The night was shrouded in the gloomy earth, and continuous raindrops hit the dilapidated tent. The cool wind occasionally passed through the cracks in the tent and blew on the body of Gongao and Gongwei and his son, stirring up waves of cold millet.

"It's so cold!" Gong Ao shrank his shoulders, screamed cold, but his body moved towards the crack, trying to block the wind and rain that leaked in from behind. The cold rain flowed down his spine and into his pants, making him shiver.

"Aweng, I'm already done." Gong Wei turned his face and looked at Gong Ao with gratitude, whose face was blue with cold.

"I know." Gong Ao squeezed out a smile and nodded, but his body still blocked the crack.

Gong Wei sighed, and did not say anything else. He just stretched out his hand to wipe his face and wiped the rain from his face. He seemed to have glanced at the dark woods not far away, and said lightly: "After a moment, the fox should scream again."

Gong Ao poked his head out and looked at it, pulled Gong Wei's arm, pressed his voice and told him, "A Wei, don't talk nonsense, it will be troublesome if someone hears it."

Gongwei responded, shrank into the tent, held his legs with his hands, pressed his arms tightly against his chest, rested his chin on his knees, and looked straight at a large tent not far away. The tent was illuminated by the light, and two blurry figures reflected on the tent. From their posture, it can be seen that they were drinking.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Gongwei's mouth like a knife, and he slowly withdrew his gaze.

Gong Ao also glanced at the tent, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, swallowing his saliva. He turned his head and looked at his son. Seeing that although his son was pale, his expression was very calm, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, it was done. Gong Ao secretly said with gratitude.

The father and son are both from Guangling. Gong Ao was 43 years old and Gong Wei was 20 years old. They were all poor people who were conscripted to Yuyang to guard the border. According to the laws of the Qin Empire, Gong Wei had just been Fu Ji this year and was not yet at the age of serving, but the First Emperor had no choice but to make achievements. Although Gong Wei had been farming since he was a child and was strong, he was young after all. When he walked here from Guangling, he was exhausted and encountered a heavy rain and fell ill all of a sudden. They were garrison soldiers, so naturally there would be no accompanying doctors. Gong Ao asked the general who led them to ask him to go to the nearby Qi County to hire a doctor. The general's answer was a whip. If it weren't for the governor Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's help to plead with him, he might have been beaten to death.

Without a doctor, Gongwei was so sick that he was so dark that his face was red and his lips were dry and cracked. When he was at the most dangerous time, he was lying on the ground and twitching nonsense, which scared Gongao to death and his hands were at a loss. Fortunately, Gongyu was so desperate that he had to hold on. After lying in the tent for more than ten days, he miraculously recovered his health. However, after he recovered from the illness, Gongyu, who used to talk and laugh, had less words. In addition to talking to Gongao, he usually sat quietly in the tent and watched, and occasionally he would say a few words that Gongao couldn't understand. What made Gongao even more puzzled was that Gongyu would do some strange movements in the tent every day, such as lying on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands and undulating his body, or lying on the ground, let Gongao press his legs, hold his head in his hands and sit up and lie down until he was panting and could no longer get up, or he would put on a strange position and wave for half a day.

Gongao was very worried. He persuaded him several times, but Gongwei laughed but refused to answer, but he asked him to do it. Gongao originally wanted to reject him, but now he can't eat enough and still struggle every day. Aren't he even hungry? But he couldn't resist Gongwei, and was afraid that his old illness would recur, so he had to force himself to do whatever he wanted.

However, although Gongwei's behavior was a bit weird, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter day by day and he never twitched again, which made Gongwei very pleased.

My son's illness was cured, and Gongao's heart was relieved. But after a few days of relief, Gongao's heart was raised again.

Late at night these days, there were always fox cries in the nearby woods, which were vaguely heard, not very clearly, and only you could probably hear what was the King of Chu. Gong Ao talked about this matter with Gong Wei in confusion, but Gong Wei said it was "The Great Chu Xing, King Chen Sheng". He looked very calm and confident at that time, as if he was right next to him and heard it very clearly.

