In the early morning, the summer light slowly shines throughout the sky, approaching the ground, dispelling the entangled fog.

The breeze blowing in the morning, and at the Wuyan City, two people were walking along the city wall casually. One was of medium figure, three-inch short beard, with bright eyes like stars, a slightly darker appearance but strong, and powerful without anger. He looked very masculine from a distance. At first glance, he was not the kind of dazzling figure, but he seemed to have an indescribable charm that could naturally impress people. Needless to ask, he was Song Shijiang, the prime minister of Dongping.

The person next to him had a similar appearance to Song Shijiang, but he was younger and more elegant, gentle and gentle, loyal and square. He could only hear him whisper: "Brother, is it appropriate?"

Song Shijiang took a casual walk, carrying his hands on his back, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, and said with a gentle smile: "Brother, how is it inappropriate?"

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother knows best that I am at home and serve my father sooner or later, and I have never worked hard. After going to Liangshan, I only arranged a banquet. Now I am suddenly in charge of a county. I am worried that my talent is not good enough and I am embarrassed to have a great responsibility... I couldn't sleep all night last night." It turned out that this man was Song Jiang's brother Song Qing.

Song Shijiang laughed boldly, patted Song Qing on the shoulder, and said, "Silang is too worried. How is it inappropriate? Brother, please ask you."

Song Qing replied: "Brother, please speak."

"My Song family is a family that has been passed down from family. Song Jiang studied poetry and books hard when he was young and was full of knowledge. Silang was diligent since he was a child, but he was not as weak as a brother. He was just unfilial to his brother, did not fulfill his ways of being a son, left his hometown, wandered around, and the burden of serving his father at home was all over the shoulders of Silang. God is pitiful, how could his brother have had the opportunity to experience it? Now it is extraordinary, my brother only asks you, does Silang have ambition in his heart?"

"Brother, as my brother said, I have read the various philosophers and read the Nine Classics. How could I never have a high ambition in my heart? Thinking about the poem when my brother wrote a poem that if he had achieved his ambition, he would dare to laugh at Huang Chao as a husband. Although I dare not speak, I am really envious." Song Qing looked up at his brother and smiled bitterly.

"That's fine, this is the time for brothers to show their ambitions." Song Shijiang patted Song Qing on the shoulder again.

"But, brother, I am afraid that my talents are insufficient. If I do not do well, I will hurt my reputation. This is Song Qing's concern." Song Qing covered his shoulders and still frowned.

"How can I not be enough? Look around, how many brothers in Liangshan are as good as you, who read so much scriptures, and they are all brave and rough. Look again, now they are the Later Han Dynasty, and there are few people who read and read, and they are confused. The brothers' talents are already of the upper class. Brothers have only less experience and less confidence, and there is no need to underestimate themselves." Song Shijiang laughed loudly, and was domineering, and continued, "Brothers don't know what they are. My brother was also guilty at the beginning. You and my Song family are small families, and they are also scattered everywhere. They even had to go up the mountain to become enemies. They only thought that they would be in decline for life. How dare they think of the cause of kings and domineering? Now, you see, say something presumptuous in front of your family. Who dares to say that they are better than your brother? Brothers are bold and show their talents."

"Yes, my brother said so much." Song Qing brows slightly and gained some confidence.

Song Shijiang reached out and gently put his brothers on his shoulders and said, "What's more, brothers, you, my mother and I have been in this Later Han Dynasty, and only brothers are the only brothers... Oh, I wonder how our old father is doing in the Song Dynasty? Without my brother and brother, I really don't know how sad my father should be."

"Brother..." Song Qing couldn't help but have red eyes. I don't know if he remembered his old father or was moved by his brother.

"So, go and be the magistrate of Fan County and let the world see that my Song family is a hero. Let the world see that my Song family has not only one Song Jiang, but also one Song Qing." Song Shijiang encouraged.

"Brother, since that's the case, brother, I will do it without letting go of my brother's trust." Song Qing retreated back and bowed heavily to Song Shijiang.

"Yes, that's it, let go. In this world, I'm going to fight. Silang, if you grow up, you should be a great help from your brother. Father and son are fighting, brothers are fighting each other. You brothers are watching over each other, and there are many brothers, civil officials and military generals. In this world, this world will be the world of my Song family! Glory is the glory of my Song family!" Song Shijiang continued to encourage.

"Brothers in war! Brothers!... Brothers, don't worry, Silang will become your right-hand man! You wait and see." Song Qing had already stood up and stopped walking with Song Jiang. He shouted loudly, "I, Song Qing, will go to Fan County to take office now. Brother, just look at your younger brother. In the future, when people talk about the Song family, there will be not only brothers, but also my Song Qing Daming!... Goodbye to brother..."

Song Qing bent down to pay tribute to Song Shijiang again. But after the salute was finished, Song Shijiang had turned around and rushed to the city without waiting for Song Shijiang to speak.

Song Shijiang looked at Song Qing's departure back, but was filled with mixed feelings.

There was no impression of Song Qing, and whenever he evaluated it, he started with his nickname. What was Song Qing’s nickname? Iron fan. What was an iron fan? Fans were used for fanning, but if it was made of iron, it would be heavy. Who would use this iron fan? So later generations thought that Song Qing’s iron fan was a useless waste. He relied entirely on Song Jiang’s relationship to occupy a place in the 108 generals and was also given the fatal feast.

Well, the useless Song Qing. When she first possessed Song Jiang, Song Shijiang also thought so. What's the use of Song Qing? It's just because it was "me" that she has her current position. What's more, Song Shijiang has no real blood connection with Song Qing, and he was resistant to accepting this brother from the bottom of his heart. He even believed that those sworn brothers were closer and more eye-catching than these brothers. So for a long time, Song Shijiang placed Song Qing on Liangshan, in charge of logistics, and smoked everyone.

Until later, Song Shijiang ascended the position of Prime Minister of Dongping, with countless troops, brave generals and counselors gathered; later, Lu Junyi came to visit late at night, revealing his heart and expressing his worries, and only willing to lead the troops to fight, but not to be the deputy leader; and later, when discussing the positions of meritorious officials with military advisors, especially Wu Yong, Song Shijiang Fang'er realized step by step that I, Song Jiang (Song Shijiang), was no longer a scheming for officials, no longer occupying mountains and becoming a bandit, but embarking on a road to competing for the Central Plains and fighting for dominance of the world, and taking a path of turning a family into a country. What about my family? My family is my family? Are my more than a hundred brothers of life and death? They are my brothers of life and death, they are indeed entrusted with life and death, and they are indeed loyal, but is this my "home"? This family is entrusted to them, and are they inheriting them?

Song Shijiang suddenly understood the reason why Chen Gong and Wu Yong were concerned about his marriage, and the reason why Chen Gong was busy with his marriage, because they wanted to build a family for Song Shijiang. This family was their loyalty and this family was where they showed their ambitions. This family was there, even if Song Shijiang died, its power was still there; this family was there, and it was possible to turn a family into a country. From this moment on, Song Shijiang was extremely eager for his relatives and family. He thought of Da Qiao, who was far away in Dongjun, and his unknown brother Song Qing. Yes, Song Qing, in the future, I, Song Jiang, will win the world, not Lu Junyi, who will be the king; if I die, it will be him, not Lu Junyi.
Chapter completed!