Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 158 Young General: It's getting late, and the mountains and rivers are already winter

She slowly closed her eyes, as if her mind had returned, and she put on a nonchalant and empty smile, like the first flower that suddenly bloomed in the wilderness and turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

“I am afraid that I am not a beautiful jade, so I dare not work hard to polish myself. But I also half believe that I am a beautiful jade, so I am unwilling to be mediocre and live with rubble.

So I gradually withdrew from the mundane world and distanced myself from the world. As a result, I allowed my resentment and shame to grow, which gradually fueled my timid self-esteem.

In fact, I don’t have any lofty ambitions. I just have the despicable fear of exposing my own lack of talent and the shameless laziness of not wanting to work hard. "

"In fact, I don't have a clear mind. I am just like this. I have some self-knowledge and know that I will probably be useless in this life, so I want to marry a few beautiful wives and concubines. I can live a happy and carefree life. But it is unfair to the girl to marry someone like me who is not worthy and honest."

Shu Yijin said this, but his eyes were exceptionally clear, which was completely different from his words and actions.

Chun Heming looked at him and stopped talking.

He had always been good at judging people. Perhaps this young marquis had some unavoidable reasons for becoming such a dissolute and frivolous person today. However, he really couldn't figure it out. As the only son of the marquisate, he should have done everything to bring honor to the family. However, no one cared about his dissolute and frivolous character and his father was extremely spoiled.

No matter how hard Chun Heming tried, he could not imagine that the young marquis in front of him was a girl.

He just felt a little sorry for this man, as if his jade pearl was covered in dust. Looking at the hazy moonlight, he felt that his literary poet disease was starting to come back again.

"I just think it's a pity." Chun Heming suddenly said.

Shu Yijin smiled. What a pity? She didn't know. She had been pretending for so long that she had forgotten what she really wanted.

I still remember when I was a child, I would lie casually in my father’s arms, feeling very at ease. No matter how big the problem was, I would have those hands to protect me.

At that time, I was only thinking that the osmanthus lotus seed cake tonight was delicious, that the new maidservant had a darker skin but spoke very interestingly, and that my mother's new rouge was so beautiful that I had to secretly take it out to take a look at it tomorrow.

Perhaps it was because she was too carefree, with everything within her reach, that she thought things would continue like this, until her brother fell into a pond and drowned, and her father was killed by a tiger while hunting due to a mistake made by the errand boy.

She was stripped of her original name, turned into a brother, turned into Shu Yijin, to atone forever.

If she hadn't been so playful, her brother wouldn't have fallen into the pond. Even if her mother didn't blame her, she still couldn't forgive herself after so many years. She always carried the condemnation of her conscience. No matter what the final outcome was, she would accept it.

What was Chang Qing thinking? To be honest, she had been alone for a long time, and she became less and less interested in many things. None of the lights in the world were reserved for her, and none of the hurried passers-by had anything to do with her.

All the concerns in this world, even the people in all the small worlds she has visited, are just passers-by to her. Those emotions do not belong to her, but to the original owners.

Just thinking about it, an absurd idea suddenly popped up in Changqing's mind. He always felt that there should be a chattering person around him, even if it was just nonsense, it would be nice.

It was probably someone who was very familiar to me, who had left traces in the past that I had unintentionally forgotten, and which made me suddenly think of him at this moment.

After Chang Qing handed over the task of dealing with the plague to Chun Heyang, after several days of walking, the spread of the plague began to stabilize.

"Master Xu is here."

Chang Qing was walking in the streets and alleys. People passing by supported each other and greeted her, their faces full of hope for a new life in the future. Chang Qing did not put on airs and spoke to them very familiarly.

"Uncle Wang, how is your grandson?"

"Thanks to your kindness, sir, I feel much better after taking the medicine." Uncle Wang said with tears in his eyes. He tremblingly handed the crutch in his hand to the person next to him and slowly knelt on the ground.

