Southerners

The Mongolian boy watched this scene right away, feeling a little ridiculous.

"Hazier." A calm and strong voice suddenly came from the carriage, "Stop making trouble."

The Mongolian boy Hazier said displeasedly: "Brother Aichi, if you want me to stop making trouble, let me go to the front line."

Ai Chige means father in Mongolian.

The people in the carriage were silent for a while, and said for a while: "Yes."

Hazier's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about Song Zhi and Xiu Niang anymore. He happily drove over and confirmed, "Really, brother Ai Chi? Is it really possible?"

The tone of the person in the carriage was still the same, but with a little more helplessness: "Really."

Hazier immediately jumped off the horse, took three steps at a time, jumped into the carriage, and said loudly, "Thank you, brother Ai Chi!"

Hazier's attention was sucked away, and no one paid any attention to Xiuniang and Song Zhi.

The carriage moved quickly, and the horse that Hazier was riding earlier was led by the servants and followed the carriage.

When they were far away, the fear in Song Zhi's heart gradually calmed down. Looking at the disheveled Xiu Niang, he couldn't help it for a while, and began to cry again.

She held the silver hairpin on Xiuniang's head, and it was stained with blood, the blood of the Mongolian soldiers in the bushes.

"Master." Xiu Niang's lips were bitten by herself, and she said hoarsely, "Don't cry."

Xiu Niang's words were full of blood and resolute bravery, cold and hard, and burned Song Zhi's chest like fire.

"In the future, there will be no wife, Xiuniang will protect you, and the young master must live up to himself."

Song Zhi widened her eyes and nodded.It should have been a pair of pure and innocent eyes, but there was a layer of gloom inside them.

"Young Master," Xiu Niang endured the tearing pain in her lower body, knelt down beside Li Hansu, and said, "Kowtow to Madam. We are leaving."

Song Zhi asked, "Aren't we going to bury my mother?"

Xiu Niang pursed her lips, the lines of her face were tense, she said: "The young master and Xiu Niang will both die of exhaustion."

What Xiu Niang said was right, they hadn't eaten for many days, and it was difficult for them to even walk, not to mention digging a grave with bare hands.

Song Zhi blinked silently, sniffled her nose, and wiped the blood off Xiu Niang's face with her sleeve: "I listen to Xiu Niang."

When they fled from Tongling, they followed five or six servants. All the servants were killed or injured. To this day, even his wife died, and Song Zhi only had Xiuniang.

Xiu Niang was silent, put her hands on her forehead, bent down slowly, and knocked on the cold ground almost devoutly, her slender body trembling slightly in the cold March wind.She was silent for a long time, then straightened up, raised her hands high, and bowed down again, with a solemn and sad expression on her face.

No one knew what Xiu Niang was thinking at the moment.

After praying like this three times, Xiu Niang fell on the ground, tears dripping down her cheeks onto the bluestone board, forming round water marks, which soon disappeared.When she straightened up, apart from the flushed eyes, it was impossible to tell that she had cried.

Song Zhi was beside Xiuniang, and followed her with a salute.

Song Zhi said, "Mother, we are leaving."

After a simple worship, the two worked together to drag Li Hansu's body to the side of the road to prevent the passing horses from trampling her to death.After doing all this, Xiuniang was almost too tired to walk, and Song Zhi was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, and she asked with staring eyes, "Xiuniang, where are we going?"

Xiu Niang said, "Let's go to the south and find Uncle Wen."

Song Zhi didn't remember who Uncle Wen was, and asked, "Who is Uncle Wen, will he save us?"

With a gentle and firm expression on Xiuniang's face, she touched Song Zhi's head and said, "Yes, Uncle Wen is a hero. He hugged you when you were young, and he will definitely save us."

"As long as we find Uncle Wen, the young master won't have to suffer from hunger or cold."

Song Zhi opened her eyes wide: "Really, then let's go find him!"

Xiu Niang nodded.She was originally just a maidservant in a high family compound, and she didn't know much about the world situation. Uncle Wen——Wen Tianxiang, was one of the few generals she knew who was still fighting Yuan Dynasty and knew his master.

