Si Shui County, Huai Yin County…
Although Huaiyin was not the seat of Sishui County, it was an important town for water transport and salt transportation because it was located on the main road of water transportation.
Therefore, Huaiyin's trade had been flourishing since ancient times. The pavilions on both sides of the road were filled with prosperity.
However, there were also a few dilapidated old houses in the outskirts of Huaiyin City. One of the old houses had a collapsed roof. Once it rained, it would become a swamp.
The old house was very simple. Other than a tattered stove made of mud, there was only a wooden table and a black wooden table.
A middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties was sitting in front of a decayed wooden window, sewing.
Next to the black wooden table, a little boy of about twelve or three years old was holding a bamboo scroll that was covered in cracks. He was reading it with a focused expression.
On the wooden table, besides a wooden board covered with crooked words, there was also an inkstone made of wood. There was black ink in it, which had long been stuck together.
After a while, the young man seemed to have finished reading. Then, he walked to the middle-aged woman with the bamboo slip and said,"Mother, your son has memorized it."
The middle-aged woman's face was very pale. She gently put down the needle and thread in her hand and smiled."Then recite it for Mother."
The young man handed the tattered military strategy bamboo slip to his mother and then began to read aloud.
The young man memorized it thoroughly and fluently.
The smile on the middle-aged woman's face became even brighter when she heard that. She looked at her son with great relief.
But soon, the young man's recitation gradually slowed down.
The middle-aged woman's expression became more and more unsightly. Soon, she let out a violent cough.
"Mother, I know I was wrong. Please don't be angry.”
The young man was flustered like a frightened rabbit.
Obviously, this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation.
The middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with endless sorrow. She removed her hand that was covering her mouth, and her palm was covered in blood.
"Give me your hand."
The middle-aged woman clenched her fists tightly, not wanting her son to see blood.
The young man's expression changed and revealed a look of fear. However, he still chose to listen to his mother's words and stretched out his trembling white hand.
Pa! Pa!
The middle-aged woman picked up a long wooden board from the window and hit her son's palm a few times.
"Ah! Ah!"
"Woo! Wuuu!"
The young man first screamed in pain, then started to cry.
When the middle-aged woman saw this, she was disappointed and her heart ached for her son.
She knew that she did not have long to live and could not take care of her son forever, so she could only harden her heart and force him to recognize the cruelty of life.
If he didn't learn how to read and write, if he didn't study military tactics, how could he inherit his father's will and restore the Han family when he grew up?
This military strategy was passed down from the ancestors of the Han family. She was about to die. She only hoped that before she died, her son would be able to firmly imprint the Han family's military strategy in his mind. That way, even after she died, she would be able to live up to her husband and the ancestors of the Han family.
Hearing her son's cries, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Xin 'er, I can't take care of you forever. You must study the Han Clan's military strategy diligently. Only when you grow up will you have a chance to restore the glory of your ancestors.”
"Mother couldn't bear to hit you either, but she really had no choice.”
"Cough…cough…cough!"
After saying that, the woman coughed violently again.
The young Han Xin was about to speak.
However, she suddenly felt her face heat up. Her mother spat out blood and fell to the ground with her head back.
Han Xin was scared silly by this scene. He couldn't care less about wiping the blood on his face. He quickly ran over and shook his mother's body, crying,"Mother, what's wrong?"
Unfortunately, the middle-aged woman seemed to be in a state of anxiety. Coupled with the fact that she had been seriously ill for many years, she had long been terminally ill. She had endured for many years and finally passed away.
The 13-year-old Han Xin was not an ignorant child. Due to his poor family background, he had started helping his mother with housework very early on. He went out to do odd jobs to earn some money to help his mother support the family.
Before her mother's illness was so serious, she worked hard day and night. The money she earned was used to sign up for her own private school.
Although he had worked very hard, it was still difficult to reverse his bad luck.
After his mother became seriously ill, he could no longer afford to go to school. He could only go to school to do cleaning work, working while secretly learning.
