away.

Tanzi smiled, the water droplets on his face were crystal clear under the light of the fire, "I miss my father."

It's really nonsensical, you miss your father, why touch my face?But I don't know, this Tanzi has developed an obscene habit since he was young. Most of the people who wait at home for studying and living are men. Since they are the same gender as him, they are not as restrained as men and women. If it's pleasing to the eye, he likes to reach out and touch people's faces unscrupulously. His father is too lazy to take care of it, so that he can't change it now.

Tan Zishi said to himself: "That old man left without saying a word, leaving me alone to suffer in this world. He didn't teach me anything, and the money he left wasn't enough for me to spend. He set fire to nothing. gone."

Tan Xi got up, took off his outer robe, leaned over to the fire to roast, and thought to himself, no matter how much money your father left for you, it would not be enough for you, a prodigal son.

"At that time, I thought I was going to die. There was nothing in front of my eyes, it was pitch black, and I couldn't hear any sound. I just felt that it was raining from the sky, and the rain was pouring into my mouth along the corners of my mouth. The water was sweet and very sweet. It's delicious, even better than the bowl of palace tribute tea I drank at Liu's house the year before last. Just like that, I didn't die, tell me, am I lucky to be rich?"

Tanxi smiled secretly, it wasn't rain, it was the dew he collected from the leaves with so much painstaking efforts.

Tan Xi thought to herself, she had done her best.

"You are indeed blessed with great destiny. Your father has a spirit in the sky. You will not die. Don't worry."

"En." Tan Zishi lowered his head, poked the fire with a branch.

The branches crackled and burned.

Tanxi looked at his cheeks that were illuminated by the flames, and sighed secretly in her heart, such a pampered young master, now even dreams are so bleak, the world is really impermanent.

"What are your plans in the future? Will you go back to Feng's house?"

Tan Zishi shook his head, his eyes looked empty, "I don't know."

Tanxi folded her arms, her body was warmed by the fire, and she felt a little better.

"It's fine if you don't go back." Tanxi didn't mention Gu Daha's matter, and told him, but it just added resentment to him for no reason.

It is also rare to be able to live without resentment or hatred.

"Booming!" There was another thunderstorm in the sky, the fire in the cave swayed, and a gust of wind blew in. The cave, the figure and the fire, together with the sky and the earth, were blown away like sand, and the dream changed again in an instant.

In the Gaogexuan Building, the corners of the vermilion eaves are upturned, the sun shines on the glazed tiles, and water drops are dripping intermittently on the dripping eaves.

"Master, this is not how horses are ridden, you have to step on this."

Tanxi stood far away, watching a group of people circle around the Qiyao horse. The little pigeon supported Tan Zishi hanging on the horse, pointed to the saddle and said, "Be careful."

Tan Zishi fell off his horse, and Qin Qing followed him dangerously,

"Get out of the way, sir, I can ride a horse, and you don't need to say it."

Tan Zishi pushed Qin Qing away, raised his front skirt, and stepped on the Qiyao horse. The Qiyao horse propped up its four hooves, squinted its eyes and hummed.

"Dead horse, what is the name of the ghost, be honest with me." Tan Zishi patted the horse's buttocks.

Tanzi was about to leave, but there was a man standing in front of the horse, wearing a begonia-colored brocade suit, holding the horse with one hand, "What are you doing, riding a horse now, the master should scold again."

Tanzi smiled and said with his mouth crooked, "Jiang Han, as the saying goes, a man's ambition is everywhere, you go to fight outside the Great Wall with me, what kind of general and coach should you be, and travel around the border quickly, it's better than being bored in the study. Bookworm is strong."

Tan Zishi stretched out his hand, pulled Jiang Han onto the horse, and yelled at the surrounding servants: "Get out of the way, go back and tell that old man, young master, I am going to be a general, and I will return home on a big horse in the future. Give him a long face."

Saying that, with a wave of the horse whip, Qi Yao ran out of Tanfu in a flash.

The dream changed again, and Tan Zishi was riding a horse alone, galloping across the vast field, the wind was blowing, and his battle robe was flying.

Tanxi looked at it from a distance, and it was a good dream if it was exciting.

Tanzi really slept until dawn the next day, Ma Zhi came to the tent with a bowl of dark things, and patted his face.

"Brother Tan, wake up, get up and eat something."

Tanzishi opened his eyes in a daze, Tanxi had already come out of the dream, and now he was sitting at the table and dozing off.

"what is this?"

Tan Zishi stood up, looking at the dark thing that night with a look of disgust.

Ma Zhi scratched his hair, handed the bowl to him, and said: "This is chicken soup with wild vegetables. I stewed it for you with my own hands. Your leg is injured, and you are nourishing yourself after drinking it."

Tanzi took a sip of it in doubt, and swallowed it with his neck stuck. It was sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. He felt so sick that he wanted to vomit, so he quickly put the bowl back into his hand, "You eat, I'm not hungry."

Ma Zhi had no choice but to go out of the tent again with the bowl in hand.

After a while, there was a buzzing noise outside the tent, and a group of dry soldiers came in, with tattered armor, all curiously looking at the tampon seeds on the grass.

