The Drizzle Dances in the Red Dust

The night is already dark. The clear rain outside the house pattered on the eaves with the wind, and then fell on the small hollow in front of the door, forming a quiet puddle. In the room, the oil lamp hissed, and the woman sat beside the candle, rubbing her sore eyes with one hand, but still not putting down the embroidery needle with the other. "Feng'er, it's time for you to curb your crazy and wild temperament. Your father has been drafted to the front line, and the fields are almost deserted. Not to mention that the rice vat in our house is almost empty, and we can't afford to support you in studying and practicing martial arts. It's just you, a girl." As a child, how can you show your face like those men! You are the only one left as a mother, so you should focus on imitating female celebrities and share the worries of the family." The woman was busy with the needlework in her hands while admonishing the girl here. "Yes, my mother's lesson was right." The girl said no more, but sat respectfully beside her mother. Under her submissive brows, her bright and beautiful eyes showed her unending ambition. "Female Virtues", "Female Commandments" The daughter of the foolish world has been around for a long time. She is a maple, but she wants to imitate the good woman and Xian Ying. Wen will write down the national policy, and Wu will jump on the horse to punish the evil and rebels. She no longer succumbs to others and is a vassal of others. What's more, the family is poor and weak, only farming and weaving, how can one day be able to have food and clothing without worries. Entering the court is the best strategy. At that time, it was the Jiade Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty. The previous emperor died early, the new emperor was young and weak, the eunuchs were powerful, the clear stream was weak, the corvee was heavy, and the people were in dire straits. The military generals at the border were heavily armored for sale, and the soldiers of Walatun outside the pass were watching with eager eyes. Undercurrents were raging in the four borders. And the Feng family, which was originally a family of farming and studying, was also torn apart like the hundreds of thousands of families whose wives and children were separated due to the expropriation. She deeply remembered that day, when her tall but gentle father was kidnapped by vicious soldiers, her mother's helpless eyes, and her last glance when she said goodbye to her father, were full of dissuasion and reluctance. She made up her mind at that time that although she was no longer in the glamorous capital of the Second Capital and lived in a corner of a small town, she would still study martial arts in a serious manner, enter the court, and eradicate those "meat eaters" who were eating nothing but eating corpses and treating the common people as insignificant. At the same time, we must also let the world know that many women in this dynasty were good at literature, and women in modern times were also good at martial arts. The heroic spirit in the world is not only reserved for men. What she wants is not only to be good for the women of this world, but also for the sake of Shang Yang in this world. But now the world is difficult, her father is in the army, and her mother works day and night to sew to support the family. It is not easy to have enough food and clothing, so how can she try... But she is like other women who want to focus on being a prostitute, bending their hearts and suppressing their ambitions, and they feel sad. Fortunately, schools and martial arts schools sprung up at this time. For a time, a large number of well-educated and brave people among the people took the martial arts examinations in an attempt to save the country from disaster. Maybe I can also study formally and learn about etiquette, but the tuition fee... "Everything depends on people, and everything depends on God. Although our family is poor, there is always a way. There is always something." Feng Huo tossed and turned on the bed, and fell asleep late at dawn. Intention: Born in dust, but cannot be content with dust.