"I kowtow to you, sir. Your kindness will be unforgettable to us, the Wang family. From now on, as long as you say a word, we will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"I'm just doing my job. There's no need to show such great courtesy. Uncle Wang, you've just recovered some energy. Please don't make a fuss." Chang Qing was shocked by his behavior and reached out to stop Uncle Wang. However, Uncle Wang was a stubborn person and insisted on bowing his head to the end.

"My Lord."

Uncle Wang shook his head with tears in his eyes and said sadly, "We have hundreds of officials in Wancheng, but what did they do? They just carried people with plague and left them here to die. Who would personally boil medicine and distribute porridge regardless of the risk of their own lives?"

As Uncle Wang knelt down, other people also knelt down and cried silently. They couldn't tell the feeling in their hearts. They had lost trust in the court a long time ago. When the young man first arrived, they were full of doubts and disgust, thinking that it was another hypocritical official. Who would have thought that the young man told them clearly that he would not abandon anyone.

He fought bravely on the battlefield, guarded the borders, and protected the safety of all the people in the country. In the temple, he came alone in fine clothes and on a fast horse, and saved them from death.

Some people called him "Sir", while others called him "General". Although the voices were different, the tone was the same.

Chang Qing looked at the white-haired old man with twilight years on his face, at the pale-faced woman holding the child with her gray hair wrapped in a headscarf, at the child with a rotten face, and at the simple and rough man kneeling down.

"I want to be a general's soldier in the future."

The ignorant and naive child looked up at the boy with his little face. His pure eyes showed that he understood nothing, but he found resonance in his chest in the voices of his parents and relatives.

The child looked at the young general who was admired by the neighbors. The midsummer sunlight fell on him like a rainstorm, and all around him were the sounds of various insects coming from the fields. He slowly walked in front of him, and a white jade hand stretched out from under his slightly raised sleeves. The fingers as white as snow gently touched his head.

The young man's voice came from above: "Why do you want to be my soldier and not my general?"

These hands were so beautiful that the child could not forget this scene even many years later. He often imagined the scene of the general holding the sharp and cold sword on the battlefield, with blood splashing out and falling under the setting sun.

He had long forgotten his answer at that time, but he only remembered that when he was a child, someone asked him why he didn't want to be a general. Now that he has become a general, he can't remember it at all. But now his clear answer is: "But I just want to follow the general and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and defend my country."

Chang Qing listened to the child's answer and smiled softly.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. Eat more and gain more strength, so that you can kill more enemies on the battlefield in the future. But what you should do now is to help your mother wipe away her tears."

"In fact, there is nothing good about going to the battlefield to kill the enemy. It is often accompanied by death and killing, and there is even a possibility that you will never come back. You should stay with your loved ones."

Shu Yi Jin was slightly startled, as if it was both expected and unexpected. If a military general wanted to climb to a higher position, he basically had to rely on military merit, and the fastest way to obtain military merit was from the battlefield. Perhaps only this man had achieved the achievements that many generals envied at such a young age. Perhaps this was why he, like the common people, sincerely hoped that there would be no war.

Just ask those princes, who wouldn’t want to fight in one or two wars so that he can deploy his own men into the army so that he can take control of the military power and stand taller.

The big man with a black hat in the crowd was holding the steamed buns that had just been distributed, still warm from the oven. He looked over there with sharp eyes and patiently instructed the people to throw away the clothes that needed to be thrown away or boil them in boiling water.

He took big bites of the steamed bun, his cheeks moving constantly and making smacking sounds, then strode over to the porridge distribution area and lined up.

When it was his turn, the person distributing porridge saw that he was big and was about to leave, so he stopped him and gave him some more porridge.

Seeing his puzzled look, he said, "Today we have a lot of porridge. The general asked people to prepare more. If you are not full, come back for more. Remember to come and get rice later. You will cook for yourselves at home in the future."

When the people nearby heard this, there was a commotion. After they realized that the rice was paid by the Fifth Princess, they kept talking about this princess whom they had never met before, saying that they wanted to set up an immortality tablet for the two of them.

