Looking around, there are no towering city towers, no smoke everywhere, and no running war horses.

Wei Ming looked at the tall and short mounds, bare trees, and dried ponds, grabbed the loess at his hand and raised it.

The loess turned into fine dust and rubbed into the wind.

After three days, he finally understood one thing. Wei Ming, the prince's grand sage who died in the battlefield, was really dead. The hungry and ten-year-old boy Wei Muzi came back alive again.

God thinks that he worked diligently in his previous life, and sacrificed his life for the country, wasn’t it enough to do it?

Wei Ming closed his eyes, and the situation before his death could still appear before his eyes-

That was the late winter of the eleventh year of Dingxing, and it was the seventh year when he was a civil servant who led his troops as an iron cavalry.

The dripping water of Kaifeng turned into ice. People say that since the Daxing Dynasty retreated to the south of the Yangtze River, Kaifeng has become colder every year. This year, he led his troops to recover and has seen the first recovery.

But he still felt cold. The cold air seemed to penetrate directly into the bones and blood through the flesh. The wound on his back seemed to be frozen to the point of cracking. The knife wound three months ago finally had a chance to release his power. He knew that his life was almost gone.

Forty-six years old, it’s not too much or too little. So what if it’s too much or too little, it’s all going to be a waste.

"Super the platform! Don't sleep! After this night, the imperial physician sent by Jinling will arrive!"

Jinling left Feng, too far away, I can't wait...

But he still struggled to support himself, sat quietly for a while, and let someone put on a cloak for him and walked out of the tent shakingly.

"Supervising the platform, the cold outside..." He raised his hand and stopped his words.

He lifted the outer tent and Fengxue hit him in front of him. He barely stood up, and the white world was in sight.

It's better to die in the snow.

Forty-six years passed by, and he spent his whole life working hard for the rivers and mountains that were thrown away by the domineering and corrupt treacherous people in the court. From the edge of the Yellow River to the Yangtze River, from the foot of the Qinling Mountains to the Taihang Ridge, those people ceded and fled, and he held on and recovered. How many cities did he defend and how many barbarians had he killed?

He worked tirelessly to quell the rebellion and recover the rivers and mountains. Although the lost land has not been completely recovered, the Tatars in the north were all seriously damaged and retreated and defeated repeatedly. Even if he died, some people could continue his career and restore his former prosperity.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it after all.

He was about to die, and was stabbed by the princess wife in the back, and was cursed to go to Avici Hell. He finally escaped from the gate of hell and fell off the horse in the cold winter. He really couldn't survive.

However, between this vast world, he had no relatives, only the old horse who had accompanied him on the battlefield for many years was wailing, and his bloodthirsty armor was about to collapse.

He felt the passing of life.

If there is another life, can he change his life?

But if the country is overthrown and the nest is overthrown, how can there be a complete egg?

After all, it is the mediocre, traitors and slandering who form a party for personal gain! If it weren't for them, the prosperity would be shaky and would not collapse in one go!

If he is working hard, he will not give these treacherous opportunities. He will uproot them and burn them to death without leaving any one!

In this way, the country of Daxing will not be lost, the people will not be displaced, and he will be able to change his life and will not be so lonely!

Looking up at the sky, the heavy snow like goose feathers covered the sky and the earth.

Wei Ming saw the boundless darkness from the vast white world. At that time, he thought that everything was over, no more life, and no more life...

However, he opened his eyes and returned to the famine year of ten years old.

"Muzi! No. 48! It's time for us, get the bucket!" A thin and bright sound like a bird.

Wei Ming was suddenly recalled and looked down at the yellow-haired girl running around.

The little girl was saved by him the day he just came back.

There were refugees everywhere that day. If they were one step later, the little girl would have a meal at home.

The rescued little girl did not cry or make a fuss. She handed her half a bowl of porridge. Her hands were shaking so hard that she kept saying "Thank you, thank you."

The aunt at home was willing to take in this little girl, but he didn't say anything.

Last year, my mother starved to death, and this year, my father died of illness. Both elders went too early, and he came back too late, so he could not meet again. My uncle disappeared in April, and for many years since then, only my aunt took him and her cousin Xiao Yi to survive.

If my aunt hadn't pulled him up and raised him, and let him study, how could there be the later Prince Wei Ming?

He was grateful for his aunt's kindness, and he remembered it for two lifetimes.

So my aunt wanted to keep the little girl, so he gave her half a bowl of porridge.

She said that her name is Cui Zhi, who came from another place, and her parents and brothers didn't remember it.

Although she was only six or seven years old, she was much smarter than he thought. She followed him to fetch water at the foot of Tashan five miles away. Although she was so tired that she fell on the ground when she returned home, she knew the way after she went there and was very capable of being a scout.

