Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 371 The days will get better and better

Bai Mingwei's thoughts were instantly pulled back. When he saw the tender Feng Qingchen in front of him, the corners of his lips opened, but in the end he said nothing.

Feng Qingchen asked: "What are you thinking about? So absorbed in it?"

Bai Mingwei casually found an excuse to excuse himself: "I was wondering, would the deceased feel relieved when they see this scene?"

Feng Qingchen showed a meaningful expression: "I thought you were thinking of me."

Bai Mingwei turned away unnaturally: "Don't be so sentimental."

Feng Qingchen suddenly lowered his head, leaned close to Bai Mingwei's ear, and spoke the most tender words in a clear voice: "Remove the 'self-made', and only sentimentality remains."

Bai Mingwei reached out and swatted him away like a mosquito, but he grabbed his wrist.

The force was like an iron hoop, clamping down on Bai Ming and preventing him from moving.

She struggled, but to no avail.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qingchen exerted force, and Bai Mingwei was pulled towards him.

But just when Bai Mingwei was about to hit him, he stood beside Bai Mingwei and supported Bai Mingwei, preventing anything embarrassing from happening to Bai Mingwei in public.

By the time Bai Mingwei reacted, he had already dragged him to the campfire: "You are so happy, why don't you go and dance?"

Bai Mingwei looked at the bonfire in front of him. Wei Xiao and Jiang Ci were dancing around the bonfire, and their hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.

Bai Mingwei couldn't help but lift his foot, but quickly took it back.

"I don't want to jump."

At this time, several sisters-in-law were chatting and joking around Ren, little Chuanyi was playing in the mud with his friends of the same age, the soldiers and the people were singing and dancing, and everyone was expressing their inner joy to the fullest.

Only Feng Qingchen was alone and had no place to belong.

Bai Ming thought for a moment, but still stayed by Feng Qingchen's side, watching others laugh with him.

The corners of Feng Qingchen's lips were raised, but she didn't say anything.

Bai Ming opened his mouth slightly to break the silence: "Thank you very much, Shicai."

What Bai Ming was slightly grateful for was that Feng Qingchen and the other soldiers knelt down to pay homage to the martyrs.

Feng Qingchen is the regent. The actual person in charge of Western Chu, even the emperor, must treat him with respect.

The only thing that can make him kneel down is heaven and earth.

Originally, his identity was exposed by Yuan Si. Although the soldiers still chose to believe it in the end, this matter always left a shadow of doubt in the hearts of the soldiers.

Feng Qingchen's kneeling completely dispelled the suspicions of the soldiers and avoided a lot of trouble.

Bai Mingwei naturally wanted to thank him.

The little white ferret came out of Feng Qingchen's arms and looked at Bai Mingwei with contempt, as if to say: Xiao Jiujiu, you don't understand your master, right?Among the people paying homage today is your father. Master, I am kneeling down to my "future father-in-law".

Feng Qingchen stretched out his hand to push the little white ferret back and said warmly: "You're welcome."

Bai Mingwei stood side by side with him, looking up at the night sky.

The river is clear and shallow, and the stars in the sky are like chess pieces.

The night was beautiful tonight, and she wanted to describe it to Feng Qingchen, but in the end she still didn't say anything.

Because at this time, Feng Qingchen also raised his head like her. It seemed that even if she didn't say anything, Feng Qingchen could read her mind and know how beautiful the night was.

The soldiers who were left to defend Qiang City and Jing City watched and listened to the cheers coming from the distance. They stood firm at their posts and still stood on the city wall.

But that joy still infected them.

Beside the campfire, some veterans were discussing retirement.

They are the five thousand royal divisions that Bai Mingwei brought from the capital, and they are also warriors who are over fifty and still wear armor and go into battle.

Someone said: "The victory at the border is great. It would be great if we could remove our armor and return to our fields. I want to return to my hometown to spend the rest of my life."

Someone said: "Yes, when the time comes, I will take good care of a piece of farmland and plant the rice I like to eat. Do you know? When the rice matures, it will be golden, and when the sun shines on it, it will dazzle people." "

Someone also said: "You can also build a bamboo fence next to the hut and plant vegetables under the bamboo fence. My hometown is in the south, and the winter is not very cold. In this way, we can have vegetables all year round."

Everyone lamented: "Eating three meals a year is a normal life. We have really lost too much due to natural and man-made disasters in recent years."

Someone replied: "Yes, we have lost our relatives, the land we live on, and even our home. We keep losing, but we still struggle to survive."

