Shao Shude woke up only when the sun was three o'clock in the sky.
It was a really comfortable sleep, he hadn't felt so deep in a long time. Not even the wind and snow outside the window or the sound of armor leaves clashing during the night patrol of Yin'an Zhi soldiers could not wake him up.
This is a deep sleep brought about by great mental relaxation, which makes people very happy.
Lying on the soft and warm quilt, he looked at the furnishings in the bedroom.
This is my parents' bedroom when I was a child.
There are old shabby wicker chairs with a sense of age, tables with peeling paint, cabinets made of old pine wood, and a bow tip hanging on the wall...
A family with these household items is actually not considered poor, it can even be said to have little wealth.
The wealth accumulated by our ancestors through farming for three generations.
When my father was still alive, he would pick mud from other places whenever he had free time, filled up a small swamp, and opened up seven or eight acres of land.
This kind of spirit is really admirable. But in troubled times, it is extremely fragile. A military disaster can wipe out the accumulation of several generations in an instant.
So Shao Shude went to join the army, otherwise his life would be difficult.
After getting up, he put on his coat and sat on the wicker chair in front of the desk.
The chair creaks, telling the vicissitudes of time.
The table was spotless, and the few books I had read before going to sleep last night had been neatly stacked aside.
At this time, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were placed, ready to write at any time.
He picked up the bow tip on the wall. It was made of mulberry wood and was heavy.
This was captured on the battlefield in his early years. It can even be said to be the first trophy of his military career, which is quite memorable.
Years are condensed in these.
Because the large group of people were still on their way, the rough men of the bodyguard came in to help Shao Shude get dressed and wash up.
After finishing his work, breakfast was already placed on the table in the middle hall. Shao Shude ate in silence, listening to the guards reading the newly delivered military newspaper.
The corn porridge was boiled just right, the pickles were refreshing and pleasant, and the jerky and cheese were all carefully made to suit his taste.
He was tired of the life of armies fighting each other in the middle of the night. This kind of peaceful and peaceful life was quite good.
After breakfast, he came out of Chai Fei.
The wind and snow had stopped long ago, and there was silence in the wilderness.
On the plateau to the south, you can vaguely see a few houses. Flags are scattered all around, and occasionally you can hear the sound of horses.
This is his hometown, nothing special, but very special.
The embroiderer was carrying a basket with dried fruits, cakes and rice wine in it.
Shao Shude nodded towards him and stepped forward.
The guards followed carefully, ready to help at any time.
Shao Shude laughed at himself, he had reached this point.
After walking in the snow for a while, he breathed heavily, turned his head and looked at Xiu Niang, and said with a smile: "My body can't compare to yours."
"Your Majesty fought too hard." The embroiderer said in a low voice.
Maybe more than that.
When the war was getting intense, I got up in the tent and couldn't sleep at night.
While marching, I often missed meals.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it is not uncommon to see the protective iron coats freezing in cold weather.
In the scorching heat of summer, I wandered forward in muddy water, exposed to the sun and rain.
When you are marching and fighting, it is difficult to take care of your body.
The martial artist is indeed glorious, but then - what's the price?
Tuyuanzi arrived soon.
The ten soldiers guarding the tomb came out in a hurry to pay homage.
"Each person will be rewarded with two pieces of woolen cloth." Shao Shude said.
He looked around and saw that the fields were well tended and very peaceful. Overwintering wheat had been planted, and green wheat seedlings were growing, looking full of vitality under the white snow.
Snow can kill pests. The harvest of the tomb guards next year may be guaranteed.
The guards came forward, cleared an open space, and then placed blankets and futons.
"Old Li!" Shao Shude sat down cross-legged, looked at the tombstone eroded by the wind and snow, and said, "I haven't seen you for many years."
The embroiderer put the tributes away and lit the incense candles.
"I seemed to have seen you that year when I went north to Heichengzi." Shao Shude said: "The dream of perfect gold has come true. Persia was beaten to a pulp by us, and we ceded territory for peace. In the past ten years, there have been countless immigrants. Regardless of the future generations, I
You have a clear conscience."
"In this world, I have my own selfish motives. I can't see the effect. Maybe it's good."
"I have tried too many things, and many of them have been done with great effort. I know that I ask for too much, but I just can't help but do it. No matter what the result is, I hope you can have peace of mind."
