Gong fight?Niang Niang, she dominated the cold palace by farming

Chapter 51
During this period of time, Xu Ji has been running around accompanied by Song Qingzhai, supervising and giving pointers to farming matters. Now that everything has come to an end, he can finally rest.

Song Qingzhai invited her to walk around the camp.

Xu Ji was also quite curious, so she followed him around and walked down, frowning. She found that except for the tent where she lived with Mother Wen and others, there were no patches, and the rest of the tents were all patches piled on top of each other.

All the soldiers have only one set of unpatched clothes, and they are all washed to white.

Not only that, but their weapons are also of different lengths, and some of them are obviously not of the Dayan standard, and they are obviously spoils of war.

The soldiers ate very simple and rough food, but they were all full of energy. They ran around when they needed them, and trained rigorously when they were not needed. The rest time was usually used to write letters home, and few people chatted.

Xu Ji felt a little heavy in his heart, and after the turn, he asked Song Qingzhai: "Are you... so poor?"

"Bitterness?" Song Qingzhai raised his eyebrows, then smiled, "It's not that much. In fact, it was the hardest time when I first joined the army.

"It was a year before I met your mother. I joined the rebel army with my two elder brothers—the older brothers of the Song family.

"It's said to be rebels, but they are actually farmers who were forced to rebel by the former Qin court. What weapons can they have in their hands? It's just some farm tools, and there is no food and wages. The big guys eat and sleep together. They eat and eat when they are hungry. If they go to the regular army, they will be dispersed.

"Speaking of which, you mother and daughter are my nobles. Since I met you, I have defected to the Zhou family's army and slowly made a name for myself. When I rescued you, I was a small corporal leader, but because our centurion Chang Zhan died, so I will take over for him for the time being.

"If it wasn't for being brave and not afraid of death, you wouldn't be able to convince the crowd."

Xu Ji was curious: "Then who did you learn this good kung fu from?"

"My master," Song Qingzhai did not hide anything, "You should know my background, there is an old hermit in my adoptive parents' hometown.

"My parents begged hard, but the old man opened his door to accept me and passed on my martial arts for five years. Later, the old man died of illness and my hometown was hit by another disaster. I joined the army with my two elder brothers."

There are three and a half small children's chewing tools missing at home, so I can relax a lot.

Song Qingzhai paused, "Later, I also met an old soldier in the army who gave me gun records and military books, otherwise I would not be where I am today.

"This old soldier didn't even want to give his name. After the First World War, he returned to his hometown for fun. I sent someone to escort him, but lost his track halfway, and there was no news of him after that.

"I guess, maybe he is a close friend of the former teacher, otherwise he would not be so generous."

Sure enough, real people grow up through tempering, if it weren't for the ups and downs since childhood, they wouldn't be able to develop a talent like him.

But if a person can live a smoother life in this life, who would make himself uncomfortable and suffer?

Especially since he was separated from his biological parents from birth.

The Queen Mother Niu voluntarily abandoned him, then...

Seeing the twinkle in her eyes, Song Qingzhai smiled and said, "Emperor Taizu and the late prince treated me very well. Moreover, the late prince is not only brave, but also has a beautiful belly, can be courteous and virtuous, and has his own unique insights into governing the country.

"The most important thing is that he knows people well and has a heart of love for the people."

After finishing speaking, he let out another long sigh. It's a pity that such a future Mingjun died young.

If he is the emperor now, it will be the luck of the people!
(End of this chapter)