Cowardly Stepmother Dressed As the Hero

As soon as Geer turned around, Qi San pressed his shoulders.

Qi Sanpi took the initiative to explain without a smile: "Ger, this batch of clothes has been handed over to me to be counted, I'm afraid you can't send someone to pick them up."

Qi San's words were deliberately vague, and Geer, whose mind was a little slow, was stunned for a while. After reacting, he thought that Qi You had already arranged the whereabouts of the winter clothes, so he confirmed: "Ah? Your lord has already arranged it. ?"

Qi Ran held the chicken feather as the arrow and nodded lightly.

He wasn't cheating, after all, Qi You did make arrangements, but it was different from what Geer thought.

This is Geer's own guess wrong, and it has nothing to do with his nodding.

Seeing his affirmation, Geer really put out the thought just now.

Just as he was about to respond, another man who came out with him said first: "What did the lord arrange for so many things? All of them will be sent to you, Qi San?"

He is not as foolish as Geer, an alien race, and he saw through the trap in Qi San's words at once.

Qi San raised his eyebrows: "Zhang Sun Ling, what do you mean by that?"

Chang Sun Ling did not respond to him immediately, but walked to the side of the convoy and took out the goods on the carriage.

Qi San's heart skipped a beat, knowing that today's matter is difficult.

On the other side, Zhang Sun Ling had already taken out a set of woolen sweaters and checked them carefully.

People like them who have lived in the army for a long time can immediately realize how important this kind of clothing is to keep warm and not hinder the movement of the soldiers!

He couldn't put it down and looked at the sweater in his hand, and shouted at Qi San excitedly: "Qi San, my team will come with 230 sets of this thing first! Two sets per person, just enough to change and wash!"

Geer and the young man at the beginning also approached him and touched the woolen sweater infrequently.

The two were not stupid, and immediately reported the number needed by their team according to Zhang Sun Ling's algorithm. It seems that if you report fast, you can get things as soon as possible.

Qi Liu's adjutant was still standing beside Qi San, and he smiled bitterly: "Oh, generals, how can there be so many..."

The three who held the wool and refused to let go looked straight at Qi San as if they didn't hear what he said.

Qi San sneered: "The princess sent this time around 200 sets. You only need that much with one mouth. You're really welcome."

"Two hundred?" The eldest Sun Ling choked back without showing weakness: "Do you think everyone is as good as Geer?"

"Cough!" Qi San coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment: "Specifically, cough, I haven't counted it yet, but in the end, it's not as much as you said."

"Then I'll take 80." Zhangsun Ling has rich experience, and immediately estimated the approximate number here, "It's a coincidence, so let's do it! Our four teams are divided equally."

Although there are five teams in the city, there are only four centurions present, and he has no guilt to directly exclude the other team that has been patrolling for the past few days.

"Forty." Qi San pursed his lips and reported a number, "No more."

The tall and tall Geer then reacted.

He hurriedly interjected before the two quarreled: "No no no! Did you make a mistake?"

He pointed to the convoy: "Your Highness hasn't arranged it yet, right? Then this, the Concubine sent it on a special trip to thank us for releasing Zhang's caravan!"

Then, he pointed to himself: "It's mine! Recognized the Zhang family! It's me too! Report the matter to the prince, and then stop them from being executed!"

With a pair of gray eyes, he made a serious statement: "Now that things are not enough, I should also meet the needs of my team first!"

As soon as he said these words, Qi San and Changsun Ling fell silent.

Although Geer's mind is not fast, he is not stupid. And the reason he said now is indeed the most tenable.

Zhangsun Ling gave Qi San a look and changed his tone: "Cough, that's not what you said, Geer, you must know that the princess didn't mention you on purpose. The princess is thanking all the soldiers..."

"Yes." Qi San nodded, united the front and said, "And it's not just your credit for this matter. It's my people who went back to Cannes to report the news."

For a time, some of the most capable men of King Bei'an's men stood in front of the warehouse, arguing with a red face in front of a carload of woolen sweaters.

After a long time, none of the three agreed to go to Qi You to call the shots.

After the eldest grandson Ling and Geer left, the youngest young man approached Qi San: "Third brother..."

Qi San turned his head and glared at him.

The boy didn't seem to notice his anger at all, so he leaned in and asked, "Third brother, third brother, how much can I get in my team!"

