Qin Official

"Stop! Stop! I can't write any more on the wooden slip!"

In mid-September, on a crisp autumn day, Heifu was sitting in the open space of the military camp. There was a short mulberry wood table in front of him. What a beautiful wooden tablet is placed in front of you, it is already densely covered with words...

Ji Ying, who was sitting on his knees opposite him, gave up and muttered: "I haven't finished what I said yet. Why did it fill up so quickly?"

Heifu was troubled by this chatterbox, but there was nothing he could do about it, because he had brought this trouble on himself.

It turned out that after Heifu's suggestion was adopted by Captain Li You, he ordered that soldiers in each battalion who wanted to send a letter home could prepare their own wooden slips and hand them to the generals and the commander of the camp, and have a literate military officer write them for him. . At that time, the letters will be collected according to the organization and sent back to Nanjun...

Heifu said impatiently: "What you want to say is that now that you have a Duke, you can marry her after returning from the war and ask her not to find other men. Other than that, it's all nonsense, so don't say too much It's better, otherwise, your bride will be scared away if she finds out that you are more eloquent than her."

This kind of "love letter" is the most troublesome: the soldiers have been away from home for too long, and they want to say a lot, very secretly, and even a little obscenely, so they fall into an embarrassing situation of wanting to say it but not daring to say it. My face turned red and I held it in for a long time before I could utter a few words.

Except for Ji Ying, Heifu found that except for the first two greetings in Ji Ying's letter, the rest was all boasting and flirting. It became more and more unpleasant as he wrote it, and he couldn't finish writing.

He handed two wooden slips full of writing to Ji Ying and asked him to wait for the writing on them to dry before tying them up. Ji Ying was a postman after all, so he was certainly very skilled at writing letters. He originally knew how to read, but he coyly said that this letter was to be written to his future wife. He was afraid that his handwriting would be too ugly, so he asked Hei Fu to help.

The result is instantaneous as soon as it is written.

"Don't worry about your family not being able to understand it. They will ask the local officials for help and read out the things in the letter."

As soon as Hei Fu said this, Ji Ying suddenly felt embarrassed. It would be okay if Hei Fu knew some secret things. If he let others know about it, would he not be laughed to death after he returned?

He quickly regretted: "Rewrite, rewrite, I won't say those words anymore!"

"It's too late." Heifu waved his hand and said, "If you don't want it, just write it yourself. I won't help you anymore."

Ji Ying had no choice but to leave in anger. After Hei Fu asked him to finish, he also came to help. Among the more than a hundred people, only Hei Fu, Li Xian, and Gong Ao were literate enough to write letters for others. Ji Ying He Bu Cheng can barely do it, but others can't do it at all.

"Next!"

After sending Ji Ying away, Heifu raised his hand and asked those who were waiting in line to come forward one by one. The entire open space of the military camp was filled with soldiers with excited faces. They were standing or sitting, discussing with each other what they should write in their letters. What.

Not everyone is as talkative as Ji Ying, such as Huaimu from Jingling County. Although he is the village chief, he is illiterate.

Heifu laid out the wooden tablets, sharpened the ink, and moistened the pen. After waiting for a long time, Huaimu was still stammering and looking a little nervous, as if the person he wanted to talk to was sitting across from him.

Thousands of words in daily life, once it is really turned into sentences on a letter, and it is written by someone else, it becomes a bit impossible to say. Perhaps in the eyes of Huaimu, who is not good at expressing, writing a letter to the family seems to be more difficult than conquering the city first.

Hei Fu had to persuade him in every possible way before he started talking.

But once he said it, he couldn't hold it back. He had to worry about not only his two younger brothers who were supposed to be released, but also his newly married wife.

It can be seen that Huaimu is a very family-oriented person. It is hard to imagine that this warrior as strong as iron can say such tender words. But there were too many words and they were disorganized. Heifu could only pick out the important ones to write, and promptly reminded his subordinates who were intoxicated in the narrative that the wooden slips were almost full.

At this time, Huaimu stood up reluctantly, took the wooden slip handed over by Heifu, held it carefully in his hand, looked at it upside down, smiled, and then held it in his arms like a treasure, like a baby. These seal characters will escape if you are not careful.

And the way he looked at Heifu changed from expectation and embarrassment to gratitude and reverence.

Heifu started from a young age, and he understood that for a person who has never learned to write, so many dense gestures are so awe-inspiring.

Not only Huaimu, but also Dongmen Bao. Originally, A Bao could always dominate others in terms of momentum, but when it came to writing, Dongmen Bao's domineering and arrogant disappeared, and he became a man who rubbed his hands and was cautious...

Dongmen Bao was worried about his mother who was in poor health, and spent a lot of time talking about his hope to see his newborn son. He said that after returning home from this battle, he would hold his son high and teach him martial arts from an early age. Let him have enough food and clothing.