I heard that General Wen has been training the army in Meizhou recently and plans to counterattack. If he can be found, maybe it will not be like this.However, Pujiang is more than ten thousand miles away from Meizhou. The two of them, the women and children, rely on their feet, so I don't know if they can walk... Maybe they will be killed by the Mongols halfway, or they may starve to death or die of illness.

Whether he can survive depends entirely on fate.

The master and servant walked for a long time, Song Zhi was still a child and couldn't move anymore, so Xiu Niang took him to beg for food.

Pujiang County had been occupied by the Mongols, and most of the Han people could not escape. There were only a few who refused to leave their homes and stayed here. Seeing how pitiful the two were, they gave them some dry food from their kitchen and advised them to leave quickly.

The two hid in the abandoned residential house and ate a small piece of dry food with the well water. Xiu Niang only ate a bite or two, most of which were eaten by Song Zhi. She still kept some and planned to eat it tomorrow.

When Xiuniang was defiled by Mongolian soldiers earlier, she was injured, and the pain was severe. She avoided Song Zhi hastily and took some well water to wash. After washing, her whole body was cold. When she went on the road again, Xiuniang felt a little hot.

Song Zhi worriedly took Xiu Niang's hand and said, "Xiu Niang, you are so hot."

Xiu Niang shook her head weakly all over: "Xiu Niang is fine, let's continue walking..."

In order to preserve her strength, Xiu Niang stopped talking, and Song Zhi didn't dare to disturb her.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, and the temperature slowly dropped, but Xiuniang's body temperature was getting higher and higher. She was dizzy, and even the sun seemed to be two, and then her body softened and she fell down.

"Xiuniang!" Song Zhi yelled, kneeling beside Xiuniang, shaking her desperately, "Xiuniang, don't sleep..."

Xiu Niang panted, thinking: Madame, do I want to follow you too?No...Master, the only one left is me...

She opened her eyes with difficulty and opened her mouth: "Master..."

Song Zhihong rolled her eyes and said, "Xiu Niang, don't sleep... from now on, Ah Zhi will protect you, okay?"

Xiu Niang saw that he didn't speak, or was trying to say something but couldn't say anything, her body finally reached the limit, she tilted her head and passed out.

Song Zhi was startled, and hurriedly checked Tan Xiuniang's breath, only to be relieved when she found that she was still alive.

what to do?Song Zhi looked at the empty street and thought in a daze.

He was a well-clothed and well-fed young master since he was a child, and he was always protected by his mother and those heartfelt servants during his escape. He had never experienced such a feeling.

There is only one person left for him, beside him is a comatose Xiu Niang waiting for him to save.No one can protect him, and no one can tell him what to do.

The sky was getting dark, and Pujiang was like a ghost town at this time. Except for the corpses, there were almost no people on the streets.

What should he do?

"Yes, is there anyone?" Song Zhi didn't have much courage, and asked aloud.

No one answered him.

The drizzle had stopped long ago, the ground was wet, and the chill was coming from all directions.The evening wind blew past Song Zhi's nose with the smell of rotting corpses.

Song Zhi's nose was red from the cold, and the blood on her face had already been washed away with well water, revealing her immature face.

He bit his lip and dragged Xiu Niang to the nearest residence, but he was too hungry and very thin. Xiu Niang weighed several dozen catties, which was too heavy for him.

Song Zhi had to drag a few steps and rest for a while. After half an hour of tossing like this, she couldn't bring Xiuniang into any room, and she was paralyzed from exhaustion.

Thinking of her mother's bones still in the field, bitten by ants and insects, maybe even by vicious dogs, Xiuniang was so dizzy that she didn't know what to do, Song Zhi was dazed and scared, but because she was tired, relying on Xiuniang, she didn't know what to do. I fell asleep.

This sleep, if you don't wake up, is death.

But Song Zhiyue was lucky, he heard someone talking dimly:

"My lord, there are two Han Chinese, both are still alive."

