Bingzhou, Yanmen.

Luo Mansion!

The door was open on this day, and the head of the Qing family respectfully invited the two generals to enter the mansion.

"We're looking for Brother Zou's wife and children."

Pang De and Yan Xing were holding a pottery jar of ashes, while the other was holding a long knife.

The head of the Luo family lamented and shook his head and said, "Let's go, Qing'er is here."

Under his old face, the head of the Luo family was full of grief. His daughter was raised with great effort. Even though he prefers boys over girls in this era, you still have feelings for raising a dog, let alone your own flesh and blood.

"Zou Pinggui, not a real man, actually left my daughter behind."

Even if you have great ambitions, you should not leave your wife and children and go to make achievements. You think your family is rich.

"The Zu family is already poor, and Qing'er has to take a burden and is much more haggard. Oh~ I couldn't bear it, so I secretly took Qing'er back home."

In the remote small yard, a little head with a look of 600% similar to Zou Pinggui was playing excitedly in the yard. A woman with a pretty face but a little thin or even haggard look was looking at her son with a smile on her face, which was also his only spiritual pillar.

"Qing'er."

With a call, Luo Qingyuan turned his head with a smile. He saw his father and saluted directly: "Father."

This time, the elderly father's eyes trembled, and his voice was hoarse and he wanted to say something, and finally turned into a long sigh.

When Yan Xing and Pang De appeared, Luo Qingyuan's eyes trembled and the smile on his face froze.

She saw the familiar long knife, and the trembling trembled with tears in his eyes filled with tears. He slowly turned his head and could no longer hold back when he saw a pottery jar.

Tears kept falling. After seeing this, Luo's father sighed deeply and said to the child playing in the yard: "Come here quickly."

"Hehe, grandpa, look at my long sword?" The little boy holding a wooden sword in his hand walked over excitedly.

Looking at the expression in front of him, Luo's father showed a kind smile on his unspeakable face.

"My good grandson, do you know if you must listen to your mother in the future?"

"Uh-huh."

"Don't be naughty in the future, don't don't learn~ learn from your father."

As he spoke, two lines of tears were left on his kind face. Luo's father couldn't help but hug his poor grandson tightly with heartache.

"he!"

Luo Qingyuan pointed at the pottery jar tremblingly, and Yan Xing nodded silently.

"Brother Zou left very bravely, he is a real man and a real hero in this world."

Facing the words of Pang De and Yan Xing, Luo Qingyuan smiled, with a sense of desolation in his smile.

"Hero! But he is not a hero here, he is a man who has broken trust!"

Luo Qingyuan, who had endured the grief, could no longer help it, and pointed directly at the cold pot and cursed: "Zou Pinggui, you are not a man! A real man has a word and promised to marry me in a grand manner. Why! Why don't you keep your promise!"

"Is this how you come back from glory? What kind of hero, what kind of hero is without trust?"

With a loud curse, Pang De and Yan Xing were also full of grief and handed over the long knife that was already scarred but still wiped and maintained.

Luo Qingyuan took the long sword tremblingly, and with a clanging sound, the cold light flashed, and the bright blade was filled with gaps.

As his eyelashes trembled, Luo Qingyuan burst into tears. When this treasure sword was created, it was shining without traces, but now it is covered with scars.

She cried even more heartbrokenly, as if she saw the man he was thinking about day and night, holding this long sword in his hand and fighting in the fire of war.

The long sword is bright and smooth when he walks, but the long sword is already covered with scars when he comes back.

Taking a deep breath, after retracting the long sword, Luo Qingyuan went forward and took his grandson in Luo's father's arms.

"Mom! Mom is so painful~ it hurts."

The child looked at his mother pitifully in pain, but this time his mother no longer had the gentleness she used to, and kicked him to kneel on the ground.

"Kneel down and kowtow to your father."

The child, who was only eight or nine years old, didn't know anything at all. He just kowtowed to the clay pot carefully under the scolding of his mother.

"Bump the point! You must hear the sound! Let your untrustworthy father hear it!"

Under tears, Luo Qingyuan stared at the pottery jar and shouted to his son: "Let your untrustworthy father see clearly that his son has grown up, and I, Luo Qingyuan, did not let him down, he gave me down!"

The child kowtowed heavily, his head was bruised. In the end, Luo's father couldn't bear it and rushed over and hugged his grandson.

"Qing'er, the child is still young."

Luo's father, who was like a calf, put the child in his arms, and Luo Qingyuan looked at the pottery jar that returned without saying a word.

"Sister-in-law, Brother Zou is about to die! Say! He knows he is wrong and regrets, and he will definitely listen to you in his next life."

Pang De said the last words of Zou Pinggui before his death in grief. Luo Qingyuan smiled, but was filled with grief.

He slowly stepped forward and gently embraced the pottery in his arms, as if she felt the warmth of the man she loved deeply, and murmured: "Pinggui, you are back, remember what you said, and listen to me in the next life."

In the sad scene, Pang De and Yan Xing looked at each other, took a deep breath, clasped their fists directly at Luo's father and said in a deep voice: "We are the lieutenant under the tent of Marquis Wen, and have been favored by Zou Pinggui's eldest brother."

