It is impossible not to say that although Uncle Ai is just a chief manager of the Yan family, he has a broad vision. Even the head of an ordinary family, even the master, cannot be compared with him.

He passed through Jiujiang once and saw through all my previous ideas.

Indeed, the people who stopped Pei Yuanxiu tried to retain Shen Xiaokun's strength as much as possible. Later, they introduced Wei Ningyuan to meet Shen Xiaokun in Jiujiang, so that they could meet with each other and the military to manage the forces near Jiujiang. They did have the consideration of preparing for the overall situation in the future. I did not think about who to help or suppress who to really fight a war, and helping anyone is wrong, and saving anyone is right. I just hope that fewer ginseng will enter the war, so that the spread of the war will be as little as possible and as slow as possible.

The people are the real victims of war, and those who hold great power should not speak lightly about war.

At this time, I asked softly again: "Su Su, then are you willing to stay?"

She looked at me with her big eyes open, remained silent for a long time, and stood up and looked at me with a deep blessing: "I wish to send you to the young lady."

I hurriedly reached out to help her up. Seeing her young and childish eyes but already dull, I felt sad in my heart. I also made up my mind to treat Uncle Ai’s granddaughter well!

.

Unexpectedly, although I made up my mind to treat Susu well to compensate her for losing her father in childhood, and now she has lost her only relative and is lonely, I didn't expect that she must be the one who took care of me when I left her.

After finishing the temple in Qishan Village, when she got home on the first day, she rolled up her sleeves and cleaned up the inside and out of the house. I had already received a large gift from Uncle Ai, and the relative money was relatively relaxed. After giving Su Su a little money, she basically replaced the furniture.

Although this is a bit big, the pickup in the house is indeed much more regular. She specially invited people to build a small house next to the inner room. She collected it in a warehouse for collecting goods and embroidery racks and other tools that she didn't usually use. The small bed outside was freed up and naturally became her territory.

Li'er and I were still sleeping soundly in the morning, and the girl had already gotten up and went to the kitchen to be busy. When I heard the sound, the table had steaming hot chicken porridge and various side dishes.

What a quick girl!

I was so surprised that I walked out and said, "You did all this?!"

"Yes. Miss, I don't know what you and Miss Sun taste, so I made some casually. If you like something, tell me and I will make it in the future."

I couldn't help but sigh: "You're so hard."

Su Su put down a plate of side dishes and said, "Grandpa often says, what kind of people, what kind of hard work is."

I was stunned when I heard it.

This sentence is simple, but many principles are included. Just as everyone has their own life, their own experience, and their own Shura field.

If she didn't work so hard, she would have other hardships. This is how life is.

Thinking of this, I smiled, and Li'er also got up and finished washing up. When he saw a table of dishes, he immediately climbed onto the stool happily. As soon as he picked up the bowl, he suddenly raised his nose and sniffed: "Yeah, what's the smell? It smells so good!"

Su Su said, "Miss Sun, it's the walnut cheese I made for you."

"Walnut cheese! I haven't drunk it for a long time!"

Su Su said: "I'm afraid it's going to get better soon. I'll go and watch the fire."

After saying that, she turned around and went to the kitchen.

I originally wanted to stop her and let her eat something first, but looking at her almost eager and busy back, I couldn't speak.

Actually, I know that when my relatives left, she is empty now. Maybe she was a little numb in the first few days, but if she really calmed down, the loss and emptiness would become more and more obvious. If she was not busy and didn’t find anything to fill the time and thoughts, the sadness of people will really begin and will swallow people.

So, I didn't say anything, just sat down and picked up the spoon and took a sip. The chicken porridge was cooked very well, the shredded chicken melted in the mouth, and the faint onion and ginger smelled strong and fragrant, making people feel particularly comfortable.

I was drinking, but when I saw Li'er next to me holding a bowl, drinking and looking at me.

These days, because I was busy with Uncle Ai’s funeral, I ignored her. Seeing her now, I asked, “Lier, what are you watching me do?”

Li'er took a big mouthful of porridge in her mouth, swallowed it, thought for a while, and said, "Mom, why is it not good to fight?"

I was stunned for a moment - how could she ask this question?

"Li'er, why did you ask your mother about this?"

"That day in front of the spirit, Li'er heard what my mother and Sister Su Su said, but Li'er couldn't understand it. But Li'er seemed to understand something."

"Oh? What did you understand?"

"Mom doesn't like fighting, mom doesn't want people to fight."

I looked at her with great interest: "You ask, is it because you think it's okay to fight?"

She put the spoon on her lower lip, thought for a while, and said, "Mom, my dad has invited a gentleman to tell me a book before. Aunt Ruoshi and Aunt Zitong have also told me many stories, all of which are very old stories."

"Then what?"

