The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Wen'er smiled, blinked and said:

"Brother Ermao, your nose is really good. You can smell the smoke, but I can't smell it at all."

Er Mao's face was a little red. In fact, he was just talking nonsense. How could he smell the smoke from such a distance?

The unfinished handsome action didn't seem to have the expected results, and Er Mao was a little unmotivated.

He sat on the steps again, stuffing the cotton exposed in his sleeves, and said casually:

"Wen'er, this ointment should be a valuable thing. Which kind person gave it to you?"

Wen'er was chewing peanuts. When she heard this, she smiled and said, "She is a young lady."

Just mid-sentence, Wen'er was stunned when she saw Er Mao stuffing cotton, but soon, she made a decision.

She moved her butt, sat close to Ermao, and whispered:

"By the way, Brother Ermao, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. I'll give you a New Year's gift."

After he finished speaking, Er Mao tilted his head and looked at her.

Wen'er's clothes were picked up, and the house she lived in was a thatched cottage, shabby and small.

As for food, she often doesn't have enough to eat and has to find ways to get relief food every day.

If she hadn't become the boss and often brought her younger brothers with her, with this girl's physique, she might not be able to get anything.

What can she give? This poor little girl.

But Er Mao couldn't refuse her intention.

Er Mao touched her head, smoothed a handful of messy hair on her head, and said with a smile:

"Let's make an agreement first. I don't want any expensive things or food. I love fighting crickets. If you can catch a cricket for me, that would be fine."

The little girl stuck out her tongue and handed Er Mao a few peanuts: "Brother Er Mao, you are really making things difficult for me. In this winter, where are the crickets? I'm afraid they are all sleeping in the soil."

Er Mao took one, shook his head and said, "Okay, forget it. By the way, Wen'er, you can come to my house for dinner later."

Wen'er was stunned and shook her head quickly.

"No, no, how can this be done?"

Ermao opened his mouth, threw the peanut into the sky, and then caught it in one gulp.

He stood up directly, took Wen'er's hand, and pulled her up from the steps;

"Let's go, I told my parents."

Wen'er was a little at a loss. She wanted to free her hand, but the little boy's hand was so tight that the temperature in his palm was even hot.

"Brother Ermao, I...I..." she stammered.

Er Mao pinched her face with a smile, "As long as you want, you can eat at my house tomorrow, hehe."

The little girl just shook her head, "No, no, I can't drag you down."

She couldn't free her hands and seemed to be crying.

When Er Mao saw her like this, he became anxious and said hurriedly:

"Wen'er, my father said that you can live with us from now on, so you don't have to move around anymore."

"I'm not kidding! I've said it many times, and my father just agreed today. He said that for one more person, there's also one more ration."

"Anyway, the sun and moon will change soon..."

Ermao was stuck again. He heard this sentence from Uncle Zhao a few days ago, and he thought hard.

As for Wen'er, her eyes were filled with tears without even realizing it.

Tears flowed from her red eyes, sliding down her thin and yellowed cheeks, blurring her vision.

Er Mao finally remembered the second half of the sentence. He wiped the little girl's cheek with compassion and said:

"The sun and moon will soon change to a new sky. It is not difficult to raise one more person."

"The smoke has already appeared in Jinling, which means that the prince is coming soon, Wen'er, do you understand?"

The tearful Wen'er began to sob.

How could she not understand the meaning of the smoke?

In the past, my father, who served under Zhang Ran, the third-rank general of Daqian, died in the Battle of Huichang.

Before my father died, the words "wolf smoke" were mentioned in the letters he sent home.

Her mother, who was a lady, once taught her the meaning of the word "wolf smoke". When smoke spreads, it means war, death and killing.

My mother said that General Zhang Ran was a good general. The reason why he died in the Battle of Huichang was not because of the enemy, but because he was killed by internal thieves. As a personal soldier of General Zhang, my father was also a good man.

