Dahan first prince

Chapter 235 A word is settled!

Kanto is bounded by a great river, the war in the north has not stopped, and the war in the south is imminent.

But in Guanzhong, it was full of enthusiasm and a scene of peace and happiness.

Although the crown prince Liu Ying was already in Kanto due to the war, the influence Liu Ying left behind on the land of Guanzhong has not been weakened even a bit because of Liu Ying's departure.

In the past month or so, there have been endless appearances in various places in Guanzhong, and the auspiciousness that is aimed directly at Liu Ying's "King the World" is needless to say;
What really made Liu Yingxian's name spread far and wide, and was well known to women and children in the countryside, was the upcoming bumper harvest in Weibei and the orderly implementation of the government-operated grain policy in Guanzhong.

If you want to talk about Guanzhong, there is no place where you can feel the breath of "war". There is no doubt that it is composed of tens of thousands of Guanzhong young men, village braves, and even bandits and rangers. , just arrived in the Hangu Pass tens of miles long queue...

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"Shiro~"

Following the team on the mountain road leading to Hangu Pass, a shout mixed with the sound of horseshoes made the young man turn his head abruptly.

When it was clear that the person who came was the most outstanding officer in the village and his immediate superior Zhang Duomi, the other Sima Zhang Duomi jumped off the back of the old horse, took the reins, and arrived at the Beside the boy.

"Hey!"

"This old man is serving useless hay!"

"Eat a few catties, and after only running two steps, you actually broke out in a cold sweat?"

Hearing Zhang Duomi complaining and complaining, the young man only smiled politely, but he didn't speak, nor did he stop.

Seeing the young man's attitude of not allowing strangers to enter, Zhang Duomi's face froze for a moment, and after a while, he smiled wryly and shook his head slightly.

Before Zhang Duomi raised his head again, Rao was held tightly by the boy's hand, and the boy's stomach also let out an untimely roar.

"Gulu Gulu..."

Feeling the strange and incomparably loud roar from the abdomen, the young man's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he lowered his head subconsciously.

After a while, I saw the young man lift up the complex face that was written with perseverance, strength, and a little bit of shyness, and muttered in a low voice as if explaining: "Chaoshi, I used more vegetable sauce... "

Seeing that the young man was still unwilling to open his heart to him, Zhang Duomo only let out a long sigh with feeling on his face, and finally made up his mind, handed the rein in his hand to the hand of the guard beside him, and immediately grabbed the young man's arm, and pulled the young man into the roadside.

But what Zhang Duomo didn't notice was: at the moment when his arm was grasped, there was a breathtaking chill on the young man's face!

Soon, the coldness and wariness in the young man's eyes quietly dissipated into the valley following Zhang Duoshao's warm words.

"I heard from the township party members that Shiro seems to have hidden the military rations distributed in recent days?"

Seeing that the young man didn't want to be the focus of the team, Zhang Duomi also put his hand on the young man's shoulder very understandingly, as if talking to each other, and walked slowly along the side of the road.

And when I heard that the most outstanding officer in my hometown and the most outstanding peer in my clan were also on this trip, Zhang Duomi, who shouldered the mission of "care of the children of Zhangjiazhai", finally felt a little self-consciousness in the brows of the young man. responsibility.

——Although the military laws of the Han Dynasty did not stipulate that the military rations must be eaten up, and most soldiers would save part of the rations, either for emergency needs, or to take them home, but basically No one would leave [-] to [-]% of their rations like a young man.

The reason couldn't be simpler: if you don't eat enough, you can't hold your sword steady, you can't pull your bow and crossbow, it is impossible to walk down the battlefield alive!
From the young man's point of view, Zhang Duomi came to him because he was worried that his actions of saving rations would affect the combat effectiveness of the other Sima under his command.

Thinking of this, the young man didn't forget to curse a few times in his heart for being an informer, and then he raised his head apprehensively.

"It's not that the clan brother doesn't know the situation in my brother's family."

"Back then, Bai Deng, my lord lost his hands and toes from the cold, so did Uncle and Zhong."

"Since then, my younger brother's family has relied on my mother for their livelihood, but when I was last year, my mother died of a serious illness..."

Recalling the tragic situation in his own family, the young man gradually calmed down, and seemed to gain some inexplicable confidence.

"In order to raise money for my mother's funeral, my brother's [-]-acre farmland will be divided into [-] mu for the adults, and sold to the ancestor of the clan brother;"

"In my brother's family, the adults and all the elders have to cultivate a mere [-] acres of farmland with a crippled body; but under my brother, there are three other members, my younger sister and Ji..."

