After the immortal disappeared

Mrs. Ying shook her head: "Just send it to the eldest young master's courtyard. Remember to have a complete set, otherwise the master will be unhappy."

The eldest son disappeared in Hanhe last summer. When she and He Yue received the bad news, they were shocked and couldn't accept it.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight months passed.

The deceased is gone, but the days of the living must continue. Mrs. Ying had already moved on, but He Chunhua still demanded that Shi Huan's new home must provide a good place for his eldest son.

"Chuan'er is not dead."

He was very determined, and Madam Ying didn't know where his confidence came from.

But she didn't object.

It's okay to leave a thought.

Mrs. Ying sighed and threw away that trace of emotion. In any case, it is a great thing for my husband to be promoted.

Soon after arriving in Shihuan City, the new house was crowded with people, and all the dignitaries from the capital came to congratulate him.

Everyone knew Yuan Jun's purpose of transferring He Chunhua back.

In such a precarious moment, as long as Marquis Wu An wins a few more battles or regains some lost ground, he will be a rising star in Dayuan that attracts everyone's attention!

He jumped twice in a row in two years and jumped so high each time. Who wouldn't want to get acquainted with such an upstart?

If you ignore him now, he may make you unable to reach him tomorrow.

However, He Chunhua was busy with military and political affairs, so these receptions fell to his virtuous wife. Mrs. Ying complained that she was "too tired", but she was very happy.

She has transformed from a poor county guard's wife in a small border town to the hostess of Wu'an Hou Mansion!

Butler Wu added: "By the way, Ding Zuodong has just arrived in Shihuan City and will bring the account books over tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Ying wondered: "He finished disposing of Dunyu's property so quickly?"

Ding Zuodong was originally the steward of the eldest son, helping him manage his finances. After He Lingchuan fell into the water, He Chunhua cherished Ding Zuodong as a talent and took him into his family.

Of course, there is more than one steward of the He family, Ding. Before the He family moved away from Dunyu, they left Ding Zuodong behind to sell off their property. He is a native of Dunyu himself and is very familiar with this routine.

Mrs. Ying did not expect that Ding Zuodong would move so quickly.

"Did he sell the house at a low price?" She had carefully decorated the house, but it only took less than three months for the He family to move south again.

So much effort and time was spent, but it was all in vain. Mrs. Ying sincerely hopes that she can stay in Shihuan City for a long time this time and not move again in a short time.

Butler Wu said something fair: "This person is relatively safe in handling things."

There is also a late spring cold in early May, with warm days and cooler nights. The maid came over to deliver the hand stove. Mrs. Ying looked at the ice cracks on the stove and sighed again.

The stove is still so beautiful, but the person who delivered it is no longer there.

Dinner time was the most anticipated reunion moment for Mrs. Ying, and He Chunhua and He Yue finally rushed back.

Mrs. Ying hurriedly took off their clothes and called for people to serve food: "Why is it so late?"

"Something's wrong." He Chunhua picked up the hot towel, covered his face, and let out a long breath.

Mrs. Ying noticed her husband's fatigue: "Your Majesty, are you still urging you to send troops?"

"Needless to say?" He Chunhua came to the table, "Master Yan came to me for tea today. In fact, he conveyed his holy message, saying that the troops of Zhechong Prefecture in Hebei and Zhechong Prefecture in Yi'an have been fully equipped and will be deployed by me."

He Yue washed his hands and came over: "Father still decides to stand still?"

"I can't move." He Chunhua held the vegetables, "There's not enough food and horses."

"But Master Yan..."

"We can return to the capital. Master Yan has helped a lot. I should give him face." He Chunhua said lightly, "But the current situation is not good. You also saw Wu Di's fate and saw Zhao Pan being transferred from the eastern front to the northwest. Filling holes has been such an embarrassing journey. I can’t follow in their footsteps.”

There are no attendants in the dining room, because the He family father and son often discuss family and country affairs at the dinner table.

He Yue also had fresh memories: "When General Zhao was fighting against the New Year's Eve on the northern front, the army often ran out of food and its logistics were stretched. I remember that General Zhao had to retreat to the bank of the Handshui River and defend himself in the dangerous sky."

"The army hasn't moved yet, so the food and grass go first." He Chunhua shook his head, "Now that we can't raise all the food and grass, I have to send troops. Hey, there are only 700 horses in the 1,500 cavalry. Do we need two people to ride on one horse to charge?"

He Yue whispered: "Last autumn there was a good harvest in the south, but the taxes were too heavy. Farmers were only allowed to keep two out of ten pounds of grain for themselves, and the rest had to be handed over."

"During the war, money and food must be supplied to the northwest front. In this way, the northwest is still short of food and clothing. I heard that dozens of people in Ke Jihai's army froze to death last month."

Mrs. Ying was worried when she heard this: "When will this battle be over?"

"The fight will never end." He Yue explained to his mother, lowering his voice with the following words, "The Great Sima Donghaoming is rebellious and aspires to be king. He will not stop attacking until he takes over Yuan City."

Mrs. Ying murmured: "If he really calls in, what will we do?"

"It's not that easy for Dong Haoming to break into this place. Madam, please don't say depressing words." He Chunhua shook his head, "I will go south sooner or later, but not now. I have to choose a good time."

He killed Sun Fuping and Nian Songyu the year before last, blocked Nian Zanli from going south last year, and then recaptured Haozhou. The battles were fruitful, and it was a time when his official career was going smoothly.

At this time, he should cherish his feathers and reputation, and avoid fighting uncertain battles.

He Chunhua knew very well that he was able to win the battles last year mainly because he had the right location and the right people. Xiazhou is his territory, he has important people, and the money and food come from the four major families.

If you have soldiers, money, and food, you will be confident in fighting and have a high error tolerance rate.

But if he leads troops to fight in the south, it will not be that the supply of food and grass in his territory depends entirely on the royal court's aid.

He Chunhua fully understands how overwhelmed the Yuan Royal Court's logistics are.

When he was the general manager of Xiazhou, he was assigned a task by King Yuan Ting to provide food for Zhao Pan's army on the front line.

When the battle on the northwest front was in full swing, Ke Jihai even ran back to Yuandu just to beg for food.

Zhao Pan led troops to support the northwest front. There was no food on the road and the army mutinied...

He Chunhua didn't think he would get much assistance from the rear when he led his troops south. When the time comes, he will send people back to Yuandu to collect food, and the monarch will only continue to send a few signals:

"Hold on...hold on...hold on...hold on..."

As for how to hold on and how to persevere, that depends on He Chunhua's own abilities.

He is not a local snake there, what can he do? Are you like Zhao Pan, who set up an army to plunder the people?

The war was about logistics. Without food, medicine, and morale, what could he do to suppress the rebellion?

What's more, compared to the rebellion in the south, King Dayuan is more afraid of Da Sima in the northwest, and will also favor Ke Jihai and Zhao Pan's army in the allocation of logistic resources.

There are only two mouthfuls of porridge. If someone drinks more, He Chunhua will get less.