I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

The next day, Feng Tianxiang asked someone to prepare a box of food and clothing, and took Zhuo Ling on the road.

Feng Tianxiang also prepared a carriage for her, hoping that she could enjoy it comfortably, but Zhuo Ling didn't want to. He ran very fast on his horse, leaving everyone behind.

In fact, ever since Zhuo Ling was angry that night, the communication between the two of them had become very cold. Feng Tianxiang did not dare to make a mistake, even speaking to her was timid.

The words of apology lingered in my mouth, and I didn't dare to spit them out for a long time.

This is so uncomfortable!

While eating, he timidly gave Zhuo Ling a piece of meat. Zhuo Ling saw it and just smiled and nodded at him.

Then there is no more...

Feng Tianxiang was about to cry but had no tears. He was so anxious that he just wanted to run around in circles and stamp his feet.

Qiannan is not far away. It takes two days and we will arrive quickly.

Perhaps because she was getting closer to her father's secret, Zhuo Ling was a little excited and nervous.

The three siblings rarely get together with their father. Except for bringing back a Nanman dancer, who made their mother die in depression, the rest of their understanding is limited to just a few days of getting together, and the family letter worth a thousand words.

To be honest, they don't know Zhuo Yunjun as his father.

After Zhuo Yao went to the north a few years ago, he heard the people in the north criticizing his father and constantly calling him a coward. Zhuo Yao actually had no ability to refute.

The three siblings repeatedly persuaded their father to cooperate with Meng Ying, but to no avail. As a result, the three of them felt that their father was timid, indecisive, cowardly, and willing to be controlled by the Queen Mother's party.

But when he arrived in southern Shanxi, Zhuo Ling was indescribably shocked and curious when he saw such a united army.

Why? Why?

Zhuo Ling and Feng Tianxiang led a group of people into a large mountain in southern Guizhou.

The whole mountain is lined with large and small terraces. Looking from the opposite mountain, it seems that although it is messy, it is following certain rules and is neat and uniform. There are also areas planted with mulberry and hemp, as well as areas planted with various medicinal herbs.

Many people are working in the fields, including men, women, old people and children. Some are plowing the fields, while others are bending down to plant crops.

They are all very ordinary farmers, but there is only one difference. About half of the men here are missing arms and legs, are blind and crooked, have many scars on their bodies, or are old and gray-haired.

But there was no sense of desolation on the faces of this group of people. Instead, they were full of energy, talking and laughing.

Seeing Feng Tianxiang and Zhuo Ling arriving, they all eagerly came to greet them.

"Ouch! Tianxiang is here! This must be the princess! I heard that you are getting married. I am missing an arm and a leg, so I can't go over to congratulate the princess on her wedding! Please forgive me!" The person in question is an old man who is paraplegic from the thigh down. He walks with difficulty with two crutches.

Behind him, what looked like his little grandson, shouted grandpa, looked at Zhuo Ling curiously, and then leaned in his ear, "Grandpa, who are they?"

The old man held a staff, grabbed the child's collar, and raised the child in front of Zhuo Ling, "This is the princess! Come and kowtow to the princess!"

The child's eyes were full of wonder after hearing this, and he knelt down and kowtowed to Zhuo Ling several times, "Liu Xiaoliu kowtows to the princess, and wishes the princess a long life... uh... life as long as heaven... and good health." !”

Zhuo Ling quickly helped the man up and patted the plaster on his forehead. The child smiled a little shyly and wanted to take a closer look at Zhuo Ling, but was embarrassed.

Everyone was amused by the child, and they all praised the child for his sweet mouth, making the child's face turn red.

Zhuo Ling chatted with the old man for a while, walked to his house and sat for a while, then realized that he was a wounded soldier who had retired from the battlefield. Without legs, he would be a burden on the battlefield.

The old man said, "My legs have been disabled for twenty years, but General Huizhuo is still young! I just won the battle, and I still remember his arrogant look!"

As the old man spoke, he took a basket of hay and began to knit straw sandals. "At that time, my legs were cut off on the battlefield. I thought I was going to die. It was General Zhuo who carried me back. I said everything was fine." It’s like this, what can be done to save it! It’s a waste of medicinal materials! Even if it is saved, it will be difficult to survive!”

"General Zhuo didn't say anything, he just told me to hold on! I didn't expect that I was lucky enough to let me survive! But this man has no legs. Life is worse than death, and I would rather die! The days that followed were difficult. Ah, when I leave the military camp, I can only go begging on the street. I am a fucking soldier. I go to beg for food. You say you are laughing at others but not others! I wish I had died on the battlefield!"

"Later, when I was begging for food, General Zhuo found me and heard my story. His tears were like heavy rain. I thought it would be a joke for such a great general to cry like this!"

"But General Zhuo didn't say anything, he just told me to wait! Soon after, he recalled many wounded and disabled soldiers and gave us a home in southern Guizhou! He also smuggled my wife back from Nanman Got it!"

Zhuo Ling was a little surprised, "Is this old man a Southern Barbarian?"

"Yes! I'm a southern barbarian, so I couldn't think of it! Ask him why. He won't say anything. He just wants to march and fight for the rest of his life. It's my turn to enjoy the blessing..."

"I have never seen such a kind-hearted person..."

"Later, there were more and more people in this mountain. They were all people who could no longer fight. But General Zhuo did not give up on us and gave us a home."

"General Zhuo greeted all the officials from all over the country. Anyone who became a soldier and had difficulties at home would be taken care of. For example, those women who couldn't make a living, he would let them gather in one place to settle down. They couldn't farm alone. Just three or five people will do in the field. You help me and I will help you, and your life will become easier."

"It's amazing to say that the girls here can do better than us gentlemen! During the busy farming season, we really can't do it. If there is no war, the old general will send troops to help us! If there is a war, he will ask the government to allocate funds. Someone please do it for us!”

"Ours is now the township that produces the most grain in southern Guizhou!" the veteran said, his face full of pride, and he knitted a straw sandal in his hand.

He handed it to Zhuo Ling, "Princess Bibi, does it fit the size?"

Zhuo Ling took it and praised, "I made it up really fast!"

"That's right! I can't get off the ground now, so I can only do some work on my hands. At first, I can't knit a pair in two days. Gradually, practice makes me perfect. I can knit five pairs in a day! Feeding the family will not be a problem!" the veteran said more and more The more excited he gets, the more he wants to brag with Zhuo Ling for a few more days.

Zhuo Ling was speechless. She thought that maybe she understood.

A few people stayed in the mountains for a few days and then left. When they left, people from the village came to see them off.

"The princess will come back later!"

“Come back next time when the persimmons are ripe!”

……

The wind at the mountain pass was blowing, making Zhuo Ling want to cry. He asked Feng Tianxiang, "How many places are there like this?"

"There are many! There are still several places!" Feng Tianxiang replied.

Zhuo Ling's mind was still somewhat clear, so she continued to ask, "Although this can strengthen the morale of the army, it is not everything. How can my father win over people in the army?"

Feng Tianxiang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the wind made his curly hair fly wildly, "If I say that he didn't do anything, he really treats us as brothers, do you believe it?"

Zhuo Ling was silent. It wasn't that she didn't believe it, but that she couldn't believe it.

There are thousands of military books, and every page says that the most important thing is military morale.

Zhuo Ling's throat was choked, "I don't believe it..."