Tan Zi was a little embarrassed and sweated.

"I'm full and full, what are you doing here?" A middle-aged man without armor came in at the door and shouted.

"We haven't eaten yet."

The man rolled up his sleeves and stared, "Go, go, feed this little brother first, then it's your turn, don't get in the way of his mother."

A group of young soldiers walked away muttering.

The man walked up to Tan Zishi with a large pot, filled a bowl of clear soup that was neither salty nor weak, and handed it to him.

"I'm Tangcheng. I'm in charge of the meals. Just call me Big Brother Tang. Drink it while it's hot."

Tan Zishi pursed his lips and drank a couple of sips. The clear soup lacked water and had no salt, so it was hard to swallow.

"Why, can't you drink?"

Tan Zishi shook his head and drank it in one gulp.

"Ming Guo caught a pheasant in the morning, and it was because of that horse's quick hands that he said he wanted to stew it himself so that I could make it up for you. I really lost a good pheasant for nothing."

Tan Zishi handed the empty bowl to Tangcheng.

Tang Cheng took the empty bowl, and another person came in from outside the tent, also not wearing armor, with a goatee bursting into flowers, it was the old native doctor, Yu Bu.

"I said, has he finished drinking? The brothers outside are still waiting to eat."

Tanzi hurriedly said, "I'm full, you take it away."

Tang Cheng put away the bowl and took it out together with the pot.

Ma Zhi supported Tan Zishi and lay back on the grass. He also sat at the dilapidated wooden table, sitting next to Tanxi, drinking tea with a teacup.

Yu Bu dug out a piece of residual wax from a corner, lit it and put it on the table, and took out a thin, shiny knife from his pocket, the blade reflected the cold light, and roasted it back and forth on the flames.

Tanzi was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, but he didn't go to his feet, took off the cloth strips on his feet, and looked at the wounds on his feet.

"Brother Tan, I'm afraid you have to cut off your toe, otherwise, this foot may be ruined too." Yu Bu shook his head.

Tan Zi hurriedly sat up again, frowned and asked, "Cut it off?"

Yu Bu shook the dagger in his hand, a cold light hit his face, Tanzi couldn't help but gritted his teeth, "Can't you cut it?" Yu Bu sighed, "Look for yourself, this big toe is already bleeding. If you don't cut it off, I'm afraid the foot will be stained." Tan Zishi closed his eyes, then waved his hand, signaling him to use the knife.

Yu Bu turned around again, roasted the dagger on the fire, stuffed Ma Zhi's arm into his mouth, and said: "You have to hold back, I'm afraid it will hurt a little." Ma Zhi shouted: "Ai ai ai ai ai" , why bite my arm to him, why don't you take your own?" Yu Bu glared at him and was about to use the knife.

Seeing that Tanzi looked pitiful, Ma Zhi endured it.

Tan Zishi bit Ma Zhi's arm tightly, with eighteen buckets of water floating in his heart, he felt a heat on his toes, a heart-piercing pain, and tears came out along with it.

With only one knife, Tan Zishi had tears and snot running down his face, holding his breath and shouted: "Don't cut it." So he ignored him and wanted to cut again, Tan Zishi hurriedly shrank his feet, and the pus flowed smoothly. A large puddle flowed from the knife edge.

So he threw away the knife, "It's all right, just don't cut it, I'll go and pick some herbs for you." When he was about to leave the tent, he said again: "Whether you can keep your foot or not depends on your luck." Tanzi wiped away the tears from his face and sucked his nose.

Tan Xi thought it was funny, he has reached the crown now, but now he is crying like a child.

But he said that Tan Zishi really saved his toe.

The cut on Yu Bu that day was indeed serious, but most of the pus in his toe flowed out. After that, he applied dressings and changed dressings every day, but he got better every day, even Yu Bu himself was shocked.

Tanzi actually lay there for several months, and in the early summer, he was able to get up and walk gradually. After a while, he recovered and was able to eat, drink, dance, and dance. The happy Tanxi went straight, "Tan's family is really good for their ancestors. gone."

Let's talk about the origin of this group of people, whether they are small or not, they are a group of stragglers under the command of General Yi Lin.

General Yilin raised his troops in spring and was dealing with the enemy near Yinshan Mountain. When the troops were withdrawing, the group accidentally got separated from the army, and now they have become a group of legitimate deserters.

Even though the Emperor Shengming of the Great Dynasty is now in a state of prosperity, the world is full of prosperity, and it is a prosperous age of singing and dancing, but unexpectedly, the barbarians invaded without knowing their life or death.

Even though the Holy Majesty is holy today, he is inevitably arrogant and does not take this group of barbarians to heart. Unexpectedly, the barbarians attacked the city and conquered the land all the way, as if they were helped by immortals.

First, they attacked Bacheng and Shikucheng in one fell swoop, and dug open the embankment. Taking advantage of the rainy season, they flooded the two fortified cities on the south bank of the Yellow River. He became more and more powerful, and took advantage of the New Year's Eve to attack Yinshan.

The Holy Majesty panicked now.