Five years later

Tanzhou in the north is already the border between the Song and Liao dynasties. Of course, the Liao Kingdom here is not the history that Du Ruo knew. In fact, this is an overarching world. Although the Song Dynasty here also has a splendid culture, the GDP that everyone looks up to is not weak. Although the previous Song and Liao wars had their own victory or defeat, the national strength of the Liao Kingdom was completely incomparable to the Song Kingdom. The war was the most expensive. The Liao Kingdom, whose national strength was declining, had to cultivate and survive. Therefore, since the last peace talks, there has been no war in the past decade.

The world is peaceful and ordinary people do not have to wander around, and life is much better. Especially Tanzhou is located on the border of Song and Liao, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with distinct seasons, with mountains as the boundary. On this side of the mountain is the vast land of the Song Dynasty, and on the other side is the endless grassland. It is precisely because of the border between the two countries that many ethnic groups live in, are conservative and enthusiastic, and are implicit and open. The characteristics of various ethnic groups merge and collided to form the unique characteristics of Tanzhou.

There is a Zihua Village at the foot of the mountain outside the outskirts of Tanzhou City. In the courtyard surrounded by fences at the entrance of the village, there is a boy of three or four years old. He is so beautiful that he is holding a small bow and pulling it open. With a whoosh, the small arrow pierces the straw target in front of him.

The little boy turned his head and looked at the boy who was sixteen or seventeen next to him: "Niuhuang, it's your turn. If you lose, the short knife on your waist will be mine." He said that, and handed over the small bow in his hand.

Niuhuang: "I won't lose." He took the small bow and gestured, and shot it out with a whirlpool. Unfortunately, his head was not accurate enough, and the arrow fell to the ground with the straw.

The little boy laughed: "I'm willing to accept the loss, you can't be so arrogant."

Niu Huang hesitated: "That, Young Master Duoduo, it's not that he is a slave, but that this short knife is so fast that it's nothing to give it to you, but if he cuts his hand, the young master will definitely punish the slave."

The little boy was unhappy: "My mother said that men should keep their word."

Niu Huang curled his lips: "Your mother can say, when will she keep her word?"

The little boy: "My mother is a woman, and women can say nothing but men can't." As he said that, he reached out and pulled out the short knife on his waist: "I'm willing to accept the loss, this short knife is mine." He gestured with the short knife and couldn't put it down.

Niuhuang said in a stack of voices: "Young Master Duoduo, be careful and cut your hands carefully..."

A shed was built in the yard to cool down. The roof was covered with a thick layer of wheat straw mixed with mud, which was both beautiful and shady. A wooden couch was set up in the shed. There was a small carved table on the wooden couch. The water on the small mud stove on the table was rolled. Du Ruo poured it into the white porcelain cup next to it, hang it for a while, and then pulled the tea leaves from the tea box next to it and put it into the cup before pushing it to Su Shi'an.

Su Shian looked at the buds and leaves slowly stretching out in the cup, and the tea soup turned into a light green color. After taking a sip, the tea fragrance was clear and she couldn't help but smile and said, "Aruo's skills are better."

Du Ruo: "It's good to have tea."

Su Shian looked at the little guy who looked like he was gestured with a short knife in the yard, and couldn't help but say, "Duoduo is really talented in riding and shooting."

Du Ruo looked at her son in the yard. Five years ago, she finally ran out and wanted to abort the child in her belly, but things went against her wishes. The risk of abortion was too great that she had to give birth.

At first, she felt that the child in her belly was a trouble and was eager to deal with it. Later, she was forced to stay. However, as the child grew up day by day in her belly, although she had not given birth, she could move. Every fetal movement brought a new touch to Du Ruo and also stimulated her maternal nature. She could truly feel that the belly, which is connected to her bones and blood, is the most inseparable part of the world's closest and closest.

When she was born, she felt pain for a day and a night before she was born. But when she saw the wrinkled little thing, Du Ruo felt that all the pain was worth it. She felt as if she had the whole world with her son, and the satisfaction that belonged to her mother was indescribable.

She also became a vulgar mother, hoping that her children would be blessed and long-lasting, so her nickname was Duoduo, and her daimyo was named Su Shi'an, named Du Heng. From this, Du Ruo deeply felt that naming really showed the cultural heritage. Compared to Su Shi'an herself, she was an absolute citizen.

The son was born and looked quite pleasing, which made Du Ruo feel relieved, and often fell into a complex state of mind. The genes are really amazing. The child seems to be born to replicate his parents' genes, just like Duoduo's talent for riding and shooting. His small bow was sold at a stall when he entered the city last time.

The little guy saw the bow and arrow on the stall and refused to leave. He looked at himself and said, "Mom, don't you tell me to choose a birthday gift by myself? Can I ask this?" He pointed to the bow and arrow on the stall.

Moreover, no one has ever taught him, he can gesture in a pretty way. Looking at his son Du Ruo sometimes I can't help but think of that man like a bull.

In the small town on the border here, Du Ruocai truly knew the reputation of the mighty general. He was invincible on the battlefield and had great military achievements. No wonder he was named the general after only more than twenty years.

The more I heard these, the more I felt that he could run out of his nose. It was pure luck. Du Ruo could not imagine what would happen if he let the man know Duoduo's existence. After all, the man still has no children, and this was the one that ancient men cared about the most.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard Su Shian say, "I need to go back to the capital."

Du Ruo: "But what happened at home?"

Su Shian: "My father sent someone to send a letter saying that his mother was sick."

Du Ruo: "Then you set off quickly."

Su Shian wanted to speak but stopped: "Aruo, why don't you go back with me."

Du Ruo shook his head: "If I go back with you, what should I do if the medicine field is done? Although there are farmers who can help with cooking, I still have to keep an eye on it. Moreover, even though it is just beginning of spring, there are people who come to set medicine."

Speaking of the medicine field, Su Shi'an couldn't help looking out. Outside the fence was the medicine field that Du Ruo bought, which was dozens of acres. Aruo was very capable. He just brought her here. She bought these medicine fields in one hand. She was different from other women. She was very comfortable to stay with her. Thinking of this, Su Shi'an said: "Aruo, why not marry me."

Du Ruo smiled: "Shian, I am a widow who is dragging me. You are the third young master of Yuqingtang. If you marry a woman like me, Lingtang will be more sick, so it is useless to use me as a shield."

Both of them knew that Shi'an received letters from his mother's seriously ill family every year to get him back to marry him, so Shi'an did not mention this once or twice. Du Ruo always felt that it was a joke and never took it seriously.
Chapter completed!