Having said that, the young man only lowered his head with a sad face, and his volume gradually decreased to an inaudible level.

Looking at the boy's head lowered again, and the teardrops falling on the boy's loose military robe, Zhang Duomi could not help but let out a long sigh, and patted the boy's general's head again.

Speaking of which, the young man next to Zhang Duomi is the most miserable family in Zhangjiazhai.

In the first year of the Han Dynasty, when Sanqin was still established today, they began to grant land in Guanzhong; Zhangjiazhai and Chang'an faced each other across the Wei River, but the distance was only a hundred miles away, so they got their own [-] mu of land early on.

The family has a field, and Guanzhong has settled down. There is no need to worry about hunger and cold. Naturally, there are three younger brothers and sisters in the boy's mouth.

He already had three sons, and he added another son and two daughters because of the rich rations. The boy's father is naturally grateful for the present.

Four years ago, Han Wangxin surrendered to the Xiongnu in Mayi, and now the thunder is furious, and he gathers a large army in Guanzhong, and he is about to fight the Xiongnu Shanyu!
Hearing that the Son of Heaven conscripted soldiers, the boy's father put on his bow, picked up his sword, and even took his two eldest sons, who were only fifteen or sixteen years old, on the journey called "Repaying Gratitude".

And the tragedy in the boy's family began at that time.

During the war, a burly and powerful pawn who was over thirty years old and had two sons was definitely the backbone of the army!
But when such a three-person combat team composed of the father, the eldest son, and the second son loses combat effectiveness in a war, and even loses the basic ability to survive, for the family of these three people, this is a big problem. A hopeless, undeniable catastrophe...  
Losing his only labor force, and even bearing the livelihood of three disabled people, the pressure on the boy's originally happy family suddenly increased!
And the boy, at the age when he should be mischievous, began to help his mother and shoulder the burden of this unfortunate family.

Then last year, the boy's mother was finally overwhelmed by life, and this family that was about to be broken was completely on the boy's shoulders.

——Looking up, it was the father who was either bedridden or unable to walk, and his two elder brothers;

Heads down, there are three young brothers and sisters who are waiting to be fed and unable to help themselves;

Turning around, two-thirds of the [-]-acre field that originally belonged to the family no longer exists;

Close your eyes, it is the entrustment of your mother when she is dying: take good care of your younger siblings, take good care of your father and elder brother, grow up quickly, and become an indomitable husband...
"Ah~"

"It's also a miserable family..."

Recalling what happened to the young man in the past few years, Zhang Duoshao couldn't help but blushed, even though he had never experienced a similar feeling.

As the eldest grandson of the third old Zhang Bingji in Zhangjiazhai, although Zhang Duomi is not a "second generation", he can be regarded as having no worries about food and clothing since he was a child.

Especially since the current Han Dynasty, the handman Tian Jue, his grandfather Zhang Bingji retired from the army, was given a dove stick, and became the only three elders in the Zhangjiazhai. Basically no more worries about survival.

The reason is also very simple: when the land was awarded today, Zhang Duomi's father had already separated from his grandfather.

Not only Zhang Duomi's father, but even several other uncles separated early on.

So in Zhang Duomi's family, although there are more mouths waiting to eat, and there are more than [-] mouths, the land given today is as much as [-] mu.

——Grandfather Zhang is sick and has [-] mu, father Zhang Pengzu has [-] mu, and the other four uncles also have [-] mu each.

Ordinary people have a family of five or six, and a hundred acres of land can fill their stomachs. What's more, Zhang Duoshu's family has only 20 members, and has a full six hundred acres of land?
According to what Zhang Bingji often said, that is: Health!
Can be vigorous!

Give the old man twenty or thirty grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and the old man can afford it!

But obviously, unlike the "rich and powerful" Zhang Duo's family, the situation in the young man's family is extremely bad.

In fact, logically speaking, even though the father and the two elder brothers were disabled to varying degrees because of the war, they could still move after all.

Coupled with the fact that the young man brought his younger siblings to help him, a hundred acres of land could still barely support the family of seven.

But as the saying goes: the hemp rope is broken at the fine point, and bad luck always seeks the poor.

The only adult woman in the family passed away, leaving only a mere thirty acres of the one hundred acres of land in the boy's family.

Just last year, the one who bought the land of the young man's family so that the young man's family could raise enough money to make the funeral go smoothly was none other than Zhang Duoshu's father...

Thinking of this, Zhang Duomi's face was only slightly stiff and indebted.

