No shortage of walls

The Empress Dowager put it away carefully. This thing is so delicious. The emperor didn't bring it here. Where is it? And the emperor said that civilization here cannot be achieved.

Civilization doesn’t understand!

But it can’t be done!

Understand! bring it here! bring it here!

Brought here!

The emperor brought potatoes, sweet potatoes, vegetable seeds, etc.

If it weren't for gods, who would have told the people in the world where these things came from.

But the drunk emperor suddenly cried. He thought of his father, Huada, and the dead people in the manor.

In his previous life, Xia Ming lived without any human feelings.

There is no family affection, no friendship, no love, everything has been lived in suspicion and calculation for too long.

Song Xing attaches great importance to love.

Although he wanted to make all the women in the harem happy, he also valued emotions. He felt guilty every time he lifted his pants. After all, his lust was controlled by his kidneys, but he knew in his heart that even once, they would all be happy.

After spending more than ten years in the manor, I felt a family affection that I had not experienced for decades in my previous life. Although it was because I was the crown prince of Prince Jing, many of the emotions went beyond Zhu Pu.

The Empress Dowager asked:"Child! What's wrong?"

Song Xing said:"I think of my father, and I think of Huada." Speaking of Huada, his mind flashed to the idea that Jin Chuan was waiting outside for the eunuch to send a message. I wrote down everything I said, and then distributed it in the newspaper. It would be okay to mention my father for ten thousand years, but it would be inappropriate to just mention Huada.

Huada is an old man. If the people suspect that the emperor only respects the old man, it will probably hurt the hearts of the soldiers at the front. Then he said:"I think of the tens of thousands of soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country ahead."

The Empress Dowager said:"My child! Your father has ascended to heaven." Although she felt very sad, she didn't want her grandson to feel sad as well, so she could only force herself to give advice.

The Empress Dowager asked:"Is it right for him to go to heaven?" The relationship between their husband and wife was so good that they missed him constantly. When I mentioned my husband, I felt very uncomfortable. If he could live to this day, it would be great to see such a wonderful son.

But she never thought that King Jing was the emperor before he died, and Song Xing might be wandering around the world.

Song Xing was really a little drunk, and suddenly felt in his heart that after being reborn as a human being, so many people respected him as a saint. I suddenly felt a little excited. As soon as he got excited, he became even more drunk. He stood up and took a few steps forward. He shouted:"Here comes the strong wine!"

The eunuch hurriedly brought a jar of strong wine. This is a regular five-pound bag and has just been opened. Song Xing held the wine and said:"Soldiers in front of you who sacrificed their lives for the Song Dynasty! Because you sacrificed your lives for the country, everything is well in the Song Dynasty! In the name of the emperor, I allow you to go to heaven as soon as possible to protect the people of the Song Dynasty! Enjoy! The people of the Song Dynasty offer incense and offerings! This is my newly made strong wine. You have not drunk it yet. Come! I will give you some wine!" After saying this, he poured the strong wine on the ground.

Then he said:"Here comes the white wine!" He took the white wine. Then he said loudly:"Heroes of the soldiers! Come! I will give you white wine!"

Then he poured another jar of sweet potato wine.

Finally, a glass of hard liquor was poured. He said:"I would like to drink a glass of wine to all the soldiers who are guarding the border for the country! You have worked hard for the sake of the millions of people of the Song Dynasty!" After that, he drank it all.

Song Xing was almost drunk. It seemed that he forgot what he said and fell asleep.

The eunuch sent the message, Jin Chuan knelt down and wrote it down, and the civil and military ministers all knelt down and kowtowed.

Suddenly the sky was filled with thunder and wind, and heavy rain came quickly.

Although Song Xing didn't know it was raining at this time, he had a premonition about it. In recent days, the southwest wind has been strong during the day and the northeast wind has been strong at night. It is a bit like strong convective weather. It will rain sooner or later.

The weather just happened to happen.

But for the civil and military ministers of the Song Dynasty. But it was a good sign. In the name of the emperor, the emperor allowed the soldiers at the front to sacrifice their lives for the country to go to heaven early, and heaven was moved by it.

The newspaper was distributed under Jin Chuan's wonderful writing. The soldiers at the front were all moved and kowtowed to the newspapers to thank them.

It cannot be said that they are ignorant, it is just that the civilization of the times is too unfamiliar to them.

His majesty, the omnipotent orthodox emperor, as he celebrates with his harem, he still remembers the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country in front of them. He also remembers the soldiers in front of him.

(As for the thunderous weather at this time, it is necessary to explain that the season related to the story has developed to the night of October 15th, and the weather is too extreme.)

This kind of extreme weather is relatively rare, but I have been living by the Lingnan Sea for so many years; The common sayings passed down by our ancestors have been slapped in the face more than once or twice.

For example, there is a legend in our country that there are no typhoons before the eighth day of April. When a typhoon comes, we are afraid of thunder. When the thunder strikes, the typhoon will disperse. There will be no typhoons after September 9.

But it was September 30, 1996, and my face hurt.……）

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In winter, the first place to snow is the Hu people, but this year there is no business, Song and Hu are dead.

The fat pigs from Yuzhou Pass came in like a flood, and there was already enough pig hair. There was no need to shave the pig hair this time. Although the toothbrush was a big seller, it was Cui Zheng’s own workshop, brewing waste, and raising pigs. It was enough, but The pork is still peeled and oiled.

Qi State imported 70,000 fat pigs. In addition to fat meat, other returned soldiers are also sold in the market. It's just that half of the fat pig was peeled off, and it was all gone. Without Donghu’s sheep, public officials would indeed have less to eat. Because the newspaper said that they have become accustomed to selling and taking care of the people.

The Northern Xia Kingdom swept away the sheep and miscellaneous grains of Xihu, and poured them into the Eastern Song Dynasty together with the miscellaneous grains and medicinal herbs of Xiyan.

But in Nanxia Kingdom, Guan Yunshan only bought 10,000 head, and they refused to buy anymore. It was still the same reason.

This year, the two summers have been fought between the north and the south for no less than fifty times, large and small. Because of the war, the two summer kingdoms of the north and the south only have cattle, not horses. It's just the same buying sheep, here in Southern Xia; it must be the same as what is written in the certificate of credence. Guan Yunshan came to collect the sheep with a copy; he even reached out to touch the sheep to see if they were fake fat? I'm sure he's not a fake fat guy with lots of hair. As long as anyone asks, Guan Yunshan will bite him to death. He already has a son. People can die, but their second-grade position must not be lost. But fat, thin, old and young are not counted in the north, and it is really hard to see; two heads count as one, or three heads count as two heads, or four heads count as three heads, it all depends on the size of the sheep; as long as you are willing to come over, it will count, and they will all be swept away. net.

Both Nan and Bei Xia realized something in their hearts. They all thought that the Song Dynasty believed that the seventh prince was the traitor who killed the king and his father! brute! Beast!