Wei Ci laughed.
Although he has a kind heart, he is not a kind person. If he is so honest, he is probably able to say it out of his own master.
"How does the lord plan to settle those captives?"
Although the prisoners have not been allocated, they have to plan ahead.
If it is an ordinary army, most of the soldiers captured in the middle of the battle will be thrown into the front of the battle as cannon fodder.
This may seem cruel, but it is actually beneficial. On the one hand, it can increase the number of our troops, which can make the enemy fear from the momentum. On the other hand, it can use "proper" means to eliminate the stubbornness and save the prunes. On the other hand, it can reduce the number of people who eat, save the expenditure of military rations, and finally let them serve as a shield.
It can be described as "make the best use of it".
Prisoners are different from their own troops, and their quality is different. If they are kept and not dealt with, they will become a drag on the army.
Those prisoners, after all, they only grew so big after eating rice for more than ten years or twenty years. If they died without giving back to the society, wouldn’t it be a waste of resources? farming."
Wei Ci snorted.
He was about to pass on Jiang Pengji's order when Yu Guang saw Feng Zhen's figure disappearing into the military tent.
"What did Master Feng just come here for?"
The soldier said, "Feng military division just came over and told us to count things."
Wei Ci became even more curious. Feng Zhen's personality was rather lazy. How could he take the initiative to take care of things outside his responsibility
"Check what?"
The soldier replied, "I counted the things used by the widow of the general's widow, and the military division Feng said that the things should be returned to their original owners."
Wei Ci's mouth twitched, and he knew that Feng Zhen was not so diligent.
"Is there a list? I'll take a look."
Wei Ci stretched out his hand, and the soldiers hurriedly handed him the cleared list.
The items marked with thick ink on the bamboo slips are all things that Fengzhen wants, but there are not many things, except for clothes, jewelry, silk satin and plant playthings, as well as a few land deeds in Cangzhou, there is almost no money, on the whole , this list has no value.
With Fengzhen's current net worth, he secretly deducts these, and no one will say anything.
but-
This kind of behavior is nothing in the small, but it is also a stain in the big.
Wei Ci frowned, unfolded the roll of bamboo slips, and a note fell out.
"What's this?"
The soldier said, "The note written by Feng Junshi said that the items on it were converted into silver coins, and he would fill in the gaps."
Wei Ci's mouth twitched.
He has wronged this prodigal son, and his spleen has returned to the waves, but he is also cautious.
"What time is this, chasing beauty without looking at the occasion-"
In the second or third year of the military camp, the sow raced Diaochan.
From the beginning of preparations for the battle in Northern Xinjiang to the present, Feng Zhen has indeed been a vegetarian for a long time, but this is not the reason why he is so excited when he sees the beautiful widowed sister Yu? What goes back to its original owner? Isn't it still a chance to brush up on a wave of goodwill and see if there is an opportunity to take advantage of it
This is a misunderstanding. In his opinion, appreciating a beautiful woman is a kind of enjoyment. Appreciation is appreciation, and it does not mean that you have to take it for yourself. To put it quietly, he also appreciates his master, but he doesn't dare to think about him if he is given ten courage.
After many years of fighting, it is rare to see a woman who suits your appetite, so why not let him take a second look
"Wan Niangzi took a count, but is there anything else I missed?"
Wan Xiu'er was flattered, no matter how ignorant she was, she knew that Feng Zhen was a counselor under Jiang Pengji's account, so wouldn't it be scary for him to come over in person.
Feng Zhen's ability to do things is inversely proportional to his integrity, Wan Xiu'er looks like he has nothing missing.
"Liuzhou Mu has a heart, please make Mr. Feng make an extra trip, the little lady is here to thank you."
Wan Xiu'er wasn't sure if Fengzhen's move was Jiang Pengji's inspiration or something else, but seeing the other party's warm expression, she was not impatient at all, thinking that this person should be a good talker, so Wan Xiu'er thoughtfully said, "There is one thing, little one. The woman does want to trouble Mr Feng—"
Feng Zhen dressed up carefully and restrained her unrestrained expression, which was also a talented person and a dog-like person.
"Miss Wan, please speak."
Wan Xiu'er thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "This is the little woman's yard with two Panzhihua plants. The deceased mother planted a yard before her death. When the little woman got married, the deceased mother gave a Panzhihua seedling. It has been raised for many years. , some feelings..."
Panzhihua
Fengzhen has a wealth of knowledge and has naturally heard of this ornamental plant.
According to rumors, some border areas also use Panzhihua as a token of love between men and women.
The mother gave Panzhihua flowers to her daughter when she got married, which was full of blessings, no wonder Wan Xiuer was reluctant.
"Wan Niangzi wants to remove the Panzhihua in the courtyard?"
If it is removed, the plant cannot survive.
Wan Xiu'er laughed and seemed to be amused by Feng Zhen's brain hole. She explained, "We are still marching and fighting, how can Mr. Feng assign soldiers to dig some panzhihua flowers for the little woman. But I want to start from the main pole. Move a seedling and take it with you to talk for comfort."
Fengzhen's brows stretched out. If he just took a seedling, it wouldn't be difficult.
It just so happens that he is still resting, and Feng Zhen is an "idler" again, and volunteered to accompany Wan Xiu'er for a walk.
Feng Zhen is not a little transparent. The fact that he accompanied the beautiful woman to leave the barracks quickly spread to Jiang Pengji's ears.
"Wait—you don't look at the timing of picking up girls?"
Jiang Pengji's expression was distorted, and she broke the brush with her right hand.
She was busy with her work, but Feng Zhen was caring about picking up girls. People do things
Feng Zhen could not feel Jiang Pengji's resentment. He accompanied Wan Xiu'er to the original mansion and went all the way to the inner courtyard.
There are indeed several Panzhihua plants in the inner courtyard.
Panzhihua is not a flower, it is a tree to be precise.
According to historical records, Panzhihua is one zhang and two feet high, and a book of three kes is about to burn at night.
In addition, there is a record of "cutting the paulownia tree, the flowers will fade in two and three months".
Fengzhen had heard the news about Panzhihua, but it was the first time he had seen it, because only a small number of powerful people could keep it at home for viewing. If it wasn't for Wan Xiu'er's deceased mother's relatively high birth, she wouldn't be able to raise this thing in her backyard—
Feng Zhen sat on the ground and looked up at Wan Xiu'er. After watching for a while, her neck was sore.
After two days of war, he didn't sleep well, and he felt sleepy leaning against the tree trunk.
Seeing his actions, Wan Xiuer thought that Fengzhen would come all the way to accompany her, and she felt a little grateful in her heart.
However, she has nothing, and the other party can't look down on her.
It is better to give something practical than to give something valuable to add to the laughing stock.
But she is a widowed woman now, so it's not good to give Feng Zhen something alone, so she simply counts the share of Jiang Pengji and others.
"Panzhihua can be used to fill pillows, and then stuffed with dried flowers to help sleep. It is more comfortable than ordinary wooden pillows."
"Oh?" Feng Zhen woke up and replied, "And such an effect?"
Wan Xiu'er said, "The little lady still has some, but I can make a few."