In the years of ancient traders

Song He was the first child adopted by the widow Song. Because he picked it up by the river, he named it Song He.

He and Cheng Erniang have known each other since they were young, they were childhood sweethearts, when they were twelve or thirteen years old, the elders of the two families made a marriage proposal for them, and when they were a little older, they were officially married.

Who knows, this wait is five years.

Seeing Song He again, Cheng Erniang wept with joy, and couldn't stop crying.Song He has a big beard and looks rough, but he speaks softly when comforting people, very gentle.

After Cheng Erniang got better, Song He talked a lot with Song Shu and the others.

Because not long after he left, Song Shu also left a book and left, and nothing could be done. In the end, it was mostly Sanniang and Liuniang who were talking.When talking about Widow Song's death, Song He was silent for a long time.When he left, Widow Song was still able to run, jump, go to the ground and cook, but two years later there was only a single grave left.

Then he talked about what happened after Song Shu came back. Although he had heard Shi Sanlang talk about it, and saw many changes on the way back, he really sighed after hearing Sanniang and Liuniang talk about it.

Liu Niang also took him to visit the renovated room again.This was all made after the Mid-Autumn Festival. She was still fresh, so she climbed onto the bed first, and said to Song He: "Brother, this bed is so soft. It was made by the masters of the fourth brother. Yes, it's crazy outside."

"Si Lang has gone out for a while, and he really has seen a lot. I am ashamed to be an older brother." Song He sighed.

Song Shu was a little embarrassed, and said a few words of humility.He is a person who brought modern civilization through time travel, if he can't do so many things, he will really feel ashamed.

San Niang also introduced Song Anan to Song He.

When Song He heard his name, he seemed a little surprised. He clasped his hands and pushed forward, folded his body, and even made a bow.Song Shu and Sanniang were a little surprised, Song Anan didn't move like a mountain, and returned one like that.

Afterwards, Song Shu observed carefully several times, but Song He behaved as usual, Song Anan especially.

Maybe he was too sensitive, Song He was just more polite.

In order to welcome Song He's return, the evening meal was extraordinarily sumptuous. Song Shu, Sanniang and Liuniang made five small stir-fries and noodle soup, and bought five fried dough sticks from a deep-fried stick seller in the village.

Many people in the village came to Song's house in a hurry when they knew that Song Dalang was back.Zhou's daughter-in-law arrived first and asked about the whereabouts of her husband.Song Dalang couldn't help: "Although we joined the army in one batch, we were assigned to different tents. It is strictly forbidden to walk around in the barracks. I don't know what happened to him later."

Other families are similar, Song He probably doesn't know, but his return brings hope to everyone.Since he can come back, their relatives may also return home one day in the future.

After dinner, Song Shu rolled up his sleeves and asked Song Anan and Song He to help him make some more jars of bean cakes.

During the day, everyone was busy, and Song Shu had limited strength alone, so he only brewed a tank of soy sauce.Now with the help of Song He and Anan, they steamed and mixed, and made a whole nine cylinders in one go.It's great to have another strong worker in the family.

These ten large vats were all placed in the original mooncake shed. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the place has been demolished, and there is only a fence around it.Song Shu simply used it as a drying ground for brewing soy sauce.

By the time the job was almost done, the sky was already full of stars.

Cheng Erniang brought three bowls of soy milk, first gave it to Song Shu and Anan, and then took the last bowl to Song He.The two sat down at a random place, Cheng Erniang took Song He's arm, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Song Shu stood drinking soy milk not far away, only listening to them talking, but couldn't make out what they said, only low whispers echoed in the night.

Whether this is ancient times or modern times, the sour smell of young people falling in love is really the same.Song Shu, an older single dog who has never been in love in two lifetimes, is sore.

Song Anan at the side didn't seem to notice, he gulped down the soy milk, wiped his mouth, and walked away.

Song Shu also felt that it was unnecessary for him to stay here, so he followed him back.Their route out of the steamed bun workshop happened to pass by the place where Cheng Erniang and Song He stayed, their backs were turned to them, and they were still whispering.

