The Multiverse Starting from White Deer Plain

There were no more twists and turns on the way back to Bai's Cloth Shop on Qinghe Street.

At sunset, Bai Gui returned home.

A brazier was set up at home.

Placed at the door.

"If you don't go home before dark, you should step over the brazier before going home to avoid getting any dirty things outside."

"Mom, I only have a son like you, so be careful in everything."

Bai Li said.

On Qingming Festival, the door of hell opens wide. She had heard some stories. Some men or women with insufficient yang energy did not have time to go home before dark, and their bodies were stained with dirt. The next day, they behaved differently than usual. The neighbors were puzzled and asked for help. Only a Taoist priest or an eminent monk would know that a ghost is possessed.

Although her son Bai Fugui is the top scholar in martial arts, with a tall body and strong blood, it is better to be careful in everything. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. .

"Okay, I'll step over the brazier and come in again."

Bai Gui nodded, took it off and threw it from the brazier to his home, then stepped over and landed firmly on the threshold.

Although he knew that ordinary ghosts would not dare to provoke him, it was better to follow the family's wishes for this trivial matter, and there would be no harm in it.

Entered the door.

The brazier was not extinguished.

"A few years ago, I heard that you accepted Marshal Han as your teacher, and I was very happy. Don't joke about my weak-mindedness. After all, he was Marshal Han. We have climbed to the top. From now on, our family status will be different. When we compile the genealogy, , can give you a little more confidence and glory..."

"But you plan to join the army this autumn, and I hate you. I hate myself for why I didn't stop you then..."

"But this is your ambition. Your master has taught you for so many years, so you have to go."

Bai Li held Bai Gui's hand and sat on the chair, crying and wiping her tears, "I discussed it with the Tang family a few days ago to set an auspicious date as soon as possible to complete your marriage to Wan'er..."

"The auspicious day will be ten days from now."

"These days, no matter what, you have to leave a grandson for your mother. You can be considered as good at choosing someone. Now is the time for Wan'er to have children. If you choose someone who is younger, how will you let your mother live?"

she babbled.

These words made Bai Gui's ears tingle after hearing these words for the past few days.

"Mom, don't worry. I am Cheng Zhonglang of the ninth grade, and I am also a boy boy from the boy's department. Now I still have the civil service title of school secretary. I will join the army and I will not be a big soldier. Then At least he is a commander. This is just preliminary experience. After one or two years, it will not be difficult to be promoted to the rank of Marquis of Yu, the military capital, the commander of the military capital, or even a higher official."

Bai Gui sighed and explained patiently.

He is a martial arts champion and a young boy. With his qualifications, he is extremely popular. Even in the Song Dynasty, which valued civil servants and despised military officers, he would not be looked down upon at all.

At the same time, if he joins the army, he will only go to the Imperial Army.

The Forbidden Army is organized into four levels: compartment, army, battalion and capital. There are 100 people in the capital, and the camp governs five capitals, the army governs five battalions, and the compartment governs ten armies.

The commander envoy was in charge of the camp, which consisted of five hundred people.

The commander of the military capital and Yuhou, the military capital, were in charge of an army of 2,500 people.

And this... is only the official position that Bai Gui has achieved.

You must know that Han Shizhong, the former privy envoy (the largest military attaché in the Song Army), was Bai Gui's teacher. Even though Han Shizhong lived in seclusion, he still had many old friends in the Forbidden Army.

If you have background and qualifications, your promotion will not be slow.

In addition, for a middle-level general like Bai Gui from the army, the chance of being killed in battle is very slim.

"The golden man is so scary."

"There are less than ten thousand Jurchens, they are invincible! If you go to hunt for gold, who knows what might go wrong."

Bai Li said with lingering fear.

Although she was born in Lin'an Prefecture and had never seen a Jin person, the entire Jiangnan people were already afraid of the Jin people. How could women and children like her not be frightened when they heard the Jin people's bad reputation.

"I didn't say I wouldn't marry."

