Shu County, heavy snow.

Jing carried two swords and took a few people, walking deep and shallow on the rugged road.

It is difficult to walk on the mountain road, but if you want to return to the village where his hometown is, this mountain road is the only way.

They walked slowly, and someone asked: "Brother Jing, how could your hometown be so remote?"

"I don't know either." Jing replied.

He felt very unfamiliar with this mountain road after a long time.

It’s also a blessing that the peddler still has the rope left by him, otherwise he would not dare to take this path in heavy snow.

After walking through the rugged mountain road, the group came to a slightly wider place.

This is a river. The river is not wide. The river surface is frozen and covered with snow. If you don’t look carefully, it is easy to mistake it as a road.

The group carefully crossed the river and came to the other side of the river.

This is the hometown of pure growth.

"The village where my family is located is called Qingfern Village," Jing saw the dilapidated house that had been disregarded for a long time, and his expression was complicated.

"This village is so broken." The companions who came with Xianyang were a little surprised.

It was the first time they saw such a dilapidated house.

Paint it with soil and roast it with charcoal fire.

This is the home that Jing always lives in.

When I saw such a house, I didn’t feel much disgusted, but only the warmth from the bottom of my heart.

"Let's go, I'll take you to my house, go to my house, eat some hot food, and warm it up."

"Let's go." The younger ones rubbed their hands: "It's so cold, you guys."

"It's a little cold, over the past few years..." Jing thought.

There are many things he can't say.

The vague perception is also very lagging.

The few people who came with him didn't care about this, so a group of people rushed to the village not far away in front of them.

When we were about to arrive in the village, a person beside us suddenly grabbed Jing.

Jing stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Jing, have you forgotten what you have on your shoulders?" Yi said with a smile beside him.

At this time, Jing remembered the things in the package on his shoulders.

He nodded: "Yes, I almost forgot this thing!"

He said, untied the package and took out a brocade garment from the package.

Surrounded by everyone, he cleaned up his fur and put on this luxurious and brocaded clothes personally given by King Zheng of Qin.

The bright red and blue-black brocade dressed down, making her look very generous.

He was a little uncomfortable wearing this extremely luxurious and brocade dress.

However, the people next to him had already rushed up to tidy up his clothes.

So they entered the village.

The village was dilapidated and passed by the neighbors, and I could hear a heart-wrenching cough.

It was his neighbor, who was coughing from his uncle.

As my uncle used to be with Jing, he had also been on the battlefield, but he couldn't Lu Ying and did not cut off the enemy's head with his own hands. He just ran with the team in a mess during the war. Later, he fell down and his legs were broken by his own people. Later, he even had the problem of coughing. He would cough like this when it was cold. He always said he was going to die, but he was not dead.

Jing thought for a while, took some money from her companion, and knocked on Zhao's door at her uncle's house.

"See uncle, open the door."

Cute loudly calling.

"Is it purity?" my uncle asked.

"It's me." Jing spoke: "I'll repay the debts my family owed in the past."

My uncle opened the door, and his dry and yellow face showed confusion: "Didn't the debt you owe paid back early?"

She was surprised and could see some reluctant joy: "Jing, since you are back, hurry up and go home, you have been away from home for the past year..."

"Have my family been bullied this year?" Jing asked.

"Of course there is no humiliation." My uncle shook his head: "The family there did not catch you, how dare you attack your family? It's just some embarrassment when arable land and harvesting. We helped each other and then passed."

"Thank you, my uncle." Jing was silent for a moment and handed the money in his hand to his uncle: "So, I'll go back first."

My uncle looked at the gold in his hand and was stunned for a while before realizing that this thing was also "money".

She rushed up immediately and wanted to return the money to the net.

"Clean, you'll take the money back soon. Although my aunt's family is sad, she is not short of money. The surplus grain at home can also be exchanged for salt and cloth. How can you ask for money you get desperately on the battlefield?"

As she said this, Jing had already made great strides back to her doorstep.

Taking a deep breath, Jingzheng was about to knock on the door, but the door opened.

There were a few strangers at home who were flatteringly helping his father chop firewood.

My father sat under the eaves with a dark face, watching the people in the yard busy and without saying a word.

Jing frowned and walked into the house.

Behind him, several brothers followed.

"Ah!" One person was subconsciously afraid when he saw Jing wearing brocade clothes, but when he saw Jing's face, he became surprised: "Jing is back!"

As soon as he shouted, the busy people in the yard immediately stopped their hypocritical work and turned around, with their expressions of ordinary attentiveness.

"Clean, I knew you must..."

"Who are these people?" Jing looked at his father.

The father also stood up, a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to talk to his son.

A few days ago, an envoy came to the county to teach the land to his home. At that time, everyone knew about it. Jing had made contributions on the battlefield, and was appreciated by noble people, and was awarded the title of "official doctor". Now the title is higher than the pavilion leader ten miles around the management village.

Even, it can be compared with the county magistrate.

This time, the inner-level minister, who had no good expression on Jing's family, immediately changed his face and greeted Jing's old parents with a smile.

"These are the nephews of the family of the village chief." The father replied.

Jing nodded, and then kicked the person who was standing in front of him and showed his diligence.

"Get out!" Jing looked cold.

Seeing his situation like this, the brothers behind him laughed: "Brother Jing is still so straightforward and neat!"

With a smile on his face, he patted the iron sword in his arms: "Brother Jing, are these people going to stay here?"

"No!" Jing shook his head: "Don't scare my children."

"Okay." Yi looked at the people who were scared by Jing with malicious intentions, as if he was looking at the slaughtered pigs and sheep: "Why don't you get out quickly if you wait for a few people?"

Several people hurriedly supported the companion who was kicked so hard that he couldn't stand up, sued him and ran away.

"You are so good at offending people." My father wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know how to speak.

Last year, when Jing was forced to leave, he, as a father, could not even do anything for Jing.

"Occursing someone?" Jing wanted to smile to comfort her father.

But his smile touched his muscles, and there was an indescribable ferocious aura.

My father was frightened after eating and couldn't help but retreat.

"Don't be afraid of offending others." Jing quickly put away his smile: "I am hereby the order of the King of Qin and come back to offend others!"
Chapter completed!