"Zoupinggui made contributions to the battlefield. Wen Hou specially rewarded the gifts of heaven with thousands of corn seeds, potato seeds, and 500 acres of military farmlands reclaimed in Bingzhou, and there are also!"

When talking about this, Pang De and Yan Xing took out five paper books from their arms.

This scene made Luo’s father stunned, ten books!

"Wen Hou was particularly exempted from the Zou family's ten-year tax on General Zou's bloody battle."

After hearing this, Luo's father couldn't help but pat his grandson in his arms and said excitedly: "Did you hear that? Your father has made great contributions and you will make a name for himself in the future."

Haha ~

Luo's father laughed excitedly. Now there are countless people in Yanmen who laughed at their Luo family, but after today, who else dares to laugh about it?

His daughter chose a son-in-law who was not a wild man!

Not to mention making achievements, the rewards from Mr. Guangwen, 500 acres of fertile land, god-given seeds, and ten books were enough to make the Zou family, which was a civilian, a local wealthy family, and even poor family, and they had no worries about food and clothing.

Luo Qingyuan was even more sad after seeing it. Her man exchanged for his son's future and for the future glory of the Zou family, but all this was exchanged for his life. The descendants of the Zou family got countless treasures, but Luo Qingyuan lost the most important person.

Woo ~

After Pang De and Yan Xing put down their fists, they said in a deep voice: "My brothers will guard Yanmen Pass in the future. In the future, Brother Zou's child will be the disciples of my brothers. We will definitely teach what we must live and learn."

After saying that, Pang De and Yan Xing sighed and shook their heads, and left with their fists first. After all, the family is still in grief, so they chose to come back after a while.

March of the first year of Jian'an (196 AD).

There were busy figures everywhere on the land of Bingzhou, especially in the Yanmen area. Sima Yi was forgetting to eat and sleep, looking at the busy people in the mountains and fields with black eyes, showing an excited smile.

All the Black Mountain bandits moved out, and Yanmen County alone had nearly 200,000 refugees. You should know that Yanmen County itself has only more than 200,000 people of less than 300,000.

The vast land and sparse population are the current situation in Bingzhou. Sima Yi is working hard to arrange the resettlement of people from all over the country, especially the reclaiming of wastelands.

No! It should be a military farm!

All the fields reclaimed by refugees were military farms of Wenhou, and they were just rewarded for sowing seeds.

Jinyang, Yang Xiu looked at the beginning of spring with a headache. Not only did the refugees in Heishan need to be distributed in various places, but also to reclaim wastelands, but also to be properly placed.

This is all a troublesome thing. Although Tian Feng had already made regular plans in advance, the following small things are the most annoying.

"Damn it, Sima Zhongda, you are crazy, you are simply crazy. You have a good life, but you have to come to the border to suffer. I will never accompany you again next time."

This time, Yang Xiu was almost frustrated and completely gave up on Sima Yi. This childhood friend who had been fighting for a long time was simply stubborn. He completely recognized that the frontier would not come back.

It seemed that after the last time the Huns robbed, the Sima family was very regretful. Sima Yi was the representative of this confession. The second son of the Sima family not only defected to Lu Bu, but also directly and sincerely built Bingzhou, giving countless people an illusion.

The Sima family is repenting about their past mistakes.

However, everyone, especially Yang Xiu, never doubted that night, Sima Yi was surprised to change.

At this time, Sima Yi, who was far away in Bingzhou, had just finished his busy day. After returning to the house, he did not rest, but instead stared at the map.

"No, Marquis Wen must unify the north as soon as possible. Only in such a stable north can he accumulate strength quickly. At that time, with Marquis Wen's character, he will definitely attack the Huns on the grassland."

Sima Yi, holding a wine bottle, stared at the map straight, but there was a sense of heat and wildness under his black eyes.

As long as Lu Bu unified the entire north as soon as possible, and by now Bingzhou has integrated into the Black Mountain refugees, the population has exceeded one million, it will not take long, even!

Even after unifying the world, Lu Bu saved enough strength and would definitely scatter the grassland.

When Sima Yi thought of this, he couldn't hide his passion and stared at the map.

"Hiss~ The damn Huns and the damn captives are all a group of untouchables, the most inferior beings in the world. I, Sima Zhongda, must destroy you in this life."

"At that time, the cavalry of the great man will trample on the grassland and swing the spear on the grassland, you lowly men will all become slaves of the great man, and the women will become playthings of the great man."

Under the anger of resentment and revenge, Sima Yi shone with a fierce fighting spirit. He has found his goal and will take it as his mission to sweep the grassland in this life! If it doesn’t work for ten years, then twenty years! If it doesn’t work for twenty years, then fifty years!

He wants to survive! He watches Wen Hou unify the world earlier, and he wants to see the grassland become purgatory.

"Zhongda."

Suddenly, a soft cry woke Sima Yi up. He turned his head and saw Chen Dao, the commander of Yanmen Pass, and couldn't help but get up and bow, "Go to General Chen."

"Haha, why do you and me do this?"
To be continued...