Let’s talk about today. The well at the foot of Tashan is the only well in this area where water is emitted. Everyone carries a bucket to fetch water. There are so many people who fetch water. In her words, “It’s not here to fetch water at all, it’s here to hit people.”

It was hot and there were many people, and they were sweating anxiously, so they almost started to have sex.

She was not in a hurry and ran to the front and counted, asking the people in front and behind to help me remember their numbers and asked people to come forward to fetch water according to the numbers. In this way, everyone could find a Liangyin to sit there without having to queue up under the sun.

She is really good at thinking about it!

Wei Ming looked at her a few more times, and saw her happily fetching water. He called the two numbers behind him and was ready. He raised his head and smiled at him, "Let's live together! Go home, Muzi! Xiao Yi is still waiting for our water!"

If she hadn't been sincerely grateful to her aunt and Xiao Yi, he wouldn't have kept her.

After all, he had never seen this person in his previous life.

Wei Mingte looked at her twice, and she looked at her, "What are you looking at, silly?"

Wei Ming remained silent, "I'm not stupid."

She snorted and laughed, "You're stupid!" After saying that, she said half-heartedly, "It's okay to be stupid. When I have money, I will raise you, raise your aunt and Xiao Yi! Wait!"

Wei Ming was really stupid when he said this. He didn't know, but he thought that someone's man was talking about love in his mother's ear!

"Do you really don't remember your parents or brothers?" he asked.

"I don't remember!" she said, "I never remembered it!" She paused, her voice lowered a little, "I only remember my master, my master's wife, and my senior brother."

"Your master, senior brother, senior brother? Where is your current situation?" Wei Ming raised his eyebrows. Last time his aunt asked her about her origin, she didn't say anything.

"Everyone is staying at home!" she answered casually.

"Then why don't you go and look for it?"

She suddenly laughed twice, looking at him helplessly, "How can I find it? I don't have a system, and I won't go back on it! Si Muzi!"

What is a system? What is a reverse penetration?!

Wei Ming has lived so old, and I wonder what these two words have to do with finding someone?

He wanted to continue asking, and she suddenly pulled him and went behind a big tree next to him, "Hurry up, hide!"

Wei Ming followed her gaze and saw an old woman in the village appearing on the road ahead with her grandson.

"It's Lao Zhu Po and Dongcai, I'm not wrong, right?"

"I admit my mistake."

Old Zhu Po was cunning and cruel. He sold all the granddaughters in the family and paid back the money. He also kidnapped the children of the other family. Later, the villagers came to the house to make trouble.

Before leaving the house, my aunt repeatedly told Cui Zhi that when she saw the old Zhu Po running away, it was no wonder that she was anxious to hide behind the tree.

After a while, the old Zhu Po and grandson Dongcai ran away.

"Where is this old lady Zhu taking her grandson? She ran so anxiously?" She asked on tiptoe and stretched her head. She was afraid that she was not at all, but curious but had a face full of her face.

"Zhaotang Village." Wei Ming remembered that the Zhu family was the tyrant of Zhao Gong, the village chief. But now, Zhao Gong seems to be not the village chief yet. What should the old Zhu lady do?

His interest in Lao Zhu Po was far worse than asking the origin of the little girl Cui Zhi.

It was just the direction of the village that came from, and a large group of people came out, carrying hoes and shovels, not going to work, but like going to quarrel.

Cui Zhi let out a sneer and hurried over to look. Wei Ming had to follow her, and was still ten feet away from the group of people, and he heard them clamoring.

"Our grain has been put into the mouth of the Zhao family! Zhao Gong, the chief grain, just depends on the oil rat! What can we leave?! Whatever we say this time, we have to grab the grain back!"

"Yes! Take it back! Otherwise, I don't know if I can support the food from the court!"

Wei Ming followed the words of the villagers. Zhao Gong, who was next door to Zhaotang Village, seems to be still a grain chief who is in charge of food, not the village chief who later took charge of 110 households. The emergency grain distributed by the magistrate before the court's disaster relief grain was now in the hands of Zhao Gong.

Zhao Gong was selfish and greedy, and only gave away a bowl of thin soup and water every day to send everyone away. No wonder the villagers clamored to ask for food.

He was thinking about it, and suddenly felt a slump on his shoulders. Then he realized that Cui Zhi had carried half a bucket of water in his hand and poured it into the bucket he was carrying, without even saying hello.

After she finished pouring over, she held the empty bucket and smiled, "Muzi, go back first, I'll go with me!"

After saying that, he plunged into the crowd.

Where did the wild girl come from? She is not afraid! Wei Ming laughed.

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*A happy business and farming article, I hope everyone likes it!
Chapter completed!