I am a ruler in troubled times

Jin Bao waited for another meeting, seeing that Song Peiyu and the frowning Song Jingjue had no other orders, so he left with the replaced teapot.

Before Song Jingjue could ask, Song Peiyu preemptively said, "Let's go to the village in the afternoon."

"What is there to turn to in the backcountry..."

Song Jingjue complained softly, but after all, he didn't say anything against him. After Jin Bao's interruption, he put aside the entangled matters before, and started to practice calligraphy.

After lunch, Yin Bao drove the bony horse to the town.

Jin Bao and Uncle Meng wanted to continue repairing the house, and Song Peiyu and Song Jingjue deliberately changed into old clothes before going out.

The place where the Song family lives is located at the easternmost side of the village, guarding the only avenue in the whole village where horse-drawn carriages can pass.

Going forward towards the avenue is the foot of Qingshan Mountain. If you climb over three mountains in a row without getting lost, the land under your feet will change from Youzhou to Liangzhou.

Song Peiyu and Song Jingjue stared in the direction of Qingshan in silence for a long time, then turned around tacitly, and walked in the opposite direction along the path in front of the door.

The first thing that came into view was the house that was crazily falling apart with the spring breeze. Song Jingjue vigilantly grabbed the unknown thing that was smeared towards his face, and put it in the palm of his hand to observe carefully, only to find that it was a piece of blackened surroundings, and the original shape could no longer be seen. wood.

"Can people live in this kind of house?!" Song Jingjue was so frightened that his face paled. He didn't want to throw the rotten wood in his hand, and he looked at Song Peiyu for help.

Song Peiyu pointed to the solid land in the yard, and the coarse linen clothes with obvious patches on the black rope, silently mouthed, 'What do you think? '

Song Jingjue imagined himself living in this kind of house, and suddenly shivered.

At the first fork in the road, Song Peiyu did not choose to continue walking towards the center of the village, but turned and made a big circle.

From Song Peiyu and Song Jingjue's point of view, Lihua Village is too small. There are only more than 20 households in the whole village. The sum of all the people is not as many as the servants in the Song family's ancestral house.

Even though she made a deliberate detour and reached the center of the village, Song Peiyu, who was always weak, didn't feel tired, but her breathing was a little short.

Song Jingjue stared blankly at the houses in the center of the village. Except that they wouldn't fall off due to a gust of wind, they were almost the same as those dilapidated houses on the edge of the village.

"Could it be that they have other places to live, and they haven't seen anyone along the way." Before finishing speaking, Song Jingjue automatically shut up under Song Peiyu's indescribable gaze, wishing to slap himself who was talking nonsense just now.

But Song Jingjue couldn't calm down because of this, and new panic had filled his heart.

Song Jingjue didn't really realize what kind of place he came to until he saw the whole Lihua Village in his eyes at this moment.

The most frightening thing is not the air leaky house and ill-fitting clothes, nor the unpalatable food at the dinner table and the scheming he still can't understand for a mere custard, but Song Jingjue doesn't know when he will be able to leave this place.

If General Jianwei is defeated in the army, the Song family who has devoted all their strength to the family will definitely not end well. At that time, as the son of the Song family, will he really follow the arrangement of the Patriarch, forget the glory and hatred of the Song family, and live in Lihua? The village seeks to live?

Wouldn't it be better to die than to live.

Even if General Jianwei is successful, they will be able to return to their previous life, stay away from the center of power and try their best to integrate into Lihua Village. After returning to the family, can they return to the former son of the Song family?

Thinking of this possibility, Song Jingjue's voice trembled, "Uncle Seven, we shouldn't be like this."

Song Peiyu, who was thinking about something in her heart, didn't notice Song Jingjue's abnormality immediately, so she responded casually, "Huh?"

Then Song Peiyu was pulled by a strong force and changed direction. Song Jingjue's distorted face, magnified several times, appeared in front of him unexpectedly, "Let's go and chase Uncle! Even if we die in battle or with the collapse of our family, we The fate of Song Shierlang is not to hide his name in this ghost place and live a life that does not belong to us at all."

Song Peiyu saw the earnestness in Song Jingjue's eyes and the struggle like a trapped animal, and suddenly a feeling of melancholy and relief rushed to his heart as he watched the grown-up junior unknowingly begin to mature.

He put his hand on the shoulder of Song Jingjue, who was taller than him, and calmed Song Jingjue's excited emotions.

After a long while, Song Jingjue's trembling shoulders completely calmed down, but he kept staring at Song Peiyu with stubborn and serious eyes.

After calming down, Song Jingjue still felt that what he said just now was correct, and he desperately wanted Song Peiyu's support.

Song Peiyu's black and white eyes were full of elders' love and looked at Song Jingjue, who was a head taller than him, but he said mercilessly, "We are leaving, what should the female relatives do? The three servants listen to me in name, but in fact they The real master is only the patriarch. If we insist on leaving, except Yin Bao will take care of our mother, Uncle Meng and Jin Bao will definitely leave with us. The most important servant?"

Song Jingjue's eyes gradually became scarlet, "Let's go together!"

"From the time we separated from my elder brother to arriving at Lihua Village, how many robbers and people with ulterior motives have we encountered? Leaving Lihua Village, without the Song family's guards by your side, who can you protect in the troubled times?" Song Peiyu cruelly poked Song Jingjue expectations.

They separated from the rest of the Song family after they arrived in Youzhou. With almost half of the guards, they encountered countless robbers and organized interceptions.

