Chapter 809 Before Departure

"Don't worry, you are blessed with good fortune and will live a long life!"

At this point, he suddenly discovered that there were two white strands on Mrs. Ying's black temple hair.

Although she is well-maintained and has no wrinkles on her face, she is still in her thirties.

Mrs. Ying took out a small jade Ruyi and put it into his hand: "Take it, keep it safe."

He Yue said with a smile: "Yeah, mother took out all the treasures in the dowry."

Mrs. Ying gave him a look that made her realize: "Are you my son? Why are you so talkative than a teenage girl?"

Then she solemnly told He Lingchuan: "You must be careful when entering the Panlong Desert, it is not a good place! And -"

She paused for a moment: "I know you are very capable, you have to take good care of your father, and both of you will come back safely!"

There was unconcealable worry in her eyes.

I always feel that something ominous is happening later, alas! But she couldn't stop it.

"Don't worry, I am." He Lingchuan looked at her carefully and said slowly, "I will try my best."

At this moment, he felt mixed emotions.

After all, He Chunhua is still the backbone of this family. Everyone in the family is concerned about his safety, including He Lingchuan's original body.

In a native family, there are always inextricable ties that are constantly being cut, and they are not affected by human will at all.

It's not easy to wield the sword of wisdom to cut off the thread of love.

This love word is more than just love.

In the end, how many people in the mortal world can really see through and cut off?

He sighed secretly, turned to his second brother and said, "Second brother, you are now the man in charge of the family, so you have to take good care of me!"

He Yue nodded seriously: "Brother, have a nice trip."

The two brothers looked at each other speechless, and seemed to have a thousand words to say.

Finally, He Lingchuan patted his second brother on the shoulder, laughed, mounted the blue sheep, and the team set off.

Before turning the corner, he turned around and saw Mrs. Ying and He Yue still standing there, looking at him steadily.

He waved to his family and smiled broadly.

This time, it's not goodbye.

And the highlight of his trip back to China has finally begun.

￥￥￥￥￥

In the eastern suburbs of Tu County, the Yuan Army camp is located.

The rebellion in the south has basically been put down, and the few remaining bandits who have escaped are no longer a concern.

The Yuan Army will enter Takichuan regularly to wipe out remaining rebels.

However, the work after the war was not easy at all, and Tu County was also He Chunhua's territory. He began to take over local government affairs, so he was so busy that he hit the back of his head all day long.

This is also the norm for Manager He. His people are often nowhere to be found when reporting in the camp.

But only tonight, He Chunhua put down all his affairs and returned to his tent. He ordered people to set up a tribute table, cook three animals, including pigs, cattle and sheep, and made forty-eight bowls of meat and vegetables, filling two tables.

He himself was dressed in white and plain, and he respectfully placed the spiritual tablets on the tribute table and offered incense.

Today is another family memorial day for the He family.

In the past, the four members of the family would celebrate this memorial day together; this time, he was leading troops to fight, so he had to offer sacrifices by himself.

According to his current rank, he couldn't afford a major sacrifice, but He Chunhua ignored this at all. After the offerings were served, he drove everyone away, leaving only Zhao Qinghe as his attendant.

The He family's family sacrifice was always a sad day. He Chunhua knelt down and kowtowed while murmuring.

When Zhao Qinghe heard this, he told his ancestors the latest battle reports one by one.

"Finally I'm back in Yuan City, and finally I am the only one who can't help Yuan City." He Chunhua put his head on the ground, "Ancestors, parents, brothers and sisters, from now on we must not only regain our momentum, but also shine our lintel!"

The prayer was recited for a long time, and when he stood up, the blood from his forehead flowed to his neck.

Zhao Qinghe quickly took a soft towel to wipe away his blood.

He Chunhua didn't care and smiled: "Bring me some wine. On the day of the great victory, I want to drink with my family."

This is a violation of the precept, because the He family never drinks alcohol on the day of ancestor worship. But Zhao Qinghe didn't know that and immediately ordered someone to bring two jars of fine wine.

The bayberry wine produced locally in Takigawa is sweet and refreshing, but has a lot of staying power.

He Chunhua sat down and faced the spiritual tablet. He drank while saluting, and when he raised his neck, he drank a bowl.

In the blink of an eye, both jars were empty, and he asked Zhao Qinghe to get more wine.

"Sir, you have drunk a lot." Zhao Qinghe had already felt that He Chunhua's state was a little abnormal tonight.

He Chunhua waved his hand: "Go and get the wine!"

Zhao Qinghe had no choice but to comply.

Tonight the moon shines on the Taki River, and frogs and insects chirp outside the tent. He Chunhua ate until he was very drunk, then suddenly dropped the wine bowl and burst into tears!

The heart-piercing cries and wails, full of unspeakable pain and sorrow, shocked Zhao Qinghe at once.

Mr. He, what's going on?

He finally came to his senses and quickly set up a soundproof barrier. However, He Chunhua's previous cries had already spread, and many soldiers nearby heard them.

Zhao Qinghe tried to persuade him twice, but He Chunhua ignored him. He hugged the table leg and cried with snot and tears.

He has never seen his Lord lose his temper like this before. Is this extremely sad?

It would be awkward to stay any longer, so Zhao Qinghe had no choice but to withdraw from the tent, leaving He Chunhua alone with his ancestors.

The soldiers passing by outside the tent craned their necks to look here. Zhao Qinghe shouted: "What are you doing standing around? Have you got nothing to do?"

Hula, everyone dispersed like birds and beasts.

Zhao Qinghe wandered outside for half an hour before opening the curtain again and walking in.

But he saw that one of the altar tables had been smashed, the food was knocked to the ground, and He Chunhua was lying on the ground and fell asleep, with his head leaning on the table leg. His face was scratched in several places by broken porcelain pieces, and his eyes were swollen like walnuts.

It was not good for others to see him in this state, so Zhao Qinghe fetched water to wash his face, and then helped him to the camp bed.

He Chunhua opened his eyes in a daze and asked him: "Chuan'er... I am sorry for you! Do you blame me?"

Zhao Qinghe was speechless.

How should he answer the master's family affairs?

But Lord He has always been very good to his eldest son, and he didn't know what "sorry" there was.

"But I can't help it!" He Chunhua said again, "I was at the end of my rope at that time, but I still had to live, and I had to avenge all the old and young in my family... You must not blame me, right!"

He pulled Zhao Qinghe's arm hard, and the last few words were almost gnashed. The latter knew that he couldn't reason with a drunkard, so he had to nod: "Yes, yes!"

He responded several times, and He Chunhua exhaled a breath of alcohol heavily, and finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

...

The next morning, when Zhao Qinghe went to see He Chunhua, the latter was being dressed and tied up by his personal soldiers.

He was full of vigor and spirit, and looked very different from the drunkard with disheveled hair the night before.

He smiled at Zhao Qinghe and said, "You are here. I drank too much last night. Did I say anything nonsense?"

Zhao Qinghe was startled when he saw his burning eyes, and immediately said, "No."

He Chunhua turned around: "Really?"

"You kept asking Butler Wu to bring more wine."

He Chunhua sighed: "I was so ugly after being drunk, and I still had a headache this morning. This wine is really not a good thing."