Is this what my dad taught her?

When Yang Jing heard Niu Niu ask this question, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"That was taught to me by Miss Jun's master," he said.

Niuniu sat on a rock and looked down the mountain.

"Uncle Yang, everyone knows who her master is, but my mother doesn't recognize him, and you don't dare to recognize him either." She said, and paused, "Uncle Yang, don't worry, I won't say it in front of my mother."

Yes, now it’s not a question of whether or not, but whether to admit it or not, Yang Jing smiled bitterly.

"Niuniu is the most sensible." he said.

Niuniu lowered her head.

"So what if I'm sensible?" she murmured, "My father doesn't want me either."

Yang Jing suddenly looked uneasy.

"That's not the case," he said quickly.

They wanted to say something but didn't know how to comfort them. Just when they were at a loss, someone came running down the mountain, saw them from a distance and raised his hand.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, come and see." He shouted, his voice trembling with excitement, "Miss Jun said she wants to replace the iron foot."

If you hear this somewhere else, it would sound like a joke.

How can a person's feet be changed at will? But Yang Jing immediately became excited when he heard this.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, it's true. Just now, Miss Jun went to deliver medicine to Lao Lai's wife and met Tiejiao. When she saw Tiejiao's foot, she suddenly said that it was time to change it. This foot band had been worn for too long." The man shouted at the bottom of the mountain, waved to Yang Jing, and turned around and ran, "Everyone went to take a look."

Yang Jing also hurried down the mountain, and after a few steps he turned back.

"Niuniu, let me go take a look first." he said.

Niu Niu nodded at him, watched Yang Jing run down the mountain, and then looked into the distance and saw that there were many people in the village running in one direction.

Change your feet.

Why is Uncle Iron Legs called Iron Legs? She has known this story since she was a child. It was a brutal battle, but like any other time, they still won. As long as there is a battle, there will be injuries, and Uncle Iron Legs lost a leg.

Uncle Iron Legs was sad because he had become a cripple, and his father said, "It's just one leg. If he makes you another one, you will be able to stand up and walk. Don't try to be lazy and run away."

Then my father really made a foot and put it on Uncle Iron Foot.

From then on, Uncle Iron Legs could continue to walk, ride a horse, draw a bow and shoot arrows to kill enemies.

But these were stories told by adults, like the other stories that every child grows up to know, and her father had stories about them.

The reason she told the story was because she had never seen it with her own eyes.

In her impression, Uncle Tiejiao was just a skinny and taciturn middle-aged man who sat on crutches every day, couldn't even herd sheep, and could only do the work that women do, such as picking wild fruits and drying wild vegetables.

She couldn't imagine this man riding a horse and shooting arrows to kill his enemies.

Dad made him a foot, and now Miss Jun said she would change his foot. Dad is very powerful, and Miss Jun is also very powerful.

Miss Jun is so beautiful, so smart, and so capable, everyone likes her.

Niu Niu lowered her head to look at her hands, then slowly raised her hands to cover her face. She could feel the bumps and depressions on her face even through the layer of cloth.

She stood up and ran into the woods, startling the birds and rabbits in the forest.

…

A few sharp bird calls came from a distance. It was the message from the secret sentry outside the village. Hearing the long and two short calls, the children who were sitting on the ground pulling grass roots jumped up.

"Here comes the peddler's cart."

They shouted loudly and ran towards the road in joy.

Three horse-drawn carriages stopped at the entrance of the village surrounded by children. Xia Yong's wife and the other women also took the carriages. Although the men who had returned from work did not gather around, they also stopped and squatted on the boulders to chat and laugh.

"There is no food this time." said a peddler.

This is what Miss Jun said. The rewards sent regularly for the guards to train were previously food and drink.

It doesn’t matter if they don’t send any. They are used to being frugal in their daily lives, and the rice, grains, vegetables and meat sent in the past few times are enough for them to eat until the New Year.

"Because winter is coming, I'm sending some cloth and silk so that everyone can make winter clothes." The peddler continued as he pulled open the cover on the cart to reveal the colorful cloth.

The bright fabrics of the new clothes were like rare treasures to the children and women. Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamations at the entrance of the village, and the children gathered around and touched the fabrics with their hands.

Unlike what they were used to wearing, the fabrics were smooth and delicate.

"Take your dirty hands away."

The women hurriedly scolded the children, protected the cloth on the cart, and inspected the scene with difficulty trying to hide their joy.

"Is this for making a quilt? That's such a waste."

“There are too many. How can we finish them?”

"Auntie is good at sewing and can do it quickly. Let her help."

The chattering and discussion continued for a moment.

The men who were originally squatting or sitting couldn't help but stick their heads over to look, and there was constant laughter and joy at the village entrance.

"Come to think of it, it seems like I haven't worn new clothes in a long time."

The woman's soft voice echoed from behind.

This woman seldom came down the mountain, and Miss Jun was very surprised to hear the news.

"Auntie Xiao." She turned around and shouted happily, "You are here."

The woman smiled.

"My last name is Xiao, and my given name is Zhi," she said.

This was the time to introduce myself, and Miss Jun quickly straightened her expression and saluted.

"Jun Jiuling." she said.

"Thank you for your trouble." Xiao Wei said with a smile, "We have never been so happy."

Miss Jun hurriedly shook her head and said she was not worthy of the title, then hesitated and looked at the medicine box.

"Teacher's wife..." she said, reaching for the handwritten note.

Xiao Wei reached out and held her back.

"I told you my name so that you can call me by my name," she said, "and I want to thank you for your sincere feelings towards us. As for other things, let's not talk about it."

It still doesn't work, but it's much better than the previous rejection. Don't worry, they have been waiting for more than ten years, and I have only been waiting for a month. Take your time. Miss Jun withdrew her hand and nodded with a smile.

The women over there also saw Xiao Zhi and greeted her with smiles. Xiao Zhi smiled at Miss Jun and walked away.

Miss Jun did not follow him, but picked up the medicine box and went up the mountain.

Most of the toys could be delivered from the city, but in order not to make the villagers feel uncomfortable, she spent a lot of time collecting herbs in the mountains, and by the way, she also got to know how many toys her master had hidden in the Zhangqing Mountains.

Toys refer to hidden weapons and secret formations, many of which have been damaged. Miss Jun rearranged them just as she saw her master do it.

Putting down a tube of bamboo arrows, Miss Jun sat on a rock to rest for a moment. She heard a rustling sound behind her. She turned around and saw the masked girl standing behind the tree.

"Niuniu." She stood up with a smile.

"History." The girl said suddenly.

Her voice was soft and she spoke quickly. Miss Jun was stunned for a moment and didn't understand.

"My name is Zhao Hanqing." The girl said again, this time a little louder.

Today was really great. Both of them were willing to approach her, and Miss Jun smiled even more brightly.

"My name is Jun Jiuling," she said, kneeling down to greet the girl.

Although the girl looked timid, she still kneeled down subconsciously to return the greeting.

Her movements were awkward, and it was obvious that she seldom greeted people, but they were still very proper, and it was obvious that she had been taught.

"Please sit down." Miss Jun pointed to the rocks beside her.

Zhao Hanqing did not come over. Instead, he held the tree trunk with his hand and raised his eyes slightly to look at her.

"What is he like?" she asked.