Guarding the frontier at the beginning: I copied my talent

After resting in the city for the night, Shen Ming led two military horses through Wang Si.

Say goodbye to everyone and embark on the road to the capital alone with Jiang Laohan.

The proton of the Desert Ice Country has already been targeted by Nan Yu Kingdom, and the escort team has a big goal and is moving slowly, so Shen Ming will not consider it.

Jiang Laohan also thought about it like this, and the two of them traveled lightly at the moment and set off early in the morning.

At this time, in the early autumn, and not in the north, the weather was cool in the early morning, and the horses galloped against the warm wind, and the sorrow was blown away a little more.

There are four continents in Daxinjiang Linfu, which belongs to the hilly area, and the land is fertile, but there have been frequent droughts over the years, I don't know why.

The two rested along the road, and Shen Ming asked Jiang Laohan for information about the night.

Jiang Laohan, as the protector of the Zhenlong Division, knew it well, leaning on a big tree, and the old eyes narrowed slightly:

"This night is one of the armed institutions of the Nanyu Kingdom, and its functions are similar to my Daxin Zhenlong Division."

When Shen Ming heard this, the scattered information he had obtained before was connected together.

In order to start a war with the Desert Ice Country, Daxin set up a lot of hidden stakes, and even when he knew that there was a collaborator with the enemy, he did not directly arrest him, but only arranged for the Zhenlong Division to pay close attention.

Could this be that he wants to pass on false news to Mo Bing through those people, so as to start a war for benefits?

"Yu Shaoyuan and Yang Fuping, who were imprisoned, are both people cultivated by Li Xiang in the imperial court, what role does this Li Xiang play in this layout?"

Shen Ming secretly analyzed and tentatively asked Jiang Laohan:

"This time, Daxin and Mo Bing hastily stopped the war, but because of the matter of Nanyu Kingdom? Why didn't the Desert Ice Kingdom take advantage of the fire to rob, but obediently sent me a proton to Daxin?

Jiang Laohan's squinted eyes trembled, and he said noncommittally:

"Then they have to beat our Daxin."

Jiang Laohan sat up straight, took out the gourd on his waist and took a sip of wine, and narrowed his eyes comfortably:

"Last night, the night attack of Nan Yuguo was beautifully planned, if it wasn't for your intuition to find out in advance, I am afraid that I will die in vain, but the other party's next performance at night is really unsatisfactory."

"If they miss, they should understand that something must happen, either choose to evacuate and then find a chance, or with the determination to die, they will drive the demon beast to crash into the dragon's spine boat and die with me."

"But the leader is obviously inexperienced, and he has neither the prudence of missing a blow and fleeing thousands of miles, nor the determination to fight to the death."

"And these things, my Daxin Town Dragon Division, but anyone who can achieve the unification of the capital, are the most basic."

"This is the difference between my Daxin country and other countries, Daxin, it is a strong country!"

Jiang Laohan took another sip of wine, and at noon, the sun was scorching hot, sparsely sprinkled through the shade of the trees, mottled into shadows.

"A strong country?"

Shen Ming couldn't help but think of the tragic situation of the whole village being slaughtered in Beituo Village, as well as the appearance of the corpse curled up in his arms.

I felt something strange in my heart.

The two were speechless for a while, only hearing the shadows of the trees and the grass, and the insects chirping for a long time.

Continuing to hurry, Shen Ming saw along the road that the drought in the area of Linfu was really serious, there were many barren fields between the ridges, and the rice straw was withered and yellow, and the fields were also dried up.

This year, however, the situation has improved, and the drought has been going on for several years.

Now Daxin is going to war with Nanyu again, Jianglinfu is close to Nanyu, and the imperial court and local governments have increased taxes and servitude, and the local people are miserable.

Along the way, all the people described the withered people, looking numb.

Scattered people can also be seen starving, lying on the side of the road at will, mosquitoes and flies accumulate, scattering and gathering.

It was now close to dusk, and the two found a small town, meandered along the blue brick and stone floor, saw a restaurant in the market, and got off the horse and were about to enter.

Shen Ming saw a girl kneeling in an open space near the restaurant, eleven or twelve years old, holding two ringed buns, her face was dirty, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

She knelt up straight, her ten fingers clasped in her palms, because she was too hard, her joints turned white, and her thin body trembled slightly in the wind.

In front of him lay a man on a straw mat, covered with black linen, and his exposed limbs were pale and surrounded by flies and insects, apparently dead for a long time.

There were also a few people around the neighborhood, vaguely saying something, roughly meaning "selling himself to bury his father".

Shen Ming inexplicably felt that this girl looked familiar, handed the reins in his hand to the shopkeeper who ushered in him, and walked towards her.

Jiang Laohan wanted to persuade, but sighed and followed.

"Little girl, tomorrow in the city of Hanzhou, the old bustard of Goolan will come to our town, you rest early today, stay until tomorrow, and try your luck."

Someone couldn't help but give her advice, but it was not easy to survive this year.

"How much will it cost to bury your father?" Shen Ming couldn't help it and asked.

Jiang Laohan didn't say a word and stood beside him.

When the girl heard this, her body trembled, she raised her head, her expression was sad that had not yet dissipated, she looked at Shen Ming timidly, her voice was immature and afraid, but she still mustered up the courage to reply:

"Back to the old man, Man'er didn't dare to ask for more, he had already agreed with the shopkeeper of the coffin, and he only needed two pieces of money."

Speaking of this, there was an irrepressible choking in his voice, and he held back his life, his eyes sparkling:

"Please be kind to the master, I... I will serve you as a slave and a slave. "

One or two pieces of silver can be worth three dollars, and the owner of this coffin shop is a dead man's wealth.

Shen Ming looked around, how could he not feel the malicious gaze? If you give him the money now, you will hurt her.

"You take me to the coffin shopkeeper, this old man will help you guard your father's body." Shen Ming pointed to the old man Jiang who was there, and said to the girl.

Jiang Laohan: "? He

was led by the girl, went to the shop, paid the money, and Shen Ming gave the shop some reward money to the shopkeeper and asked him to bury the girl's father.

The man was happy to have a reward, and he was so excited that he began to get busy.

Shen Ming took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and quietly stuffed the girl with some money, and his eyes signaled her not to be quiet.

"Take care of the days to come, and you don't have to be a slave with me." Shen Ming patted her on the head, she was close at this time, and she could see the girl's face clearly.

Although her face is dirty, she has almond eyes and red lips, and although her complexion is not fair, she also looks pretty and lovely.

Taking the girl back to her place, Shen Ming called Jiang Laohan and didn't turn his head back into the wine shop.

The girl looked at Shen Ming, her thin body facing the evening breeze, and the tears in her eyes finally couldn't be suppressed, like the water of a broken lake...

"Shen boy, there will be a lot of these things in the future, can you help me?" Jiang Lao asked flatly, stuffing a piece of fatty steamed pork into his mouth.

"Didn't Elder Jiang say that my Daxin is a strong country? Is this the case everywhere?

Jiang Laohan was choked by these words, and he didn't know how to refute it for a while.

"I'm not going to be so flooded that I want to help everyone." Shen Ming slowly poured the wine and sighed lightly:

"I just think that girl is a little like Wanwan."

Immediately, the wine in the cup was drunk.

The throat is burning.