Gong Ao was very surprised. Da Chu Xing, King Chen Sheng? Da Chu has been destroyed for fifteen years. King Fu Chu was presented to Xianyang. The famous general Xiang Yan committed suicide. How could Da Chu rise again? King Chen Sheng? Although Chen Sheng was well-known and became a village chief among these hundreds of garrison soldiers, he was just a farmer who was farming for others. Now he was guarding the border with them in Yuyang. It is hard to say whether he could live or he could be the king? Gong Ao subconsciously felt that either Gong Wei had heard it wrong or there were monsters.

However, although he didn't believe in his son's words, Gong Ao still felt uneasy. He noticed that the other soldiers looked at Chen Sheng like him.

"The Great Chu Xing...King Chen Sheng..." The faint cry sounded again, piaopiao hurriedly, and it was indescribable.

Gongao sighed and retracted.

Gongwei's eyes lit up, he poked his head out to take a look, and saw a little fire in the woods in the distance, moving like ghost fire. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth like a knife, and sat back, looking at the three or three out in groups to see the final garrison soldiers. Seeing them all nervous and mysterious, scared, and curious, they couldn't help but want to laugh. He didn't want people to see him laugh, so he buried his head in his arms.

The rise of the Great Chu, King Chen Sheng. When the first peasant uprising in history was brewing in front of his eyes, the time traveler Gongwei, a time traveler, was inexplicably very funny.

Yes, the original Gongwei was dead. He was a time traveler who had traveled through more than two thousand years.

In his previous life, he was a chemical engineer and an intellectual. But when he arrived here, he found that apart from knowing that Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were going to rebel, the two generals who were still drinking and having fun in the tent would soon die, he did not know much about this matter. For example, he had no impression of what role the Gongwei and his son played in history. Compared with the time-traveling predecessors who had been well-versed in history and swept the world, what he could rely on was really pitiful. Those chemical knowledge could not help much, at least it seems so at present.

Of course, he wasn't nothing.

He has good skills.

In his previous life, he did not look strong on the outside, and he was like a weak scholar, but no one knew that the Xingyiquan he passed down from his family had a bit of true knowledge. It was easy for him to flirt with a few big men. Fortunately, although the body of this Gongwei was incomparable to his previous body, he was finally stronger.

Don’t think about building guns and cannons. It’s still possible to save your life with your fists. Gongwei was quietly waiting for the opportunity. He adjusted his breathing, moved his fingers without paying attention, and changed his palm shape.

Wildfires are wandering, wild foxes are chirping, and an invisible fire that swept across the country is about to ignite.

It was late at night, the rain gradually stopped, and the wind became much weaker. Gong Ao curled up in a corner of the tent and snored. He was already asleep, with a smile on his thin face. Gong Wei also smiled. He gently tucked the tent and covered the only broken blanket on Gong Ao's body.

In his previous life, he didn't know who his parents were. There was only a grandfather who knew nothing except drinking and boxing. He graduated from college a few years ago and had just achieved some results at work. When he was about to repay his grandfather's kindness, his grandfather passed away. In this life, he had the father around him and a sister who stayed in his hometown. Gongao has taken care of him so meticulously these days, which made him feel the fatherly love he had longed for in his previous life. Unconsciously, he had accepted the identity of Gongwei and regarded Gongao as his biological father.

There is also a sister! Gongwei smiled yearning for her.

A sound of light footsteps came. Gong Wei, who was quick-witted, lifted up the tent and saw a figure in a straw raincoat tiptoed past his tent. It seemed that he could hear the sound from Gong Wei. The man stopped and turned his head to look at Gong Wei.

This is a slightly long round face, with hair randomly plastered, wrapped in a piece of cloth, and a beard covering his mouth. His face was dark, with only two big eyes, emitting a vigilant light. When he saw that it was Gongwei, the vigilant light suddenly became soft.

He was Wu Guang, the governor of the village. When Gongwei was sick, he had visited him several times and helped find some herbs. Gongwei had a good impression of him.

"Awei, I haven't slept yet. Are you feeling better?"

Gongwei smiled: "Thank you, Uncle Wu, for your concern. I am much better. Uncle Wu hasn't slept yet?"

"Ah--" Wu Guang was a little embarrassed and smiled concealedly: "I'm going to pee, I'll urinate."

"Uncle Wu is careful. He was discovered by the general and had to eat a whip again." Gongwei grinned and added: "These dogs will never die well one day."
Chapter completed!