Qi San looked at him and sneered suddenly: "Before you brought the two of them over, I thought I would give you a hundred pieces."

The boy's eyes lit up, and he realized something immediately. He shrank his neck and asked carefully, "Ah... Then, what about after I bring them here?"

Qi San knocked on his head: "What do you think?"

The young man touched the bun on his head aggrievedly, and jumped three meters away: "I, I will also go to the lord to call the shots!"

After saying this, he got wind under his feet and slipped away.

Qi Liu's adjutant dared to come up at this time and asked, "Third Master... Look at this..."

Qi San glanced at him and was about to answer when he suddenly thought of something.

He grabbed the adjutant's collar, pulled him in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, Lao Liu, the people you escorted over this time should all be wearing this kind of new clothes, right?"

The adjutant covered his collar in horror.

He has realized the hidden meaning in Qi San's words, and smiled awkwardly: "Three, third master... This, this is not suitable..."

"Don't you say you have no clothes, and you share the same robe with your son!" Qi San patted him on the shoulder, "It's not suitable, come, call the brothers, and rest in my camp tonight."

With that said, he grabbed the adjutant without refusing to refuse, and "escorted" him directly to the direction of his tent.

at night.

After Qi You settled the affairs at hand, it was the middle of the month when he returned to his room.

He had washed briefly and was about to go to bed when he heard a report from the guard outside the door: "My lord, the three of you are asking to see you."

Qi You responded, "Let him in."

Soon, Qi San walked into the room holding a delicate package.

He put the package into the case table in Qiyou's house, and reported: "My lord, this is a gift specially prepared for the lord from the princess today."

Qi You glanced at the package: "Gift?"

He remembered what happened during the day and asked, "What did the convoy send over?"

Before, although the eldest Sun Ling and the others shouted to let Qi You call the shots for them, no one dared to disturb the King of Bei'an who was working with such trivial matters, so Qi You still didn't know what happened on the side of the convoy.

Qi San replied truthfully: "In addition to the two sets of cashmere sweaters specially made for the lord, the princess also sent three hundred sets of ordinary woolen sweaters, which she said were prepared for the lord's personal soldiers."

"Well." Qi You nodded, "I see."

He gave Qi San a look, indicating that he could leave, but Qi San, who had a tacit understanding with him in the past, didn't seem to understand his order, and still stood there blankly.

Qi You asked again with some doubts: "Is there anything else?"

"Cough." Qi San cleared his throat and said, "Your Highness is wise.

"There are only 300 sweaters, which is not enough for the soldiers in the city to divide them. I think it's not too much trouble, and the villain and Qi Jiu's team will directly divide it."

Qi Jiu was the young man who was close to him during the day.

Hearing this, Qi You was about to nod his head, but suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "It's rare to see you begging for something in such a hurry."

He was originally not interested in the "cashmere sweater" that Qi San said. After all, his usual clothes were sent by the embroidered lady in the palace after they were finished.

When Qi San mentioned it this time, Qi You naturally thought that Cao Mi had brought some ordinary clothes with him through the convoy.

It was also Qi San's discussion that aroused his interest. He walked to the front of the case and opened the package.

In the package, there are two sets of cashmere clothes with mysterious patterns on a white background.

The things that the King of Bei'an wears are naturally not the same as ordinary people, who only care about keeping warm and comfortable. Under the guidance of Cao Mi's three-legged cat knitting skills, the embroidered lady in the palace managed to figure out several other weaving methods by herself, and only then did she rush to make clothes worthy of several masters in the palace.

Although these cashmere sweaters are still inferior to Qi You's clothes in terms of their level of sophistication at present, the pattern of the tall and straight black bamboo standing proudly on the mysterious stone is enough to make these two sets of clothes have a single weaving method. The cardigan stood out.

Qi You took out one and felt the extraordinaryness of this kind of clothing.

Several thoughts passed through his mind for a while, and he asked directly: "How much of this kind of thing does the princess have?"

Qi San knew that he would ask such a question, and he had already inquired about all the information he could inquire from Qi Liu's adjutant: "My lord, as far as my subordinates know, there are not many such sweaters on the princess' side.

"This time, the princess is also for Zhang's business, so I directly transferred a group from Rongguang Villa."