Then came another voice: "Let me see."

Someone touched his face, scratched his eyelids, and said, "It should be hungry."

The man's hands were very warm, so warm that people wanted to get closer, Song Zhi couldn't help leaning towards those hands, and murmured unconsciously: "Mother..."

The man seemed to sigh, and said softly: "Poor child."

The voice was very unfamiliar, and Song Zhi woke up from her sleep, thinking of the Mongolian soldiers in the daytime.

In front of him is a Han man with a gentle face and Han clothes. Behind him are several servants, both Han and Mongolian.

Song Zhi couldn't tell where this man came from for a while, and looked at him warily.

Zhang Huiwen smiled and said, "Are you awake? What's your name?"

Song Zhi looked at him and didn't answer.

The Mongolian on the side shouted and asked: "My lord asked you something, what is your name!"

Song Zhi was taken aback, Zhang Hui raised his hand to stop the Mongolian, and said soothingly, "Don't be afraid."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be a bad person, Song Zhi replied in a low voice, "My name is Song Zhi."

Zhi is his name, because he is only 13 years old, although the word has already been chosen and called Zilan, it has not been used yet.

Zhang Hui said: "Good boy, how old are you?" He pointed to Xiuniang and asked, "Is this your mother?"

"13 years old." Song Zhi shook her head and said, "She is Xiuniang."

Zhang Hui knew in his heart that this was probably the young master of some family. When he escaped, his family members were all dead, and only a servant girl was left with him.

A Han man on the side asked: "My lord, how do they deal with it?"

Zhang Hui pondered for a while, and asked Song Zhi, "Would you like to come with me?"

Song Zhi guessed that this person was probably a Han who had surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty. My mother hated such a person the most before she was alive, but he lowered his head and looked at Xiuniang who was in a coma. He might not be able to hold on for long, so he asked softly: "Can you send me to the Yuan Dynasty?" Shall we go find Uncle Wen?"

Zhang Huiqi said: "Uncle Wen?"

Song Zhi said: "Xiuniang said that Uncle Wen is a hero and he will protect us."

If there is a hero surnamed Wen, I am afraid there will be no second one in the world.

"Wen Songrui?" Zhang Hui said, Wen Tianxiang, whose name is Songrui.

Song Zhi didn't know who Uncle Wen was, she looked at Zhang Hui blankly, thought for a while, and said, "Xiu Niang knows, I...I don't remember."

Zhang Hui is kind and kind, he couldn't bear to leave the master and servant on the street, otherwise they might not survive tomorrow, so he said: "You follow me first, we will talk about your Uncle Wen later."

"Someone, take this woman away." Zhang Hui ordered, then lowered her head and said to Song Zhi, "Can you still walk?"

Song Zhi nodded, and she was about to stand up as she spoke, but before she could stand still, she fell down. Zhang Hui quickly grabbed him, and said lovingly, "You are so young, how can you be so brave?"

Zhang Hui also experienced such a desperate situation when he was young. He was a little older than Song Zhi at the age of 14. When the Mongolian army attacked Shu, his family members lost their lives in the flames of war. Hang Hai.

Just like Song Zhi in front of her, she was at a loss and desperate, not knowing where to go.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hui's expression softened involuntarily, and he leaned over to hug Song Zhi: "Are you hungry? Go back with me to eat something first."

Song Zhi whispered, "Xiu Niang is sick."

Zhang Hui: "Don't worry, I will find a doctor to treat her."

So Song Zhi stopped talking, lying in Zhang Hui's arms, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, my lord."

Zhang Hui touched his head, and before he could speak, he found that the person in his arms had fallen asleep again.

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Note: Zhang Hui came to Nandu with Boyan in 1276, after that Boyan went back first, Zhang Hui stayed in Lin'an, the author did not find out exactly when he went back, but in 1277 Zhang Hui was Zhongshu You Cheng, in order for Zhang Hui to save Song Zhi, let him stay in Lin'an for two days in March...