Ordinary people were not allowed to go up to the top of Yintai Mountain.
The brothers in the village would only set foot on that small hill unless Lin Chuan summoned them.
Under the dusk, Lin Chuan leaned against the lonely ancient tree.
His slender palm was pressed against his lips, and in the middle of it was a rather strange long box.
The strong autumn wind lifted Lin Chuan's robe. Accompanied by Lin Chuan's breathing, a gentle and quiet melody flowed out of the small box.
This was a harmonica. In order to make it, Lin Chuan had exhausted all the craftsmen in Chang 'an.
Fortunately, the material was perfect. Compared to the flute and flute of this era, Bruce's voice had a more modern charm.
Every time the harmonica played, Lin Chuan felt like he had returned to the future.
The noise of the sirens of the busy traffic was right in front of their eyes.
Lin Chuan opened his eyes slightly.
Not far away, Cheng Yaojin's eyes were red as he knelt under a huge rock.
Smoke rose from the three incense sticks in front of him, making the tombstone look even more desolate.
Lin Chuan walked over and sat beside him.
"You cried for so long on the mountain path just now. Haven't you cried enough?”
"You're already so old, yet you don't find it embarrassing.”
Cheng Yaojin smiled.
It was even uglier than crying.
He scratched his head, a rare look of embarrassment on his face.
"It doesn't matter even if it's lost.”
At this moment, he seemed a little silly. He took out a cloth bag from his pocket.
It was a gray cloth that looked very old.
He carefully placed it in front of the tombstone.
It opened three layers inside and three layers outside.
Lin Chuan looked at the things inside and felt his nose turn sour.
Those yellowed memories and vivid faces became clear again.
It was a handful of rice.
It was unlike the rice in the future that was as clear as jade. It was mixed with a lot of bran and sand, so it did not look that good.
This was the grain bag they had used when they marched back then.
The last bit of food left after taking down Tuyuhun.
Cheng Yaojin had always regarded it as a treasure and carried it with him.
"Lin Shuai, I want to stay."
Cheng Yaojin's voice was a little hoarse. It was unknown whether it was because of the crying today or because of other reasons.
Lin Chuan opened his mouth but swallowed his words.
Looking at the names on the tombstones, he couldn't tell Cheng Yaojin to return to Chang 'an.
He could only ask softly.
"Why? You won't let me go back to Chang 'an?”
Cheng Yaojin sniffed.
He kowtowed a few times to the tombstone.
"Originally, I wanted to, but when I saw the monoliths of my brothers, I didn't want to.”
"I don't want to fight. I don't want to kill any foreign tribes. I don't want to go to Chang 'an.”
"I suddenly feel that it's good to stay here for the rest of my life.”
Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment before he suddenly smiled.
"You've become much more sensible."
"In the past, you would definitely make a scene. I'm afraid you would burn this mountain stronghold down and force me to go down the mountain.”
"If you're on the mountain, what about the 20,000 brothers underground?”
"My village can't accommodate so many people.”
Originally, the six thousand Left Martial Guards pouring into Yin Tai Mountain was already crowded enough.
If he had another 20,000, it would not be enough no matter how he expanded it.
Cheng Yaojin pondered for a long time, and his face turned red before he spat out a few words.
"Wait…wait for me to ask the supervisor and my brothers.”
Lin Chuan smiled helplessly. He knew that Cheng Yaojin didn't notice.
He did not make things difficult for him. In any case, most of these people were no longer in the imperial court.
There was no harm in staying here for a longer period of time. Moreover, he had already taken in six thousand people. Adding another twenty thousand was not a problem.
"Forget it, it's up to you."
Lin Chuan stood up and patted Cheng Yaojin's head.""Let's go."
"Wang Xiong is still waiting to settle the score with you later.”
"If I don't make you drunk tonight, my 400 brothers in the Northern Battlefront Army won't be satisfied.”
Cheng Yaojin's gloominess was swept away. He rolled up his sleeves and laughed."In these three years, I, Old Cheng, have not improved in other aspects.”
"When it comes to drinking, I've never been afraid!"
"Lin Shuai, just wait and see!"
……
……
Time flew by, and Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, and Cheng Yaojin had already been on the mountain for three days.
When the army at the foot of the mountain heard that Cheng Yaojin wanted to stay, they all clamored not to leave.
The group of people simply started to build a stronghold under the mountain stronghold.
This made Lin Chuan extremely angry. The valley at the foot of the mountain was a natural danger. With such a large group of people living here, they had directly sealed off the entrance to the village.
It was full, without any scenery or natural danger.
After being scolded by Lin Chuan, Wei Zheng pointed at the back of Yintai Mountain.
Across the Weishui River, there was a nice valley.
It could connect with Yintai Mountain and become the base camp of Yintai Mountain.
He could also station the Hidden Dragon Army and build a water stronghold, killing two birds with one stone.
Only then did Cheng Yaojin move away.
However, since that day, Wang Xiong and Cheng Yaojin had not been on good terms.
He threatened not to let Cheng Yaojin step on the mountain again.
The two of them were like fire and water. They agreed to train their troops and attack the stronghold again in the future.
Lin Chuan suddenly felt that this village was a little too lively.
Where would there be peaceful days in the future?
However, Du Ruhui liked this scene.
In his words, this mountain was still too deserted. It would be more interesting if it was lively.
As for the trivial matters in the village, he left them to Du Ruhui.
It didn't take a day to do it properly. As expected of the Minister of Revenue.
In order to treat Du Ruhui's thirst, Lin Chuan changed from giving acupuncture to Little Changle every day to giving acupuncture to both of them.
The workload had increased greatly.
However, their bodies were visibly recovering.
Every morning, Du Ruhui would run a lap around Mount Yintai.
Other than the fact that Chang Le still liked to crawl into his bed, which gave him a headache, everything was perfect.
Finally, on the morning of the fifth day, Wei Zheng proposed the idea of returning to Chang 'an.
Lin Chuan only said one sentence.
"There is still a long way to go. Be careful."
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