"So, the wool transported by Zhang's caravan is the main material for this type of clothing?" Qi You quickly associated two things together.

Qi San nodded and replied, "Yes."

Qi You nodded.

He didn't delay, turned around and walked behind the desk, picked up the pen and started writing the letter.

When it came to the end, his movements stopped abruptly.

He was going to write down the specific quantity and price of the purchase, but when he was about to write, he suddenly remembered what Cao Mi had said to him before.

In his memory, the petite woman who insisted on not asking for the price of cement, looking up at the headlines, was rightfully saying something about "shared responsibility" with him.

He remembered that at that time, he only thought that Cao Mi was naive—

A woman's family, just take care of the house clearly, what are you going to share with him? What to share with him?

But now looking at the things on the table, he is a little undecided.

He was afraid that after the letter was sent back, Cao Mi would come up with some strange reason to send him off, and then send the thing for nothing.

King Bei'an, who didn't want to "eat soft rice" at all, fell into a strange silence.

Qi San noticed his abnormality and whispered, "Your Highness?"

Qi You was brought back to his mind by his voice, and he asked uncertainly, "Have you not brought back the news of the group of people we sent to Linzhou before?"

Qi San paused and replied: "The number of winter clothes purchased by the army is huge, and it is really difficult to hear back at the moment. Moreover... Wang Ye, I will bluntly say that the wool clothes in the hands of the princess are not comparable to ordinary winter clothes. The subordinates think that If the princess's villa can supply a large number of sergeants, it is better to call back the caravan sent earlier and go directly to Rongguang Villa to buy wool sweaters."

When Qi You heard the words, he only felt that the letter on the case was more difficult to write.

"But the princess...probably won't ask for money." He tentatively wanted to remind Qi San of his predicament.

Qi San was stunned for a moment. He didn't hear the outside voice of his master at all, and only bowed down and said with emotion: "The princess is well-known in Liaozhou and the people in Liaozhou. All the soldiers and pawns, thank the prince and the princess for their kindness."

"..." Qi You was silent for a moment, finally nodded and said, "Well, I see. You... you go down first."

Qi San heard the words and saluted again: "Yes, my subordinates will retire first. It's late at night, please pay attention to your body and rest early."

Qi You nodded and said, "This king knows," and Qi San left directly.

After he left, Qi You re-read the letter he had written by candlelight. After a while, he finally made up his mind, threw away the half-written letter, and took out a brand new piece of paper. .

"...Thanks to the princess' compassionate heart, this king wants to make Changling an exclusive business road. In the future, the team under the princess' command can hold a special order to travel this road freely.

"Changling is guarded by troops along the way, which is far and narrower than the Bataan business road.

"...I've been away from home for a long time, and I miss... I hope that Qing and the three sons will be safe."

King Bei'an held back the letter from home all night, and soon sent it to Cao Mi.

The messenger traveled lightly and went on the road several days late tomorrow, but arrived at Cannes on the same day as Zhang's caravan.

Cao Mi received the messenger in the main hall. After reading the letter, he calmly discussed with him about the next supply of woolen sweaters.

When she found a space and returned to the room by herself on the pretext of "rest", she took out the letter again with a look of disbelief, and confirmed it word by word.

"What's the matter? This is... Does this mean that you don't intend to pay me?" Cao Mi grabbed the letter in confusion, "The raw material for cement was mined for free from your fief, so I don't dare to be shameless. I want money from you. I own the sweater from beginning to end, so why don't you just give me money?

"Opened an exclusive business channel for me... This is really okay. Without the exploitation of Danba, the purchase price of wool can be reduced. But... this can't make up for my loss.

"Why don't I just calculate the account and offset it with the money I borrowed from the internal library?

"...It's not very kind, why does it seem that Ren Qiyou doesn't care about me and I'm liquidating it one by one...

"I have to think about it, I have to think about it calmly, and see if there is anything that can be used in this business road.

"…"

Cao Mi vented his negative emotions in the room alone, and then reopened the door.

The messenger finally waited for her to "rest" and came out, and hurriedly presented a letter: "Princess, the villain has written down everything that I have agreed with you just now. Please affix a private seal to the princess, and wait for the villain to send it to Rongguang Villa. The villa is prepared in advance."

