The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

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The refugees lined up in a long queue, waiting in an orderly manner to receive porridge and rice.

In a certain porridge shed, an elderly shabby old man looked at the white rice porridge in his bowl, burst into tears on the spot, and was so moved that he couldn't be more moved.

He escaped from Youfufeng. On the way, his son robbed a big family of food in order to find some food for him, but he was beaten to death in the end.

I sued the officials, but no one cared at all.

Along the way, he starved to death everywhere, and he ate everything that could be eaten, such as tree roots and turf.

The first two years were fine, but this year suffered a catastrophe.

What kind of world is this!

The old man found a place to sit down, looked at the rice porridge in the bowl, and wept.If the son and granddaughter were still alive and knew that there was porridge to eat, they would definitely cheer happily.

But now, I am the old man who survived.

Ugh!

The old man sighed, and there was only helplessness for this world in his cloudy eyes.

On the other side, the noisy victims suddenly quieted down.

A car with two horses at the same head stopped, and with the help of a maidservant, a beautiful woman in a plain skirt walked out. She lost the elegance and luxury of the past, and became more concise and simple.

The refugees had already knelt down and bowed down.They couldn't repay the grace of survival for several days, so they could only kowtow to show their gratitude to the savior.

Yan Wei quickly got the people up, she couldn't afford such a big gift.

Two months ago, she took her children out of the city to relax. On the way, she saw refugees gnawing on tree bark and filling their hunger with weeds. The miserable and desolate scene was really unbearable to look at.

Yan Wei couldn't bear it, so she ordered the steward of the mansion to open a porridge shed outside the city to help the poor and distressed people.

However, disaster relief is a bottomless pit, and the court can't handle it for a while, let alone a woman.

In just two months, the valuables in the house were almost sold off for food.

In addition, Yan Wei also borrowed nearly ten thousand stones of grain from other houses. This is for Lv Bu's sake, otherwise, no one would lend it to her.

But even so, it can only be a drop in the bucket.

More and more refugees came here, and the number outside Chang'an City exceeded 15.

After that, I really can't afford it.

"Ma'am, you come here every day to give porridge and help us all. You are really kind-hearted. For a compassionate Bodhisattva like you, the gods in the sky will surely bless you with a long life!"

"That's right, without you, madam, I would have starved to death here."

"You are like our reborn parents. You have given us a chance to be reborn. From now on, I will do whatever you tell me to fight, and I will not regret it even if I die!"

Some middle-aged men expressed their gratitude loudly. If it weren't for this lady, they might have become a pile of bones on the side of the road and let the wild dogs eat.

Yan Wei shook her head lightly, signaling to everyone that there is no need to thank them.

At first, she just wanted to accumulate more virtue for her husband, so as to ask for God's blessing.

Later, when she saw those emaciated children and ragged old people showing smiles, many displaced families were reunited, and the children were happy in the arms of their parents...

She felt that her eyes were wet and she burst into tears.

Only then did Yan Wei realize that what she saved might not be just one or two people, but many families that were about to be broken.

Small love is selfless, big love has no boundaries.

In the spring of the year when her husband went to war, at the banquet at home, Yan Wei took a light drink with a glass of green wine and sang once, expressing her wishes: first, I wish my husband a thousand years; second, I wish my concubine a long life; See.

Now, she wants all the people in the world to be peaceful and peaceful, year after year.

"Madam, I heard that Da Sima is coming back today, don't you want to go and see?" Someone in the crowd reminded him in a low voice, lest they delay Madam's important business.

Yan Wei shook her head slightly, she used to look forward to it all the time, every day, for two or three years, looking forward to the flowers blooming and falling, spring to winter, longing for nothing, but she couldn't look forward to her husband.

Now knowing that her husband has returned safely, she is not in a hurry anymore.

At this time, at the gate of Bacheng, the common people looked outside the city, and a fast horse galloped out of the street.

You know, this is the imperial way prepared for the emperor, and someone dares to be so reckless.

Everyone followed the sound, their faces were all stunned. The ones sitting on the gray-brown horse were actually two and a half children?

The one riding the horse and holding the reins is a heroic little girl, with twin ponytails, black silk tied with a red rope, and a bell ringing around her waist. She looks about eight or nine years old. Behind her is a five or six-year-old boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain. , looking naive, holding her sister's waist tightly with both hands.

Not only was his face not afraid, but he grinned and showed two rows of teeth, smiling extremely happily and proudly.

Which family released this little ancestor?

Just when the judges were suspicious, a dozen or so entourages followed closely behind.

Judging by this posture, she is not a doll from a small family.

Knowing that her father had returned, Little Bell was the happiest person. She put down the melons and fruits in her hand and called her younger brother who lied that he was sick and would not go to school.

The two quietly went to the stables to pick out a good horse, rode on and rushed out of the city.

Little Bell is nine years old this year, and she begged her uncles to learn how to ride a horse last year. Although her riding skills are particularly poor in the eyes of those generals, she is proud of herself.

After leaving the gate of Bacheng, Little Bell saw the majestic team ahead and the flags flying all over the sky from a distance.

She was only thinking about going to see her father, but she didn't think much about it, so she rushed over there in a daze.

But this rush surprised the Huben soldiers who cleared the way.

In front of Shengjia, someone dared to rush forward. Their first reaction was to think that an assassin was coming, and they would go up to capture him and claim credit.

However, Wei Changlin, who served as Huben Zhonglang, stopped the soldiers under his command. Looking at the two little guys on horseback, he now feels a headache.As early as the year before last, Wei Changlin met this little ancestor at Lu Bu's birthday party for his beloved daughter.

No one in Chang'an city knew that Da Sima's favorite was not his two sons, but this daughter who had been cared for in his palm since childhood.

If someone hurt Little Bell, beheading would be an understatement.

Wei Changlin is very contradictory now, if he orders someone to stop him, and forcibly intercepts him with the extremely fast galloping speed of Little Bell, it will easily hurt the two children on the horseback.

But if he didn't stop him and bumped into the holy driver, he would also be charged with dereliction of duty, which is no small matter.

Both ends could not afford to offend, Wei Changlin only felt that his head was as big as a fight, and he was in a dilemma.