Under the setting sun, under a big tree at the intersection of the small mountain village, a thin young man was sitting on a stone slab.
He held a long Qin sword tightly with both hands, but his eyes were staring at the intersection in the distance, lost in thought.
This youth looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. He had a very tender face, but his eyes were very deep, as if they were filled with endless stories.
His name was Qin Yifeng. He had transmigrated due to a traffic accident and returned to the Warring States Period 2,000 years ago.
At this time, the Qin Country had yet to unify the world, and the seven countries were in chaos.
"Yi Feng, my condolences. Your father is no longer around, and your mother and sister still need you to support them in the future.”
Yi Feng was Qin Yifeng's current name.
It had been more than two months since he came to this world, and he had slowly gotten used to this name and identity.
"Yes!"
When he saw the elder in the village comforting him, he couldn't help but raise his head and nod at the elder with a determined expression.
There were only four people in his family, his parents and his sister. His mother had always been in poor health and could not do any heavy work.
His sister was only eleven years old this year, and her body was very thin, let alone doing any heavy work.
Previously, when his father was around, their family lived quite well.
His father had also made many contributions in the army over the years and had obtained a lot of fertile land and various other rewards.
Ever since Shang Yang's reform, Qin implemented the military merit system, and the rewards for soldiers were very generous.
Of course, the prerequisite was that they could make contributions on the battlefield.
Therefore, Yi Feng's family relied on his father's military pay and rewards from his military exploits to support themselves.
However, today, a group of soldiers came to their village and brought back his father's Qin sword, some relics, and a pension from the army. They told him that his father had died in battle.
This bad news was hard for their family to accept.
His mother was especially sad when she heard the news.
Even though Yi Feng had only met his father once, he had also accepted his father from the depths of his heart.
"Feng 'er, wait for your father to make more contributions on the battlefield and receive more rewards. Then, I'll find you a good marriage!”
"Feng 'er, when I retire, I'll pass this Qin sword to you!”
"This Qin sword is no ordinary Qin sword. It was given to me by the general after your father rendered meritorious service on the battlefield.”
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When his father came back to visit his family last month, these words still lingered in his mind.
He could still clearly remember his father's look of anticipation and high spirits when he said those words.
However, he didn't expect that his father would receive such grievous news not long after he returned to the army.
Yi Feng looked at the long Qin sword in his hand and his heart couldn't help but ache.
"Big brother, I knew you would be here.”
At this moment, a crisp voice sounded in his ear.
He turned around and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old girl standing behind him.
The little girl was very thin and the clothes on her body were very loose. It did not match her figure at all, and it was covered with patches.
Her long black hair hung down like a waterfall, and she had a tender and beautiful face. Her bright eyes were especially clear and pure, spotless.
She was definitely a beauty.
She was Yi Feng's younger sister, Yi Baixue.
However, this Yi Baixue was not his biological sister, but his mother had picked her up at the door of his house.
At that time, it was snowing heavily. Yi Feng's mother couldn't bear to see a baby freeze to death, so she carried him back and named him White Snow.
This process lasted for eleven years.
However, although Yi Baixue was young, she was very obedient and sensible. She often helped with some housework at home.
After Yi Feng and Yi Baixue got along during this period of time, he already treated Yi Baixue as his own younger sister.
Yi Baixue saw that Yi Feng was not at home and was a little worried about him, so she came here.
Ever since Yi Feng came back from picking herbs two months ago, he often liked to come to the village entrance alone and sit under the tree in a daze.
"Big brother, is father really not coming back?”
Yi Baixue sat down beside Yi Feng. After a moment of silence, she spoke again.
"Yes, father went to a very, very far place.”
"However, in the future, with big brother around, big brother will take on the responsibility of supporting this family.”
Yi Feng turned his head and patted Yi Baixue's head. He looked at Yi Baixue whose eyes were red and said softly.
Now that his father had died in battle, he was the only man left in the family. Moreover, he was already fourteen years old this year. He was not young anymore. It was time for him to shoulder the responsibilities that he should have.
"Let's go home. Don't leave Mother alone at home.”
As Yi Feng spoke, he stood up and patted the dirt off his body. Then, he pulled Yi Baixue up and walked towards the village.
Soon, Yi Feng pulled Yi Baixue to a wooden house.
Although this wooden house was a little old, it was not small.
The courtyard in front of the wooden house was fenced with bamboo fences. Some wild vegetables picked from the back of the mountain were dried in the courtyard.
This was Yi Feng's current home. Even though it wasn't rich, it was barely enough to not starve.
To be honest, in this era where food production was low, many people were often hungry and cold. Every year, many people starved to death or froze to death.
Some families were so poor that they could only sell their children.
