A majestic and eloquent article denouncing Wei State was written in one breath.

  Song handed a pen to the maid, picked up her cup and took a sip, lowered her eyes to review what she had written, waiting for the ink to dry.

  Just now that Yu Xi, Song Chu guessed was not a merchant of the State of Chu at all, but a person from the State of Wei. Maybe he is a merchant or maybe not.

  The current Wei State is different from its heyday over a decade ago, when it had strong and versatile generals like Gongshu Ban, Pang Juan, Prince Ang, Long Jia, and others, as well as numerous scholars pouring in from all states, making it a gathering place for talents.

  The current Wei State is withering away in terms of talent, and after Qin State rose to power through reform, the King of Wei also began to value talent, searching far and wide for virtuous individuals, it's a time when they are seeking out talented people like thirsty men seek water.

  Just now, when Song Chu Yi realized the identity of that person, she thought to herself, "Why not surrender to Wei? Isn't Min Chi always looking down on Wei? She might as well enter Wei and learn from Pang Tong's jealousy towards talented people. What can be done about it?"

  But this was just a momentary indulgence of Song's inner impulse, for she had already made long-term plans and put them into action. When doing things, either don't do them or be firm and unwavering. Being indecisive is a great taboo.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a scholar rolled up his bamboo slips and handed them to the waitress. He was about to pay the bill when the waitress said, "Sir, my master says that anyone who wrote an article today will get free wine and food."

  "Hmm, is that so? Your family head is still a righteous merchant." Being able to save money was the best, Song Chu smiled and put the pouch of money into his sleeve pocket, then stood up and wore his raincoat.

  "What is your honorable surname and great name?" The maid asked again.

  Song initially paused, then turned around to look at her. This maid knew that the previous one did not write a name and must be literate. A small wine shop uses a literate maid, and there is such a righteous move, obviously not an ordinary businessman.

  "I will only make a small contribution and won't seek fame." Song Chuayi put on his bamboo hat and walked out of the elegant house.

  The maid didn't ask any further questions, she came and went every day, and had some experience, having seen all sorts of scholars, but had never seen such a precocious young man, and couldn't help but secretly admire him. She thought to herself, then hastily took the article written by Song Chuyi to find the person in charge.

  Song Chuyi walked out of the wine tower and strolled around on the empty street. The closer it was to dusk, the tighter the wind and snow were, and people on the street hurried by, unable to see any signs of city life. Song Chuyi hastened his pace and rushed back to the Zhangguo Mansion.

  Heavy snow covered the world, and the fallen snow on the ground had already reached Song Chuyi's calves. She walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and could only see people and soldiers collecting corpses on both sides of the road, all of whom were refugees who had frozen to death or starved to death.

  More than a dozen soldiers used mules to pull wooden boards, slowly moving forward in the snowy ground. When they saw corpses, they picked them up and threw them onto the board, then pulled them to the outskirts of the city's burial mound and discarded them. If they encountered some kind-hearted soldiers, they might be able to get a handful of yellow earth to cover the bodies, so as not to be gnawed by beasts that had not yet hibernated.

  In a short while, the soldiers had collected twelve or thirteen corpses, their postures were different, but most of them were children and women, there were one or two adult male corpses, which were also incomplete with four limbs.

  All robust men are in the army; if they die, it is in battle, and there is no reason why any should be frozen to death here. Even in a defensive war, which is rarely waged, this would be the case.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, when Yi and the soldiers passed by shoulder to shoulder, they took a glance, and with this one glance, they saw that one of the corpses on the wooden board had moved slightly.

  She didn't want to get involved in other people's business, there were already many innocent people suffering in this world, could she save them all? But having already walked a few steps away from those soldiers, she suddenly turned back, "Gentlemen..."

  Here, the only ones who can be called "braves" are these soldiers, but they have come out on such a cold day to do this bitter work, and their mood is already very bad. When they hear someone calling them, they pretend not to hear.

  "A few brave warriors!" Song Chu took a few steps forward and raised his voice.

  The soldiers stopped in their tracks, turned around and glared at her with a fierce expression. After sizing her up for a few moments, they saw that although she was young, the wide sleeves of her scholar's robe were visible under her rain cape, so their attitude slightly softened. "Sir, why have you hailed us?"

  The faces of these soldiers were frozen bright red, some had already frostbite or cracked skin, with patches of red and green, their eyebrows covered in white snow, making it impossible to distinguish their features, the situation was extremely dire.

  Song Chuanyi strode forward with a slight bow and walked up to the wooden board.

  Just now it was just a glance, and I found that one hand was moving, but now looking carefully, all the hands are almost the same, black and curled together, and can't be distinguished.

  "It wasn't until later that I saw there were still some alive." Song Chu said.

  "Even if there are still some who can move, it's hard to save them. I have to throw these corpses into the mass burial ground before nightfall and rush back. Please don't make things difficult for me, sir."

  Song Chu looked down and carefully examined those hands one by one.

  The soldier driving the mule looked at the squad leader.

  "Sir." Gradually reminded again.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he took out eight or nine cloth coins from his money bag and handed them to the squad leader, "The weather is cold, let the strong men change some wine to drive away the chill."

  Zhuang glanced at them and saw they were all 12-cash notes, so he accepted them. "Thank you, sir."

  At the beginning of the song, a faint smile appeared on his face as he continued to watch. After a moment, his gaze locked onto a small hand, which was incredibly slender yet firmly grasped the hole in the wooden board, as if holding onto something that could bring a glimmer of hope for survival. Before even seeing the person, Song had already sensed that this was a child full of vitality.

  Song Chu bent down and grasped the pulse of that arm, after a moment, he stood up and said, "I want him."

  To avoid wasting time, he didn't say another word and waved his hand to have the corpse above removed, pulling out the person Song Chu had designated and throwing him into the snowy ground.

  "Zou Chang hugged his fist and said, 'I'm in a hurry to leave the city, goodbye.'"

  "Go ahead and take it." Song Chu bowed his head and dragged the black lump on the ground to the side of the road. It was a child around ten years old, with tattered clothes, curled up into a ball, and its originally dark skin looked even darker in the snowy ground, making it impossible to tell whether it was a boy or a girl.

  Song Chuoyi reached out and touched his body all over, his legs were fine, there was still a hint of warmth at his chest, and below his waist... was something with a handle.

  Song Chuyi took off his raincoat and wrapped it around him, the child was already frozen stiff, with one hand sticking out and unable to be pulled back. Song Chuyi knew he couldn't force it, so he picked him up and hurriedly rushed towards the mansion.

  The child was very light, and Song didn't use much strength at all, but after running such a long distance with him in her arms, she didn't feel the slightest bit of weight. She began to suspect that this child might not be saved after all.

  Back in her own small courtyard, Song Chuyi loudly shouted, "Ziya! Ziya!"

  Zi Ya heard the sound and ran out of the house, saw Song Chu Yi holding something in her arms, and didn't even bother to open an umbrella. She hurried forward to help her, saw the hand exposed outside, and said, "Sir, is this a person?"

  "Hmm." Song Chu handed him over to Zi Ya, "Take him to my place, I want to see if he can be saved or not."

  "Yes." Zi Ya responded and walked into the house.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Yizheng was about to catch up when he saw Nan Qi suddenly appear in the courtyard. He was still wearing a white robe with a red fox fur around his neck, and from head to toe, he looked refreshed and spirited.

  He frowned and said in a cold voice, "Song Huaijin, I don't allow you to raise all sorts of messy things in this courtyard!"