Tibetan Sea Pearl

The bright moon casts a clear glow, illuminating the hillside full of dead bodies.

Kaitai held the mooncake that Nansong brought along from Lu's Liyuan in his hand, and broke open half of it, "Brother Nansong, you can eat too."

Nan Song shook his head, "I've eaten it." Picking up Kai Tai's sheep whip on the ground, he played with it.

"You can also play with whips." Kaitai grinned, rewrapped half a mooncake, and carefully put it in his arms, "Brother Nansong, if you don't want to eat it, then I'll take it back and give it to my mother. I haven't eaten it yet."

He was sitting on a rock, biting mooncakes, watching people playing with the whip, and suddenly thought of something, and asked Nan Song, "Do you have a mother?"

This question is asking, who was not born by a mother, maybe it jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.

"It used to be, but now it doesn't. I don't even know who my mother is or what she looks like." Nan Song didn't want to answer his question, feeling very helpless.

He is an orphan.

"A child without a mother is very pitiful," Kaitai said.

Nan Song didn't want to hear such words, but he still had to respond, "It's enough for me to have a son."

Son.

Kaitai turned his head to look at the young master who was turning over the corpse on the hillside, his moon-white sleeve robe was blown flutteringly by the night wind, and his face was as bright as the moonlight.

At this moment, there is no fire in the valley, no sharp arrows flying all over the sky, and no terrifying sledgehammer. The valley is very quiet, and there are a few skinny night birds sucking the corpse with their long beaks.

People don't have anything to eat these days, let alone animals.

"Go, go, go." Lin Cheng used a stick to disperse the night birds who were fighting for the corpse.

"Brother Hua, come and take a look." He turned the face of a dead Meng soldier.

Huajing couldn't bear to look directly at him. It was his first time on the battlefield. In this kind of place, although the corpses were not decomposed, after a long time, there was an inexplicable smell. He covered his mouth and nose with a folding fan. So many people died. People, it's not enough to scare civil officials like Huajing into madness.

He could see clearly that the dead included his own people as well as Mongolian soldiers, but after a rough look, the Mongolian soldiers accounted for more than [-]%, so it was a great victory.

"It's the first time I've come to this kind of place. If you let me see it, I can't see anything." Hua Jing's face was embarrassing.

Lin Cheng nodded, "Forget that you are a civil servant."

"Did you find anything wrong?" Hua Jing asked.

Lin Cheng looked at Huajing, "Kaitai has already said what happened. The two armies were at war, and the Mongolian soldiers fought with our army. They were killed and wounded. That's true. Look at these cuts."

Huajing covered her mouth and nose and took a step forward to see those Mongolian soldiers who seemed to be asleep.

Lin Cheng had already rolled up his sleeves to reveal his clean and slender arms, holding the head of another Mongolian soldier, and inspecting the wound bit by bit.

"But this blade is different."

Huajing frowned, didn't like to watch this kind of scene, and asked bluntly, "What's different."

"This Mongolian soldier committed suicide." Lin Cheng said, "He used a weapon different from ours."

Only then did Huajing look over and examine, Lin Cheng writhed his hands in the naked flesh and blood. In order to show him better, Huajing hurriedly covered his eyes with a fan to cover his sight, "This is a bit strange, obviously occupying After gaining the upper hand, our side called for gold to withdraw our troops again, isn't this a sign of death?"

Lin Cheng said, "It's indeed death."

This is a war, life and death, life and death, who would be willing to die like this?

Huajing also found it intriguing, "I even gave the other party a credit for nothing. It was a great victory."

Lin Cheng was still looking for other corpses, and he got a general idea, "Because this was intentional, with heavy casualties intentionally, and intentionally reversed the situation. The two sides seemed to have agreed in advance, just to give us a chance for a big victory. "

Hua Jing seemed to understand, he covered his mouth and nose and walked away, muttering, "It's strange, it's strange, strange things happen every year, especially this year."

The night was deep, and after returning from the small hillside, the lights around Kaiyin County had already been extinguished.

Huajing and Lin Cheng sent Kaitai home first, and then returned to the county government.

Because I went to bed late the first night, and early the next morning, I was almost in a dream. The sky was bright, and the sound of cars and horses gradually sounded on the street, and more people were walking on the road.

The county government is facing the street, and Huajing lives in the courtyard behind the county government office. It is very close. You can walk through the gate for a month to reach the front government office. Last night, Lin Chengcheng borrowed here to live.

"Where is Mr. Hua?" Lin Cheng got up and asked Nansong.

Nan Song replied, "I got up early and went to the front office to go to the office."

The sun shines into the room through the window sill, and it is very warm. Lin Cheng's mind is also cleared up, and he got out of bed, "Yes, he still has business."

Nan Song brought water to wash him up, and Lin Cheng motioned for him to come by himself. The rare leisure and comfort allowed him to enjoy this early autumn morning quietly.

But suddenly a rush of horseshoes outside broke the silence, and people were running in a panic in the market.

"What happened?" Lin Cheng asked.

Nan Song was about to go out to have a look.

"Great victory, great victory."

"Great victory at Wulipo."

The news of success was thunderous, the flags fluttering fluttered past, and the galloping soldiers and horses on the street made many people who got up early and worked hard come to an epiphany.

Great victory, this is a good thing.

Lost two counties in a row before.

The two armies are at war, which is a major event that concerns the entire building. The people are worried that they will not even celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. The government on the street does not allow the Lantern Festival to be held.

Now I can feel at ease.

A butcher who sells meat smiled at people, showing his broken yellow teeth.

"Great victory, brother, don't cut a piece of meat and go back to fight the tooth festival."

Meat, if he doesn't eat it once in half a year, it has nothing to do with him.

Kaitai, who drove the flock out to herd the sheep early in the morning, sniffed and couldn't help smiling, "No, next time."

"Hey, don't go, it's cheaper for you." The butcher waved his knife and shouted from behind.

Kaitai was afraid that he would chase after him with a knife. He couldn't afford meat, so he quickly ran away, driving the sheep through the crowd.

"It's really a great victory." Lin Cheng stood in the backyard, listening to the noise outside, and talking to himself.

The place I went to last night is called Wulipo.

The news of Wulipo's great victory spread throughout the entire capital. Although it was far away from the north, post soldiers, business travelers, carrier pigeons and other means spread throughout Daxia.

Su Yue learned that Mr. Huang told him the news, and Mr. Huang sent her a basket of crabs.

"It's different from the sea crabs in Lingnan. They are raised in the lake. Try it to see if there is any earthy smell." Mr. Huang said.

The crabs tied their feet with straw ropes, but they screamed "cuckoo cluck".

"Do you want to eat the crab before leaving?" Su Yue asked Hong Jiao to lift the basket down to steam it, and Mr. Huang always brought some food, which was a bit embarrassing.

Mr. Huang was not humble either, he sat on the deck chair under the crape myrtle tree as a matter of course, waiting to eat crabs.

"If there is no war, this business will not be easy." He sighed.

Su Yue knew that many of these merchants made money from wars. For example, Huang's family did not buy or sell houses recently, but was stockpiling grain, waiting for the right time to sell at a high price.