Chapter 234

When the first touch of yellow in late autumn fades, the whole land ushers in a season that symbolizes silence—winter.

For those rich people who have thousands of acres of fertile land, the arrival of winter is nothing more than a matter of adding a few clothes, but for those poor people who are not clothed, winter really wants them life!

At this time, in Saibei, it was snowing heavily, and both the poor and the rich were all huddled on their beds. Without him, this year's Saibei is really too cold, even those officials and eunuchs who like to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms every year wrapped in thick fox fur coats, have all lit up the stoves at home at this moment, and put away their jumpy temper , began to quiet down.

In a brightly lit mansion, there was a young man in a purple mink fur coat, holding a heater in both hands, yawning non-stop.

"Xiao Zi, has it been snowing for quite a while?" The young man suddenly tilted his head and looked at the maid in the corner of the room who was constantly adding firewood to the earth dragon.

The maid named Xiao Zi, when she saw her young master asking questions, she was not in a hurry to answer. She first touched the burning charcoal with the tongs in her hand, then raised her head, and replied with a smile on her face:

"Master, isn't it? This year's snow is really heavy. I have grown up so much, and I have never seen such a heavy snow."

Hearing this, the young man's handsome face froze, and his brows frowned into the word "Chuan".

"I'm wearing a fox fur coat, and the ground dragon is still burning in the house, and I'm cold all over my body. What should I do to those ordinary people who can barely maintain their food and clothing!" Come on.

"Xiao Zi, you stay here, I have something to go out." The young man gave a faint order to the maid who was still fiddling with the firewood, and obediently took a coir raincoat from the hanger, put it on immediately, and went out .

"Master, how should I explain to Madam after you left?" Xiao Zi couldn't help shouting as she watched the young man about to leave.

That night, Zhao Zilong, the young master of the Zhao family in Huaining City, bought all the charcoal in the charcoal shop in the city. What's even more incredible is that he took seven or eight slaves overnight and gave all the charcoal to those who couldn't afford charcoal. This makes the wealthy households in the city secretly slander their prodigal families. But more people in Huaining City admired Zhao Zilong very much. The young master of the Zhao family did not know how many such things he had done in these years.

The next day, when the genius was dim, Zhao Zilong returned to Zhao's house with the slave who distributed the charcoal last night.

Resisting his own fatigue, Zhao Zilong first thanked the servant who ran with him through the snow all night, and then dragged his tired body to his small courtyard.

But before he reached the gate of the small courtyard, he was hugged directly by the woman who walked towards him.

"My son, on such a cold day, you went out of the house without saying a word last night. If it wasn't for that girl Xiaozi who slipped her mouth, I would still be in the dark. Tell mother, is it cold?" Cold?" The woman also wrapped in a thick fox fur coat grabbed Zhao Zilong's hand, put it in her palm and rubbed it carefully, and then kept blowing hot air on her son's red hand that was cold from the cold.

"Mother, the child is not cold, but the child is still wearing the sable fur that you specially gave me a few days ago." Zhao Zilong spoke softly, comforting the distressed woman in front of him.

This woman is the mother of Zhao Zilong, the mistress of the Zhao family - Chu Ying.

The three generations of the Zhao family are single-handed, and in Zhao Zilong's generation, not only the ancestors of the family dote on him, but his mother is too fond of him, even the patriarch of the Zhao family, who is always ruthless outside, is indifferent to some of his son's "prodigal behavior".

And Zhao Zilong has been kind-hearted since he was a child, and he can't see the slightest injustice. He often extends his helping hand to those poor people, especially on some disaster days, and personally delivers rice to them. grain.

In Huaining City, no matter men, women, young or old, even if they are enemies of the Zhao family, when mentioning the young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Zilong, they can't help but give a thumbs up, saying that the son of the Zhao family is really a good person.

Zhao Zilong was embraced by his mother all the way into the room, comforted his mother for a while, and made a promise that he would notify her in advance when he went out next time, and then sent his loving mother away.

Lying on his soft bed, without taking off his thick clothes, Zhao Zilong just pulled off his goose down quilt and fell into a deep sleep, he was so tired.

This time, Zhao Zilong slept until the afternoon when the sun was about to set, and even Xiao Zi called him to have lunch, but he ignored it.

The hunger in his abdomen could not be suppressed for a long time, but the exhaustion in Zhao Zilong's eyes was swept away. After waking up, his mental head has recovered to a seven or eight.

