The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan walked to the big stone at the city gate. The stone was silent for a thousand years in the howling wind that rolled up the yellow sand. Mu Zhiming stepped forward, put his hand on the rough stone surface, and asked softly in his heart : What secrets are you hiding?

"There are words." Gu Heyan stood calmly at the upper wind, shielding Mu Zhiming from the wind, and said.

Mu Zhiming nodded, he noticed the words engraved on the stone yesterday.

The two looked up and saw that the characters were not painted with dye, and most of them were eroded by the wind and sand, and they couldn't understand the meaning no matter how they looked at them.

Mu Zhiming looked up for a while, stepped forward to touch the engraved marks for a while, then tilted his head to look for a while, bowed his head and meditated for a while, but found nothing.

Near noon, both of them were hungry and had no idea, so they had to go back to the village to borrow paper, pen and ink, rubbed some of the words on the stone, and took them back to the inn to study slowly.

The two returned to the inn, but they couldn't find the boss in front of the hall and heard noises coming from the backyard, so they went to the backyard, and saw the innkeeper pulling a rusty iron cover at the corner of the yard, and the iron cover was completely covered. It's loess. If you don't look carefully, you can't really tell that it's an iron cover, which is integrated with the ground.

"Hey, you two are back." The boss greeted warmly.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Mu Zhiming asked curiously.

The boss wiped his sweat with the back of his hand: "There is a cellar where sweet potatoes are stored. I want to open it to let the sun out and let the sun shine. How could I know that this place is rusted, and I can't open it no matter what, hey."

"We'll help you." Mu Zhiming stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves and bent down to grab the handle on the iron cover. Just as he was about to exert his strength, he heard Gu Heyan say in his ear, "Let go, I'll do it."

Mu Zhiming turned to look at him.

"Give way." Gu Heyan said again.

Mu Zhiming obediently obeyed, let go of the handle to give way to Gu Heyan, Gu Heyan stepped forward and grabbed the handle, frowned slightly and lifted it up vigorously, only to hear a dull sound, the cellar was opened.

"Oh! Thank you two gentlemen!" The innkeeper was grateful, "You two young masters are hungry, I will go prepare lunch now!"

Probably because of the preparations in advance, the dishes were served very quickly. Not long after Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan sat down, the boss brought the large bowls of dishes to the wooden table on a wooden tray: "Two young masters, eat slowly. Just call me to clean it up."

"Wait, boss, what is this?" Mu Zhiming pointed to a half-arm-high clay pot on the table and asked in doubt.

"This is a specialty of our place. It's called brewed milk. Thank you two sons for helping me open the cellar. This is for you!" The boss replied with a smile.

"Boss, you are too kind, thank you." Mu Zhiming happily opened the seal of the clay jar, a rich and sweet milky fragrance came over his face, he took two small bowls, and put the milky fragrance in the clay jar The white liquid was poured out, and one of the bowls was picked up and handed to Gu Heyan: "Come on, brother He, special delicacies, the boss's heart, have a taste."

Gu Heyan thanked him and took it, took a sip, and frowned slightly.

"How?" Mu Zhiming asked.

Gu Heyan murmured: "...too sweet." After finishing speaking, he picked up the bowl and took another sip. This time, he swallowed much slower. He stared at the bowl of fermented milk in his hand and tasted it carefully, with an expression of sweetness. Ling Ling said again after a long while: "It's not bad, you should like it."

Mu Zhiming looked at Gu Heyan, and couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. He recalled his previous life, and the two of them were not familiar with each other. Every time he heard others mention Gu Heyan, he always felt a sense of unreality, except "loyalty to serve the country, I can't remember anything other than "Jagged General".

But now, in front of him, Gu Heyan is no longer just a passage from a storyteller, but a young man with flesh and blood, with both likes and dislikes, who can mutter "too sweet", extremely cute.

Mu Zhiming was taken aback.

Wait, did he think Gu Heyan was cute just now?

Do you think an ever-victorious general who is bloody on the battlefield and can beat ten of him with one hand is cute?

Hey, you're not crazy, are you?