The person who killed them was Jin Jianren, the son of the current King Qing.

After my father died in the war, my mother always talked about it, until one day, she was captured by a group of people. My mother had a very good appearance. After being taken to the embroidery garden, she disappeared again.

If I hadn't been playing with Brother Ermao outside at that time and avoided this disaster, I probably wouldn't be alive today.

The last time I heard the word "wolf smoke" appearing, it was because my father died in battle, it was my mother's pale face, and it was the collapse of the family.

Today, when I hear the word "wolf smoke" again, it has a different meaning.

Wolf smoke is war, death, and killing. It also represents...new life?

Wen'er wasn't sure, she was just a precocious little girl who had experienced family ruin.

But no matter what, she was already crying and nodding towards Er Mao.

"Why are you crying? Let's go. My family must cook it tonight. My uncle came to my house and brought pork." Er Mao wiped the tears on the little girl's face and comforted her softly.

Er Mao has no experience in comforting girls when they cry. In fact, he is most afraid of girls crying.

He had a headache, and this was the second time he had seen someone cry today.

When Uncle Zhao came home today, Er Mao had seen him wiping tears while chatting with his father.

It said that after so many injustices over the years, it is finally time to pay them back.

At this time, Wen'er grabbed Er Mao's hand, her eyes were red and she said:

"Brother Ermao, I won't cry anymore. Just wait for me. I'll give you the good things I got. I won't wait for the New Year."

Why did Er Mao care about this? He was afraid that the little girl would slip away.

He knew this little girl too well. She was afraid that she would drag others down.

In this world, there are not many people who starve to death. Even in the prosperous and prosperous Jinling, there are two completely different places in the south and north of the city, let alone the entire Daqian.

In a poor place, it is much worse.

Er Mao grabbed Wen'er's hand and said with a smile:

"No, no matter what gift you give, since you want to give it in the New Year, then give it in the New Year."

"Anyway, you're going to celebrate the New Year at my house this year, so I'll give it to you then."

"Now, go to my house!"

As soon as he said this, he immediately changed his mind: "No, it will be your home from now on! Hehe."

Without waiting for the little girl to say anything, Er Mao took her hand and left.

Wen'er was held by the hand, she no longer struggled, but held it tightly and followed step by step:

"Brother Ermao, I..."

Er Mao turned his head and said with a smile: "Don't show up, hey, you will be my sister from now on."

"Go home!"

He suddenly shouted and grimaced.

This made Wen'er couldn't help laughing, although her eyes were still red at this time.

The wind was picking up again, even a little strong.

A young boy and a girl were walking together on the street. The wind blew in the aisle, making the old couplets on the doors on both sides of the street rustle.

The old couplet, which had faded away from its vermilion and turned pale, dried up and fell from the door. It passed Wen'er's eyes and floated into the sky.

She sniffed, and there seemed to be a smell in the wind.

Is it an illusion? Or is it the smell of wolf smoke?

Wen'er raised her tear-stained face and looked at the pure blue Lang Lang sky.

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Jin Jianren, who was standing outside the camp, looked at the smoke in the distance with a livid face, and then looked away angrily.

The billowing black smoke was so strong, and there seemed to be countless evil ghosts in the dark color. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in excitement.

As soon as he learned that there was smoke coming from the wolf, he rushed to the military camp outside Jinling City.

The smoke has arrived, which means something bad is going to happen!

It shows that the battle situation on the front line is unfavorable, and the fact that the beacon tower is burning here shows that the war is tense and the situation is critical.

Now that the expedition horse has not arrived, the specific battle situation is still unknown, but——

One fact is certain, the Battle of Bailiyuan is really going to fail.

"What is Xiong Qian doing! Why did the fight reach this point!!!"

"Damn thing!!"

The furious Jin Jianren looked like he was going crazy, his red face, his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, and he punched fiercely.

The wind of the fist whizzed, carrying a fierce wind. The men on the side looked pale and remained silent.