"But when I knew something happened to the Bai family, I really felt like the sky was falling. Young people like you may not know how many good things the old prime minister has done for Dongling over the years."

"As a primary school student in Dongling, I was always bullied. When I first ascended the throne, neighboring countries stationed troops on the border one after another, trying to take the opportunity to carve up Dongling. It was the old prime minister who worked hard for several months and negotiated with many parties to calm down the storm of annihilation of the country. ."

"Then there was another flood in the south, with victims everywhere and devastation everywhere. It was the old prime minister and his officials and soldiers who took the risk to secure the embankments and rebuild our homes with us."

"I finally got through the most difficult time. After a few years of peace, the world began to be chaotic again. This time, not only tens of thousands of Dongling young people were taken away, but also the children and grandchildren of the old man." As he said, The veteran looked at Bai Mingwei with red eyes: "Fortunately, there are successors to the Bai family."

Several people couldn't help but burst into tears as they spoke.

If a person is seeking fame and reputation, he will only deceive some people.

But if a person really makes an indelible contribution, then everyone will remember him.

Bai Weiyong's decades of hard work are enough for every common person in Dongling to remember his goodness.

At the end of the sentence, the group poured a glass of water into the cup: "Peace!"

Several veterans looked at each other and smiled: "Here's to this hard-won peace!"

As the night progressed, those celebrating the victory began to feel tired.

Seeing the dotted lights in the sky disappear one by one, the burning firewood slowly turned into charcoal.

Bai Mingwei knew that it was time to go home.

She stood in the crowd and gave a solemn military salute to everyone: "Thank you all for coming to see the martyrs today. I would like to say thank you to everyone on behalf of the deceased."

"Seeing as it's getting late, let's go back as soon as possible. Go back and have a good sleep, recuperate your energy, and welcome every peaceful day in the future."

"And I and the soldiers will also help you rebuild your homes and help your lives return to normal as soon as possible."

The people bowed down one after another: "Thank you Miss Bai, thank you all the soldiers!"

So, whether it was a farewell or a celebration, it all ended with the arrival of late night.

Children and grandchildren supported the old man, parents held the young children, and the people of the two cities embarked on their way home.

At this time, someone sang a song and returned home in a happy mood. Someone immediately echoed, and the songs gradually became one and resounded in the endless mountains and fields.

"Carrying the toads and carrying the oak trees tills the land."

"Thousands of people are plowing the fields, and they are digging into the fields."

"The lord is the lord of the lord, the lord is the lord, the lord is the lord, the lord is the lord, the lord is the lord, the lord is the lord."

"There is a man who is angry with his wife, a man who is fond of his wife, and a man who is dependent on him."

"If you have a little knowledge of the grassland, you can plant it in the southern acres and sow it in hundreds of valleys."

"The real letter is lively, the post post is the best."

"There are those who are tired of their outstanding figures, those who are tired of their seedlings, and those who are tired of their continuous growth."

"There is a lot of harvest, and there is a real accumulation, trillions and zi."

"For wine and sweet wine, it is not appropriate to give gifts to ancestors and descendants."

"There is the fragrance of 飶, which is the light of the country. There is the fragrance of pepper, and the peace of Hu Kao is there."

"Bandits are here and there, bandits are here and now, and the past is as strong as today."

……

This song is beautiful because the people sang it with joy.

Some children asked in confusion: "Grandpa, isn't this the song that is sung when new grains are sacrificed to the ancestral temple after the autumn harvest? Why do everyone sing it at this time?"

The old man looked back, looking at the tombs standing solemnly on the mountains and fields, and at the armored figures standing like mountains.

He kindly told his grandson: "The days of peace have arrived, can the harvest be far behind?"

Yes.

They were free and no longer had to live fearfully under the oppression of foreigners. They could hold their heads high and think about their livelihood.

They were free and no longer had to live a precarious life, nor did they have to worry about their bodies being separated at any time.

They are free. Although their lives are difficult, as long as they no longer suffer from the war and work hard, their lives will always get better and better.

Thinking of this, the old man sang in a hoarse voice: "The bandits are here and there, the bandits are here and now, and they are as strong as the past..."

They will definitely have a good harvest, and they will be in a harmonious and peaceful situation every year.

And their children and grandchildren will also grow up in peace.

May their suffering end with the war.

May the prosperous age they are looking forward to begin from this moment.

The future is expected.

(End of this chapter)