On the sixth day of November of the tenth year of Tiansheng, due to the completion of renovation of the Daou family, the reign of the Ming Dao was changed. The world was amnesty, and all officials were given one rank. Xu Ping was promoted from military farm to civil servant Wailang.

The Heavenly Saint means that the two are saints, and Ming Dao means that the sun and the moon are in the sky. The year name clearly shows that Empress Dowager Liu still controls power at this time. Although the emperor is twenty-three years old, the Empress Dowager shows no sign of returning power. However, the wind direction begins to change slowly. Ming Hao and others write letters to ask the Empress Dowager to return power. Although some of the words are fierce, they are just a result of not being rewarded and are not expelled from the center like Fan Zhongyan and others.

The most unexpected profiter of this amnesty was Ding Wei. He had already moved to Daozhou to manage the government and was treated as a retirement. He retired safely and unexpectedly got a better ending than his old rival Kou Zhun.

Zuojiang Road was sent by Xu Ping to prison cities in various prefectures and was not reimbursed for rebellion. Only Huang Magistrate, who was sued for the first time, was able to return to Yongzhou alive and live at his in-laws because of his minor charges.

Almost at the same time, Dangxiang leader Dingnan Army Jiedu, Zhao Deming, King Xiping, passed away. His son Yuanhao succeeded to the throne and was still appointed as the chief magistrate and the chief magistrate, the governor of Dingnan Army, and the king of Xiping.

Half a month after the news reached Yongzhou, Xu Ping could not feel the joy of promotion, but felt that the whole world began to change slowly, and he felt more and more uneasy.

Li Yuanhao is still called Zhao Yuanhao now and has not officially opposed the Song Dynasty, but this name is too loud in history. Although Xu Ping suddenly couldn't remember any of his deeds, he still had the impression that he had disrupted the northwest of the Song Dynasty and caused a series of chain reactions.

To put it seriously, whether it was the historical rebellion of the Song Dynasty in the southwest region, or the later Jiaozhi invasion of Yong, Qin and Lian, all were related to the rise of Dangxiang in the northwest. No Dangxiang people attracted the attention of the Song Dynasty to the northwest and won many times. These two forces did not have the courage to invade internally.

Under this overall situation, Xu Ping decided not to wait anymore and rushed to Sang Yi to Menzhou to gather troops, prepare to attack Guangyuanzhou with all his strength first, and then return to the army to take down Liangzhou, without worrying about Jiaozhi's reaction for the time being.

The situation on the border of Yongzhou is getting more and more tense, but for the people at the bottom, life has not changed much, and the trajectory of their lives is still repeated day after day.

A small team of horse gangs stopped at the fork in a mountain road. The leading horse gang man hugged a seven or eight-year-old boy from the horse, patted his head, and smiled and said, "Boy, don't walk with people like this in the future. That is, we are all honest people. When we meet those cruel and ruthless people, we will definitely sell you to Jiaozhi to be a slave and a servant, and you will never be able to turn over!"

The little horse shrank his neck and asked seriously: "How much does it cost to give you if I took these roads? I only have copper coins from the Song Dynasty and gold and silver."

Several men laughed and said to Xiaomahoo: "A child like you, isn't it curse us not to be a human? Forget it, keep your copper coins yourself, buy a fruit to eat when you have free time. Also, although this area is Jiaozhi territory, the copper coins of the Song Dynasty are equally common, so you don't have to worry about not being able to buy anything."

While saying that, he took half of his pocket from the horse and handed it to the little horse's hoof: "And with your rice, I will take it with you. Can you carry it with you so weak? Is your home far away from here?"

The little horse hooves held half a pocket of rice tightly in his arms and said, "My home is right in front, and we will arrive in two steps! I can take these rice, and I carried it myself before I find you!"

Seeing the little horse hoof vigilant, the men smiled and shook their heads, said no more, said goodbye to him, and drove the horse along the mountain path.

The little horse hoof looked at the horse gang that was leaving and could not see anyone. Then he gritted his teeth and carried half a bag of rice and walked crookedly towards the fork in the mountains.

Although I said it easily just now, I really cared it, twenty kilograms of rice was still extremely heavy. For a child of seven or eight years old, walking on such a mountain path is not easy.

It was winter now, and the mountains were not as flat as the ground, so I could clearly feel the chill. At the beginning, I was blown by the cold wind in the mountains, and the little horse's hooves felt cold hands and feet, and I couldn't walk half a mile and was already sweating profusely.

After walking for two or three miles, the little horse hoof felt weak hands and feet, dry mouth, and his heart was beating violently. The legs seemed to be no longer their own, as heavy as iron, and they could not even be lifted.

