—Chen Pingzhou, a certain village and town.
"Sister, sister... I'm going to eat..."
A boy of seven or eight years old, with his bare feet full of thick calluses, walked through the deserted and cracked field, holding a broken pottery bowl in his hand, and a piece of it was dry in the pottery bowl. Hard buns.
He was dirty and his hair was disheveled, but the steamed buns in the pottery bowl were very clean.
He rushed into a wooden house on the edge of the field, and cough after cough came from inside.
** Lying on a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with only a thin blanket on her body, she described as thin and pale. Hearing the voice, she coughed for a while before she could respond to her brother.
The boy quickly boiled hot water, gave his sister a bowl, broke the whole head into pieces and put it in the hot water, soaked it softly, and took it to his sister to eat.
"Sister, if you eat cooking cakes, you will be cured if you are full." When he handed the bowl of steamed buns to his sister, he couldn't help but swallow.
The girl slowly sat up on the edge of the bed and divided half of the cooking cakes in the bowl. Seeing that her brother was not eating, she ate her own half before saying, "Sister can't eat so much, you can eat it!"
The boy then took the half bowl of squishy things and swallowed.
The girl watched her younger brother gobble down, her eyes moved down, and landed on his exposed arm, and found the bruises and welts on it. The bottom of her eyes suddenly sore, she hurriedly turned her head and wiped her eyes so as not to be seen by her brother.
She has been ill for many days, and most of the food stored in her family has been confiscated by the army. Even if she is frugal, the rest of the food was eaten up in the first two days. There is really no way, her brother can only go to the town to beg for food. I don't know how much he suffered outside.
As soon as the boy looked up after eating, he found that his sister was crying. He comforted him like a little adult: "My sister doesn't cry. After a few years, I will be able to support you when I grow up. I heard the old people in the village say war It will be over soon, and then we will be able to live a good life."
The girl nodded, her voice hoarse due to a long illness, "Yes, it will be fine when the war is over."
But, can they really wait until the day when the war is over
The girl raised her eyes and looked out through the window to the field. She remembered that when she was a child, the best time of the year, the field was full of wheat, and waves would rise like a lake under the wind. During that year, everyone in the family You can fill your stomach, Father will not sigh, Eminem will become much gentler than before, she can freely shuttle through the fields with her full wheat ears...
But... thinking of Amu, who had died of illness, and of her younger brother who was going to beg outside at a young age, the girl's eyes were wet again. Her throat suddenly itchy, she covered her mouth, and pressed an intolerable cough between her palms and lips, her voice dull and heavy.
The boy stood by the bed in a daze, "Sister, I'll pour you a bowl of hot water." He said, he was going to the stove with the pottery bowl. At this moment, a loud rumbling noise suddenly came from outside.
The boy froze for a moment, and looked out happily, "Is it thundering? Is it going to rain?"
The girl's complexion changed because she heard it. It was not thunder, but the movement of many horses running from a distance. A few years ago, the army passed through the village. She had heard this movement. She got down from her sex with difficulty, and dragged her brother to run out.
"Quick! Go! The enemy may be coming!"
As she ran, she yelled laboriously, trying to tell the people in the village to run faster, but how could the manpower run better than the horses in the army? Soon, the entire village was surrounded by the Qi State army who had caught up. The girl staggered under her feet and fell to the ground, and only two steps away from her, a soldier in black armor stopped on horseback.
The girl looked up and saw that the soldiers were wearing the armor of the Chen Kingdom's army, her eyes suddenly filled with despair. Her brother stood beside her, looking up and staring at the soldiers of Qi State who were approaching on horseback, and later felt panic amidst the cries of the surrounding villagers.
At this moment, everyone in this village has almost the same idea: broken! People from Qi! The people of Qi have already hit here! It is said that these Qi people are extremely cruel, and the soldiers of Chen Guo who died in battle can't even find a whole body, and they will be brutally killed!
"Uuuuu..." Someone was already weeping.
The girl struggling to stand up from the ground, hugged her younger brother tightly, and covered her younger brother’s eyes with her slightly cool hand, "Don’t be afraid, my sister will stay with you." Even if you are off Huangquan, you don’t have to be afraid. .
After the soldiers of the Qi State entered the villages and towns, they did not burn, kill, or looting, but gathered them in one place to guard them. But because of this, everyone was even more nervous and scared. They squatted and waited tremblingly, imagining the unknown tragic fate, and everyone turned pale.