"Mom..., then it's up to you to worry about this matter."

Bai Guidao.

He doesn't mind getting a wife sooner or later.

Now that he has decided to join the army this autumn, according to the usual practice at this time, it is common sense to get married as soon as possible and leave his bloodline. No matter how many truths there are, they are no bigger than a line of family inheritance.

…

The next day.

Bai Gui went to the home of Li Qingzhao, a layman in Yi'an, to play horse racing.

By the way, recite poems and write poems.

In the past six years, he would take time out from time to time to go to Li Qingzhao's home to play cards with Li Qingzhao for entertainment.

First, Bai Gui needs to rely on Li Qingzhao's reputation to pave the way for himself. Secondly, Li Qingzhao was very kind to Bai Gui and regarded him as his son-in-law. Li Qingzhao was childless and alone, so Bai Gui naturally wanted to accompany his "adopted mother".

Well, in the fifteenth year of Shaoxing, that is, three years ago, Li Qingzhao saw that Bai Gui was really well-behaved and smart, so he asked the Bai Li family and accepted Bai Gui as his adopted son.

Bai Gui has no good reason to evade.

In addition, Yi'an layman Li Qingzhao takes enough care of him on weekdays.

I could only go along with the flow and agreed.

He didn't mind much about the little things about his name.

"Little rich man..."

"I heard that you are getting married? This is the dowry that the godmother saved. She has lost some in poker over the years, but it is still a lot. I will order it to be delivered to your home later. It is considered as a gift from the godmother to you. .”

After the horse racing was over, Li Qingzhao took a sip of tea from the cup, pointed at the dowry hidden in a pile of mahogany boxes next to the dressing table, and said with a smile.

Li Qingzhao, a layman in Yi'an, was born into a wealthy family. His father, Li Gefei, was a student of Su Shi and he was a member of the Ministry of Rites. The mother is the eldest daughter of Prime Minister Wang Gui. The husband she married, Zhao Mingcheng, was also from a wealthy family. After the two people accumulated wealth, they were extremely rich.

"Thank you godmother."

Bai Gui twisted the horse chess piece, thinking about the way to hit the horse just now. Hearing this, he nodded and thanked.

It's just a small amount of money, Li Qingzhao doesn't care, and he won't refuse. Anyway, now Li Qingzhao has no other relatives except his adopted son.

"By the way, when I went to Jade Emperor Summit yesterday, I picked a Begonia flower. This flower blooms well and is quite spiritual. It is also good for making scented tea."

"My son borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha, and I will give them to you, my godmother."

Bai Gui put down the horse chess piece, took out a jade box from his sleeve, handed it to Li Qingzhao, and said.

This begonia flower was collected by him in the Tianbai Garden of Penglai Cave in the Tang Dynasty. It is a spiritual herb. Although it cannot prolong life for a hundred years, it can still eliminate diseases in the body through the spiritual power of the flower.

As for his parents, Han Shizhong and others in this world, he also secretly used spiritual herbs to help them recuperate their bodies.

"The begonia flowers are blooming so beautifully."

"You want to make it into flower tea?"

Li Qingzhao shook her head slightly and smiled tiredly. She yawned, then dried the crabapple flowers in a stove, and then made them into crabapple tea in the same way as scented tea.

She is now very old and often feels cold, so even though it is late spring, there is still a heater in the room.

Not long after, a pot of scented tea was brewed by Li Qingzhao.

Two people drink tea.

"My godmother's poem Ru Meng Ling was well written, and my son loved it."

Bai Gui pointed to Li Qingzhao's handwriting posted in the room, giving some pointers.

"My godmother's things don't belong to you."

"You have such filial piety..."

"It seems that he wants to exchange the crabapple flower for my crabapple flower."

Li Qingzhao shook his head and chuckled, his words already showing approval.

While she was talking, she drank a cup of scented tea. She didn't feel much at first, just the scent of the scented tea was overwhelming. But the more she drank, the more she felt that the coldness in her body was being driven away.