Disarmed and returned to the field

Xie San loves to drink.

I can always watch him have a drink in the tavern of the old Zhang's house in the village.

If he has money, he will ask Lao Zhangtou to chop some pig's head for him.If you have no money, you can drink half a copper and have a cup.

Once he dug up half a piece of rough jade from the shabby ground of his house, and spent ten days intoxicated and dreaming.Thanks to this greedy Xie San, the palm-sized wine shop in Lao Zhangtou's house has survived these three to five years precariously.

When he was drunk, he took off his coarse cloth short shirt, sat shirtless beside the official road, and sang Shiba Mo at the top of his voice, so the girls in the village would stay away when they heard his voice. There is no matchmaker.

Xie San is not from the village, but a retired soldier who has disarmed.

Three years ago, the Celestial Dynasty repelled the Khitan Kingdom in the West, and there was no war in the world, and the horses were released from Nanshan.The emperor gave amnesty to the world, and veterans who have served for 20 years or over [-] years old can release their military status and return to the fields.

Although Xie San looked down and out, he was only in his thirties, and he came to the village to settle down with two copper coins bestowed by the emperor.When he was drunk and confused, someone asked him how he was able to delay his military registration.

"Hey, you don't know that! I went out with the army to serve as a doctor for the army when I was ten years old. It's been 20 years. Naturally, I can get out of the army." He was drunk and proud.

The villagers all sighed.

Joining the army at the age of ten?

Twenty years of service?

This solution to the third is really bragging that you are not afraid of the cowhide being broken, and it is purely bluffing.

Xie San doesn't know how to farm.

This person is also lazy.

Go out at three poles in the sun.

Came home just after noon.

The ground is full of weeds.

The canal collapsed and was not repaired.

The two and a half fractions of the land allocated to him had been planted for several years, and no matter whether it was wheat or sweet potatoes, they were half dead.Barely enough food for one person.

Qingliang Village is only more than three hundred miles away from the Khitan border.There are mostly retired veterans, as well as local people.In the past few years, it was repeatedly destroyed by wars. In the past three years, because there was no war, it was peaceful and peaceful.

On the third day of March, Xie Sanyang slept until noon, got up dizzy, drank the last two taels of shochu, and decided to go to Lao Zhangtou to fetch two catties back.After going out for three to five hundred steps, I saw a pool of red water beside the Xiliang River.Xie San's heart skipped a beat, he looked left and right to see if there was anyone, and climbed down the embankment.

Pushing aside the reeds, one could see that someone was soaking in the water.Xie Sanchan slightly stepped forward to test his breath, it was also extremely weak, more out than in, he was afraid he would not be able to survive.

Xie San sat on the bank and thought for a while.

Stand up and walk around twice.

Think again.

Finally, he raised his head to the sky and sighed deeply, hit his thigh, jumped into the reeds, and dragged the man ashore.

He lay on the bank for a long time, panting for breath, and said sullenly: "I really can't see it, it's heavier than a cow." Turning around, he was stunned.

The man on the ground was wearing Khitan leather armor, with a scimitar pinned to his waist, and a bow tightly held in his hand. Needless to say, he was a Khitan soldier who floated down from the upper reaches of the Xiliang River.

"This is really...unlucky." Xie San murmured.

After a while, he wiped the water from his face, and climbed up the river embankment with the people on the ground on his back. Looking around, there were no pedestrians, and he sneaked back to his home like a thief.

The Khitan soldier who was unconscious was stabbed in the waist, the wound was huge, blood gushed out, Xie San's blouse was completely stained in just a few steps.

He put the little soldier on the bed, quickly cut off his leather armor, and when he brushed the little soldier's hair, he couldn't help being stunned.

Xiaobing was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with dark eyebrows, a high nose bridge, eyes I don't know how big they are, but scary long eyelashes, not as rough as ordinary Khitan people, but like a mixed Khitan and Han, so It also brought a bit of the quietness of the Han people.

He tidied up the man, stuffed the wound with ashes from the bottom of the pot, asked the woman living nearby to borrow a needle and thread to sew it up, and finally reluctantly took out Huadiao wine from the corner of the wall and poured it on the wound to disinfect it.

"This is a ten-year-old Hua Diao." Xie San reluctantly said, "It's cheap for you kid."

After so much tossing around, it came to the afternoon, Xie San went out to mess around with some food, and fell asleep on the table in the main room when he came back, woke up in a daze, the surroundings were getting dark, and he realized that it was already midnight.

Suddenly remembering that there was a lifeless person in the room, she quickly stood up, and after taking half a step, she felt something icy and cold pressing against her neck.

"Who are you..." The other party's tone was strange, as if he was not a Han Chinese.

"Say!" The cold blade pressed closer, and Xie San felt a little pain, as if his neck was about to be cut open.

"I said, I said!" He said quickly in fright, "My name is Jie San, and this is Qingliang Village."

The person on the opposite side gasped for a while, then asked again: "You, save me?"

"I saved you. I am your benefactor. You can't repay your kindness. Do you know what it means to repay your kindness, that is..."

"Shut up." The person on the other side said in a low voice.

Shut up if you understand the three senses.

Then the knife around his neck began to shake, causing Xie San to stiffen from fright.

The person opposite was panting more and more heavily, and suddenly stopped, and the knife was removed from his neck.Xie San made a stride, and held the young man in his arms.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead.

It was really hot.

"It can still rise after being fired like this." Xie San said, "Tsk."