The big man picked up the bowl, gulped down the whole thing, and even licked the bottom of the bowl. Then he squinted his eyes comfortably and walked slowly towards the west end of the village. He would lend a hand to the people who were moving things as he passed by.

"Hey, Li Dahua, where are you going?"

The big man said slowly, "I want to go to the mountain to see if there are any pheasants or rabbits, and then kill some for everyone to taste."

"Okay, be careful."

"Yes, this wood is too heavy. Why don't you ask your son to carry it?" Li Dahua said as he carried the wood on his shoulders and walked towards the old man's house with great vigor as if he had nothing in his hands.

"It's just that Master Chun recently asked someone to help with statistics or something, and my son used to study in a wealthy family, so he went to help. The pillars of the toilet in the family are rotten, and it was collapsed by the hail a few days ago, so he wanted to dig a new pit."

Li Dahua made an "oh" sound and occasionally said a few words. Then he threw the wood into the yard, blew a whistle in his mouth and went to relieve himself behind a tree.

"Brother Li."

A voice sounded, and Li Dahua quickly pulled up his pants. When he came out from behind the tree, he saw a girl looking for him. She said helplessly, "Here, what's wrong?"

"I heard from Daddy that you were going into the mountains to hunt. I just happened to want to go in and pick some wild vegetables. Let's go together."

Li Dahua is not from the village. I heard that he was a hunter from Jiusaigou who came to the city to sell skins. Unexpectedly, he was infected with the plague and was thrown here.

After he came, he was very capable and quick-handed, and was very warm-hearted. He could talk to anyone, young or old, male or female. When they knew he was still unmarried, he suddenly became the ideal partner for many girls.

The girls in the village mainly look for husbands who are strong and capable of working. In addition, Li Dahua has a calm and enthusiastic personality, and is a hunter, so she cannot do without oily meals and meat on a daily basis. As for whether she is good-looking, as long as she is not so ugly that people cannot eat, it's fine.

"It's getting late today, and it's not very safe in the mountains. You can go again in a few days. You can ask me to come with you then."

Li Dahua decisively rejected the girl, and then went into the mountains alone. He turned around in the forest and soon found a hidden path. He followed the path to a river that was shrouded in fog all year round. He pulled out a small boat from under a huge rock and sat on it.

"The Third Master is back."

When the bored bandits saw him, they all stood up. Some of them even bent over to sharpen their knives on grindstones. The rustling sound disturbed the entire forest.

Li Dahua kicked the bandit who was squatting on the ground and drawing girls with a stick, and said, "Can't you see me? Girls are the only thing on your mind all day long."

The bandit got up, smiled foolishly and scratched his head.

"Of course I didn't see the Third Master, but no one can go down the mountain these days, and I'm almost suffocating. I can only use a stick to gesture to relieve my boredom."

Then he said, "Third boss, did you come back this time to see if that Xu guy has made any moves? He's just a young boy who's still wet behind the ears. He's so amazing that I can send him to reincarnation with one strike of my sword."

"That guy is not as simple as you think." Li Dahua thought of what he had seen these days and sneered, "Not to mention that he has the invincible Xu family army around him, just talking about him, at this age, he can make the enemy tremble in fear. How can you be his opponent?"

"By the way, where are the eldest and second brothers?"

"Someone was sent over there. The first and second in command went down the mountain. They didn't say anything specific."

Li Dahua cursed, and one could tell with one's toes that it was Li Chengzai who cursed. They worked so hard to help his master, but when they met a tough guy, they seemed to not want to bother with them.

He had never seen that master. Not only him, but no one in the mountain stronghold, except the big boss, had ever seen the person behind Li Zhifu. They only knew that the man was of noble status and had an extraordinary background.

"Obviously, I can do a good job, but I don't know what big brother is thinking. He insists on joining the court. Xu Jinhuan has been asking the people around him about the situation these days. He may be preparing to take action." Li Dahua thought of the young man with a complicated expression. To be honest, he admired the young general from the bottom of his heart, but it was a pity that they were enemies.