Since then, there has not been a year on the border between Song and Xia that the sound of golden drums and horns has not been heard. The people of Kansai were either requisitioned to serve as people's servants, or they went directly to the army. Han Gang's father and eldest brother both served as people's servants, transporting grain to the front line, or going to the border to build cities. Han Gang's second brother joined the army after he reached the age of sixteen. After joining the army, he repeatedly went into battle, and was injured many times in the past few years.

The family has three sons, one is a farmer, one is in the army, and one is studying, each of whom has a career, and the Han family is also an enviable family in the village. But this year, everything has changed.

At the beginning of April this year, the Western Xia army invaded the south again, and more than 100,000 troops attacked Qinzhou with all their might. Han Gang's second brother went into battle again, and Han Gang's eldest brother, who was a farmer at home, was also temporarily recruited. But as soon as the two left, they never came back. Han Gang studied with Zhang Zai for two years, and just after the Dragon Boat Festival, he was recalled by a letter from 100,000 urgent.

I still remember that at that time, Han Gang rushed home from the place where he was studying in other places day and night to run for funeral, and fell ill due to rain and wind on the way. When I got home, I couldn't afford to get sick. It was still hot in mid-May. Now He Fang has two thick quilts on his body, and he still feels a little chilly, not only because his body is weak, but also because the weather is indeed getting colder. Extrapolating the time, I am afraid that it is already August and September in autumn.

After lying in bed for three or four months because of a lung disease, He Fang felt with his own experience what are the advantages of society after a thousand years. In the era in which He Fang lives today, human life is as light as a feather, whether it is war or disease, it can make a sturdy young man easily lose his life, and it is by no means a smile to pass.

And a disaster also made the Han family change from a well-off family to a broken house. The two courtyards of the family should have been sold-otherwise the room where He Fang is now would not match the memory left by Han Gang - hundreds of acres of land have also been sold, and only the remaining three acres of vegetable gardens are still being remembered day and night, He Fang heard the conversation between Li Lezi, the buyer of the field, and his parents, but he didn't know what the final result would be, whether the remaining three acres of land of the Han family had also been sold.

Thinking of this, He Fang's heart was filled with a flame burning. Because of himself, he let his home be robbed by others, whether it was He Fang or Han Gang, they were all angry because of this.

"Heaven is good, but retribution is not happy. You can do things that fall into the well, but if you are stabbed in the future, don't shout injustice......" This is what one of He Fang's seniors said to him after drinking, and that is the emotion they just felt after attending the memorial service of another colleague. The colleague lying in the transparent coffin of the funeral home, as well as his severed face that could not be repaired no matter how much makeup he put on, made He Fang extremely stimulated. After that day, He gave up the job that paid quickly, and found a serious job to do. In the future, he always has to collect a little more in the world, and he will never do everything.

He Fang was very impressed by the words of the seniors, and it was just right to use them now, "Heaven is good, since you dare to take advantage of the fire to rob, don't blame me for giving you a retribution." He Fang was a grudgeful and vengeful temperament, and he swore in his heart that he should take action on his own.

But a thousand years ago it wasn't all disappointing, just on the other side of the bed, a slender girl was half-lying on the edge of the bed napping. Looking at the past from He Fang's angle, I couldn't see the girl's appearance, I could only see her cloud-like hair dyed by the light with a layer of soft light, and I heard the soft and thin breathing sound that made He Fang's ears itch. Judging from the girl's thin figure, she looks like she is eleven or twelve years old at most, but in fact, she has just turned twelve. He Fang woke up for the first time, and the sound of 'third brother' came from the girl's mouth.

Although she called Han Gang the 'third brother', the girl was not the daughter of the Han family. According to Han Gang's memory, the girl's name is Yun Niang, who is the adoptive mother of the Han family, and she is from a Tibetan background. Four years ago, the lord of the Western Xia Kingdom, Wei Mingliang Zuo, led a large army south to attack Qinzhou, and many of the pro-Song Shubo in Yanbian were wiped out and many were driven away. At that time, there was a shortage of soldiers on the Qinzhou Road, and the young Yun Niang was abducted by traffickers and sold to the Han family, and she also took the surname Han.

The so-called adoptive mother, He Fang literally understands the meaning of the adopted daughter, but this is another way of saying the maid in the Song Dynasty. As for Han Yunniang calling Han Gang as the third brother, it is not surprising. In ancient times, it was very common for domestic servants, as long as the host family they served did not have an official status, to call the old lady as a father and mother, and the young master as an elder brother. And He Fang has at least seen the golden bottle plum, and he is not very surprised by these.

The days when Han Gang was half-awake on the sickbed, he was mainly taken care of by Han Yunniang. The twelve-year-old girl served the patients properly, and even the bedsores that were difficult to avoid in large hospitals in later generations did not give birth to a single decubitus. Han Gang was accustomed to it, but He Fang, who had taken away his reincarnation, knew how rare it was. With gratitude, He Fang reluctantly raised his hand, intending to straighten Han Yunniang's hair spread on the futon. It was a slight movement, but it woke the girl up from her sleep.

