In August, the north wind hunted, blowing the withered grass in the sky, and the four fields were dead and silent.
Dense snow powder was blown up by the strong north wind and tossed everywhere.
Zhao Wudi faced the north wind and looked at the snow powder in the sky obsessively, as if it was not snow powder, but snow-white rice noodles, hot rice cereal, and fragrant rice cakes He stretched out his hand, and let the snow-white "rice noodles" fall on the cold palm, more and more, came to his mouth, licked greedily, melted in his mouth, and woke up from a dull and tasteless dream.
Hehe, the miracle of rice noodles from the sky has not reappeared, it seems that he has ended his fate with God, and the road ahead will have to be for him to go down step by step.
"Crunch Crunch" The barracks opened and closed with a piercing creaking, and out of it came an old soldier, with gray hair, a dark face, cloudy old eyes, a gray beard fluttering in the wind, his clothes were not neat, and he carried a belt in both hands, as if he was looking for a place to clear the inventory of the night.
"Hey, you are a stupid boy, your health is not good, why do you run outside early in the morning to drink the north wind" The old army turned his head and saw the stupid and stupid Zhao Wuving, and couldn't help but stop, staring at the cloudy old eyes, complaining with a strong sense of concern.
"Ah nothing, I just can't sleep, come out and look at the snow."
Zhao Wudi made a random excuse.
This place is a secret outpost of the Tang Dynasty border army, hidden in the shadow of a low mountain, thirty miles away from Shuofang City, stationed a fire pawn, monitoring the movements of the Turks in the north.
The Tang Army had a total of 10 people and a fire commander, which was the smallest combat unit.
The task of Zhao Wushu and their firefighters was to monitor and probe the movements of the Turks, and once they encountered a Turkic attack, they would warn Shuofang City in time.
As the saying goes: it will rain, and people will eat Zhao Wuving and their fire pawns are all flesh and blood, and they can't eat Xia and dew, and they don't eat fireworks in the world, so they naturally have to eat, and this old army is their part-time fireman, responsible for carrying water and cooking, and staying in the barracks when they go out on patrol.
The old soldier's name is Li Ergou, a hereditary military household, a person from Yangzhou, a fellow villager of Zhao Wuving, nearly fifty years old, because he has no children under his knees, no one inherits his military household qualifications, and he is still fighting for the country at a great age, and he is embarrassed to think about it.
At the age of fifteen, Zhao Wudi replaced his bedridden father and came to Shuofang, and before he knew it, two years had passed.
He was born in the south, grew up in the south, plus congenital deficiencies, weak body, in this bitter cold land in the north, it can be said that he is living like a year, struggling to support, three days and two heads will have a headache and brain fever toss, if it were not for the care of fellow villager Li Ergou, I am afraid that he would have died and buried his bones in the desert.
Li Ergou is a hereditary military household, as a pawn, life is very difficult, and his parents died early, there is no brother and sister to help, alone, and no money to spare, nearly thirty years before he stepped on a family business, since he added a daughter, no matter how hard he worked, there was no movement.
Today, he is nearly fifty years old, and when he reaches the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, although he is unwilling to cut off the incense, he has more than enough strength and can only reluctantly accept his fate.
Since arriving in Shuofang City, he met Zhao Wudi, a fellow villager, Li Ergou has a lot of love for this fellow villager, and takes care of him meticulously, and is often joked by the same fire as "closer than his son".
In August, it is already the snow season, and there are only two meals a day, so people are used to going to bed early and getting up late in order to reduce the consumption of physical energy.
As nomads, the Turks also did not have the habit of night raids.
At this time, the soldiers in the barracks were wrapped in thin bedding, shrunk into a ball, snoring, wandering in their dreams, the saliva at the corners of their mouths and the crystals at the corners of their eyes indicated that their dreams were not peaceful.
Perhaps in the dream, they returned to their distant hometown, and saw their long-separated relatives, surrounded by a low table, a fat goose, a few bowls of side dishes, a pot of old wine, a faltering old father, a kind old mother, a busy wife, and babbling children The old soldier Li Ergou is a fireman, so he naturally can't lie in bed, and needs to prepare morning food for the big guys, and the old man always feels that his time is running out, and he doesn't want to waste the rest of his life on the bed.
Who knows, Li Ergou, who has always been the first to get up in the whole fire, encountered a "ghost" as soon as he went out, which made him wake up suddenly, and his sleepiness disappeared, and a dazzling light shot out of his confused eyes.
"Look at Xuexue, what's so good-looking, this forehead is cold, and it's not hot" Li Ergou slipped his belt in one hand and touched Zhao Wuyi's forehead with the other, and after a while, he smashed his mouth and said with a smile: "Invincible, are you homesick?"
family Green trees, a pool of water, a few dilapidated thatched huts, a withered and coughing father lying on the couch, a delicate girl with a cloth on her head, busy in the fields and at home, and a little girl who always likes to follow the girl This is Zhao Wudi's home, and his family.
The old father was a hereditary army soldier who was nearly forty years old, but disaster fell from the sky, and suddenly he contracted a vicious disease, and since then he has collapsed in bed and cannot take care of himself.
Zhao Wudi's mother died of childbirth a few years ago and passed away, leaving behind a pair of children.
That little girl is Zhao Wudi's sister Kite, who is four years old and should be six years old this year, and the little person was born without a mother, which is a pity.
As for the thin girl, her name is My Aunt, she was originally an orphan of her father's comrades, and she had a marriage contract with Zhao Wudi since she was a child.
Now, the family is sick in bed, Lang Jun is far away, I don't know how many tears will be shed in the face of a full moon on this Mid-Autumn Festival Time reverses, time and space change.
This is a place outside the city of Yangzhou in Daming, it is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the small bridge flows, the blue waves ripple, the scenery is pleasant, and the beauty is magnificent.
There is an island in the middle of the vast blue waves, and there is a beautiful and continuous mountain range in the distance.
There is only one family on this island, that is, Zhao Qianli's home, an ancient martial arts family, which has been passed down to this day, and it has been unknown how many years.
There are his grandparents, parents, siblings, a wife who loves each other, and a pair of children Hey, I looked for him thousands of times in my dream, but it was still a dream, and I couldn't go back.
This is not only a reversal of thousands of years of time, to the passing of the Tang Dynasty, but also a plausible Datang, not in the same space, this distance from time and space, how far away And how can you find your way home?