It's all abstract destiny, you're one emperor through the ages

Chapter 39

Qiongzhou City.

There was no one on the street.

Because of the sudden rebellion, the people hid in their homes and were in constant fear.

The old oil seller also returned home early.

In the yard, there were peaches on the meadow. The fresh and juicy peaches had already entered people's stomachs, and there were only two wrinkled, shriveled old peaches left, which were forgotten by people.

The old oil seller took out a gourd of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

He took out another copper coin, covered the mouth of the gourd, scooped up a spoonful of oil from the oil barrel, and poured it into the gourd.

Not even a drop of oil touched the copper coins.

He took down the copper coins and poured the oil from the gourd into the oil barrel.

Then cover it with copper coins, scoop oil, and pour oil.

Repeatedly, his eyes were not on the mouth of the gourd, but he kept thinking about his mind.

who am I?
The former General Wuwei of the Great Han Dynasty, the governor of the Central Army Suwei forbidden soldiers, Lian Hansheng.

At that time, Lian Hansheng's old father saw the decline of the great man and the instability of the country, so he named his son this name.

Han Sheng Han Sheng, Han Risheng.

Lian Hansheng did not lose his name, joined the army, and was promoted to the general of Wuwei with a hundred beard heads.

When Donghu invaded Chang'an for the second time, he even led [-] soldiers and horses to bathe in blood. Only [-] people survived the battle, and he lived up to expectations and defeated Donghu's army.

However, Donghu went south for the third time, but he couldn't stop it after all, and the imperial court had to move south.

The next 20 years have been unimaginable 20 years.

Lian Hansheng led his troops to fight against Donghu, with few victories and many defeats, lost cities and lands, all kinds of rumors and rumors were unbearable, and his heart was depressed.

From the age of more than 50 to the age of more than 60, he was old and frail, and he was weak.

Seeing that there was no hope of returning to the Han Dynasty, in the sixth year of moving to the south, he dispersed his family wealth and resigned from office.

He even concealed his first name, leaving only a surname.

People who are familiar with him call him the cheap old man who sells oil.

Needless to say, since resigning from office and retiring to sell oil for a living, Lian Hansheng feels that he has become much younger.

Even the bow that I could only draw when I was young seems to be able to draw it gradually, as if it has a second spring.

"Father! I'm out!"

A young voice came to his ears, Lian Hansheng frowned, and the gourd in his hand trembled.

But the oil in the other hand also moved with the tremors, maintaining the same frequency, passing through the copper coins without touching the body, and flowing into the gourd silky-smoothly.

"Someone is making trouble outside, what are you doing out there?"

The child was born after Lian Hansheng resigned from office. His name is Lian Fu. He is fourteen this year, and he has a bit of demeanor when he was young.

Although the old father is a stinking oil seller, he still holds a lot of weight in Lian Fu's heart.

Lian Fu was a little nervous, crossed his hands, lowered his head slightly, but his voice seemed orderly:
"Father, I am the militiaman selected by Mr. Xiao, that is the soldier of the big man."

"Outside the aristocratic family rebelled and took the city. As a soldier of the big man, how can I stand by and watch?"

He pointed to the red silk on his hand.

Although the militiamen haven't played a big role since they greeted the driver, there is still some basic training every three days when they are free.

Lian Hansheng was stunned.

The soldiers of the big man?Who is not!

It's just that no one in the court has remembered this 70-year-old man for a long time, right?

Of the soldiers who fought bloody battles back then, only [-] of the [-] died, and if they moved south, only a few hundred of the [-] died.

The days are peaceful now.

On weekdays, he sells oil, and his life is barely passable.

The child is already fourteen, and he is about to marry a wife and have children.

This life should be over like this.

But... do you really think so in your heart?

Is it really going to be like this?

Did you really watch the big man die?
Lian Hansheng has seen the common people welcome them, he has seen Liu Ding Liu Jia, he has also heard about Donghu's retreat, and he has heard the singing of Wanmin.

A big man should not die.

At least in the hands of the sage emperor who the people say, he should not die.

"Big man."

"what?"

Lian Fu still didn't realize what his father was thinking, he was afraid that this old father, who was just dawdling in his daily life, would not let him go to the battlefield.

Lian Hansheng looked at the eagerness on Lian Fu's immature face.

Why did I name my son "Fu"?
He looked at the yard that had only been renovated a few years ago.

He didn't live in Qiongzhou City in the early years, and he moved here after the imperial court was defeated and moved to the capital.

Can you sell more oil in Qiongzhou city?
He looked again at his rough, callused hands.

He took out a simple-looking longbow from the meadow.

After dissipating all the family wealth, why didn't he sell this longbow?
Lian Hansheng stroked the bow. The bow was without any decoration and felt rough, but after careful observation, every inch of the arc was just right, without any flaws.

Still as smooth as before, the tail of the bow is also tied with a leather cord to fix the bowstring and prevent the bowstring from slack when it is not in use.

"I'm still maintaining this bow all these years?"

Lian Hansheng tried the bow, and it was very good.

Why since the new emperor came to the throne, every time there is a major event in the city, he will go to the scene on purpose?

After thinking it over, he slapped Lian Fu's face with his palm-sized hand.

Lian Fu covered his face, and was slapped so badly, I haven't been on the battlefield yet, and I was slapped half my life by you?
Lian Hansheng spat, twisted his shoulders, and there was a sound from his shoulder bones:
"Your old man, I have been a soldier for 50 years, which round will I get you, a recruit?"

"Dad, you"

"Old man, all the top soldiers under my command are dead, and it's the general's turn."

Lian Fu opened his mouth in bewilderment, he really couldn't believe that an ordinary old oil seller was once in the army.

Especially with the strength in his hands, he can still slap his mouth so much at the age of over seventy, at least he was a fierce player when he was young.

Unexpectedly, Lian Hansheng slapped him again:

"Fuck me and follow behind, relying on you militiamen, can you do it?"

Before leaving, he ate the wilted old peach.

I licked my mouth, it was a bit shriveled, but at least it was able to satisfy my hunger.

In Qiongzhou City, there were many scattered soldiers with weapons.

Their characteristic is that they only have weapons and no armor, most of them are over fifty years old, and their hair is gray.

Some are small schools, some are captains, some are commanders, and of course, more are ordinary soldiers.

But at this time, they have no official position, for them, there is only one title.

Han Jiaerlang.

A man with a grass root in his mouth sat hard for a long time in the yard, and after planning a lot, he stood up abruptly.

He threw off the grass roots hard, kicked hard, drew the knife from under his buttocks, and cursed angrily.

"Woo dog who tramples on horses, a family that tramples on horses, do it!"

The determination in the eyes is terrifying.

A stocky man sharpened his blade silently, and looked back at the sleeping child on the bed.

His eyes became soft and then hard:

"Father is going to earn some private school apprenticeship gifts for you."

A thin man walked out of the house, holding a long knife in his hand.

The woman's hand grabbed his arm, and he shook it vigorously: "You mother-in-law, don't stop me, if the Donghu people occupy the city."

When the Donghu people completely occupy the city, this little girl will have to be fully exploited?

Can this be tolerated?
I heard that Donghu people are not taboo about meat and vegetables.
He tightened his back and swung the long knife violently.

The son of the Han family is far more than an old soldier.

At this time, a young general was still on his way.

When passing by the burning wreckage of the Donghu camp, he accidentally fell into the pit.

(End of this chapter)