Let Xiaozi reheat the porridge for noon, then drank it in one gulp, burped in satisfaction, Zhao Zilong turned over and got out of bed, and sighed heavily at the snowflakes that were still falling outside the window.

Those people have suffered a lot, I just hope that the charcoal last night can help them a little bit.

Calculating the time, it was estimated that it was almost evening class time, and after talking to Xiao Zi, Zhao Zilong went directly to Zhao's study, where his father Zhao Wu was waiting for him.

Although Zhao Zilong is the only son of the Zhao family and is very much loved by the old matriarch in the mansion, he is in awe of his father.

Zhao Wu, as the general guarding the border of the Jiangchu Dynasty, is not only powerful in himself, but also has made great achievements on the battlefield, and he also has extremely strict requirements for managing the family!

In the past, Zhao Wu did not obstruct Zhao Zilong's behavior that seemed like a child. Firstly, it was because Zhao Zilong was still young, so it was a good thing to have such a pure heart. , can withstand such profligacy.

But now, everything is different.

Zhao Zilong came all the way to Zhao Wu's study room, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw his father standing in front of the desk splashing ink.

Zhao Wu naturally also found out that his son was coming, but he didn't pay attention to it, and still buried himself in the desk.

After a long time, Zhao Wucai straightened up, sat on the chair, and waved Zhao Zilong to come forward.

"Zilong, did you go to deliver charcoal to those poor people last night?" Zhao Wu looked at his only son with a calm expression.

"Yes, father, how can those poor people live in such a day." Zhao Zilong raised his head, with a hint of worry on his face.

"Each family has its own way of life. For so many years, if everyone is as unbearable as you think, and needs help from others over and over again when encountering minor disasters, then what's the matter?" Is it the Great World of Jiangchu Dynasty?" Zhao Wu said coldly.

"But, but..." Zhao Zilong was about to refute when he heard his father's words.

"But what?" Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wu directly interrupted Zhao Zilong's next words.

"You have to know that only when you know your own situation can you have the motivation to keep climbing. If a person is hungry and does not need to work, someone will bring food to him, and someone will hand him tea when he is thirsty. What is the meaning of the law? If you want to live a better life, of course you need to constantly strive, work hard, and rise up, this is what a man does!"

Seeing that his son's face was reddened by what he said, Zhao Wu's expression eased a lot, and he said:

"This society has its own reasons. When I tell you this, I don't want you to stop doing good deeds and do good deeds. I hope you understand that a person's life depends on himself, not on others. People can easily help."

Zhao Zilong stood with his hands down, quietly listening to his father's teachings, although he couldn't accept it all at once, but he knew in his heart that what Zhao Wu said was the truth.

But what Zhao Wu said next really frightened Zhao Zilong.

"I received a secret report last night that the Li people on the border are restless again. Several groups of cavalry have entered our Jiangchu border, and they are going to start looting our Jiangchu people again." Zhao Wu's tone was very light, but Zhao Zilong could I felt a bitter murderous aura in it.

"I'm telling you this just to let you know that it's just a small act of kindness to give some food to those poor people and keep them warm for a while, but it's only good to go to the frontier to protect my rivers and mountains and keep my people in Jiangchu away from the turmoil of war. It's great kindness." Zhao Wu stood up from his chair, staring at his son.

"But father, even though I intend to kill the enemy, I have never really touched a knife or gun. How can I be on the battlefield?" At this time, Zhao Zilong had fully approved his father's words in his heart. He read some books, but had never touched a sword at all, so his face was a little embarrassed.

"I have no intention of letting you go to the battlefield with me. I have already prepared for you. After I leave tomorrow, you will be sent to a place where I will start practicing martial arts. I hope you can bear it." That pain." Zhao Wu finally had a smile on his face.

"Zilong, what kind of person do you think you are?" Just when Zhao Zilong began to wonder where his father would send him, Zhao Wu suddenly interrupted his contemplation.

Zhao Zilong stood on the spot, thought for a long time, and then turned a pair of bright eyes on his father: "I am an ordinary person, and I just want to see everyone like me without too much trouble."

"Oh, Zilong, you are a good person." For some reason, Zhao Wu said this sentence, which should be a compliment, but with a touch of sigh.

Zhao Zilong didn't expect so much, his heart was full of joy, his father actually praised me as a good person, it turned out that I was a good person.

Good people are good, but good people have a bad life. Ye Chen wasted so much talking about sending his son to practice martial arts. Is it really for his son to be a better person in the future? Nonsense, which goshawk does not protect its calf? What's more, Zhao Wu, as a well-known military general in Jiangchu, how could he not make plans for his only son?