But soon, that debt was fleeting.

Instead, there is an inexplicable gentleness and a sense of responsibility that no one can explain.

"Silang saved the rations, do you want to take them home?"

Hearing Zhang Duomi's question, the young man turned his head with a strange expression.

Looking at Zhang Duomi's eyes, she seemed to be saying vividly: Otherwise?

"Uh······"

With a low moan in embarrassment and a stiff laugh, Zhang Duomi finally stopped in his tracks again, looking at the young man with a serious look in his eyes.

"Na Shiro, have you ever thought about it: If you leave all the rations and don't eat a grain of rice, what should you do when you arrive in Chudi and the enemy is facing you?"

"If Shiro unfortunately dies in battle, how will the old man, elder brother, younger sister, and Ji Zu in Shiro's family survive in the future?"

As he said that, Zhang Duomiao's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he grabbed the military robe on the young man's shoulder, and forced himself to lower the tone full of grief and indignation.

"Does Shiro know that at the beginning of spring, Uncle Zhang once said to our family: Brother Zhong in Shiro's family is almost hanging on the beam?!"

"Silang also knows: After last year's autumn, Uncle Zhang risked selling the young girl and a profiteer for the rice grain he borrowed when he returned home?!"

The low reprimand full of resentment caused the young man to subconsciously lower his head, tightly clenched the corn that was hidden in his bosom, and the veins in his originally weak fists bulged.

Teenagers know these things...

Even the father's idea of ​​'selling the girl for food' was persuaded by the young man desperately!
But now, when Zhang Duomi, a distant family member who is neither an outsider nor a close relative, puts these things in front of him, only a trace of deep despair quietly appeared in the young man's eyes. ······
"hiss······"

"Hiss..."

"Well···"

"Don't cry!!!"

Before the boy's choking sound came out of his throat, Zhang Duomi hurried forward, wrapped his left hand around the boy's shoulder again, and tightly covered the boy's mouth and nose with his right hand.

After going out like this for a long time, Zhang Duomi let go of his right hand when he felt the young man calmed down a little, and calmly tried to persuade him.

"Silang first joined the army, so he knew nothing about the military."

As he spoke, Zhang Duomi did not forget to put on an expression of chatting, and swept a circle around the armored soldiers passing by beside him without any trace.

"Silang should know: soldiers in the army are not afraid to hide rations privately, but when it comes to war, if the stomach is empty and weak, no matter how much rations you hide, you will never be able to send them home!"

"What's more, once the battle is defeated, the rations that Shiro privately hid will be eaten by the thieves. It is unknown if he is full of food and has enough strength to kill two or three fellow soldiers in the army."

Hearing Zhang Duomi's words, the young man froze, and raised his head suddenly as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

But seeing that Zhang Duomi didn't wait for the young man to speak, he smiled jokingly.

"Don't count on me."

"If Shiro dies in battle, I will never send food home for Shiro."

Seeing that Zhang Duomi refused his request without waiting for him to speak, the young man lowered his head again with a sad face.

But what the young man didn't know was: as the controller of this 'Biebu Sima', as the commander of these hundreds of Zhangjiazhai children, no matter what, Zhang Duomi would never allow any township party to die before him .

What the young man didn't even know was that as early as the time of the expedition, Zhang Duomi's younger brothers had already gone to the young man's home to help the young man's [-] acres of land and work hard on the autumn harvest...
"It's better than this."

"How about we make a bet?"

Zhang Duomi's abrupt proposal naturally caused the young man to raise his head subconsciously, but after thinking about it, he lowered his head in a lack of interest.

"My brother has no money..."

Muttering in a low voice, the boy did not forget to tighten his hands on his chest, as if to warn Zhang Duomi: Don't pay attention to my ration.

But seeing Zhang Duomi waved his hands regardless, lowered his head a little, and said mysteriously: "If this battle, Shiro can beheaded one level, and return with his whole body, I will ask my lord to take the old man from Shiro's house when I return home." The seventy acres will be returned to Shiro."

"And no money will be taken!"

"No money?!!!"

The boy let out an exclamation of astonishment, which caused the soldiers who were walking slowly in the path beside him to look sideways.

Zhang Duomiao smiled lightly and nodded heavily, and immediately stretched out his right fist, as if waiting for the boy to make a bet with him.

"A word is settled!"

Not a moment later, the boy's thin and withered fist hit Zhang Duoxiao's sandbag-sized fist.

At this moment, the original kind smile finally slowly appeared on Zhang Duomi's face.

"It's a deal!!!"

(End of this chapter)