Longxi border, Shilitun.
The sunset dyed half the sky red, and the melodious sound of copper chimes echoed in the village.
"Cattle and sheep…"
The old Li Zheng's shout was accompanied by the crisp sound of a copper chime as it drifted away along the sunset.
"Lan, stop!"
"Lan, I heard that you have a surname. Quickly tell us.”
"Tsk! I think he's just a bastard. There aren't many people with the surname of Xia in Ten Mile Village, but there's no one with the surname of Xia either…"
On the roads of Twilight Village, four or five twelve or thirteen-year-old children dressed in coarse cotton clothes with their sleeves rolled up were chasing and shouting.
In front of them, a child with messy hair and also wearing coarse cotton clothes ran without saying a word.
The child was slightly younger and had a thin body. His hair was messy.
His clothes and face were stained with mud, and he looked very miserable.
Clearly, he had some unpleasant memories just now.
The children behind him couldn't help but laugh when they saw him squeeze into the herd of livestock and run forward with all his might.
"Haha…"
"Lan, be careful not to be stepped on by the horse!"
……
The golden crow gradually retreated, and the multicolored light dissipated.
There were several small courtyards in a well-arranged manner, and smoke slowly rose from the chimneys above the village.
The sounds of dogs barking and horses neighing could be heard from time to time, spreading further and further in the empty land of the northwest.
Xia Lan lowered her head and gently kicked a stone under her feet. Her tender face had a mature look that did not match her age.
"Eleven years…"
"Sigh…"
Shaking her head, Xia Lan raised her head and looked at a slightly exquisite courtyard in front of her.
This " exquisiteness " was clearly compared to the surrounding thatched cottages and fenced courtyards.
After all, his father was a soldier of the Qin army.
Shangzao was the second rank of the Great Qin's 20 ranks of military titles. Although this rank was only higher than that of a duke, one still had to serve.
As long as the title is granted by the emperor, you can get two houses of land, one acre of land, three cattle, and two slaves.
"Gululu-"
After kicking the stone in front of her far away, Xia Lan gently pushed open the door.
"You're back?"
A slightly stern voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard.
Hearing this, Xia Lan hurriedly tidied her clothes and carefully cupped her hands towards the figure in the courtyard who had his back to her.""Father."
"Call me Zhongfu!"
The figure suddenly turned around and raised his voice.
This person had a white face and a thin beard at the corner of his mouth. He looked slightly cultured, but there was a two-inch-long scar on his left cheek, which ruined his elegance.
Xia Lan's lowered face flashed with a hint of helplessness. She said weakly,""Zhongfu…"
"Yes."
"You fought with someone?"
The man slowly walked to Lan's side. Looking at his sorry state, he said in a gentle voice.
"Zhongfu, I defeated two this time!”
"I used the fists and kicks you taught me!"
Xia Lan suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with anticipation.
"But they are older than me and have more people, son…"
Thinking of the result, Xia Lan lowered her head in disappointment.
"Haha…"
"Go wash up and prepare to eat."
However, the middle-aged man didn't say much and gently rubbed his head.
"Yes!"
……
Under the dim yellow oil lamp, a family of four sat around the table and ate delicious food.
This delicacy was a type of food called millet.
The so-called " millet " referred to peeled millet, while the millet was a type of meat soup.
Millet was a kind of meat stew made from millet mixed with meat slices.
Ordinary people would rarely see this thing a few times a year.
Xia Lan's father was the only one who had received some rewards from killing enemies on the battlefield.
But to be honest, Xia Lan did not dare to compliment this kind of delicacy.
He wasn't a genuine old Qin man.
In his previous life, although his family was not considered wealthy, he could still afford three meals, two meats, white rice, and big steamed buns.
Later, when he came to the army, he ate delicacies that were rare even for the current king.
After all, in this era, cooking was nothing more than stewing, boiling, and frying. There was no seasoning like in his previous life.
Xia Lan shook her head as she looked at the steaming hot " delicacy " in front of her.
"Big brother, why aren't you eating?"
Opposite her, the little loli, who was about four or five years old, was clumsily eating the millet in front of her. Her big eyes were staring at the few pieces of fat meat in Xia Lan's bowl.
Seeing this, Xia Lan smiled and placed the few pieces of fat meat into the little girl's bowl.
"Eat."
Seeing this, the woman beside her quickly glared at the little girl."Yun 'er, return the meat to big brother!"
"Mother, it's fine."
"You know, I don't like to eat meat." Xia Lan quickly stopped him.”
Actually, it wasn't that he didn't like meat.
It was because he did not know if the meat in front of him was pork or dog meat. There was no seasoning, so he just washed and stewed it.
The fishy smell was really hard to swallow.
"You child…"
The woman shook her head and looked at Xia Lan's thin body with a helpless expression.
"Zhongfu, I'm already very familiar with the sword technique you taught me last time. I'll show you later.”
Xia Lan swallowed the millet in the bowl and said vaguely.
"Okay, let's talk after dinner."
the middle-aged man said in a low voice.
……
On the night of early summer, the jade rabbit had just risen.
Xia Lan brandished her wooden sword, her tender face sweating.
"The sword is a weapon for killing!"
"The sword technique that I taught you is a move used by the soldiers of Great Qin to kill enemies on the battlefield!”
"Attack will defeat, press forward!"
The middle-aged man said with a serious expression.
"Stab!"
"Harder!"
……
An hour later, Xia Lan sat on a tree stump in the courtyard, panting, looking up at the starry sky.
"Zhongfu, is the Qin sword heavy?"
The man beside her did not speak.
After a long time-
"The importance of the Qin sword lies in stabilizing the world…"
An Tianxia?
Xia Lan slowly sat up straight and looked sideways at the man beside her.
He didn't understand. His second father was just a small soldier of the Qin army, but he had always strictly requested him to learn clan etiquette and cultivate the elegant demeanor of a scholar.
He seemed to know a lot.
The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, driving, calligraphy and mathematics.
So far, other than being happy, he seemed to have learned everything.
This shouldn't be the case.
The few uncles in the village who were also soldiers were illiterate and full of vulgar language.
Only his father seemed more like a scholar.
"Zhongfu, I have a question in my heart.”
After thinking for a long time, Xia Lan spoke softly.
The man was speechless.
Xia Lan gently pulled out a piece of jade from her clothes and said,"
"Zhongfu, was this really left behind by my biological parents?”
"Is my surname really Xia?"
When the man heard this, he lowered his head slightly to look at Xia Lan's young and stubborn eyes. He looked at the beautiful jade on his neck again and fell into deep thought.
After a long time-
"It's getting late. Go to sleep."
With that, he turned around and left, leaving Xia Lan with a slightly melancholic back.
……
The next morning, the Golden Crow rose.
The sound of horse hooves woke up the villagers of Ten Mile Village.
"Under the orders of the king, the higher-ups, Gongshiju, Gongshiqie, and the guards of Shilitun, return to the camp immediately!”
"Under the orders of the king, the higher-ups, Gongshiju, Gongshiqie, and the guards of Shilitun, return to the camp immediately!”
……
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