Thanks to book friend Nimeitaba, for the reward of Xiangrui 1 again! The chapter names posted in the morning have been changed, and they have been changed

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After all, Zhao Wuxi also found an ordinary copper head and went to the ground to cut wheat. His movements were unfamiliar, and the actual effect might not be large, but it aroused everyone's enthusiasm.

"Young Master Zhenzhen, Yu Linxi!"

Seeing that the master of his own family was doing his best, the people of the country burst into cheers, and the soldiers worked even harder.

As long as a gentleman is there, anything can be accomplished! After half a year of hearing, the people of Chengyi and Zhao Bing have already given birth to such a subconscious mind.

On the watchtower of Cheng's Manor, Cheng Weng raised his hands high, his eyes pierced, and he uttered a vicious curse. He hoped that the rainstorm would come and destroy all the wheat in the township.

In the village temple, Cheng Wu wore a Nuo face, held a wooden drum and a wild child's tail, and danced a crazy dance, praying to Yun Zhongjun, who "has more than enough to see Jizhou, but the world is poor." The fresh blood food, don't be in such a hurry to come to the mortal world.

Although they were separated by several miles, their voices seemed to converge and reach the sky.

"It's raining!"

"It won't rain!"

The sky seemed to hear their prayers, and there was a burst of thunder in response, roaring from the mountains in the distance!

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The dark clouds were very low, as if they were about to hit the ground.

On a hill outside Chengxiang, two figures are climbing upwards, one is a beautiful girl wearing a plain manuscript and wearing a black ribbon on her head, and the other is a dexterous young man holding a bronze spade.

It was Zhao Wuxi's maid, Wei, and her younger brother, Ao. At this critical moment when they were rushing to harvest wheat, the two of them saw the gap between the patrols and quietly walked out of the wall.

The dull sound of thunder suddenly came from high up in the sky, startling Ao, as if it was revealed that he had sneaked out on a desertion, and the two Sima Tian Ben with fierce faces were yelling at him.

Since he escaped from Cheng's burial pit half a year ago, under the arrangement of the gentleman, he has been working as Yuxi's riding boy in the stable garden, doing things such as feeding horses and preparing saddles. Today, the gentleman has an order, and everyone must go down to the fields to help the people of the country to harvest wheat. Ao worships the gentleman of the Zhao family, treats his words like divine words, and eagerly strokes his sleeves to participate.

Unexpectedly, the elder sister who had not seen him for a long time suddenly approached and called him out. He didn't say what it was for, but he took him all the way out of the wall and walked around the winding mountain road towards this hill.

So, Ao looked unhappy. Hearing the thunder, he shrank his shoulders slightly and complained, "Sister, it's going to rain heavily, what are you taking me to this barren mountain? I still have to follow. Yu Sima is going to harvest the wheat..."

Wei was silent, the slender figure just walked quietly on the rocks, and the pure white deep clothes were soiled with mud, and she didn't care. Ao complained in his mouth. Seeing that his sister was gasping for breath, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he silently stepped forward, pouted, but held his sister tightly with his hands.

After being supported by her younger brother, Wei was in a trance for a while. In the past six months, Ao has grown a lot taller, almost surpassing her.

She seemed to have returned to the rainy night seven years ago, when the family was in ruins, and her father and his siblings wanted to go south to defect to distant relatives. Who would have thought that he encountered robbers and robbers fleeing nearby. Apart from the temporarily hidden treasures of the family, all his belongings were lost, and his father also died on this hill.

She begged the leaders of the army bitterly, and finally built a grave for her father, and then she was sold to the Cheng clan together with her young brother...

There was a bark in front of him, but Ao's black dog was exploring the way ahead. The little guy's physique had more than doubled in size, and he vaguely resembled a Zhongshan Mastiff. He seemed to have found something there.

"Adi, we're here, it's here."

"This is..." After turning over the rock, Ao was stunned when he looked at the humble tomb in front of him. He was young at that time and had no memory at all. My sister also told him about the past, but in previous years, he was bound by the Cheng family and could not be free, so he never came.

I saw a few words written on the wooden plaque that was slightly slanted by the wind and rain on the grave. It seemed that it was written stroke by stroke with a finger dipped in blood. It looked very childish. A sister taught him these words, so he could recognize them.

"Xing Zhongzi's tomb?"

Wei gently straightened the wooden sign and gently wiped the dust on it with her cuff: "Yes, this is our father's tomb, Ao, you also have your own clan, your name is Xing Ao!"

When Ao came back to his senses from the news, Wei held her brother's shoulders, solemnly knelt down with him, and bowed his head three times before the grave.

After removing the weeds that were half a person high on the tomb, and talking about filial piety, Ao was asked by his sister to dig up the roots of a locust tree not far away.

The soil is soft, so it must not be raw soil. After a while, his copper **** bumped into something.

"what is this?"

It was a rotten wooden box. When he leaned over to take it out, when Ao touched it lightly, the pieces of wood rotted and fell off like the bean curd dregs he often ate recently, revealing what was hidden inside.

Ao recognized it. It was a sword. The black-purple scabbard was wrapped with leather and wood, and some beautiful patterns were carved on it. The top of the scabbard was cast in copper and tin to look like a monster with horns.

Although the wooden box outside is decayed, the scabbard is intact, presumably made of extremely precious materials.

"This is a treasure handed down from generation to generation in our clan, a sharp sword brought by our ancestors from the south. It should have been passed down to you..."

"Pass it on to me?" Ao suddenly felt a little apprehensive. He knew that the sword was a weapon that only gentlemen and tigers were qualified to wear, and he was only a lowly cavalry boy who never dared to hope for it.

"But Adi, I don't know if you've heard it before. Every husband is innocent, and he takes responsibility. My family has lost its duty and fief. You and I have become servants and concubines. He was killed and buried, and he became a ghost wandering in Chengyi."

"So, I want to dedicate this sword to a gentleman, first to repay the kindness of saving lives, and secondly to find a good way out for you." Wei's voice was very gentle, as if persuading.

"That's how it should be!"

Ao clenched his fists~lightnovelpub.net~ and nodded heavily. He admired Zhao's gentleman extremely. In the battle under the big mulberry tree half a year ago, the gentleman hugged his elder sister, rescued her from the bad guys, and handed it over to him gently, which he will never forget.

Wei closed her beautiful eyes with relief, and sighed slightly: "It's good if you can think of it this way."

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The thunder in the sky over Chengyi has lasted for several hours, but it is only a dry thunder and no rain.

The shower had not yet arrived, and Cheng Weng, who was on the watchtower, turned his head and looked at the whole town. Most of the golden wheat fields had been harvested. Although the people and soldiers were exhausted, the joy of the harvest was written on everyone's faces, and it was Zhao Wuxi who was surrounded by them and worshipped!

"Is this God's will?" It wasn't until the last sheaf of wheat was transported into the treasury that a raindrop the size of a sunflower bean hit Cheng Weng's wrinkled forehead. He was suddenly desperate and collapsed on the watchtower.

"Aon!"

With the help of his nephew Uncle Cheng, Cheng Weng stumbled to his feet again amid the falling rain.

His withered eyes flickered with the last red light of revenge, and he said fiercely: "I still refuse to accept it! Nephew, you send someone out to tell your brother on the day of Xia Gongyi City, and say that the wheat field in Chengxiang is full. , If Zhong Junzi and Uncle Junzi don't want to lose at the winter solstice, think of a way quickly, I become a clan, and I can respond!"

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