Song Shu heard the words floating in the wind, it was Song He's voice: "When I was in the military camp, I often patrolled at night, and I could see such a starry sky when I looked up. Every star was big and bright, as if it was about to fall. It’s just average. But no matter how big or bright a star is, it’s not as beautiful as your eyes looking at me.”

"You must have suffered a lot in the past two years in the military camp." Cheng Erniang's voice floated.

"To see you again, these hardships are nothing." Song He said.

"Dalang..."

"Second Niang..."

Song Shu: ...

Back in the house, Song Shu was in a good mood with the clean and tidy living room and the bunk beds tied with brown.

In the past two days, the first batch of beds from Zongzi Bed Workshop was shipped. Song Shu had the privilege not to have to lottery. He had already ordered three sets of bunk beds, one set in their room, and two sets in Sanniang’s room, so that the family members would be happy. I can sleep on a brown bed.

Song Shu roughly washed up and was about to go to bed, but Song Dalang walked in.

Doesn't he accompany Cheng Erniang?

Song Shu's modern brain couldn't turn the corner for a while, and it took a while to realize, yes, this is ancient times, and men and women can't get along with each other.He lifted his silk quilt, shook it vigorously, and made the bed.

Wait, where is Song Dalang going to sleep?

Before Song Shu could speak, Song Anan pointed to the upper bunk and graciously gave up his bed.

"Thank you." Song He climbed up with long arms and legs.

Song Anan took off his coat, got into Song Shu's lower bunk without any scruples, took up half of the bed, and turned to look at him, as if asking him if he was sleeping or not.

Song Shu: ...

Come on, men and women can't kiss each other, okay?

But it's been a few days since she slept, and Song Shu couldn't shirk now, so she had to go to bed obediently.With Song Dalang here, he didn't dare to take the quilt from the space anymore, and lay upright in the same bed with Song Anan.

"Good night." Song Anan said.

This is Song Shu's habit before going to bed. After listening to it for a long time, he also learned it.

"Good night..." Song Shu moved to the side of the bed, Song Anan was like a stove, making him a little hot.

Early the next morning, Song Shu was about to run away, but was grabbed by Song Anan.

"Punch." He said simply and horrified, and led Song Shu to the open space in the middle of the village.

Because there are too many people boxing together, the small open space in front of their workshop has long been unable to accommodate them, so the venue for boxing in the morning was changed to the large open space in the middle of the village.

Song Anan pulled Song Shu's wrist and came late. Many villagers had already gathered in the open space. Everyone lined up in a loose formation, chatting and waiting for Song Anan.

Song Shu didn't like to exercise, and the whole village was well-known. Seeing him being pulled over by Song Anan, with a look of reluctance on his face, several young ladies who already admired Song Shu couldn't help laughing.

"So cute."

I don't know who said such a sentence, and it got a lot of approval.

Song He also followed. He had only seen so many people punching in the barracks, so he was surprised at the moment.

"Is it like this every day?" He asked Cheng Erniang.

"That's right, ever since Anan became the steward of the steamed bun workshop, it has been like this every day. People from the next village will also come to exercise their muscles and bones in the morning, and they will feel good throughout the day." Cheng Erniang said.

Song Anan walked to the front and put on a posture. The buzzing voices in the crowd immediately fell silent. Following his movements, there were haha ​​sounds in order. Song He was mixed in, and he really felt like he was in the military camp.

Just take a closer look, the old village head with a gray beard, the three-year-old Qilang, the lame old man Feng, and many young ladies, daughters-in-law and even old women, such scenes are impossible to see even in the military camp.

There is probably only this one in the world.

Although the crowd is special, this boxing method is very familiar to him, it is the one they have practiced the most after they became soldiers.

But according to Cheng Erniang, it was taught by Song Anan.

Song He was just a little skeptical at first, after all, he had only met that person once, but when he punched him today, he was quite sure in his heart.

As soon as the early boxing ended, some people had already gone to the workshop, or returned to work at home, and many people gathered together in twos and threes to gossip.