There was a gap between the rocks on the roadside, and a big tree was grown inside. When the little horse's hooves arrived here, they could no longer help but sit on the roots of the tree unearthed.

He gasped for a while, and the little horse hooves looked around helplessly.

At this time, the sun in the sky was sagging, looking like a pale face, without any anger. The mountain wind blew on her body, and the little horse's hooves couldn't help but tremble, and the sweat was covered in her body felt even more cold.

There is no end to the continuous mountains, I just feel that one mountain is higher than the other, and it stretches to the horizon.

Little Horse Taur felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and he felt that he was abandoned in the corner of this world and could no longer touch the world. Those whom he cared about were as far away as in another world.

Why not just put the rice here and let Uncle Hong pick it up after he arrives in the village. He is an adult and is not as weak as himself, so he will definitely be able to carry the rice back to the village.

The little horse's hooves held his knees and looked at the setting sun in the sky, and was unable to make up for a moment. What if the rice was taken away by someone else? It was just that he hid himself well, no one found it. There might not even be a second pedestrian in the mountain today, but what should I do if the beasts in the mountain were discovered? The silly bear and blind man looked stupid, but he would harm people the most. No matter how tightly he hid it, it could find it. Not to mention that there are mice and various birds in the mountain, which are beyond the reach of them.

The more Xiao Mati thought about it, the more he felt that he could never find the rice again as soon as he let go. After missing this time, his dear man in the mountains would never be able to eat the sweet white rice in his life.

This is the rice grown from sugar commerce. It is white and crystal clear. Each grain looks like a pearl. It is not comparable to brown rice in the mountains. What's more, it is brown rice. People in the mountains may not have a grain of rice in their mouths all year round. As soon as they were taken, they were snatched by the owner and received it in the warehouse.

Little Horse Tail remembers that when he was a child, he died early because his parents died. He had no milk to eat. It was all up to Uncle Hong Er and others to secretly hide a few grains of rice and cook porridge to feed him. He relies on the brown rice porridge that has no mouthfuls. Little Horse Tail slowly grew into a big child.

At that time, Xiaomatu thought that brown rice porridge was the best food in the world. He vowed that when he grew up, he would let the helper, Uncle Hong and others eat it with a full meal.

Now that he has not grown up, he has brought back white rice that is thousands or hundreds of times better than brown rice. No matter how difficult it is, he has to bring it back to Uncle Hong. Let them eat enough at one time.

Feeling that some strength had been restored, the little horse hooves did not dare to take risks. They still carried half a bag of white rice, half back and half dragged, moving towards the mountains step by step.

The sun is short in winter, and the sun is unknowingly hiding, which often catches people off guard.

There are less than ten families in the mountain village of Hongdong. They are so poor that they can't afford to light the lights. When the sun hides and the moon is lazy, they don't appear, the villagers have to light a bonfire. They gather together to talk about family matters, and the women gather together to do needlework. The night is quiet and peaceful.

"Oh, there's a dark road over there. Could it be a monkey who steals things?"

A woman screamed and shouted at the road at the entrance of the village.

A man jumped up and shouted, "In winter, there is no food in the mountains. It must be the monkey who came into the village to steal things! Light a torch and follow me to drive them away!"

As he said that, he caught a pine branch and reached into the bonfire, turned around and ignited it, and held it in his hand.

The idle men were bored and stood up one after another, using various branches to make torches, and surrounded the dark shadows at the entrance of the village.

Uncle Hong Er was a good hunter. He lit a pine branch and hid it behind him, and ran towards the black shadow first.

When he arrived, Uncle Hong suddenly raised the pine branch from behind, reflected the shadow, and shouted: "When you are hiking on the mountain in the middle of the night, see where you are!"

The little horse's hooves had already left and were dizzy, and as soon as the firelight flashed, he felt a familiar face flashing, and his eyes turned black and he sat on the ground.

He murmured, "I'm back--" and tilted his head and fell to the ground.

Uncle Hong Er took advantage of the fire and felt familiar at first glance. He leaned forward and looked at it, shouting: "This is a little horse's hoof. Last time I heard that it was caught by people from Da Song, so I'm back!"

Hearing this roar, men and women gathered together, talking and talking.

Uncle Hong explored the breath of the little horse's hoof and said to everyone: "It's okay, the child is just tired, just go back and take a break! Which family has rice, come out and cook some porridge and feed him, and you will raise it!"

A woman raised her hand and said, "I have a little more at home. I hid it on the beam of the house a few days ago and was not searched by the owner. I could make half a pot of porridge, enough for a few meals to eat!"

Uncle Hong Er said, "Oh," bent down to hug the little horse's hooves, but found that the little horse's hooves were pressing against the pocket under him.

