The Great Qin Empire---Qin Li

"Stop! Stop! The wooden slip can't hold any more!"

In mid-September, on a bright and cool day, Heifu sat in the open space of the military camp, with a short-legged mulberry wood table in front of him. He held a brush in his hand, and on the right was a simple inkstone and a piece of charcoal ink of poor quality. Two pieces of wooden slips that were not well cut were placed in front of him, which were already densely written with words...

Ji Ying, who was kneeling opposite him, was fed up and muttered, "I haven't finished talking yet, how come it's filled up so quickly."

Heifu was very annoyed by this chatterbox, but he had no choice because he asked for this job.

It turned out that after Heifu's suggestion was adopted by the captain Li You, he ordered that soldiers in each camp, if they wanted to send a letter home, could prepare their own wooden slips and hand them over to the generals and the garrison commanders, and let the literate military officers write for them. At that time, the letters will be collected according to the organization and sent back to Nanjun by someone...

Heifu said impatiently: "What you want to say is nothing more than that you have obtained the title of Duke and you can marry her after the battle, so she should not look for other men. Other than that, it's all nonsense. It's better not to say too much, otherwise, your new wife will find that you are more talkative than her and she will be scared away."

This kind of "love letter" is the most troublesome: the soldiers have been away from home for too long, and they have a lot to say, which is very secretive and even a little obscene, so they fall into an awkward situation where they want to say something but dare not say it. They have to blush in front of Heifu for a long time before they can utter a few words.

Only Ji Ying is an exception. Heifu found that except for the first two greetings, Ji Ying's letter is full of boasting and flirting. It became more and more unbearable to hear later, and he couldn't write anymore.

He handed two wooden tablets filled with writing to Ji Ying, and asked him to tie them up after the writing dried. Ji Ying was a postman after all, so he was very skilled at sealing letters. He could read a little, but he said hesitantly that the letter was to be written to his future wife, and he was afraid that his handwriting was too ugly, so he asked Hei Fu for help.

As a result, he wrote for a moment.

"Don't worry that your family won't understand it, they will ask the village officials to help and read out the things in the letter."

When Hei Fu said this, Ji Ying suddenly felt embarrassed. It was okay for Hei Fu to know some secret things, but if he let the villagers know, wouldn't he be laughed at when he returned?

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

"It's too late." Hei Fu waved him away, "If you don't want it, write it yourself. I won't help you anymore."

Ji Ying had to leave in a huff. Hei Fu asked him to come and help after he finished. Among the more than 100 people, only Hei Fu, Li Xian, and Gong Ao were literate enough to help write letters. Ji Ying and Bu Cheng could barely do it, but the others were completely unable to do it.

"Next!"

After sending Ji Ying away, Hei Fu raised his hand and asked the people who were queuing behind him to come forward one by one. The whole open space of the military camp was filled with excited soldiers. They were standing or sitting, discussing with each other what to write in their letters.

Not everyone is as talkative as Ji Ying, such as Huai Mu from Jingling County. Although he is the head of the village, he is illiterate.

Heifu arranged the wooden tablets, ground the ink, moistened the brush, and waited for a long time. Huaimu still stuttered and looked a little embarrassed, as if the person he wanted to talk to was sitting opposite him.

Once the thousands of words he said in daily life were turned into sentences on the letter, and the words were written by someone else, it would be difficult to say them. Perhaps in the eyes of Huaimu, who was not good at expressing himself, writing a letter to his family seemed to be more difficult than conquering the city first.

Heifu had to persuade him in every way before he started talking.

But he couldn't stop talking. He was concerned about not only the two 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 such tender and warm words can come from the mouth of this iron-like strong warrior. But there were too many words and they were messy and disorderly. Heifu could only write the important ones and remind his subordinates who were immersed in the narration in time that the wooden tablet was almost full.

At this time, Huaimu reluctantly stood up, took the wooden tablet handed over by Heifu, held it carefully in his hands, looked at it upside down, smiled, and then put it in his arms like a treasure, as if the seal characters would escape if he was not careful.

And the look he gave Heifu changed from expectation and embarrassment to gratitude and admiration.

Heifu came from a humble background, and he understood how awe-inspiring so many dense gestures were for someone who had never learned to write.

Not only Huaimu, but also Dongmen Bao. Ah Bao always had the upper hand over others, but when it came to writing, Dongmen Bao's domineering and tyrannical nature disappeared, and he became a man rubbing his hands and being 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, teach him martial arts from an early age, and let him have no worries about food and clothing.