"In the past few decades, we have done a lot of ridiculous things, but serious things cannot be left behind."
"In the early years, Wang Yu wanted to kill to stop killing, but unfortunately he left when he was in his forties. Last year, Lu Huaizhong told me that he felt that his original ideal had been achieved. Actually, I am not sure, so let's give it a try."
"I often dreamed of you when I was in Luoyang, but when I came to Xicheng, you disappeared and you were avoiding me."
"You greedy old man who is afraid of death..."
After talking for a while, Shao Shude felt a little depressed, so he stopped and thought about things silently.
The ancient ferry of the Yellow River has long been moved to another place. The fifty people who were stationed at the ferry have long since withered away.
Some people left before the founding of the country, some left one after another after the founding of the country, and there are very few left.
He didn't feel that the level of these old brothers was very poor. They followed him and gradually improved, and now they are all rich.
There was once a historical joke that in ancient times, only talents from one county were needed to found a country. This is certainly an exaggeration, but it also illustrates the importance of a platform.
Most of the people who followed him out of Xicheng left their names in history and had a good ending.
This entrepreneurial team is considered successful.
But it's time to say goodbye to their romantic past.
Shao Shude picked up the wine bowl and sprinkled it in front of the monument.
The aroma of wine overflows and floats in the wind.
I talked a lot about what was in my heart and invited my old brother to drink a bowl of wine. That was enough.
Shao Shude stood up, took one last look at the tomb, and turned to leave.
****
In early February, large troops arrived in Xicheng one after another.
When Empress Zhe walked into the Shaw family's old house, she offered incense to pay homage as her daughter-in-law.
The embroiderer looked at this graceful and luxurious woman, sighed secretly, and returned to her home.
Shao Shude occasionally reviewed official documents in the old house and occasionally went out for a walk.
On the tenth day of February, while he was in good spirits, he hosted a banquet for the Xicheng elders.
He is said to be an "old man", but there are actually not many people older than him. The old deserter I saw when I came here last time seems to have disappeared. After asking around, it turns out that he died of illness a few years ago.
Everywhere they looked, there were young and middle-aged men whom they did not recognize. Their only expectation for the saint returning home was probably a reward.
Shao Shude was a little disappointed. He had no common memories with them, so naturally he had no affection for them. Except when he heard the introduction of who was whose son or grandson, he nodded slightly, but he remembered that he was also an old man with whom he had interacted.
"There is nothing worth cherishing." He said with a carefree smile while basking in the sun in the courtyard.
Queen Zhe held his hand and remained speechless.
"Do you still remember that Jiang Dewen went to Linzhou to propose marriage?" Shao Shude suddenly asked.
A faint smile appeared on the queen's face, and she said: "When I found out, I quietly sent someone to inquire about it. My husband took a concubine before he married her, which made me unhappy."
"You still have a grudge against Yu Niang." Shao Shude smiled.
The queen rolled her eyes at him.
"It's just a joke." Shao Shude patted the queen's hand.
The courtyard fell silent for a moment.
"In this life -" After a long time, Shao Shude said again: "I owe you a lot. You have wronged yourself too much, and I have also pushed too far. Only at this time will I say these words."
"Husband and wife are one body. There is no one who feels wronged. They always tolerate and support each other." The queen said, "No one owes anyone anything, and I am very satisfied."
"real?"
"real."
"If you have a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?" Shao Shude sighed and said, "Live well and take care of the children."
"Husband..." The queen raised her head and stopped talking.
"No need to say more, I feel it." Shao Shude said: "This time, I called everyone over. Erlang is also in Fengzhou, and Lao Lu is in Luoyang. There is no problem. After being the emperor for twenty-six years, there is no problem.
That's enough. In the next while, I will talk to people one by one. Don't think about me, maybe I was called away by God Haotian and entrusted with another important task. However, I am tired, really tired."
Tired, mainly because my heart is tired. Even though I am still a young body, my old soul needs to rest.
After reading all about the world and sailing through thousands of sails, it is already difficult for him to cheer up. But mental fatigue or collapse is the most difficult to recover from.
"Live well and see more of the world for your husband." Shao Shude squinted his eyes and looked at the blue sky.
In July of the first year of Jianji, when the founding of the country was offering sacrifices to heaven, he seemed to feel that God was watching him.
