My whole family ran away and farmed in ancient times

Chapter 153 For the Youth
Mi Wenyan picked up his bow and arrow, led Laifu and others to continue hunting up the mountain with dry food.

Nan Ke got off the car and asked Zhang Luo from Laishun's family to have breakfast.

The children protested, but it had no effect on their husband and wife.

Others are seriously affected both emotionally and in action.

Mi Xiangrong gloated.

Others feel distressed and have headaches.

Mi Wenyan and his wife let go of their hands, leaving them bewildered.

The children force them not to eat, drink or sleep. They have to be responsible for their children's future.

The party members learned from the painful experience, and after going to the fucking place.

He waved to Miao Miao, "Miao Miao, get up, Grandpa won't let your mother bind your feet."

It's so cold and the ground is too damp, don't get sick after sitting for so long.

Getting sick on the way to flee famine can kill people.

Miao Miao's eyes lit up, but the other party members shook their heads.

"Grandpa, thank you, Aunt Mi didn't bind Xiao Yu'er's feet, and Xiao Yu'er didn't get up, so I can't get up either."

"You child, huh..." Fang Yuanwai sighed, turned and left.

Everyone watched him go away. Some people admired him from the bottom of their hearts, while others thought he was confused.

On the children's side, those girls who were forced to bind their feet envied Miao Miao very much.

No matter how active the children's minds were, it did not affect their meditation.

The throat is almost rested, and many people are sleepy again. Mi Nanshan taught everyone to sing, from the rap of young China to the red star according to me to fight, from the return from shooting to the green flower in the army, serving the country faithfully.

The children's voices were all hoarse, and Nan Ke, who had been singing along, was also hoarse.

She lifted the curtain to look out, and her gaze fell on Minangka among the children. Her little fish was brought down to where it is today because of her and Shanzi's troubles.

If those gangsters had already left when she came back that day, Xiao Yu'er would still be the overlord in the army.

Now I can only sing about the past and reminisce, alas.

Falling into this closed and backward dynasty, the way up for the girl's family is too difficult and tortuous, and Xiao Yu'er will have to work twice as hard in the previous life to achieve the achievements of the previous life.

Yan Ding and others, who had been lurking nearby, were stunned by the protesting children.

Those melodies, they have never heard.

Those lyrics, they have never heard.

But it is impossible to ignore their majestic agitation and inspiring.

Yan Ding has an intuition that those children will become the mainstay of the Dali Dynasty when they grow up, and they will also be the most troublesome people in power.

He wrote all the anti-foot-binding incident, as well as the articles and songs that Mi Nanshan had recited these days into a letter, and asked his subordinates to hand it over to Xiao Muzhi.

The little general followed King Yan to fight these things, only a few hundred miles away from them.

When his subordinates set off, he specifically told them that if the letter could not be delivered to the little general, they would destroy the letter, and that matter, those people, those articles and songs should not fall into their hands.

The messenger hurried on, and when they arrived at the place where King Yan's troops were stationed, the troops had already left.

He passed through the refugees, set foot in the enemy camp, pretended to be crazy to escape the search, and only met the little general Xiao Muzhi after a narrow escape.

"General, Team Yan asked me to send a letter."

"Present." Xiao Muzhi had just come down from the battlefield, his armor was stained with the blood of the enemy, his eyes were bloodshot, most of his exhaustion disappeared after hearing Yan Ding's name.

Kang Zi stepped forward, searched the sender first, and made sure there was nothing wrong with it, then took the letter from the sender and inspected it to make sure there was no danger before holding it in front of Xiao Muzhi.

"Young master, my slave will read it to you."

Xiao Muzhi shook his head, he felt that he should read the letter himself, took the letter paper from Kangzi and unfolded it.

Yan Ding's familiar handwriting appeared in front of his eyes, and he read ten lines at a glance.

Kang Zi secretly observed his expression, from frowning to circling around the table, is it happy or angry?

He couldn't figure it out either.

He has been with the young master since he was 5 years old, and he has never seen the young master so emotionally exposed.

Xiao Mu slapped the table. A good article is really a good article. He sat down and reread it word by word. The more he read it, the more valuable it became.

To be able to write such a good article at the age of five is really a pillar of talent.

Xiao Muzhi repeatedly recited it silently, burned the letter after he learned it thoroughly, took a bath and changed clothes, and went to the camp of the Chinese army.

The king of Yan is in a state of desperation, and it has been more than three months since he played the battle. He has changed from the original king of Qin to a three-on-one.

King Qin gathered King Jin and King Xiao to deal with him in partnership, and he died heavily every day.

The weather is getting colder, the soldiers still have no winter clothes, and food and grass are in short supply. How should we fight this battle?
Someone around him has already persuaded him to push his hand to Xiaoguguan, and then he will come up with a good strategy.

What good strategy is there, as long as he retreats, he will never be able to step into Xiaoguguan again.

He didn't regret his death, but he was unwilling to die in vain with the soldiers who were born and died with him.

Pity the people of Yandi, they are struggling under the rule of the three kings.

The bodyguard came in holding the scabbard, "Report, General Xiao Shen will ask to see you."

"Please." King Yan cheered up and stood up to meet his most capable subordinates.

Ever since they were frustrated, only General Xiao Shen hadn't put forward an opinion yet, here it comes, here it comes, King Yan rubbed his hands inexplicably nervous.

After Xiao Muzhi went in to see the ceremony, he coughed twice: "Your Highness, I just heard an article circulated by the people of the Dali Dynasty."

King Yan was stunned for a moment, and his mood gradually eased.

"What article?" An article that can attract General Xiao Shen's attention must have a lot of background.

"Let me guess, is it Master Lu's? Or Qin Daru's?"

"No, this article comes from the mouth of a five-year-old child in Yanjing."

King Yan shook his head and laughed, what a five-year-old can do.

If Xiao Muzhi hadn't seen the article with his own eyes, and Yan Ding repeatedly explained in the letter that the article was indeed from Mi Nanshan, he would not have believed it.

"So today's responsibility does not lie with others, but with my youth... The youth is more powerful than the earth, and the country is more powerful than the earth."

When King Yan admired the festival, Xiao Muzhi stopped abruptly: "What about next?"

"There is nothing below." In fact, there is a song that interprets this article, but he can't sing it.

He thinks this article is enough... Mi Nanshan is still young, so it's not appropriate to show his edge too much.

The king of Yan was still not satisfied, he was so excited that he couldn't stand up, and walked up and down in the tent of the Chinese army.

When he was at his most difficult and in a dilemma, this majestic and magnificent article poured into his chest like a stream of oasis, arousing his invincible enthusiasm and determination to never regret.

"Yunhe, our young children in Yanjin still have such a mind and awareness, why should we give up?
In order for such young children to have a stable academy to study, we have to fight too. "

"I swear to follow His Royal Highness King Yan to the death." Xiao Muzhi clasped his fists in a statement.

King Yan patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, Yunhe, let's discuss first."

"Yes, please, Your Highness."

There was still excitement outside, the proud guards looked at each other, firmly guarding the tent of the Chinese army, not allowing anyone to approach.

(End of this chapter)