The girl was still ill. Under this situation, she was shocked and suspicious. The cough that could be suppressed could no longer be stopped, and her face was flushed with piercing and piercing lungs.
Her movement quickly attracted the attention of the guards.
Seeing someone coming towards her, the girl had such a hunch in her heart. She thought she would be separated from her brother hard by them, and then dragged to a place to be severed. After all, these Qi people must be prepared to guard them. Turning them into captives to enslave them. A sick body like her is the most useless and will definitely be killed first, but the girl did not expect that they not only took her away, but also took her brother away.
What do they want to do, don't they even let her younger brother go? The girl was pushed away by them, holding her hands tightly with her younger brother, desperate but powerless, she could only bow her head and said to her younger brother: "Don't be afraid of younger brother, sister will accompany you." Let's go down Huangquan together, so there is no need to be afraid.
However, she waited for a long time. She did not wait for swords, scolding and brutality. Instead, she waited... A bowl of hot rice porridge, although it was as thin as a soup-like rice porridge, it was holding a bowl of porridge. Young girl, tears fell in her eyes.
Embracing panic and panic, she and her brother drank a bowl of rice porridge alone, and then a female doctor came over with a medicine box to see her doctor.
The girl was frightened and didn't understand what these Qi people were going to do. Are they really here to attack their country? Why treat them so well? Don't say it was during the war, or during the peace time. Poor people like them didn't dare to see the doctor when they got sick, so they had to find some herbs to survive.
The female doctor was in her thirties, but she was accustomed to her attitude towards the sisters and brothers. After taking her pulse, she quickly prescribed the medicine and asked a doctor who was following her to cook, and then said to the sisters and brothers. "It's good that we Qi State is attacking Chen State, but we will not kill innocent people casually. We will give medicine to treat people with serious illness like you."
When the girl heard this, her eyes widened involuntarily. The looks of the siblings at the moment seemed to be carved out of the same mold, and they couldn't believe it.
But what happened in the next few days, they couldn't help but believe them.
After confirming that there was no Chen Guojun in their village, they were scattered and divided into different places. Those Qi Guojun ordered them to do some defensive work. Someone urged them when they were working, but they were allowed to rest and work when they were tired. After the work, they could get a bowl of porridge and one cake. This was something they didn’t dare to think about before the war. After all, they could only eat two bowls of porridge in a day when serving in the court, and many people even died of excessive weight. The labor force, and now, not only have they not been killed, they can still get three meals a day when they work honestly.
Seeing her younger brother who is eating rice porridge next to her, the girl looked in a daze from time to time. After the boy finished his rice porridge, he raised his head and looked at her longingly, "Sister, I heard that this piece of land will be Qi country in the future, and we will become Qi people in the future. Is this true?"
The girl nodded, and listened to her brother again: "I heard them say that people in Qi people only need to pay 20% of the tax for farming, and they won't be punished if they don't pay the tax, as long as they are paid in the coming year. Really?"
The girl nodded again, and saw Adi's face showing longing, "Then I will be a member of the Qi country. Sister, we will cross over the better in the future."
The girl remembered the fierce Chen State army who came to collect grain, and the gentle and patient female doctor of Qi State who healed her. After hesitating for a long time, she nodded to her brother with tears.
At the beginning of May in the seventeenth year of Zhengyu, the Qi State Army captured the last city of Chen Pingzhou and finally planted the flag symbolizing Qi State on all the cities of Chen Pingzhou.
As soon as Yu Yihuan finished bandaging the wounds of a soldier, he heard a familiar cry from outside the camp, the voice of Lieutenant Lan Mengzheng.
"Mrs. Lan! The general is injured!"
Yu Yihuan was shocked and hurried to Lan Mengzheng's camp.
At this time, in the camp, the injured Lan Mengzheng was leaning against him. He was shot with two arrows in the chest and cut in his right arm.
While Yu Yihuan anxiously dealt with his injuries, he asked why he still suffered so many injuries in the armor of the gods. Her eyes were filled with distress, thanks to the blockade of the Divine Army Armor, otherwise the arrow would pass through her chest and into her heart.
Lan Mengzheng pulled out a smile and said, "I'm okay. There is a general of the enemy who possesses divine power, so that my armor will be shot through by him, but you can rest assured that that general has been cut by the sword by me."