By doing this, he was just thinking that one day even if he was gone, Zhao Zilong would be able to do his own thing happily and be capable of doing his own thing!

He doesn't want his "good man" son to be hurt, and he will never allow it!

The Jiangchu Dynasty has been devoting itself to the development of the country's economy over the years, and has never really paid attention to some small troubles of the Li people. What's more, since His Majesty the current emperor has made great efforts to govern the country, Jiangchu has shown a prosperous world scene. The Li people wanted to fight the autumn wind at this time, but it was the time for the Jiangchu court to show their strength.

And he, Zhao Wu, as the general of Zhenbei guarding the northern part of the imperial court, how could he let the Li people do whatever they want?

As soon as Zhao Zilong stepped out of the study, Chu Ying walked out from the curtain behind the study.

This lady from the south is frowning at this moment, looking at her husband with some dissatisfaction.

Although Saibei has been harassed by war all year round, Zhao Wu has been stationed at the border for these years. With the implementation of a series of iron and blood methods, the Li people are at most just a small fight.

And thinking of the place her son was about to go to, Chu Ying felt a dull ache in her heart, and began to feel sorry for her beloved baby. Zhao Zilong, under her doting for more than ten years, was used to stretching out his clothes, On the day when the meal came to open her mouth, she was worried that this sudden boy would be sent to the south by his father suddenly.

"If you don't go through the cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms! Zilong's way, I have my own reason, what do you know as a woman?" Zhao Wu couldn't help snorting when he saw his wife's worried face. With a sound.

Zhao Wu looked at his wife's determined look, and thought about what he had owed to their mother and child for nearly twenty years, his face completely warmed up unconsciously.

"Ying'er, although I am a general of Jiangchu, I am also Zilong's father. I only have him as a son."

Zhao Wu sighed quietly.

Chu Ying was also a talented woman who was famous throughout the south back then. She was extremely intelligent, but her heart suddenly jumped when she heard this. She raised her head and stared at her husband, her tone was a little hasty: "Could it be that the actions of the Li people this time..."

Zhao Wu looked helplessly at his beloved who accompanied him all the way, and nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, Chu Ying's eyes turned red, she stepped forward and hugged her husband tightly, and murmured, "It's good that Zilong is gone, we all need to be well, we all need to be well..."

That night, from the most authoritative old matriarch in the Zhao family, to General Ye who was about to go on an expedition, to the gentle and virtuous Zhao family's mistress, none of them felt sleepy at all.

The mother who travels thousands of miles is worried, the old lady is worried about her son and grandson, and Chu Ying is worried about her son and husband.

But there are always some exceptions to everything. After returning to his room, Zhao Zilong chatted casually with the maid Xiaozi, and then fell asleep sweetly. He was both afraid and excited about tomorrow's southbound trip. Compensating against it, he was extremely tired, so he fell asleep early.

...

When the next day was just dawn, the entire Zhao Mansion began to run at a very high speed under the neighing of war horses.

Under Chu Ying's service, Zhao Wu put on his battle armor and cloak, and then the husband and wife went hand in hand to bid farewell to the old lady.

What the two of them didn't expect was that before they went out, the old matriarch walked in with the support of two maids.

Zhao Wu looked at his mother's white hair, and his tiger's body shook. Even though he was killing people like hemp on the battlefield, his eyes couldn't help getting wet. The battlefield is not as good as the shopping mall, and no one knows what will happen.

The two of them greeted the old lady together, and then Chu Ying took the old lady's hand from the two big girls and personally served her to sit down.

"Mom, why are you here? In such a cold day, we should be the ones to see you." Chu Ying looked at her mother-in-law, her words were gentle.

"Daughter-in-law, my son is leaving again. I don't feel relieved if I don't come to see you as a mother. It's just that you have suffered a lot these years." The old matriarch put Chu Ying's left hand in his palm with some pity. , and then said lightly.

"The child is unfilial, and mother is worried." Zhao Wu's tone was a little low.

"Zhao Wu, your father left early, leaving us orphans and widows to depend on each other. Now you have a wife and children. Remember, your own safety is the most important thing in everything!" The old lady of the Zhao family said carefully to her son. soundtrack.

"You will be leaving later, grandson let him leave in the afternoon, I want to take another good look at my good grandson with my old bones." The old lady's voice was very soft, but Chu Ying, who was standing beside her, Hearing this, two lines of clear tears flowed down, and the sharp-eyed girl saw that the grandma was crying, so she hurriedly handed over the handkerchief.