"What's wrong with you?" Gu Heyan said suddenly, pulling Mu Zhiming's thoughts back.

"Ah..." Mu Zhiming lowered his head in a panic to hide his emotions, "I just... feel that these delicacies are not like the customs of Dajin, but more like the food that Gouji people like."

"..." Gu Heyan looked at Mu Zhiming suspiciously, but didn't ask anything, just nodded: "Yes."

Mu Zhiming pretended to be calm, and continued: "The folk customs of the Goji people are rough and bold, and the mutton is never sliced, and it is directly served in front of the diners, so most of the literati in the Jin Dynasty think they are rude and barbaric, but I don't think so. In the vast world, everything is inclusive, and if you think about it carefully, each has its own magnificence and uniqueness, for example, Gouji's writing is like a painting, and their way of reading is also very different from Dajin's, they are..."

As Mu Zhiming was talking, he suddenly fell silent. He seemed to be thinking of something, and stared blankly at the front, but his eyes didn't come together.

Gu Heyan was about to ask, when Mu Zhiming picked up the rubbings and looked at them, and immediately stood up happily and shouted: "I see!"

"What?" Gu Heyan asked.

Mu Zhiming said: "This is Gouji's writing, because the reading order of their writing is from bottom to top, from left to right, which is completely opposite to that of Dajin, so I didn't recognize it at first!"

Mo Sai suddenly realized that the two of them didn't even bother to eat, so they took a steamed bun to fill their stomachs, and rushed back to the stone of the city gate.

Although the wind and sand eroded the traces of the carvings, Mu Zhiming was clever, half-guessed, and understood what was written on the stone.

Gouji once had a Khan named Balakhan. When he was young, he experienced a violent coup in Gouji. As the failed party, he fled all the way to this village. The kind people in the village hid him. Later, when Gouji's pursuers arrived, they searched the whole village, and even tortured the people to extract confessions, but none of them gave the confession of Baal Khan, who was still a child, to the pursuers. That stubborn kindness went to protect a young child.

Balakhan later returned to Goji and became king. The first thing he did was to engrave his gratitude on a big stone, put the big stone in front of the village, and swear, As long as this stone is still there, Goji Kingdom will regard everyone in the village as a friend.

Many years have passed, and Balakhan has passed away long ago, but this oath is indelible and passed down from generation to generation.

Mu Zhiming understands why a stone can make foreigners dare not plunder it, and also understands why this village is called "friend" on the map of Gouji Kingdom, but the clue of why the Gouji Congress suddenly sent troops to invade Dajin is not clear. broken.

There was mixed joy and sorrow. When Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan returned to the inn, it was already dark in the evening. Although the two of them didn't have a good lunch, they could eat dinner slowly with peace of mind.

Mu Zhiming left in a hurry at noon, he didn't even drink the milk rice presented by the boss, so the first thing he did after dinner was to taste the milk rice, he picked up the bowl full of milk rice and took a sip , I just feel that the entrance is soft and milky, and there is a different kind of sweetness after tasting it carefully.

Gu Heyan's guess is right, he really likes it very much, since he likes it and it's a novelty, he can't help but drink more, after the meal, the milk stuffed in the clay jar has almost bottomed out, and most of it went into Mu Zhiming's stomach.

After dinner, the two asked the boss to clean up the wooden table and bring tea. Gu Heyan hesitated and said, "Excuse me..."

"Huh?" Mu Zhiming's sitting posture became slack, and he tilted his head with one hand and squinted at Gu Heyan, "Brother He, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Gu Heyan asked: "Aunt Liang, are they all okay?"

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "Aunt Liang and the others are very nice. Zhong Cheng and Juan Niang were happy with their precious son a few years ago. The child is smart and handsome, and I gave him the name. When the frontier is peaceful, please return to Beijing. Look at them, they really miss you. Aunt Liang often told me about your childhood, saying that when you were young, you always forgot to sleep and eat when you practiced swords. Don't remember eating..."

In the last sentence, Mu Zhiming spoke very vaguely. He finally realized that something was wrong with him. He looked at Gu Heyan with confused eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Brother He, do you feel hot..."