After the Zhao Ci incident. Jingwei originally wanted to reward Pang De, Wen Pin, Shi Wanbao, Wang Jun, Jiao Chu and other people who survived. As for the memory of Duan Ning, Shen Dan and other dead people. But in the end, apart from the dead and the mute Pound, no one was willing to accept this so-called work of saving the world.
After the incident, Wen Pin took the initiative to look for Jing Wei to apologize."It was all because of my negligence that my lord was almost killed, General Pang is unconscious, and tens of millions of men died in the sea of fire…I am willing to be punished and be stripped of my official position to serve my lord!”。
"Zhongye, don't say too much. It was my negligence that caused the disaster. Sigh, since you're not willing to accept the reward, then punish! You have to guard the city, so it's impossible for you to be demoted. Come with me to visit the families of those dead brothers!”Jing Wei said.
In countless novels, or in the eyes of the higher-ups. The death of soldiers was just a number. No one cared about their families. Nameless and nameless. It was only because of a reason that no one knew that the wall of flesh and blood was built, and then no one knew that they died. After death, they were still nameless and nameless, and no one cared about them after they were buried. In such a chaotic world, it would be difficult to even get buried. It would save time and effort to be thrown into the wilderness, and it could also prevent the plague.
After this incident, almost everyone's eyes were on the unconscious Pang De, including Wen Pin, who was also concerned about Pang De. When Jing Wei said this, Wen Pin felt as if he had been struck by lightning. It turned out that he had long forgotten his original purpose. Many people who had climbed up from the bottom were struggling for the sake of the people's lives. However, in the game of power, all of this was just fleeting.
The scar on Wenpin's face was aching for some reason, and it was so painful that tears welled up in his eyes. Worry about this thing, no matter what the status was. Was it the inextinguishable sorrow in one's heart? "I accept your orders!" Wen Pin knelt on one knee and cupped his fists with tears in his eyes.
"General?" After Jing Wei sighed with emotion again, he brought Wenpin out. On the way, he met Shi Wanbao, and the conversation was more similar than Wenpin's. However, no one knew what Jing Wei thought about the family members of the deceased. But at this moment, as long as one was not stupid, they knew that they had to follow.
"Milord, to be able to visit in person. My husband died a worthy death! I hope you will remember that this is my son, Jiang San. In the future, I will certainly do my best for you.”A woman carrying a child said respectfully with a crying face.
"My son? My son is dead? My lord, my son is dead? "I'll have to trouble you to tell me…" An old man said in a dispirited manner.
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Countless relatives were grieving and crying like this. But he was respectful.
But shouldn't they hate me? I'm the one who deprived them of their worries! Was this the so-called Confucianism? Was it good or bad? Maybe this could buy people's hearts. Jing Wei admitted that he had such thoughts, but the original intention of doing this was to express condolences to the innocent families of the deceased. He even hoped that they would scold and beat him up to make him feel better. But the result was like this.
Why would Jing Wei care about these small soldiers? Because he was a benevolent saint? No, it was just a sin that Jing Wei had committed after experiencing the sorrow of being weak and the influence of power. Every night in his dreams, he would think of the ordinary people crying in the sea of fire. Such consolation was just a useless self-redemption.
Although there were many casualties in this incident, there were not many people from Wan City. Most of them were surrendered Yellow Turban soldiers or foreign soldiers. No one knew if their relatives were still alive. Perhaps there was an old couple guarding their home in the distance, waiting for their child to return, but no matter how long they waited, there was no news. This was chaotic times…
Jing Wei didn't visit many people, but he had to have great courage to visit each one. This wasn't a TV series. This was a real farewell. That kind of sadness, but it was unbearable to be around. Jing Wei wished that he wouldn't tell them the truth and leave them with a glimmer of hope. But that kind of torture would only make it worse, right?
At this moment, the woman who was sobbing with her child also stood up and said,"Elder Yan, this is not your fault. If not for you, my family would have starved to death on the streets last winter. You saved our family! I can't accept this money either. You're not rich either.”
Under such an atmosphere, Jing Wei couldn't help but feel even sadder. It was supposed to be a festive and lively Spring Festival. However, Wan City was now covered in white. This white was not as holy as in the west. At this moment, there was only dead silence in Wan City. When he calmed down, he could only hear intermittent cries.
Jing Zhi ran up to Jing Wei. Jing Wei caressed his younger brother's hair weakly, just like when he was still in Western Liang. Time really passed quickly. Unknowingly, his younger brother had grown a lot taller and had long hair that reached his shoulders. As Pang De practiced martial arts, he was in high spirits, unlike his brother who was dispirited. "Jingzhi has grown up and knows how to share his brother's burden," Jing Wei said while stroking him. Good girl!" Jing Zhi was still enjoying himself like before. Perhaps his past life was not far away?
Although Yan Gao was still a private school teacher on the surface, Jing Wei did not have any civil officials under him, so Yan Gao gradually grasped almost all the civil affairs in Wan City.
"Mr. Yan, what's with the money?”Jing Wei asked as he looked at the money bag the woman handed over. Yan Gao said slowly,"Sigh, this family has a hard life. He originally lived in Hebei, but his family's land was forcefully taken away by a local tycoon, so he had no choice but to move to Wancheng. The family had three sons, and the eldest son died in the early years of the Yellow Turban. A man joined the army in a fit of anger, but today he also met with unexpected disaster, and now there was no one at home to earn a salary. I pity him and do my best to teach his second son for free, hoping that one day he can make a meteoric rise. It's good for the family."
"Old Master Yan, you are indeed a great scholar! However, you're not rich either. I'll help these poor families.”Jing Wei said straightforwardly. When had Jing Kewei ever been generous? The current Wan City was like a candle flickering in the wind. These internal affairs managers, Yan Gao, naturally understood this very well. "Sir, if you want to provide relief, then you have to take care of thousands of families. Otherwise, people will gossip about it. But now that Nanyang has just been pacified…"
"Old Mister Yan, you don't have to say anything. The disaster started from me. Naturally, he should make some compensation. Otherwise, it would be too disappointing.”Jing Wei's words were unquestionable. Naturally, Yan Gao didn't say anything more and only replied softly,""I understand." In his heart, he thought to himself, To pay so much attention to the hearts of the people, I'm afraid this ambition is not small!”
On this day, Yan Gao and Jing Zhi followed Jing Wei around the city. He was going to inform them of the news of the dead. Until the sun set and everyone parted ways. Jing Wei left with Jing Zhi and deliberately brushed past Yan Gao. He whispered into Yan Gao's ear,""Elder Yan, I entrust my younger brother to you for guidance. I hope that he will learn the great virtue of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faith. Don't lead me astray."
Yan Gao could not help but be shocked when he heard this, but his expression remained unchanged. It was as if he was born with the appearance of a respected scholar. As soon as he took a step forward, he immediately turned around and said loudly,"This old man will not fail my mission and nurture Young Master into a pillar of the country!”His voice was old and loud, intentionally speaking to the people around him.
Seeing this, Jing Wei could only help Yan Gao up with a smile and said,"Old mister is a great talent. I naturally believe in the younger generation. There's no need to do this." After a round of wrangling, Jing Wei held his brother's hand and stepped on the road back to " home ". It was just like when he was on the busy street, but now he was not looking around carefully. However, holding hands had already become a habit for the two of them.
Jing Wei: " You naughty brat, you want to eat it yourself, right?”
"Brother, will Pang De wake up?"”
Jing Wei: " He definitely will. After all, he is Pang De.”
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The two of them chatted, talking about things that were related to them but not to the point.
Perhaps these words were the concern of the two brothers?
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