Cao Mi took the letter and reconfirmed the number of sweaters required in the letter, and swallowed with a tingling scalp.

"Well...you did a good job." She raised her head and squeezed out a reluctant smile: "Dongli, go get my private seal."

Dong Li saluted, "Yes."

—

No matter how this misunderstanding came about, throughout the winter, in addition to preparing fertilizer for the coming year, the rest of Rongguang Villa devoted themselves to the work of weaving sweaters.

A large amount of wool was sent to the villas from all over Liaozhou and beyond the Great Wall, where it was processed into batches of finished products and sent to the northernmost territory of Liaozhou.

Qi You received this batch of winter clothes, and kept some of them for emergency use in Fengping, while the rest were directly dispatched to Wu'an Village.

Wu'an Village was originally a poor and peaceful village. After a large area of ​​land north of Fengping fell into the hands of the Rong tribe, this village became the front line of facing the Rong tribe's iron cavalry.

Fortunately, due to the terrain, the Rong army could not directly attack Liaozhou from Wu'an Village, but a small group of cavalry would often take advantage of their flexibility to loot Wu'an Village and nearby villages.

In previous years, it was difficult for Lei Li, who was stationed in Fengping, to send manpower to protect this small area, but this year, with the support of Qi You, the army finally pulled out manpower to fill the last gap.

Now that Lei Li is personally guarding Wu'an, it is not difficult to repel the small group of Rong cavalry, but the soldiers are near the humble Wu'an village, and various conditions cannot be guaranteed, and they need to be sent by Fengping continuously.

Outside Wu'an Village.

A soldier in his thirties, holding a package in his left hand and a food box in his right, walked through the vast snow and came to the bottom of a sentry tower.

He knocked on the door: "Zuo Cheng, open the door!"

After a while, the door was opened from the inside, and a man with a terrible scar on his face, General Han, was welcomed into the house.

The military man entered the door and walked straight to the heated kang: "Hey, I'm dying of cold, let me warm up first."

Zuo Cheng took the food box from his hand, went straight to the only table in the house, and asked casually, "What's there to eat today?"

The military man rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Yesterday we stopped that group of cavalry, two horses were seriously injured and died of injuries. General Lei ordered them to be slaughtered. We have horse meat to eat tonight!"

As he spoke, he licked his lips and tongue, as if he was still reminiscing the aroma of the meat he had just eaten.

Hearing this, Zuo Cheng also had a slight smile on his always serious face.

He wasn't just happy to have horse meat tonight, but he was also happy about his recent record.

Taking the food out of the box, he chewed the boiled horse's head fiercely, as if he was chewing the flesh and blood of the enemy.

Seeing his appearance, Jun Han comforted him and said: "It's been so long, you don't have to be sad anymore... Now Wu'an Village is much peaceful, and a heated kang has been built in the place where we are guarding. of."

Zuo Cheng didn't look at him, only made a low "um".

He ate quickly, but ate very little. After a while, there was a small half bowl of horse meat left in the bowl, but he had already put down his chopsticks.

The military man couldn't bear it, he took out a few pieces of noodles from his arms and handed it to him: "This is what I saved today, you can take it back with you."

Zuo Cheng was stunned for a while, then he waved his hand in red, "No need."

"Why do you care about this with me?" Jun Han patted him on the back dissatisfied. "It's for those children, not for you. What are you doing generously?"

Zuo Cheng heard the words and gave him a deep look.

Immediately, he sighed: "This is against discipline. If it is invented, it will lead the army."

"Then you still do it?" The military man replied bluntly.

"I can't help it... I was originally from Wu'an Village." Zuo Cheng's eyes became dark, "I have lost my children, I can't bear to see those orphans starve to death. But you are different... You don't need this..."

"Although I'm not from Wu'an, but after living here for a long time, I have some feelings for those children." Jun Han smiled, "Who hasn't had such hardships when he was a child, he will come over after a long time."

After saying this, he ignored Zuo Cheng's refusal and shoved the noodles directly.

Zuo Cheng's lips moved, as if he still had something to say.

Afraid of his refusal, the military man immediately changed the subject: "By the way, you know what? Someone from Fengping came here today, and they sent us a batch of winter clothes."

He turned his head and took the package he put on the kang: "The two of us are on duty, so we got one piece. Whoever wants to go out and be on duty will wear it for whoever is on duty."