Chu Ying was a little choked up, but still forced a smile and said: "Mother, what are you talking about, Fan'er is only going out for a while, and will be back soon."

"Ah." Sighing, the old matriarch closed his eyes, waved Zhao Wu and Chu Ying to leave, and sat in the room like this, motionless.

The husband and wife went straight to the gate of the Zhao Mansion. There was already a team of Zhao Mansion soldiers in armor waiting there. When they saw Zhao Wu, a dozen or so people all got off their horses, put their fists on the ground, and shouted: "Greetings, General!" !"

Nodding his head, Zhao Wu raised his right hand to signal the soldiers to get up, then took the reins from the hand of the old housekeeper, stretched out his hand to caress the mane of his beloved horse, then looked back at his wife, and said softly: " After I leave, Mother will leave it to you."

"Don't worry, husband, I'm in everything at home." Chu Ying's eyes were reddish.

"Take care of yourself and wait for me to come back." Zhao Wu whispered in Chu Ying's ear.

"Tell Zilong that his father is waiting for him at the border." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wu suddenly swung his whip, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and rushed out first. Ten cavalrymen followed closely behind, and under the trampling of horseshoes, the entire avenue was filled with dust.

When the wind blows, the clouds fly, and when the snow falls, I go to Chujiang.

Who can understand the general's intention? But I watched my mother cry at home.

When Zhao Zilong finished washing under Xiao Zi's service, the sky was already pale. Although he got up early, his father left even earlier! The father and son were unable to meet again before parting.

At noon, Zhao Zilong, Chu Ying, and Mrs. Zhao were sitting around the dining table. Although the food on the table looked very attractive, none of them had any appetite.

The old lady held Zhao Zilong's hand tightly, and then her lips trembled slightly: "Zilong, you don't know when you will come back after leaving, let grandma take a good look at you for the last time."

Hearing this, Zhao Zilong's complexion changed drastically, and his tone couldn't help being a little flustered: "Grandma, what are you talking about? Grandson is only out for a while and will be back soon."

Mrs. Zhao ignored Zhao Zilong's words, hugged him into her arms, and said softly: "Our Zhao family doesn't owe anyone, Zilong, no matter what happens in the future, you can do everything according to your own will." Well, I, your mother, and your father won't blame you."

Hearing his grandmother's nonsensical words, Zhao Zilong became a little confused, but parting was imminent, so it was not good to ask his grandmother in detail, it was just that the old man cared about his grandson, so he became a little incoherent.

Chu Ying, who was on the side, looked at her son quietly, and then said, "Fan'er, when you get to the place, remember to write a letter to your family every month, so that your grandma and I won't worry about it."

He nodded heavily, then Zhao Zilong suddenly buried his head in picking up the food in the bowl, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks and into his mouth, salty and astringent.

After finishing the lunch hastily, Zhao Zilong was finally going on the road.

At the gate of the Zhao Mansion, there was a young servant who had been arranged for a long time, waiting outside in a carriage.

This time the only one who came to send Zhao Zilong off was his mother. Mrs. Zhao sent off her son and grandson one after another within a day, and she was secretly wiping tears in the room at this moment, fearing that her grandson would be distressed by seeing her, so she would simply not leave the house again.

"Zilong, this time you are going south alone. You must learn to be patient in everything. The outside world is no better than at home, so you can't let your temper mess around anymore." Chu Ying said solemnly.

Zhao Zilong knew this for a long time. During this trip south, there was no one else except a groom who sent him off. In his father's words, how can a person who can't even take care of himself be able to calm down and learn the true meaning of life? skill?

"Mother, if my son is not here, you and grandma should take care of yourself." Zhao Zilong's words trembled slightly. After all, he was only a sixteen-year-old child. It was the first time he left his parents and traveled alone. sad.

...

Under the setting sun, a carriage casts a long shadow under the sunlight, slowly heading south...

In the fifteenth year of Zhengde, Zhao Wu, the general of Zhenbei, went to the frontier of Saibei, and his son Zhao Zilong also started his journey to the south.

This farewell, we meet again, but I don't know what year and month it will be.

The author, Slacker Scholar, said: This is a new volume. At the end of this volume, Lin Xiu is about to go to Xuanyu... I don’t know if you will find it awkward when the map is switched. like very much. Recently, I wonder whether you like the writing method similar to this chapter or the previous one. You can leave a message in the book review area to tell me.