This is the gift.

It turns out that this is the gift.

The brothers who were still immersed in what they just said were still stunned.

The woman's hoarse and graceless words echoed repeatedly in his ears.

Deserters, although they fled because they had no choice, they did escape.

When I argued with someone on the way to escape and was injured and about to die, it wasn't that I was afraid, but that I felt unwilling.

Soldiers die on the battlefield.

When I was poor in the past, I didn't feel that I was unwilling to accept it, because I felt that one day I would not be poor, and I would feel at ease no matter how difficult it was.

But now that I have money, I am very rich, but when I wake up in the middle of the night, I always feel unwilling.

He was determined to make great achievements and kill the enemy to serve the country, but in the end he escaped in embarrassment.

Not willing, not willing.

It was as if they had lost half of their souls in the northwest since the day they escaped.

"...a tiger would rather starve to death in the forest than be satiated in an iron cage..."

"...That's why I want to give my brothers a gift, instead of just sitting on a golden mountain and being a man of peace for the rest of my life..."

"...but to make contributions and wash away the shame..."

"...Brothers get up wherever they fall, and pat the dirt on their bodies wherever they fall..."

Wherever you failed, stand up again and start again.

There was silence in the yard, as if even breathing had stopped.

All over again!

Clear your name and start over again!

Why they escaped in the first place was not just to find a place to redress their grievances, but where could soldiers like them, who had no power or family to rely on, go to redress their grievances?

Now his injustice has been redressed, he has been freed from his charges, and he can return to the military camp again.

Isn’t this wish fulfilled?

I thought I was dead this time, but unexpectedly, not only did I not die, but my wish came true.

How can there be so many surprises in life?

Xu Maoxiu raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him.

How could it be possible to have such a good life?

How virtuous and capable, how virtuous and capable, God wants to treat them so favorably?

"Do you guys like these two gifts?"

Cheng Jiaoniang asked again.

"I like it." Xu Maoxiu was the first to say.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.

"What?" she asked, seemingly not hearing clearly.

"I like it." Xu Maoxiu shouted, raising his voice.

"What?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked again, smiling slightly.

Xu Maoxiu laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder. Not only him, but other brothers also laughed.

"like!"

"like!"

"like!"

The shouts in the yard were deafening, accompanied by loud laughter.

But some laughed and some cried.

Li Dashao stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose.

"My bosses are really leaving, and I really can't bear to leave." He choked with sobs.

"Why are you crying? There is no future." Shopkeeper Wu said, "This is a great event. The bosses want to make contributions and become heroes."

Li Dashao nodded and looked up at Shopkeeper Wu.

"Shopkeeper, what are you doing?" he asked, "What are you doing with your head raised?"

"It's nothing, just look at the sky." Shopkeeper Wu said, turning around and continuing to raise his head, "It's a good day..."

As night falls, the noisy chatter and laughter in the yard gradually dissipate.

From lunch to this time, even the brothers who were good drinkers were all drunk.

"Everyone gets drunk without being drunk." Shopkeeper Wu said with a hint of drunkenness, while he and Brother Li Dashao and Jin took the drunken men in the hall back to their rooms one by one, and helped them wash up and change clothes.

Just say goodbye.

Cheng Jiaoniang stood in the corridor to see each other off.

"Thank you for your hard work, shopkeeper," she said.

"It's not hard, it's not hard. People are lucky if they can work hard." Shopkeeper Wu laughed.

I don’t know if they were talking about helping the brothers back to their houses just now, or whether they were talking about running the restaurant in the future.

Anyway, as long as they each understand it.

Li Dashao also nodded with a smile.

It’s not hard. It’s really not hard. It’s really a blessing to be able to work hard like this.

When the Cheng family's banquet dispersed, the Zhou family's banquet was in full swing.

Liu Lang's salute has already been sent to the northwest in advance. He will set off with the newly appointed northwest generals in three days. Tomorrow will be the day for him to go to Xiying.

Compared with the mother's reluctance to part with her youngest son, the boys of the Zhou family are not so sad.

For the Zhou family, this kind of separation is passed down from generation to generation. This is their fate that was destined from the day they were born. They are also preparing for this day.

"...go over there and listen to your uncles..."

"...Things on the battlefield are different from those on the school field. You need to see more and learn more..."

My father and uncles passed on their experience.

"….This is a military book I obtained at a high price. It’s hard to find even a thousand dollars…"

"...Brother, this is the amulet I asked for you..."

Brothers and sisters give each other parting gifts.

The banquet was sumptuous, the singing and dancing were delightful, and the front hall of the Zhou family was very lively, which lasted until late at night.

After washing up, Liulang, whose drunkenness had subsided, did not go to rest, but sat down in the hall.

"Sir, it's getting late, please go to bed early." the maids said.

Liu Lang looked at the gifts placed in the hall, including those from brothers, sisters and friends. Since most of them meant blessings of peace, there was no need to take them away.

"Are these all here?" he asked.

The maid was a little confused when asked.

"Yes, Master, everything collected in the past few days is here." They said, while speculating, "Do you want to bring some, Master?"

Zhou Lang shook his head and waved his hands.

The maids did not dare to ask more questions and bowed before retreating.

Saturday Lang sat alone for a moment, then stood up and moved to some cases, and began to look through these large and small gift boxes.

No, no, no….

Wasn't it because he didn't let him choose his favorite longbow that day, so he got so angry that he stopped interacting with her?

Of course not.

Saturday Lang stopped.

Of course not.

It was me who expressed that she didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. He was so smart, how could he not see that...

Saturday Lang lay down on his back, resting his head on his hands and looking at the roof.

The maid in the corridor looked over and looked a little worried.

"Young Master, are you drunk? Why are you sleeping here..." someone whispered.

"Let's see and then talk." Another whispered.
To be continued...