Zuo Cheng's attention was really attracted by his words: "Winter clothes?"

"Yeah!" While speaking, the military man had already taken out the woolen sweater from the package.

He stroked the soft wool material in amazement and exclaimed, "Huh? What kind of clothes is this, I've never seen it before."

Zuo Cheng was still sitting at the table, he only frowned when he heard the words: "So thin?"

He didn't touch the woolen coat, but only looked at it roughly, and found that it was not a heavy winter coat, so he was a little disappointed.

"No..." Jun Han stared at the clothes in front of him, "It's strange, I think it must be very warm to wear."

Zuo Cheng grinned.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Jun Han raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you going to go back and deliver meals to those children later? Come here and try wearing this."

Afraid that Zuo Cheng would not be happy, he added: "Anyway, we have to see if it is really warm, so you can give it a try this time."

Hearing him say this, Zuo Guo agreed.

He took off his jacket as ordered by the military man.

Although the kang was burning in the house, taking off the military uniform outside made him shiver a few times from the cold.

The sweater was easy to wear, so when the military man saw that he had taken off his coat, he put it on him directly, and then immediately helped him put the coat back on.

The brand-new wool sweater was worn under the jacket, and the high collar rubbed Zuo Cheng's neck, and he rubbed it uncomfortable.

"How is it?" The military man asked excitedly, "Is it warmer?"

Zuo Cheng followed his words, moved his upper body to feel it carefully, and replied truthfully: "It's a little tight... I'm not very comfortable... But it doesn't feel much different from when I didn't wear it before."

"Is that so?" The military man scratched his hair with a headache. "The commander said that there are not many things, but it was sent by the princess. We should cherish it. I thought it was really so amazing..."

Zuo Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth: "Those nobles can only come up with flashy things.

"Forget it, it's a good thing to have more clothes. I'll go deliver food first."

He suffered a cold just now, and he is not going to toss again in vain.

The soldier nodded.

He suddenly remembered something, stopped Zuo Cheng who was about to go out, and said, "That's right, Zuo Cheng. I heard from the person who delivered the things that the princess gathered many refugees in Cannes, especially some homeless people. of orphans.

"We may have to transfer back to Fengping in the spring. You can't take care of these children for the rest of your life. Do you want to..."

"Let's talk about it." Zuo Cheng didn't finish listening to his words. After putting on his winter boots, he strode into the vast snowy landscape.

After half an hour, he stopped in front of a small ruined temple as usual.

He knocked on the door lightly, and after a while, a seven or eight-year-old child opened the door.

Zuo Cheng directly picked him up and sent him back to the temporary "thatched nest" in the temple.

The thatch nest was not big, it was built with clean thatch and some cloth, but it was crowded with seven or eight young children.

When they saw Zuo Cheng coming, they all stuck their heads out and shouted in vain, "Uncle Zuo."

Zuo Cheng didn't let them get up, but divided the food he brought and sent it to them one by one.

He didn't buy enough winter clothes and could only use this method to keep the children's body temperature. These foods are not only the rations he saved, but also the ones he bought from the villagers with army salaries.

The only one wearing thick clothes was the child who had just opened the door for him. He stood on the thatched nest and helped Zuo Cheng deliver food.

Zuo Cheng held a small horn of the wheat cake and instructed: "Don't touch my hand, I just came in from outside and my hands are cold."

The child stared at a pair of dark eyes, suddenly grabbed Zuo Cheng's hand, and replied, "Uncle Zuo, your hands are not cold at all today!"

Hearing this, Zuo Cheng rubbed his hands to feel it, only to realize that his hands were not as usual, because they were frozen in the snow and ice.

Usually, when he came here, his hands were so cold that he lost consciousness, so today his hands were still warm, but he didn't notice it.

But he didn't have time to explore the reason, instead he stopped worrying, and quickened his hands and feet to divide everything.

Soon, the children all got food and buried their heads in the thatched nest to eat.

Zuo Chengcheng sat next to them.

Taking advantage of the moonlight reflected from the snow outside, he reached into his cuff and pulled out a small piece of white sweater.

The author has something to say: thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 5 for Blizzard; 2 for Zhen Zhen; 1 for Sophie;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Chen Zijie;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!