But that's all a story later. Now these villagers are all signing military orders with high spirits.

Some elderly people walked to the general with crutches and said, "General, when will the child come back?"

"I will return for three years!" the general said confidently.

"Children, fight hard, we are here to wait for you to come home!" the villagers said to the children of fifteen or sixteen.

The children also nodded firmly with their expressions.

"Look, this is the backbone of the Ming people in our period!" Zhu Xunuo looked at the group of people leaving and spoke.

My eyes did not stay on the young people. On the contrary, my eyes were fixed on the villagers. After these people left, the villagers in the village began to secretly wipe their tears.

Then, every year, there will be people guarding the village entrance, watching the soldiers come back!

But year after year, more than a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter passed, dozens of spring, summer, autumn and winter passed, these people turned into corpses, bones, and soil, and did not expect the young man to come back.

Some people in the village have been reincarnated, but every household has left a soul, guarding here and unwilling to leave.

The ghosts that I left behind were the ones Zhu Xunuo and I saw, and these ghosts are now!

"Fifteenth, the army was sent to the army, and at the age of eighty, I was able to return. I met the villagers: Who is there at home? From a distance, it is the family of your family, and there are pine and cypress tombs. Rabbits enter from the dog's dove, and pheasants fly from the beam. The atrium grows from the veil valley, and the well produces sunflowers. The rice is pounded and the sunflowers are kept as they are picked. The rice is picked and the soup is cooked for a while, and I don't know who the sugar is! When I go out to look east, tears fall and my clothes are touched."

There was nowhere to know where a sad ancient poem sounded. When the ghosts present heard the ancient poem, they all lowered their heads and wiped their tears.

The people in the poem went back at least, but they didn't see their family members. However, these Ming soldiers did not come back.

"Strange, this village is not Hongcheng!" I looked at the scene transformed by the ghost in the middle of the hall and spoke.

"How did you know?"

"We have many hills in the south, and there are endless plains and grasslands!" I said, pointing to the village.

"It is the northernmost. The original fief of my ancestor, King Ning, was in the northernmost!" Zhu Xunuo said: "It was later Zhu Di who brought my ancestors under house arrest in Xijiang."

"That's it!" After hearing this, I frowned. These ghosts were obviously in the north, so why did they all run to Hongcheng again?

Just as I was confused, a ghost floated across the center of the stage, and said quietly: "A hundred years later~"

As the newspaper ended, the scene in the air changed again, and the entire Junko turned into a dilapidated grassland, and the ghosts waiting for their relatives were still dancing on the grassland.

"Brother Jianqing, that, that person..." At this moment, Zhu Xunuo saw someone who shocked her very much. She stretched out her hand and pointed at the entrance of the village, and said with great excitement.

I looked in the direction of Zhu Xunuo's fingers and saw a middle-aged man wearing a red robe and beautiful bearded hard to walk. He was wearing a white package on his back and holding a compass in his hand, and came to this place.
Chapter completed!