Holding up his pocket, Uncle Hong said, "What is it heavy inside? No wonder this doll is so tired. How could he carry such a heavy thing at a young age?"

The pockets were opened, and the flames reflected the white rice, exuding an attractive luster.

Uncle Hong Er reached into his pocket, held the grains of sperm of rice, and held it tightly, and the rice slowly slid out from his fingers. Uncle Hong Er held it again and slid out again, and it felt like a dream. The smooth and warm feeling was not so touched by his first touch of Mrs. Hong Er's body.

"This, is it white rice in it? Look, this is - this is white rice?"

Uncle Hong Er murmured, turning to look at the people in the village, and just feeling that everything was like a dream.

The people next to them reached into their pockets, took turns to touch them, and shouted: "It's really white rice. The little horse's hooves actually brought white rice back. I'll see white rice back in this life!"

He shouted, picked up the little horse's hooves and squeezed into Uncle Hong's house one after another.

Little Horse Feather felt that she had a long dream. Although there was a thorn in the dream, she was very happy and happy, living happily with the people around her and those who cared for her.

This dream was so beautiful that he didn't even want to leave the world in the dream. However, the call of the familiar voice in his ears still made him slowly open his eyes.

In front of me is a childish face. Although my face is clean, my hair is messy and there are even two dead grass on it. The eyes on my face are as bright as the stars in the sky, full of curiosity and care.

"Lihua, am I at your house? Am I back?"

Lihua looked at the little horse's hooves and nodded heavily.

Uncle Hong, who heard the sound, came over and touched the little horse's hoof's head and said, "Good baby, you're awake! We've been worried these two days!"

"I'm back! I'm finally back!"

The little horse's hooves were so excited that they were about to jump up, but their weak body just arched.

Shaking his head helplessly, Xiaomati asked Uncle Hong Er: "Uncle Second, is your aunt's body well?"

Uncle Hong sighed: "How is it so good? I can't hire a doctor in the mountains and can't afford to buy medicine, so I have to simmer it for a day. People in the mountains have to simmer it for a lifetime."

"Second uncle, help me up!" the little horse hooves shouted on the bed.

Uncle Hong shook his head with a caring look on his face, and came over and gently helped the little horse's hooves up.

Sitting up on the bed, the little horse's hooves solemnly put their hand into their arms, slowly pulled it out, and said to Uncle Hong, "Uncle Second, extend your hand and continue!"

Uncle Hong Er just laughed, not knowing what strange things the child brought from the mountain. His big hands were opened and placed in front of the little horse's hooves to satisfy the child's vanity.

The little horse hoof put the things in his hand into Uncle Hong's second hand and said seriously: "Uncle Second, this is the copper coins of the Song Dynasty. I have asked. We can also use Jiaozhi. You can buy medicine when you take it to Aunt Nan!"

As he spoke, he reached into his arms and grabbed it out hand by hand.

"I have many more here, and I earn them all! Grandpa cooks for people, so I pick up stones everywhere to exchange for money. I exchange a lot of money for my aunt, and I buy medicine for my aunt!"

Uncle Hong looked at the yellow copper coins in his hand and straightened his eyes, unable to believe that this was true.

People in the mountains need to exchange things for things, fur for salt, egg for needle money. When did they see copper coins? Or such a large number of copper coins from the Song Dynasty.

It was not until Uncle Hong could not hold it down, but the little horse hooves stopped and said, "I earned this money. The rice is the food saved by my grandfather and I. It is not someone else's, but ours! It is not popular in Dasong outside the mountain to take other people's things, and we have to earn everything ourselves! This is what we earn ourselves!"

Uncle Hong looked at the copper coins in his hand, then looked at the little horse hooves, and murmured: "Doll, what are you doing with grandpa in Dasong? Haven't you been captured by their people? Why do you still have money and rice?"

"We are in the sugar service, where grandpa cooks for people, and gives rice and copper coins every month. However, we steal other people's things and are fined, and now we can't get it."

Speaking of this, the little horse hooves lowered his head and whispered: "It's wrong to steal something!"

Uncle Hong was stunned there, and after a while, he said, "That sugar service, I have also heard from the guests from outside the mountain, "Isn't it from the Song Dynasty? Why do you still accept Jiaozhi people?"

"We are not Jiaozhi people! I heard that from Luzhou to Liangzhou, although I don't know where it is, this mountain is from the Song Dynasty, and we are all from the Song Dynasty! Of course, the Song people can go to sugar services, work hard to get grain and rice, and workmanship to get copper coins!"

Speaking of this, Xiaomati raised her head: "Second uncle, you and the villagers all go to the sugar service with me. There is a doctor there, and you can make money. You will definitely cure your aunt's illness!" (To be continued.)
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