Song He passed through the crowd, Song Anan was listening to Mrs. Shi and Chu Ning, and answered two or three words from time to time, probably arranging the work of today's steamed bun workshop.When he approached, they had just finished talking, and Mrs. Shi and Chu Ning left first.

Song He was quite hesitant, not knowing how to speak, and there were so many people around here.

Song Anan seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "Come on." He headed towards the Song family's courtyard, and Song He hurriedly followed, feeling a little uneasy along the way.

When he got home, Song Anan took off his shoes and went into the main room.

Song He also quickly followed in, closed the door, turned around and clasped his fists, knelt down on one knee: "I've seen the little general."

"Know?" Song Anan was still so calm, without any embarrassment of being exposed.

"This subordinate was forcibly conscripted by the imperial court. He was originally captured by Li Xing. He ordered people to dig a pit to bury us alive. If the little general hadn't come to rescue him in time, he might have died and returned to Xianghe Village." Song He said.Although more than a year has passed, but thinking of the scene that day, I still can't help being afraid.

"Position?" Song Anan asked.

Song He reported the truth.In the Yicheng Army, there are five members, why ten members, he is only a small boss, he was once under Song Anan's command, and calling himself a subordinate is a bit high.

When Song He saw Song Anan for the first time yesterday, he felt familiar.Although he was a little taller than his impression, his quiet temperament was exactly the same as that of their little general.

The little general is the envoy of Yicheng Jiedu, the third son of Yin Rong, commander of the Yicheng army, named Yin Min.

I heard from seniors in the army that he left home to practice martial arts with his master when he was three years old, and returned home when he was less than ten years old.When he first joined the army, everyone in the army looked down on this little brat. Even though he was the general's son, he was very provocative.Later, he fought on the martial arts arena for three days and three nights, and no one in the army was an opponent.Since then, everyone has respectfully called him a little general, and no one dares to dissatisfy.

Last year, for unknown reasons, the little general suddenly disappeared.

General Yin was very strict in running the army, so they didn't dare to make wild guesses, but the young general ate and slept with the soldiers for a long time, and often gave them advice, and his feelings were deep, although everyone didn't say anything, they cared about it.

Unexpectedly, he actually came to his hometown and was adopted by his mother.

The chances of this life are really amazing.

"Grandma, what is this? It's amazing." Shi Dalang asked, pulling out a handful of red fruits from the soil.

He and his grandmother, Granny Shi, went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables, intending to pickle them and eat them in winter. Unexpectedly, while digging, they found a clump of weed roots. This root looked a bit like a radish, but it was red. I don't know what kind of fruit it is.

"Let me take a look." Granny Shi was a little presbyopic, she patted the dust on the fruit, and looked at it carefully from a distance.

The surface of this thing is bumpy, wrapped in a piece of red skin, there are several under a clump, all of them look very stocky, and I don't know if they can be eaten.

Click.

"Grandma, this stuff is so sweet and crisp!" Shi Dalang wiped it with his sleeve indiscriminately, then bit down, chewing and saying.

"Oh, is this something you can put in your mouth? Spit it out quickly, what if you get sick and poisoned?" Granny Shi asked hurriedly.

Shi Dalang obediently vomited it out, but with some reluctance, he said weakly, "But this is really delicious."

Grandma Shi was also a little curious about the grandson's pity.

Since her daughter-in-law Mrs. Shi went to work in the Song family's steamed bun workshop, the food at home has been getting better and better every day. Later, she also started drying silkworms. The two children can eat a little meat every now and then, and they are not as greedy as before.

But he still likes to eat this wild fruit, it seems that the taste is really good.

"Clean up the thing, and take this thing with you. Let's go to Song Silang and have a look. He is well-informed, and he may be able to identify what it is." Granny Shi said.

Shi Dalang was overjoyed, and immediately packed up the shovel and the freshly dug wild vegetables, put the red-skinned fruits into the basket, and followed his grandmother down the mountain to Song's house.

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