For the final destination like Lihua Village, they had more than 20 choices when they set off, covering most of Youzhou.

Living in seclusion is the result of the entire Song family paying a huge price.

Song Jingjue turned his face away fiercely, like when he was a child who was set off by Song Jingming in bleakness and had no place to talk about his thoughts, he could only express his insignificant protests and grievances in silence in front of his uncle who was two years younger than him.Squatting beside Song Peiyu with her legs crossed, she stared at the soil beside her feet in a daze.

Song Peiyu could understand Song Jingjue's powerlessness at this time too well. On the way to Lihua Village, his mind was full of "Beaver slave, don't let elder brother become a sinner of the Song family".

The two uncles and nephews seemed to be able to hold their breath more calmly, even if they sat side by side on the rock and watched the sunset, they would not take the initiative to say a word.

It was the villagers who finally appeared in the sight of the uncle and nephew who broke the silence.

Even though Song Peiyu and Song Jingjue had found out the most unfit clothes on purpose, and then stained the stones with dust.

Compared with the clothes of the villagers who seem to be spliced ​​together like rags, their faces are in a state of embarrassment where they can't tell whether it's stains or stains, and their eyes are full of exhaustion and numbness.

Song Peiyu and Song Jingjue were as dazzling as night pearls in the night, as long as they stood there, they attracted everyone's attention.

Song Peiyu collected her mood and accepted all the scrutinizing eyes in a leisurely manner.

After Song Peiyu came to this world, most of the people she came into contact with were from aristocratic families.

No matter how much those aristocratic sons scolded him in their hearts, as long as they didn't want to offend Patriarch Song to death, at most they would say something weird, or use some tricks that didn't make it to the table.Often before Song Peiyu found out about those methods, they were silently solved by Song Jinyu's loyal servants arranged by Song Peiyu's side.

The villagers of Lihua Village are completely different from those of the family.

The emotions in their eyes, whether good or bad, are strong and undisguised.

Those envy, jealousy, greed, inferiority... almost drowned Song Peiyu.

However, no one was really willing to talk to Song Peiyu. They would rather stand still and look at Song Peiyu and Song Jingjue, and even pointed at Song Peiyu and Song Jingjue with a loud voice that Song Peiyu and Song Jingjue could hear.

When had Song Jingjue seen such a rude person?Immediately will be angry.

Song Peiyu grabbed Song Jingjue's sleeve in time and said in a low voice, "You go back first, I want to chat with them."

Song Jingjue's left eye reads 'Fools! ’, the right eye says ‘What do you have to say to them? ', touched the wooden hairpin on his head impatiently, and simply turned his back, out of sight and out of mind.

It's a pity that there is no suitable thing at hand, otherwise he would have to plug his ears.

Song Peiyu was getting a little cold after waiting, and began to think about whether to come back tomorrow with more clothes, and finally there was the first person to talk to Song Peiyu.

Song Peiyu remembered that the voice was full of vigor, but the face was not suitable for a person with an old voice.

On the day they entered the village, it was this strong man surnamed Li who stood up and showed the Song family the way.

"Brother Song is here to look for my father? He's still on the mountain, and he won't come back until it's completely dark." Li Goudan has never seen someone as delicate as Song Peiyu, and he doesn't know where to look, for fear that he will grow up. Song Peiyu was frightened by his ferocity and unable to learn to speak softly.

In the end, he simply set his gaze on Song Jingjue's back, and only looked at Song Peiyu's reaction from the corner of his eye.

Song Peiyu pretended not to notice Li Goudan's discomfort, her round eyes instantly turned into two crescent moons, "I didn't look for the village chief, I just wanted to thank Brother Li for guiding us that day, so that we could see Uncle Song for the last time .”

Song Peiyu unloaded the indigo purse from her waist and handed it to Li Goudan, looking at him with expectation and sincerity, "This is the chestnuts I brought from other places, there are not many, Brother Li, don't dislike it, just try it all smell"

Seeing Song Peiyu unpacking the purse, Li Goudan began to look embarrassed, and when he heard Mao Li inside, the corners of his mouth twitched again, his eyes full of hesitation.

Song Peiyu put the brand-new muslin purse into Li Goudan's big hands full of mud without hesitation, and poked at Li Goudan's weakness with words, "This is a child I accidentally saved when I was fleeing. The father of the child gave it to me." There was originally a basket full of thank-you gifts, but it’s a pity that this is all that’s left, Brother Li took it back to satisfy the child’s hunger, and it’s all a gift from me as an uncle.”

The 12-year-old Song Peiyu stood in front of the slightly taller Li Goudan, who was not much different from a child, but insisted on classifying herself as the same generation as Li Goudan, completely disregarding that Li Goudan's son was also eight years old.

However, Li Goudan really couldn't refuse the temptation to let his son taste the taste of Mao Li, after all, he still tightly grasped the purse that had already been stained with dirt on his hands.

Just when Li Goudan was about to reveal something to Song Peiyu, Song Peiyu bid farewell to him directly, and took Song Jingjue, who was eavesdropping openly with his ears, away.

Li Goudan stiffened his fingers, fearing that the purse made of muslin would be damaged, so he carefully put the purse into his arms.Standing in place, watching the backs of the two teenagers who have not been tortured by life gradually shrink.

"Brother Goudan! What did that white boy tell you?" A thin man with hair like withered grass emerged from behind Li Goudan, his eyes fixed on Li Goudan's chest.

Li Goudan's big fan-like hand patted the thin man's forehead unceremoniously, pushed him to the back, and said in a rough voice, "Chop your firewood!"