"Third brother? ……”

The girl was still half-asleep, her eyes were foggy, and her voice was soft, with a childish slurred speech. It's just that as soon as she raised her head, He Yi's eyes suddenly lit up. In the memories left by Han Gang, when he left home to study more than two years ago, Han Yunniang was just a yellow-haired girl who had not yet grown. But now in He Fang's eyes, the twelve-year-old girl really amazed him.

Maybe it's because I've been lying on the side of the bed for too long, and half of the bun that symbolizes the girl's identity has been scattered, half of my hair has fallen like a waterfall, and the faint yellow light is reflected on the hair, shining like the finest satin. The pretty girl was half-covered by her hair, adding a bit of charm to the childish melon seed face.

The ruddy mouth is slightly open, the small nose bridge is straight, the eyebrows are curved like the moon, and the eye outline is slightly sunken. It may be that they have a little bit of Western Regions blood - Uighur caravans often come and go in Qinzhou, and the Tibetans are not as chaste as the Han people, so there are not a few Tibetans with Western Regions blood in Qinzhou - the deep and clear appearance of the facial features does not conform to the aesthetic concept at this time, but if Han Yunniang walks on the street after a thousand years, I don't know how many longing eyes will be aroused.

Waking up from her sleep, Han Yunniang rubbed her eyes sleepily. When she put down her hand, she was meeting He Fang's gaze full of amazement.

"Third brother! ......" The little girl covered her small mouth and stared at her eyes in surprise, which was pitiful. The day before yesterday, she saw that her third brother finally showed signs of waking up after sleeping for a long time, and in the past few days, she had to lie on the side of the bed, alternately caring for Han's mother, looking forward to Han Gang waking up again.

In the past half a month, every doctor who has been invited from Qinzhou City for consultation has shaken his head and sighed after the diagnosis is the worst, saying that her third brother is not saved - several doctors have said that no one can be seriously ill and bedridden for four months, and after being unconscious for more than half a month, they can be rescued again - but Han Yunniang still has a glimmer of hope in her little heart and refuses to give up, and she does her best to change and scrub Han Gang's clothes every day, and prays to the gods of the four directions in the sky when she is free.

The little girl's mind is very simple, she is the adoptive mother of the Han family, of course she has to do her best. What's more, in the Han family, the best person to treat her is also Han Gang. God is pitiful, how many days of hard work have finally not been in vain, thinking of this, Han Yunniang's nose was sour, and crystal tears slid down her cheeks drop by drop.

Leaning on the side of the bed, Han Yunniang sobbed and cried non-stop, the tiredness and anxiety of the past few months poured out with tears, she clutched the quilt tightly, "Third brother, have you woken up......?"

Teardrops flashed brightly, as if crystal beads fell from the little girl's cheeks, He Fang was a little distressed and stretched out his hand, wanting to wipe the tears from her face. The little girl was startled by He Fang's movements, but she didn't avoid it, and let He Fang help her wipe away her tears a little clumsily. At this time, she stopped crying, took out a sweat towel out of nowhere, wiped her tears, and the little girl was about to stand up, "By the way, I'll call my father and mother to get up." ”

"Let Daddy and Mom fall asleep, they're tired too." He Fang reached over and grabbed Han Yunniang's hand and pulled her closer. Feeling the greasy and smooth palm of the hand, the slender wrist seems to break with a slight force. Looking at her little face, He Fang said softly: "I've worked hard for you these days. Look at it, so much weight has been lost ......"

The little hands were tightly clenched, and they breathed each other, Han Yunniang only felt that her face was hot, if it was daytime, there was no flickering firelight, and the shyness and blush on her face would be discovered. She didn't know why the third brother of Lu Dao was not as strict and polite as in the past, so that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

After squirming for a while, Han Yunniang suddenly covered her small mouth and snorted softly, "Ah, I forgot to turn off the light, it cost so much oil!" As he spoke, he supported He Fang's body again and wanted to stand up.

"Don't worry. Just let the lamp be lit, and it will be extinguished when it is burned. "The little girl's tricks, how can the old and sophisticated He Fang not see it. He clenched his hand tightly to prevent her from taking it away.

Han Yunniang gently pulled a few more times, and when she saw that He Fang refused to let go, she didn't move, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, beautiful and delicate like a night blooming. was just stared at by He Fang's burning eyes, and the little girl's head drooped lower and lower. The unheld right hand gently twisted the ribbon around his waist underneath, staring at the quilt with no lines, as if trying to see a flower come out.

The two people in the wing room sat and lay down, and although their eyes did not intersect, their hands were tightly connected. The lights crackle from time to time, but they add to the quiet. Looking at the beauty under the lamp makes people not feel intoxicated. Holding the girl's slender little hand, looking at her delicate and touching appearance, He Fang only felt peace and joy in his heart. Although he has no house or land, he has a little Lori as a companion, and he suddenly feels that it would be good if he could come to the Song Dynasty......

PS: Today's third update, collect red tickets, collect.