Yu Yihuan scolded: "You wouldn't have been so careless in the past. I see you have been upset recently, but you have something hidden in your heart?"
Lan Mengzheng was startled. Indeed, he would never have been hit by the opponent with a single knife on the premise of being shot by two arrows. The reason is that he was distracted on the battlefield. Why was he distracted? Because he remembered the governor of Chenzhou who was killed by rumors.
If he killed the opponent in a fair manner on the battlefield, he would not have any burden in his heart, but the truth is that they used the most disgraceful means to kill a loyal and honest general, and made him bear it after death. infamy.
But if they didn't do that, they would fight harder this battle, sacrifice more people, and it would be impossible to win Chen Pingzhou so quickly.
Lan Mengzheng knew that this was the best way to do it, not to mention that it was Marshal Feng's order, even if he let him weigh it, he would make such a decision. But in my heart, I can't help feeling depressed for a while. He told Yu Yihuan this idea.
Yu Yihuan said very relaxedly: "Don't think too much, go to the marshal to talk, he is a generous elder, and he will definitely help you."
It happened that the marshal sent someone to discuss with him. Lan Mengzheng fought all the year round. This injury was nothing. After Yu Yihuan was asked to bandage himself, Lan Mengzheng went to Feng Yuan's big account.
Several generals had already stood in the big account. After the discussion was over, Lan Mengzheng did not leave, but stopped in the big account, obviously there was something to say to Feng Yuan. At this moment, a civilian in the army begged to see him.
Feng Yuan raised his hand slightly and motioned to him to wait a while, and then met the civil official.
Lan Mengzheng stood by and waited quietly when he heard Feng Yuan and the civil official talking about compiling "War History".
Feng Yuandao: "Since we won Muping Prefecture, in every battle, the strategies used, the food consumed, etc., including Chen Guo's response, must be recorded one by one, and the words and sentences used should also be carefully considered. Don’t exaggerate or fake it. This is to warn future generations."
The civil officer took note one by one.
Lan Mengzheng couldn't help but said, "Marshal, will the Chenzhou governor's incident be recorded truthfully?"
Feng Yuan thought without hesitation: "Assume it. If you encounter rumors in the future, future generations can also take this as a warning."
Lan Mengzheng said again: "The marshal is not afraid that this trick will be learned by others."
Feng Yuan caressed his beard and said with a smile: "Any move that has been used twice is not new, so why not learn it?" After that, he asked Lan Mengzheng, "What did you say to me?"
Lan Mengzheng came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I will go down to recover first."
He and the civil servants went out one after the other. Compared with Lan Mengzheng who seemed to be relieved of the burden, the civil servants were confused.
Just because of the compilation of "War History", the Marshal had already explained to him, and even the letter had already been sent to the capital, so why did he specifically ask him to say it again? The civil officer thought about it and guessed: Could the marshal really like him? That's why he was sent to compile "War History", so he was specifically asked to come over again
The thought of the civil servant made his heart full of fighting spirit!
At the beginning of June in the seventeenth year of Zhengyu, Qi State Palace.
Even in June, the wind at night was still very cold. Yao Yanyan was enjoying the lotus soup prepared in the small kitchen while listening to the letter sent by her Majesty to read Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan’s letter wrote about the current situation and also said about the compilation of "War History". Yao Yanyan was not interested in this matter. Zhu Qiyu's eyes brightened and said to Yao Yanyan: "Madam, this "War History" must be compiled. It takes a lot of manpower and material resources!"
To be precise, every compilation of a book consumes manpower and material resources. It is just a question of more and less, and "War History" obviously belongs to the category of "more". Yao Yanyan nodded and said, "That's right."
His Majesty the Emperor said: "This book maker eats royal food and receives salary. Doesn't it mean that he is supported by the treasury?"
Yao Yanyan nodded, and listened to her Majesty to continue to say: "After the "War History" is printed, I will open a bookstore, and one volume will sell ten taels." He said and said, still counting, "One volume sells ten taels. , "The History of War" had to write ten volumes, so that one set would have to be sold for one hundred taels, and one hundred sets would make a profit..."
Yao Yanyan asked: "Your Majesty, can Mr. Feng agree?"
His Majesty the Emperor thought for a while, and said: "It's a big deal, I will let the Hanlin Academy write a book for him, let those people blow his merits and strategies, and then engrave it on the stone tablet, he will definitely be able to agree."
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