Ming Zhiyuan was sitting in the caravan's carriage, looking up at the city walls of Daxing City that were higher than imagined, and was a little shocked.
The old man who was sitting in a carriage with him saw his expression and said with a smile: "Daxing is a large defensive city on the border of monsters. The city wall must be high and thick to prevent attacks by monsters. It also makes it easier to fight against monsters. Don't look at how thick this wall is.
, it has to be overhauled after every wave of monsters."
"Surge of monsters?"
Ming Zhiyuan remembered that he grew up in Feiyun City, the most inland city. Although it was not far from the Nine Flames Sand Sea, the Nine Flame Demons had not invaded human territory for decades...
Some people even doubt whether all the Nine Flame Demons are extinct? So they don’t have any specific concepts about Warcraft and the Nine Flame Demons.
Today I saw the Daxing City Wall, which is more than ten feet high and five or six feet thick. I can finally imagine how terrifying the monsters are.
The old man nodded and said solemnly: "There is a wave of monsters once every fifty years, and every time it is a day of national mourning for me, Gao Yue. In every wave of monsters, the men of Gaoyue who fight to the death against the monsters are doing it to protect them."
If the country is not lost, they are all the proud sons of Gao Yue. They are also the proud sons of Tianyun."
Ming Zhiyuan also straightened his expression: "Yes, it is precisely because of their fearless fighting and selfless sacrifice of their lives that hundreds of millions of people in the rear can live in peace and tranquility."
The old man's eyes lit up when he heard what Ming Zhiyuan said: "I heard that the young master's words are extraordinary, and he is also an extraordinary person."
Ming Zhiyuan smiled self-deprecatingly: "I am just a mortal, and a mortal who has reached the extreme level of poverty."
The old man laughed loudly and patted Ming Zhiyuan on the shoulder and said: "Young master, you don't have to be humble. Even if a dragon lurks in the abyss, it will eventually rise to the sky!"
Ming Zhiyuan cupped his hands and said, "Then I would like to thank my father-in-law for his good words."
The old man chuckled: "Young master, there is no need to be polite."
The old man said no more, but kept looking up at the city wall. The carriage slowly passed through the city gate and drove into the city, getting farther and farther away from the city wall. The old man still kept looking back.
Ming Zhiyuan saw the old man's silent but sad expression as he looked at the high city wall, and couldn't help but wonder, "Is this old man from Daxing?"
"Oh, that's not the case. I'm from Pingjiang Prefecture."
"The younger generation saw that my husband seems to be very familiar with this place and thought that he was also from Daxing."
After hearing the words, the old man calmed down for a while and then replied:
"I have also stayed in Daxing for more than ten years. It was on the city wall of Daxing that I and my fellow guards resisted the beast tide thirty years ago. Time flies so fast. Thirty years have passed in a flash.
Already."
"The city wall is still there, but not even a few of my comrades are left alive. The rest are either disabled or disabled like an old man, with all their abilities lost."
After saying this, the old man closed his eyes. Hot tears rolled down his furrowed face.
Ming Zhiyuan immediately felt a sense of respect for the old man.
He has always had great respect for the soldiers who guarded the border. In peacetime, no one could see them.
When real danger strikes, they will stand up without hesitation and use all their strength, including their own lives, to face the danger and fight the enemy.
Just to protect the civilians behind them, even though they did everything they could to protect the people they didn't know, even though they died, not many people knew their names?
But for the land behind them and the people on that land, they risked their lives and went on, but never backed down.
The old man in front of me was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked to be over sixty years old. He should have been a strong man thirty years ago.
Although his hair is gray now, he was on this high city wall fighting to the death against monsters to protect his home and country.
The old man stretched out his hand to wipe his face and said with some shame:
"Young Master, it's funny. It's easy for people to think of the past when they get old. I wonder how many more times I can come to Daxing Mansion? Maybe after I go back this time, I won't have the chance to come again."
Ming Zhiyuan hurriedly said: "My father-in-law is still very strong. Although he has lost his skills, he is still in good health. There will be blessings in the future. Don't be discouraged."
The old man calmed down quickly and laughed when he heard what Ming Zhiyuan said: "Young Master is a thoughtful man." Ming Zhiyuan thought to himself that for a while he said that I am not a mortal, and for a while he said that I am a thoughtful man. No matter how tough a warrior is,
Once you start doing business, it becomes greasy.