"Well, Li'er has heard many stories about war and many heroes." She said, her eyes lit up: "Some heroes can drive mountains! Some heroes can sweep across thousands of troops!"

I couldn't help but smile. I couldn't tell that this little girl was still a slut, so excited to mention the great hero.

"so what?"

"So..." She looked at me and whispered: "Li'er thinks there is nothing scary about fighting."

I smiled, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a little scrambled eggs, put them in her bowl, and said slowly: "Li'er thinks that heroic power is a great thing to sweep away the thousand troops, right? What if he swept over the thousand troops and cut off his mother's head?"

Li'er suddenly showed a fearful expression and looked at me with his eyes wide open.

I looked at her, too: "This is war."

She was stunned for a while, shook her head and murmured, "No. Mom, don't go to war!"

"Then," I said slowly, "The second uncle of the Zhao family, his head was chopped off, okay?"

Li'er trembled again and immediately shook her head: "No! Uncle Second is a good person. He came to help me catch fish the day before yesterday and promised to make a kite for me in spring!"

"So, what about Aunt Yunxiang? Or Uncle Gou Er? There is Xiaozhuzi from the village chief's house, or Dagang from the entrance of the village?"

As I said, she shook her head vigorously: "No. They don't want to go, and no one Li Er knows goes to war!"

At this time, I smiled faintly and said, "Li'er, don't just talk about war just because the word "war" is easy to pronounce. War is definitely not that simple. You think sweeping thousands of troops is very powerful, and capturing a vast territory is very powerful, but those who fall after the mighty are probably your relatives and those you love."

“…”

"Maybe you think that my mother will not go to the battlefield because she is just a woman; the second uncle of the Zhao family should not go to the battlefield because he promised to help you make kites; Dagang should not go to the battlefield because he was only fourteen years old. But my mother wants to tell you that when the war really starts, no one can help but decide, even if you think a general, king and prince who commands thousands of troops and sweeps through thousands of troops will be equal in the face of war."

“…”

"Take a step back," I gently stroked her heart and said, "Even if we really don't go to the battlefield, do you think it's okay?"

Li'er was already shocked. At this time, even her voice was silent and she whispered: "Is it still relevant?"

I smiled, took away all the dishes and porridge on the table, leaving only a small bowl of porridge in her hand, and said, "When fighting, Li'er can only eat this little thing every day, and there is no chicken or vegetables. Lunch and dinner, there is only this small bowl."

"Ah? Why?"

I said, "Because of war, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of soldiers no longer farm, no longer fish, no longer do anything, only fight. But they still have to eat, dress, and consume a lot of things every day. They no longer produce, so of course we can only make more, eat less, and provide them with them."

Li'er widened her eyes and said subconsciously: "I don't want it!"

"It's not okay if you don't. Because they have to fight, they have to eat enough to go to fight. If they don't have enough food, they will be killed. If you don't give it, they will have to come and rob us. If you take away our food, you will not be able to eat enough, but you will still have to pay the tribute."

"Fu? What is it?"

"The word "fu" is the money used by the armed forces. We take out the money to buy clothes for them, buy horses and riders, buy weapons, build walls and cities, and provide them with war."

Li'er seemed a little angry when she listened, and said for a while: "It's really bad to fight. You can't even eat enough!"

As she said that, she raised the small bowl and pressed it on her face, and snored the remaining half of the bowl of porridge into her mouth, ate it hard, and said to me: "Mom, it's better not to fight!"

"Really?"

"Well, the war is too bad!"

I smiled and reached out to wipe off the rice grains from the corner of her mouth. Actually, I didn't want to scare her, but her identity was too special. Or maybe, I vaguely felt that there will always be wars in the future that will involve us. I need to let my daughter understand that the terrible war is, the higher the ones, the less they should talk about war. I said softly: "Li'er, you must remember that fighting is the worst evil thing in the world. Li'er, as long as we have the strength, we must try our best to stop and avoid war. Do you understand?"

She seemed to understand, but nodded firmly: "I understand!"

I smiled and watched her climb down the stool after dinner and enter the inner room. When I looked up, I saw Susu holding a small bowl of walnut cheese. She was standing at the door at some point and watching me trance.

I smiled and said, "Su Su, what's wrong?"

She looked at me blankly, and after a while, she slowly walked over and put the bowl on the table, and said softly: "I remember what grandpa once said to me."

"What's the matter?"

"Miss, grandpa often says that the eldest lady is a Bodhisattva; and you are a Bodhisattva's heart."

Bodhisattva...the heart of Bodhisattva...

I don’t know what’s different about this, but I just think of Uncle Ai’s voice, appearance, and his unchanging care for me over the years. A warm feeling suddenly arises in my heart. I smiled gently at Susu and pushed a bowl of hot porridge in front of her.
Chapter completed!