I farmed in ancient times

Sleeping drowsily, Jueming felt someone coming over, fed him meat porridge, and gave him medicine.

It was bitter in the mouth.Cassia tried hard to open his eyes, but was unable to overcome the drowsiness, and then fell into a drowsy sleep.

Lanzhu lay in the palm of Cassia Ming, bringing him some coolness.

Someone touched Cassia Ming's forehead and covered him with a quilt.

The rain outside did not know when it stopped, the sound of frogs croaked everywhere, the dark night dispelled the red sky of the previous few days, and everything was silent.

The long-lost moon also poked out half of its face from behind the clouds, and quietly sprinkled the moonlight.

The person on the bed rubbed his dry eyelids, opened his eyes, and saw the moonlight shining through the window lattice on the ground, and the ground was covered with silver frost.

Caesar supported the bed with his elbows, his head seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't even lift it up.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Jue Ming seemed to see a raised black shadow on the other side of the bed.

"Who?" Jue Ming twitched his legs, and there was a cry of pain from the end of the bed, followed by a surprised voice, "Are you awake?"

Why is Li Xiurong here?Caesar moved his legs, "You are pressing my legs."

Li Xiurong got up from the end of the bed, got out of bed and lit the oil lamp, "How is it? Is it still burning?"

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand to Cassia Ming's head, and Cassia Ming slapped it off with a slap, "It won't burn."

"Aren't you thirsty, do you want to drink water?" Li Xiurong put the oil lamp on the table, poured water from the teapot with his head down, the dim light reflected his face, under the soft light, Li Xiurong's facial features were well-defined, his starry eyes were dark and deep, his eyebrows It's like cutting with a knife.

The soap-colored cloth robe with narrow sleeves was extremely uncoordinated on him.

This was the first time that Jueming had seriously looked at Li Xiurong. Unexpectedly, the scourge who spent all day chasing chickens and dogs in the village, sitting on the top of straw stacks and bragging, was quite handsome.

The handsome young man who was pouring the tea put down the kettle, turned around holding the small tea bowl, and brought it carefully to Cassia Ming's face.

Holding the teacup, Jue Ming took a sip, the tea was still warm, and he drank it down in one gulp, "You're only presentable when you don't talk."

"What's wrong?" Li Xiurong raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't look like it when you talk?!"

"You are fifteen this year, oh, you are sixteen." After drinking the tea, Jue Ming gave the cup to Li Xiurong.

"That's right." Li Xiurong put the cup on the table, turned off the light, put his hands in the air, and went back to the bed in the dark.

"Your father just let you play like this?" Jueming lay on the pillow, he could feel Li Xiurong stepping on his foot at the end of the bed, and hurriedly groped and lay down.

"No." Li Xiurong lay on the inner side of his clothes, and said aggrievedly: "My father beat me all day long, there is no other way, I just found a master to practice martial arts, my skin is thick, my father doesn't hurt anymore. "

It was really a suffocating operation, and Jue Ming continued to ask: "Why do you still play when your father beats you?"

Li Xiurong put his hands under his head and said, "Because it's fun."

Then, Li Xiurong took an inventory of the "toys" from childhood to adulthood, from beautiful calligraphy and paintings to exotic gadgets, which alleys in Bianjing have what to eat, and listed them one by one. At the end, he said: "Wait until you go to Bianjing , I'll take you to eat something delicious!"

Jueming felt strange, "Didn't your family ever think about letting you study and get a job?"

"Weng Weng and father are both civil servants. I don't want to be like them. They are obviously rivals, but they still have to fight with a smile." The room was dark, and Li Xiurong looked up, and then said: "Anyway, my mother also said that being an official Too tired, anyway, with my father, I will eat and drink well at home, and then I will make a living, as long as I have enough to eat."

Li Xiurong blinked, "However, I don't want to eat and die like this, but I don't know what I want to do, study? I feel sleepy when I see words."

"There is still a long way to go." Jue Ming said, "You are so good at martial arts, you can try martial arts."

"Martial arts?" Li Xiurong patted the quilt, "After I learned martial arts, I wanted to try it, but I heard it was very hard and tiring.

Cassia: "Is it painful to work hard, or painful to regret?"

Li Xiurong said anxiously: "My mother said that a soldier has to get up every day when he is ugly, run fifty laps around the school grounds, practice guns during the day, and go to bed at night."

"Besides, they follow the old system and only eat two meals a day." Li Xiurong sighed, "I want to go too, but... such a perverted place, do people go there?"

Even in ancient times, military training should not have been so intense. Jue Ming frowned and asked, "Didn't you ask others yourself?"

Li Xiurong scratched his head, "I asked the servants in the house, and they all said that what my wife said was right. When I asked some of my friends, they said that what my mother said was not complete. When I slept at night, dozens of people crowded together on a big wooden board. Sleeping directly under the armor, drinking water is always cold water that has not been boiled, not to mention tea, only generals can drink tea."

Li Xiurong said sadly: "I am very sympathetic to what happened to them."

Even remote villages know that drinking unboiled water can easily lead to illness. How could the military camps of the Song Dynasty allow soldiers to drink unboiled water.

"Your mother..." Jue Ming hesitated, "How do you treat me on weekdays?"

Li Xiurong nodded, "Treat me very well. Everyone in the house says that although she is not my own mother, she treats my son better than my own mother."

stepmother?

Caesar asked: "Then do you have brothers and sisters?"

"Yes." Li Xiurong pointed his fingers, "Two younger brothers and six younger sisters."