When he arrived in Daxing City, he followed the convoy and found an inn in the city to settle down. It was time to pay the toll and part ways with the convoy.
At this time, Ming Zhiyuan was no longer in a hurry. He planned to cross the border and enter the Qianyuan Kingdom.
It is necessary to spend more time in Daxing Prefecture and understand the situation before planning how to cross the border alone.
He settled down at the inn, came out and asked the waiter about the area where shops were concentrated in the city, and then went out by himself.
He still had money in his hand, so he didn't need to exchange it for spiritual stones, but he needed to know about the border situation and had to go to the trading houses that traded between the two worlds for information.
This time, except as a last resort, Ming Zhiyuan would not be able to find a smuggler to help him smuggle in again.
The old man's caravan only traveled within the territory of Gaoyue and was not familiar with the Qianyuan border with Gaoyue.
Therefore, Ming Zhiyuan had to find people familiar with the border in Daxing Mansion to get information.
He just inquired from the waiter and learned that Yangxing Street in Daxing City is a prosperous business place specializing in selling various Qianyuan special items.
The shops there basically specialize in selling special goods from both countries along the border.
After Ming Zhiyuan asked for the general direction, he wandered all the way towards Yangxing Street.
Two streets away from the inn where Ming Zhiyuan lives, deep in a shabby alley.
Outside a small shed, a little girl about eleven or twelve years old was squatting in front of a three-legged hanging pot. There were several pieces of wood under the pot with some whiskers piled on top. She was about to light a fire. There was a small handful of white rice in the pot.
The rice was uncooked and mixed with half a pot of water. It looked like it was ready to be cooked into porridge.
The wood was wet, and the little girl failed to light the fire several times. At this time, a weak cough came from the shed. After hearing this, the little girl quickly stood up, clapped her hands, and rubbed it on her body a few times, and entered
In the shed.
I saw a woman in her early thirties lying on the ground. There were some colorless clothes and cloth spread under her body. The little girl walked forward and squatted down to hold the woman's hand, "Mom, you're awake."
The woman didn't have time to answer. She just closed her eyes and coughed feebly for a long time. She gasped for a while before she said feebly: "Yi Ruo, what time is it? What are you doing?"
The little girl said: "It's almost evening, Mom. Aunt Chen next door gave us some rice, and my daughter is preparing to cook some rice porridge for Mom."
The woman shook her head gently, "Mom, you're not hungry, Yi Ruobei. You can drink it yourself after you finish it. Mom can't drink it."
"Mom, when it's ready, I'll drink it first. If you can't finish it, you can drink a little more."
At this time, the woman opened her eyes and looked at the little girl. She tried her best to smile and said, "Okay, I'll drink it after you drink it."
As soon as she smiled, the woman's face came alive, and her features were as beautiful as a painting.
The little girl looked at the woman stupidly and said, "Mom, you look so pretty when you smile."
The woman then said: "If you can't make a fire, go next door and ask Mrs. Chen to help you. Don't be like last time when you were so anxious that you gritted your teeth and cried."
"I understand, mother, you lie down and rest first, the porridge will be ready in a while."
The woman said a few words and then began to gasp. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily. There was a loud sound in her throat.
It just felt like every time she took in a breath it was very hard.
The little girl looked at her for a while, then quietly exited, then walked to the door of a small courtyard next door and knocked on the door.
Not long after, a kind woman with a round face and round eyes came out. The woman opened the door and smiled when she saw the little girl, "Xiao Yiruo, can't you make a fire again?"
The little girl touched her head in embarrassment and said, "Please help me." The woman did not close the door, took the little girl's hand, walked to their shed, took out flint, and started a fire.
The woman looked at the pot and said, "This rice is too little, Yiruo, you can find more and put it in."
The little girl named Yi Ruo lowered her head and said, "That's enough. I'm not hungry, and my mother can't eat much. These are enough."
The woman sighed, "Just watch the fire. I'll get some more rice and meat. You can make some meat porridge. Your mother is seriously ill and you are still young. When you are growing, you and your mother will have to eat some."
"
The little girl hurriedly waved her hands, "You can't do this, you absolutely can't do it. Auntie takes great care of my mother and daughter. She has given me so much, how can I still want my mother's things?"
The round-faced woman stood up and said cheerfully: "I don't care about this at all. They are all neighbors living next door. Please help if you can. If your aunt doesn't help, she will feel uncomfortable."