Thinking of this, Dongmen Bao couldn't help but burst into laughter. This new father, whose thoughts were all about his son, only vaguely said at the end of the letter that he also missed his wife.

Next was Xiao Tao. He had a stutter and couldn't speak fluently. It took him a long time to hold back the word "father". Xiao Tao was also a person who was very considerate of other people's feelings. He was afraid of delaying the people behind him, so he said that he would not write anymore. Heifu simply stopped writing and said, how about writing it completely for him?

Xiao Tao obeyed Hei Fu's advice and immediately agreed. Hei Fu also knew a little bit about Xiao Tao's family background, so he imitated his tone and asked with concern Xiao Tao's father, who had lost one hand, "Are you okay?" Then he praised Xiao Tao profusely, saying that he fought bravely and that he was now a superior and in charge of ten people in the army.

He also asked Xiaotao's father to raise his head in the house and no longer have to worry about being bullied by anyone!

After finishing writing, Hei Fu read it to Xiao Tao. After reading it, the honest young man pursed his lips and his eyes were red, and bowed to Hei Fu.

"Hundred...what Hundred General wrote is exactly what I want to say!"

Someone has said that happy families are all alike, and every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Heifu felt that this sentence was wrong. Happiness and misfortune are often intertwined and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

The life reflected in each person's words is also different. In just one afternoon, Heifu quickly understood the happiness and misfortune of his subordinates, as if he had traveled through dozens of different lives.

After he stopped writing, the stories of these people still circulated in Heifu's mind like a revolving lantern.

At this time, it was almost dark, and both Li Xian and Gong Ao came over to report that they had written about thirty letters each, and all the soldiers in the camp had received their own letters from home.

Although his arms were sore and a little tired, seeing the soldiers who used to frown because of homesickness, showing off their letters to each other and laughing heartily, Hei Fu felt that this hard work was nothing.

After what I wanted to say in my heart was written down in the family letter, everyone's anxiety seemed to be sent away as well. This can be seen as a way to relieve emotions.

"Next, I just hope that relying on Li You's relationship, I can convince the governor of Nanjun to send these letters to different people in Nanjun's eighteen counties, hundreds of townships, and thousands of villages. "

There is no letter in this world that does not need to be sent.

Every letter home is a longing that must be conveyed.

"It's not just letters from home that are arriving."

Heifu looked at his subordinates and thought to himself: "I will also take you back together when this war is over!"

Each of them is like Heifu, swept up by the general trend of the times and unable to control themselves. They must participate in one war after another, and may die on the battlefield at any time. This fate seems to never have an end in sight.

In the cruel war, they stuck to their identity as warriors, became fierce and violent, and even lost their individuality, trying to become a whole.

But it can be seen from the endless instructions, repeated, and endless inquiries and statements in their home letters. After all, everyone is made of flesh and blood. Amid roughness and heroism, there is also soft humanity and deep family affection. Everyone is unique.

Unknowingly, Heifu suddenly realized that after he came to this era, when he was with his comrades, he was far more than his family...

We are like relatives and uncles are like friends. This sentence has become a reality.

In this war that must be lost in history, Heifu not only wants to save his own life, but also tries to save the lives of hundreds of subordinates.

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Except for Heifu and the others, who are making faster progress, soldiers from several nearby camps are still queuing up and noisily writing letters home. I'm afraid they will be busy until tomorrow.

Heifu also heard that Li You also listened to his advice and personally inspected the camp. In several tents, he deigned to write home letters for a few ordinary soldiers.

Those people were trembling with excitement and knelt down to worship Li You.

In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, the captain was a high-ranking official, but now he lowered his status to greet them, and even wrote a letter home for them kindly. And the beautiful seal script made them feel that sending the letter home would make the whole family look good!

It is conceivable that Li You not only made these people die loyally, but also won the hearts of the Nanjun soldiers.

Of course, many people already knew by this time that it was Hei Fu who persuaded the captain to let everyone write letters home. When Hei Fu went out to use the toilet, he found that there were people in the camp next door who were offering their hands to him from afar.

His new nickname of "Hundred Generals with Family Letters" will be spread among the Nanjun soldiers, but this time, it is full of gratitude and without any joking.

Heifu returned the greeting with a smile. Then, he returned to the open space of the military camp where no one was queuing up. He sat back in a familiar position. Under the last light of the setting sun, he raised his pen, filled it with ink, and began to write the last letter.

This is his own letter home.

"Ding Si of the ninth month, Mr. Hei dares to pay his respects again and ask me. Is my mother okay? Is Zhong and Jing not feeling well? Mr. Hei is not well either. I am in Yangcheng now. I have been fighting for hundreds of years for the captain. The captain treats me well. Very thick..."