Fisherman's Song Dynasty

The Deshun Army is one of the three major garrisons of the Song Dynasty in the Northwest. The military discipline is strict and the army is well-organized, and there are such Confucian generals in the division. It can be said that it is a famous army in the Northwest. He Deshun Army came from behind, so they wisely chose to retreat. Even if they could die, they would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

The Deshun army in the planting division was stationed outside Jincheng Pass like a door god. The Xixia army watched from afar, and did not respond at all for several days.

In the past few days, Zhong Shizhong asked Xu Zizhen to go to his army to taste tea and chat from time to time. Gradually, Xu Zizhen realized something was wrong. Knowing his so-called natural psychic status, Xu Zizhen often had one or two weird questions in the chat, which made Xu Zizhen very hard to guard against and had a headache.

Every time when this kind of question is mentioned by the seed teacher, he always finds a way to change the subject or sneak out, but he is familiar with the generals in the Deshun Army, especially Han Wu, who met him It was even more affectionate, calling one brother at a time.

Xu Zizhen has been searching for the names of these generals in his mind, but he has never seen any of them in books before, so he had to give up in the end. After all, there are so many people in Song Dynasty, and there are too few records in the books. How many can he meet? If he is famous, he is considered extremely lucky.

This period of time is probably the most leisurely time for Xu Zizhen. In addition to going to the Deshun Army to chat and talk, learn some military knowledge, and return to the residence at night to have a sneaky tryst with Shui Liuli. Although there is no super-friendship again, But for Xu Zizhen, kissing and hugging is better than being bored.

In addition, Xu Zizhen ran to Tang Lun's iron shop when he had nothing to do during these days. The firecracker was a knot in his heart. Although he didn't know how to make a gun, he knew a lot more than people these days. My brain recalled any knowledge I had read and learned before, and discussed with Tang Lun about the further improvement of the fire gun.

After more than ten days like this, Li Meng's injury finally healed. Xu Zizhen couldn't help laughing when he saw his miserable face, and asked, "Why are you so virtuous, kid? Who owes you money or what?" ?”

Li Meng pouted and said, "Uncle, I've been healed a long time ago, why do you keep letting me lie in the room? I'm about to grow maggots."

Xu Zizhen laughed and said: "You deserve it! It's true that you are brave in battle, but you have to be very careful. If you get injured, you have to lie down like this again, understand?"

Li Meng said: "I don't want to get hurt, but isn't there no way?"

Xu Zizhen's smile suddenly faded, and he said seriously: "Clean up, I will accompany you home tomorrow to bury your father's bones, and when I return to Lanzhou City, I will teach you something." With a sharp shoulder, he said word by word, "In the future, uncle will definitely let you be a general!"

He saw a lot of things in the Deshun Army these days, which reminded him of some movies and TV shows he had seen in his previous life, such as special forces and the like. Partly, he has slowly figured out a way of thinking, and he will follow this way of thinking when he comes back, and train a special team.

"Really?" Li Meng's eyes lit up immediately, and he looked at Xu Zizhen excitedly.

Xu Zizhen suddenly smiled, and looked out of the window with deep eyes: "At first, your uncle and I were just lazy people, and only wanted to open a small shop and marry a small daughter-in-law who counted the small money every day. This life is considered to be happy, but now It seems that it can't be done!" He pointed his finger in the direction of Jincheng Pass, and continued, "Now Xixia soldiers are coming, and the Jin Kingdom will have to fight back after a while, and the Song Dynasty is going to be in chaos. Live a good life? How can the people of the world live a good life?"

Li Meng scratched his head blankly: "Uncle, I don't quite understand what you said, but I understand a little bit, you want peace in the world?"

Xu Zizhen nodded seriously: "Yes, I want to make Song Dynasty the most stable and richest country in the world, so that Song Dynasty will never have war!"

Li Meng grinned his teeth and thought about it, and finally said with a firm expression: "Uncle, although I don't know what you mean, but I only recognize one thing, that is, I will do whatever Uncle asks me to do!"

Although Xu Zizhen was a little dumbfounded, he was still very relieved in his heart. He patted his head and said, "Well, you haven't grown hair yet, so it's too early to tell you this."

Li Meng poked his neck: "Who said I didn't grow..."

Early the next morning, Xu Zizhen took Li Meng out of the customs and headed for Xixia. The two of them rode horses and wore Xixia leather hats on their heads. He brought out the previous set of rhetoric, Xu Zizhen was originally an inch head, and Li Meng spoke extremely standard Xixia dialect, so he went straight all the way and entered Huaizhou within a few days.

Huaizhou is located on the east side of Xingqing Mansion, the capital of Xixia, and it is very prosperous and lively under the light of Xingqing Mansion. It is the first time for Xu Zizhen to come back to Xixia. In comparison, except for the difference in clothing, everything else is almost the same. Even in language, a considerable number of people speak Chinese.

Li Meng has been silent since he entered Huaizhou. Maybe he remembered the little things he had here when he was a child. He took Xu Zizhen to the western outskirts of the city. There is a small hill here, and Li Meng turned around. When he came to a depression on the mountainside, a deserted grave suddenly appeared in front of him.

This tomb looked like it had been around for some years, the tombstone was blurred and broken, and he couldn't even see what was written on it. Li Meng stood there in a daze, and suddenly two lines of tears flowed from his eyes. Walking slowly to the grave, he knelt down with a plop.

"Mom! My son is here to see you!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was already crying. At first, he was a little bit depressed, but after a while, he couldn't care about anything else, and started to cry loudly.

Xu Zizhen sighed, and didn't persuade him, and let him vent his distress. So many things happened during this period, he believed that Li Meng could quickly adjust himself.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Li Meng to gradually stop crying, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, dug another deep hole next to his mother's grave, and solemnly untied Li Sheng's shirt from his lapel. The urn came and was carefully buried, and then covered it with handfuls of dirt with both hands.

When they went back, Li Meng was still not in high spirits, and walked down the mountain in silence, Xu Zizhen didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to walk with him, when the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain, suddenly a cry came from afar: "Help! "