Jun Jiuling

Is this what my dad taught her?

Hearing Niu Niu's question, Yang Jing looked even more uncomfortable.

"That was taught by Miss Jun's master," he said.

Niu Niu sat on the rock and looked down the mountain.

"Uncle Yang, everyone knows who her master is, but my mother doesn't recognize her, and you don't dare to recognize her." She said, and then paused, "Uncle Yang, don't worry, I won't say it in front of my mother."

That's right, now it's not a question of whether you are right, but whether you admit it or not, Yang Jing smiled wryly.

"Niuniu is the most sensible." He said.

Niuniu lowered her head.

"So what if I'm sensible." She murmured, "My father doesn't want me either."

Yang Jing suddenly looked uneasy.

"It's not like that." He said hastily.

Wanting to say something, but not knowing how to comfort others, he was at a loss when someone came running from the foot of the mountain, and when he saw them from a distance, he raised his hand.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, come and take a look." He shouted, his voice trembling with excitement, "Miss Jun said she wants to change the iron feet."

If you listen to this statement elsewhere, you will think it is a joke.

How can a person's feet be changed at will, but Yang Jing immediately became excited when he heard this.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, really, just now Miss Jun went to deliver medicine to Lao Lai's daughter-in-law, and she encountered an iron foot. When she saw the iron foot, she suddenly said that it should be changed. This foot has been worn for too long." The man shouted from the foot of the mountain, waving at Yang Jing, and then turned around and ran away, "Everyone went over to look."

Yang Jing also hurriedly walked down the mountain, and turned back after walking a few steps.

"Niuniu, I'll go and have a look first." He said.

Niuniu nodded at him, watched Yang Jing run down the mountain, and then looked into the distance, and saw that there were many people in the village running in one direction.

Change your foot.

Why is Uncle Iron Foot called Iron Foot? She has known this story since she was a child. It was a fierce battle, but like other times, they still won. As long as there is a battle, there will be disabilities. Uncle Iron Foot is lost. one foot.

Uncle Tiejiao was sad because he became a cripple. Dad said it was just one foot, and I will make you another one, and you can get up and walk. Don't try to be lazy and be a deserter.

Then Dad actually made a foot and put it on Uncle Iron Foot.

From then on, Uncle Tiejiao can continue to walk, ride a horse and shoot arrows to kill the enemy.

But these were stories told by grown-ups, like those other stories that every child grew up with, her father and them.

The reason for telling the story is that she has not seen it with her own eyes.

The iron-footed uncle in her impression is just a thin, taciturn middle-aged man who sits on crutches every day, can't even herd sheep, and can only do some work that women do, dividing wild fruits and drying wild vegetables.

She couldn't imagine how this man rode a horse and shot an arrow to kill the enemy.

Dad made him a foot, and now Miss Jun said to change another foot for him. Dad is very good, and Miss Jun is also very good.

That Miss Jun is so good-looking, so smart, so powerful, everyone likes her.

Niuniu lowered her head to look at her hands, then slowly raised her hands to cover her face, she could feel the bumps on her face through a layer of cloth.

She got up and ran into the forest, startling the birds and hares in the forest.

……………………..

A few sharp birdsongs came from a distance. It was the secret whistle outside the village passing the news. Hearing the long and two short calls, the children sitting on the ground and grabbing the grass roots jumped up.

"The van is here."

They shouted loudly, and ran to the road with joy and joy.

The three carriages stopped at the entrance of the village surrounded by children, and Xia Yong's wife brought the women to pick them up. Although the men who returned from work did not surround them, they also stopped, squatting on the big rocks, laughing and chatting .

"There is no food this time." A shopkeeper said.

This is what Miss Jun said. The regular rewards for the guards to train soldiers used to be food and drink.

It doesn't matter if you don't give them away, they are used to frugality in daily life, and the rice grains, vegetables and meat delivered a few times before are enough for them to eat until the New Year.

"Because it's going to be winter, I sent some cloth and silk for everyone to make winter clothes." The shopkeeper continued, pulling off the cover on the car, revealing colorful cloth.

The bright cloth of the new clothes is like a rare treasure to children and women, and there was a burst of exclamation at the entrance of the village, and the children gathered around and touched the cloth with their hands.

Unlike what they wore in the past, the cloth was smooth and delicate.

"Get your dirty hands off."

The women hurriedly scolded the children, guarding the cloth on the car, and patrolled with unconcealed joy.

"Is this for quilts? That's too wasteful."

"It's too much, how can I finish it?"

"The third aunt is good at needlework, she can do it quickly, let her help."

The twittering and discussion didn't stop for a while.

The men who were squatting and sitting couldn't help but look over, and the village head continued to laugh and laugh.

"Speaking of it, it seems that I haven't worn new clothes for a long time."

The woman's soft voice sounded behind.

This woman rarely went down the mountain, and Miss Jun was pleasantly surprised to hear it.

"Aunt Xiao." She turned around and shouted happily, "You're here."

The woman smiled.

"My surname is Xiao, and my single name is Zhi." She said.

It's time to report your name, and Miss Jun hastened to salute with a straight expression.

"Jun Jiuling," she said.

"Thank you for your trouble." Xiao Zhi said with a smile, "Everyone has never been so happy."

Miss Jun hurriedly shook her head and said she didn't dare to take it. She hesitated and looked at the medicine box.

"Master..." she said, wanting to get the notebook.

Xiao Zhi stretched out his hand to stop her.

"I told you my name, just to let you call me by my name." She said, "And what I want to thank is you, your sincere heart to us, as for other things, let's not say more."

It still doesn't work, but it's much better than the previous rejection. Don't worry, they waited for more than ten years, and I only had one month. Take your time, Miss Jun retracted her hand and nodded with a smile.

The women over there also saw Xiao Zhi, and greeted them with smiles. Xiao Zhi smiled at Miss Jun and walked over.

Miss Jun did not follow, but picked up the medicine box and went up the mountain.

Most of them can be delivered in the city, but in order not to make the villagers feel uncomfortable, she often collects herbs on the mountain, and by the way, she also gets to know how many toys Master has hidden in this green mountain.

The toys refer to the hidden weapons and hidden array organs, many of which have been damaged, and Miss Jun re-arranged them just like what Master did.

Putting down a tube of bamboo arrows, Miss Jun sat on the rock to rest for a moment, when there was a rustling sound behind her, she turned her head and saw the masked girl standing behind the tree.

"Niuniu." She smiled and stood up.

"History." The girl said suddenly.

Her voice was small and she spoke so fast that Miss Jun was stunned for a moment and didn't understand.

"My name is Zhao Hanqing." The girl said again, this time a little louder.

Today was really good. Both of them were willing to approach her, and Miss Jun smiled even wider.

"My name is Jun Jiuling," she said, curtseying to the girl.

Although the girl looked timid, she subconsciously curtseyed back.

Her movements were very rusty, and it was obvious that she seldom saluted people, but she was still very standardized, and she was obviously taught by others.

"Sit down." Miss Jun pointed to the rocks beside her.

Zhao Hanqing didn't come over, holding on to the tree trunk, he raised his eyes slightly to look at her.

"What was he like?" she asked.