Boys were easy to sell, but girls could only be sold to noble houses as maids or concubines when they were older. If they were younger, no one would be willing to raise them.
Yi Baixue was abandoned at birth because her family couldn't afford to raise her.
It was also because Yi Feng's mother was kind-hearted, plus the family could barely raise another one, that she adopted Yi Baixue.
However, now that his father had died in battle, their family's source of income was completely cut off.
The few acres of land that his father had obtained from his military exploits could not support the three of them at all, and the compensation for his father's death in battle could not last long.
Therefore, he had to think of a way to earn some income. Otherwise, it would not be long before he could not make a living.
Yi Feng pondered as he pulled Yi Baixue into the house.
"Feng 'er, Xue' er, you're back. You must be hungry. Mother will cook for you.”
The moment Yi Feng entered the room, a middle-aged woman sitting in the hall wiped the tears off her face. After which, she stood up and spoke to Yi Feng.
The middle-aged woman was also very thin and looked haggard.
He was not even forty years old, but his hair was already beginning to turn white. His face was full of wrinkles, and his face was sallow with a hint of weakness.
She was Yi Feng's mother.
"Mother, take a rest and let Feng 'er cook.”
Yi Feng hurriedly pulled his mother and said.
He had called her mother willingly.
During these two months, he could clearly feel the motherly love of this woman.
If there was anything good to eat or wear, this woman would not bear to eat or wear. The first person she thought of was him.
"Mother, Father is no longer around. Feng 'er is the only man in this family. In the future, this family will be handed over to Feng' er. Feng 'er will definitely let you and Younger Sister live a good life.”
Yi Feng then looked at his mother with a solemn expression and said.
This was his promise to his mother and sister.
"Yes, my Feng 'er has grown up."
After Yi Feng's mother heard Yi Feng's words, she nodded her head with a gratified expression. As she spoke, her eyes involuntarily became moist once again.
Yi Feng comforted his mother a few more times before turning around and entering the kitchen.
"Big brother, let me help you."
Yi Baixue shouted from behind and chased after him.
Then, the two of them got busy in the kitchen.
Soon, a simple dinner was prepared.
Although the dinner was simple and plain, it was very warm and filled with the taste of home.
After dinner, Yi Feng lay in bed, tossing and turning as he thought about his future.
Now that his father had died in battle, his family had lost their only economic pillar. As the only man in the family, he should also consider his own life.
In fact, in the two months he had been here, he had often fantasized about his future countless times.
He even had his own plans in his heart.
When he found out that this was the Qin State during the Warring States Period, and that the current King of Qin was Ying Zheng, he planned to join the army when he turned seventeen.
This era was filled with chaos. To many people, this was the worst era.
However, heroes were born in troubled times. For those who had ambition and ability, this was also the best era for them to display their ambitions and talents.
Especially after the Qin country implemented the military merit system, for many of the Qin country's commoners, it might not be an opportunity.
In Yi Feng's heart, his two favorite historical figures were both from the State of Qin.
One of them was Ying Zheng, the one emperor in history, and the other was Bai Qi, the God of Killing who had never lost a battle in his life.
He had never thought that he would be able to return to the State of Qin two thousand years ago, when Ying Zheng was still in power.
If he had the chance, he would naturally want to personally go to Xianyang to witness the glory of the one emperor in history.
More importantly, Qin had yet to destroy the six states. He also wanted to be part of the history of Qin destroying the six states.
Since the heavens allowed him to be reborn, he was not willing to just be a spectator.
No one was born to be mediocre. Who would want to be ordinary if they could be brilliant?
Therefore, he planned to join the army and make a name for himself on the battlefield.
He wanted to imitate his idol, Baiqi.
In his previous life, every time he read about Baiqi's history, his heart would be filled with excitement.
Baiqi had spent his entire life on the battlefield, and he had been on the battlefield for several decades. He had experienced countless battles of all sizes, but he had never lost a single battle. He had killed countless enemies, causing the six dynasties to tremble in fear. His name was illustrious, and he was extremely awe-inspiring.
It could be said that Bai Qi's life was a legend.
Even Ying Zheng had once lamented that if he could get Baiqi, the time it would take for the Qin State to unify the six states would be greatly shortened.
The most difficult thing for him to calm down was the death of Qin II. Therefore, in his previous life, whenever he read the ending of Qin II's death, there would always be infinite regret and indignation in his heart.
He had fantasized about changing Great Qin's fate countless times, and now that he had transmigrated to Great Qin, he wanted to try even more.
Yi Feng thought about this in his heart, then slowly entered dreamland.
In his dream, he dreamed that he was invincible on the battlefield. He dreamed that he had met the one emperor in history...
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