A thought flashed through Jue Ming's mind, "Did your stepmother spoil you on purpose, making you a useless person, while her son shined brilliantly and was appreciated by your father. "

"How is it possible!" Li Xiurong got up and said angrily, "How can you say that! She is not such a person!"

Jue Ming pursed his lips, "Maybe it's my illusion."

Li Xiurong was so angry that he lay on the bed and said nothing.

This kind of drama should not be seen in ancient times, it is the same for emperors, and it is also the same for those deep houses.Jueming suppressed his doubts, perhaps Li Xiurong's stepmother was sincerely treating him well.

Jue Ming closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when Li Xiurong's muffled voice came from the end of the bed, "Re-tell your analysis just now."

Still sleepy after a whole day's sleep, Caesar licked his lips, "Let's talk about it tomorrow..."

"No!" Li Xiurong got up, sat on the head of the bed and shook Cassia, "Say it quickly."

The drowsiness that had just brewed was shaken away by Li Xiurong, Jue Ming was so annoyed that he slapped Li Xiurong's hand away, pulled himself together, and asked, "Is your brother born by a stepmother?"

"Yeah." Li Xiurong said, "My mother passed away early, and I didn't remember much at that time."

Jue Ming: "Then how old are your brothers? Did she also teach his two sons to have fun all day long?"

Li Xiurong recalled it for a while, and it really wasn't true. Although his stepmother was very kind to him, she was very strict with his two younger brothers. He was slapped in the palm of his hand after writing big characters.

"They're studying..." Li Xiurong murmured, "Xiu En is thirteen this year, and when the spring of next year begins, the exam will be over."

"That's it, your stepmother is not treating you well, she is harming you." Jueming rolled his eyes, "Excessive pampering makes you a good-for-nothing trash other than being able to play."

Li Xiurong clenched his fists and thumped the head of the bed fiercely, and there was a muffled sound in the dark night.

"She is strict with your brother because she wants others to mention your Li family's son, not you, but your two younger brothers."

Although Li Xiurong didn't say anything, Jue Ming guessed that the original partner must be the first wife, otherwise the one who continued the string would not have dealt with Li Xiurong so schemingly, leaving Li Xiurong unaware for more than ten years.

Li Xiurong sat on the head of the bed dejectedly, "Thinking about it now, that's really the case."

"Although I'm playful, I'm not stupid." Li Xiurong smiled wryly, "I vaguely remember when I was a child, every time I learned a word, Weng Weng would hug me on his lap and feed me golden silk cakes."

"Later, after she came, she took me to play in the garden every day, and let a group of girls coax me. In this way, I grew up, and she gave birth to two sons one after another."

"She taught her son to read and write, and taught me to play, so I'm an ignorant bastard by comparison."

Li Xiurong said bitterly: "I will never be fooled by that woman again when I go back this time!"

Talked dryly for a long time, but did not hear Cassia Ming's response, Li Xiurong tentatively called: "Jinshan?"

What responded to him was a burst of even breathing.

--Fell asleep.

Li Xiurong tucked the corner of the quilt, moved lightly to the end of the bed and lay down.

When Jue Ming woke up, he just felt refreshed, and hung the beads around his neck, and Jue Ming lifted the quilt and got up.

On the inside of the bed, Li Xiurong had long disappeared, and the quilt was neatly folded at the end of the bed.

It was sunny outside.

Cassia stretched his waist and went to the well to fetch water to wash his face.

The wooden door of the main room opened with a "squeak", Cen Daonian was hanging a pendant on his waist, and walking towards the well, just in time to bump into Jueming brushing his teeth, "Are you awake?"

With tooth powder in his mouth, Jueming nodded with puffy cheeks, and hurriedly rinsed his mouth, "It's healed, I'm going to cook!"

Cen Daonian was worried, he stretched out his hand to touch Cassia Ming's forehead to confirm that he was really getting better, he let go, "Go."

Li Xiurong usually doesn't get up until the sun rises, he rarely eats breakfast, why did he get up so early today?Could it be that he was stimulated by what he said yesterday?

While thinking about it, Jue Ming went to the kitchen and made breakfast together with Li Xiurong and the others.

After the torrential rain washed away, Panshan appeared to be full of life. The misty mist in the morning shrouded the mountain. Li Xiurong held a long sword in his hand and waved it in the forest.

The mist was pierced by the long sword, and the shadow of the sword appeared in all directions, but there was no trace of the sword. Li Xiurong turned his body and straightened his arms. Where the hand was, the direction the sword pointed, a blurred figure passed through the fog.

Uncle Shi came out of the mist with a quiver on his back, and praised Li Xiurong's sword tip, "Good swordsmanship!"

Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Li Xiurong hurriedly put away his sword, "Uncle Shi is absurd."

"I see that the smoke from the Cen's house has stopped, so go back and eat." Uncle Shi waved his hand at Li Xiurong.

Li Xiurong rushed up to meet him, clasped his fists and said, "Uncle Shi, I know your boxing skills are very good, if possible, can you teach me some moves?"

Uncle Shi pondered for a moment, "Let me go home and discuss it with Xiao Huaniang."

Everyone in the village knows that Uncle Shi is known far and near as a "strict wife". Li Xiurong said, "That's natural, Uncle Shi, go slowly."

Uncle Shi turned around and walked up the mountain with Li Xiurong on his back.

Putting the sword back into the scabbard, Li Xiurong strode down the mountain, and after a short while, a scream came from the bottom of the mountain.

Rubbing his hands, Li Xiurong wanted to cry but had no tears, why didn't he have a long memory!