Perhaps the teacher saw that he was very hardworking, so not only did he not mind that he was secretly learning, but he even took the time to give him some pointers.
Many times, Han Xin would subconsciously think that if his mother had not refused to seek medical treatment and medicine to support his education, but had used the money to nurse his body, he would not have come to this, right?
Han Xin did not understand. Was studying really that important?
Looking at his mother's body that had lost consciousness and gradually lost its warmth, Han Xin's tears flowed uncontrollably, but no one gave him an answer.
He looked at the dilapidated house with only four walls and then looked at his mother's body. It was sad that he could not even take out the money to bury his mother.
Why did those rich and powerful people have the luxury to live in luxury?
Why was it that the poor did not have the next meal after eating this meal, worrying about tomorrow today, and worrying about tomorrow again tomorrow?
Han Xin was filled with anger, but he knew that there was nothing he could do to change the world.
She cried for a long time until her throat was hoarse and her tears were dry.
Han Xin stood up in fear. His mother's body was already cold and had lost all warmth.
He knew that his mother would never come back. In the future, he could only rely on himself and struggle to survive in this cruel and cold world.
Walking to the wooden table, Han Xin stirred the dried black ink with his fingers, then used the remaining black ink on his fingers to write on the wide wooden board.
Selling the house and burying his mother, these four words were quickly written by him.
Then, he glanced at his mother lying on the ground. After spending a lot of effort, he finally placed his mother's body on the old wooden couch.
After tidying up his mother's face, he hugged the wooden board and ran out sadly.
Arriving at the center of the bustling county town, Han Xin felt extremely lonely as he looked at the people coming and going.
It was as if he was isolated from the world and never belonged here.
He saw the rich bringing their children, wearing brocade clothes and eating jade food.
They were both born into this world, but why was his fate so tragic?
He found a place with a large crowd, then knelt down and placed the wooden board in front of him.
There was an endless stream of people, but no one cared.
After an unknown period of time, the crowd changed batch after batch.
Although some people came over to ask, when they heard that their house was in Eastern Jiujiang and that it was a dilapidated house that could collapse at any time, they all shook their heads and left.
Han Xin felt that his legs were numb from kneeling, and he had lost all feeling.
However, he still gritted his teeth and persevered. He only hoped that his mother could be buried in peace. He hoped that she would not suffer this kind of pain in her next life and could live a better life.
Just as Han Xin was lost in his thoughts, a luxurious car stopped.
A group of soldiers dressed in black armor, riding tall horses, separated the crowd of onlookers.
In the luxurious carriage, Zhao Xi slowly walked in, bowed to Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the carriage and reading the memorials, and said,""Your Majesty, that young man has been found.”
"Yes!"
Ying Zheng put down the memorial, his eyes shining with a strange light.
He wasn't Liu Bang, so he didn't need to be afraid of a genius.
Han Xin's name was so famous that the history books were not stingy with his praise for his military talent.
Xiang Yu was good at fighting and had never been defeated. In the end, he still fell at the hands of this talented young man.
If I get Han Xin, it will be no less than if Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty gets Huo Qubing!
If it was really as the history books said, if Liu Bang had not killed Han Xin back then, would there still be the siege of Bai Deng?
If Han Xin had led the army instead of Liu Bang, would the Han Dynasty still have a century of humiliation?
Good steel should be used on the blade. If Han Xin was trained well, Meng Tian would be able to replace Wang Jian in the future.
Whether or not the Great Qin's cavalry could gallop across the grasslands in the future would depend on whether Han Xin was as talented as recorded in the history books and could not defeat the Divine Soldier.
I look forward to that day…
Some people might say that if they interfered with Han Xin's growth so early, wouldn't it ruin this Weapon Immortal?
Since Han Xin could become a self-taught talent even in the "wild" state, then if he was given the best material conditions so that he did not have to worry about his life and studied hard, would it destroy him if he was given better guidance?
Ying Zheng believed that as long as Han Xin's potential and talent could be brought out better, his achievements should be even higher!
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