Thinking of this, Dongmen Bao couldn't help laughing. This new father who was full of his son only said at the end of the letter that he missed his wife.

Next was Xiao Tao. He was a stutterer and stammered incoherently. It took him a long time to spit out the word "father". Xiao Tao was also a person who cared about other people's feelings. He was afraid of delaying the people behind him, so he said that he would not write anymore. Hei Fu simply stopped writing and said that it would be better for him to write for him completely.

Xiao Tao obeyed Hei Fu's words and agreed immediately. Hei Fu also had a little understanding of Xiao Tao's family background, so he imitated his tone and asked Xiao Tao's father, who had a disabled hand, "Is he okay?" Then he praised Xiao Tao a lot, saying that he fought bravely and was now a senior official, managing ten people in the army.

He also told Xiao Tao's father that he could hold his head up in the neighborhood in the future and no longer be afraid of being bullied by anyone!

After writing, Heifu read it to Xiaotao. After reading, the honest young man pursed his lips, his eyes were red, and he bowed to Heifu.

"What Bai... Baijiang wrote is what I want to say!"

Someone once said that happy families are all the same, and unhappy families have their own misfortunes.

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

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

After stopping writing, the stories of these people still lingered in Heifu's mind like a revolving lantern.

At this time, it was almost dark. Li Xian and Gong Ao came to report that they had each written about 30 letters, and the soldiers in the camp had received their own family letters.

Although his arms were sore and he was a little tired, he felt that this little bit of hardship was nothing when he saw the soldiers who used to frown and feel homesick, each holding their own letters to show off to each other and laughing heartily.

After the words in his heart were written in the letters, everyone's anxiety seemed to be sent away at the same time. This can be regarded as a way to vent emotions.

"Next, I just hope that with Li You's relationship, I can convince the governor of Nanjun to deliver these letters to the post office and the courier, and send them to the 18 counties, hundreds of townships, thousands of villages, and different people in Nanjun."

In this world, there is no letter that does not need to be sent.

Every letter home is a thought that must be conveyed.

"It's not just the letters that need to be sent home."

Hei Fu looked at his subordinates and thought to himself, "I will take you back with me when this war ends!"

Like Hei Fu, each of them was swept up by the trend of the times and had no choice but to participate in one war after another. They could die on the battlefield at any time. This fate seemed to have no end in sight.

In the cruel war, they adhered to their identity as warriors, became fierce and irritable, and even obliterated their own personality, trying to become a whole.

But it can be seen from the repeated, endless inquiries and narrations in their letters home. After all, everyone is flesh and blood. In the rough and heroic, there is also soft humanity and strong family affection. Everyone is unique.

Unconsciously, Hei Fu suddenly realized that after he came to this era, he had been with his comrades far more than his family...

The saying that the ten-five is like relatives, and the soldiers are like friends has become a reality.

In this battle that was doomed to fail in history, Hei Fu not only had to save his own life, but also the lives of hundreds of his subordinates.

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Except for Hei Fu and his team, who were making rapid progress, the soldiers in several nearby camps were still queuing up and noisily writing letters home, and they might have to work until tomorrow.

Hei Fu also heard that Li You also listened to his advice, personally inspected the camp, and condescended to write letters home for several ordinary soldiers in several tents.

Those people were so excited that they trembled all over 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 kindly wrote letters home for them. And the beautiful seal script made them feel that after sending the letters home, they could make the whole family proud!

It can be imagined that Li You not only made these people loyal to death, but also won the hearts of the soldiers in Nanjun.

Of course, many people knew that it was Heifu who persuaded the captain to let everyone write letters home. When Heifu went out to use the toilet, he found that someone in the next camp was bowing to him from a distance.

His new nickname "Family Letter Hundred General" will spread among the soldiers of Nanjun, but this time, it is full of gratitude and no jokes.

Heifu smiled and returned the greeting. Then, he returned to the empty space in the military camp where no one was queuing, sat back in his familiar position, and in the last glow of the setting sun, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write the last letter.

This is his own letter home.

"On the 20th day of the 9th month, Heifu dared to bow again and ask Zhong, is your mother well? Are Zhong and Jing well? Heifu is also well. Now I am in Yangcheng, serving as the captain's short soldier 100 commander, and the captain treats me very well..."