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Chapter 1051 Chapter 1051: Panzhihua (1)

Wei Ci laughed.

Although he is kind, he is not a good person. It is presumed that such an upright word can be said by his own protagonist.

"How does the protagonist plan to settle those captives?"

Although the captives have not yet been assigned, they must also plan ahead.

If it is an ordinary army, soldiers captured in the middle of the battle will most likely be thrown to the front as cannon fodder.

Seemingly cruel, but actually good. On the one hand, it can increase the number of troops in our army, on the other hand, it can make the enemy fearful. On the other hand, it can use "justifiable" means to save Wujingjing. On the other hand, it can reduce the number of people eating and save military expenditures. Finally, it can make them a shield.

It can really be described as "use everything".

Captives are different from their own army and have different qualities. If they are left untreated, they will become a drag on the army.

Those captives, after all, have been eating rice for more than ten years and twenty years. If they died without giving back to society, would n’t it be a waste of resources. What about farming. "

Wei Ci snorted.

He was about to pass Jiang Yanji's instructions, and Yu Guang saw Feng Zhen's figure disappear into the military account.

"What did Fengjun Division come over for?"

The soldiers said, "The Fengjun division just came and instructed us to take inventory."

Wei Ci is more curious, and Feng Zhen has a lazy personality. How could he take the initiative to take matters beyond his responsibility?

"Check what?"

The soldier replied, "Inventory the widow's widow's widow, and Feng Jun said that it should be returned to the original owner."

As soon as Wei Ci twitched, he knew Feng was not so diligent.

"Is there a list? I'll see."

Wei Ci reached out his hand, and the soldiers quickly handed him the cleared list.

The items marked with thick ink on the bamboo slips are all things that Feng really wants. There are not many things, except for clothes, jewelry, silk satin, and plant toys. There are also a few deeds in Cangzhou. This list is worthless.

With Feng Zhen's current net worth, secretly withholding these, no one would say anything.

but--

It's okay to say that this behavior is small, and it is also a stain if it is large.

Wei Ci frowned, unrolled the bamboo slip, and dropped a note.

"what is this?"

Said the soldier, "The note written by Feng Junjun said that the above items were converted into silver money, and he would make up the omissions."

Wei Ci twitched.

He had wronged this prodigal son, and his spleen returned to the waves, but he was also cautious, how could he easily give someone a handle?

"What time is it, chasing beauty without looking at the occasion--"

In the barracks two or three years, sows raced sable cicadas.

Feng really has been a long time since the start of preparations for northern Xinjiang, but this is not the reason why he sees the imperial sister who is so beautiful and so excited. What belongs to the original owner? Isn't it a good time to take a look at the opportunity to see if there is any opportunity to enter?

This is a misunderstanding of Feng Zhen. In his opinion, admiring a beautiful woman is a kind of enjoyment, and appreciation does not mean taking it for yourself. Saying something quietly, he also admired his own protagonist, but gave him ten courage to dare not think about each other.

After years of fighting, it is rare to see a woman with a good appetite, and he is not allowed to look at it twice?

"Mrs. Wan, take a look, but is there anything missing?"

Wan Xiu'er was flattered. She knew that Feng Zhen was a concubine under Jiang Yanji's tent and asked him to come in person. Couldn't it be scary?

Feng Zhen's ability to handle things is inversely proportional to his discipline. Wan Xiuer's rough look seems to be lacking.

"Liuzhou Mu is interested, Mr. Lao Fanfeng runs a little more, and the little lady thanked her here."

Wan Xiu'er wasn't sure Feng Zhen's move was instructed by Jiang Yanji or anything else, but seeing the other person's look and sorrow, there was no impatience at all, thinking that this person should be a good speaker, so Wan Xiuer considered, The woman really wanted to trouble Mr. Feng— "

Feng Zhen dresses up carefully, and converges on the unruly expression, that is also a talented person, humanoid dog-like.

"Mrs. Wan, please."

Wan Xiuer thought about it and said hesitantly, "This way-there are two Panzhihua flowers planted in the little lady's hospital. The dead mother planted a yard before her death. When the little woman married, the dead mother gave a Panzhihua seedling. Nourish Over the years, there has been some emotion ... "

Panzhihua?

Fengzhen has a wealth of knowledge and naturally has heard of such ornamental plants.

According to rumors, some border areas also use Panzhihua as a token of love for men and women.

The mother presented Panzhihua when her daughter got married, and that was a blessing, no wonder Wan Xiuer couldn't bear it.

"Does Wan Niang want to remove Panzhihua from the courtyard?"

If it is removed, it will be difficult for the plant to survive.

Wan Xiuer laughed, and seemed to be teased by Feng Zhen's brain. She explained, "While fighting on the march, where can Mr. Feng allocate soldiers to dig up what to shoot for the little woman? But I want to start from the main pole. Move a seedling and chat with him for comfort. "

Feng Zhen's brow stretched, if it was just taking a seedling, it would not be difficult.

Coincidentally, he was still resting, and Feng Zhen was a "free man" and volunteered to accompany Wan Xiuer.

Feng Zhen is not small and transparent, and the incident that he accompanied the beauties to leave the military camp quickly spread to Jiang Yanji's ears.

"Wipe--the pick-up doesn't look at the timing?"

Jiang Yanji had a distorted expression and pinched the brush with his right hand.

She was busy, but Fengzhen was looking after the pick-up girl.

Feng Zhen could not feel Jiang Yanji's resentment. He accompanied Wan Xiuer to the original mansion and went all the way to the inner court.

In the inner courtyard, several Panzhihua were planted.

Panzhihua is not a flower, but it is a tree.

According to historical records, Panzhihua is one foot and two feet tall, one with three kees.

In addition, there is also a record of "cutting tung wood, thank you in February and March."

Feng Zhen heard the news of Panzhihua, but it was the first time that it was seen, because only a small number of powerful people could keep it at home to watch the scenery. If Wan Xiu's dead mother was relatively tall, she could n’t support it in her backyard—

Feng Zhen sat down on the floor, looking up at Wan Xiu'er on his neck, and after watching for a while, his neck was sore.

After two days of fighting, he did not sleep well, and he fell asleep next to the trunk.

Wan Xiu'er saw him move, thinking of Fengzhen Dayuan to accompany himself a long time, with a bit of gratitude in his heart.

No matter how long she was, she didn't look down on her.

Rather than giving valuable things to laughter, it is better to send some practical.

However, she is now a widowed woman. It is not good to send Feng Zhen alone, and she just counts Jiang Yanji and others.

"Panzhihua handles it. It can be used to fill the pillow. Then put some dried flowers to help sleep. Pillows are more comfortable than ordinary wooden pillows."

"Oh?" Feng Zhen woke up and replied, "Are there such effects?"

Wan Xiu'er said, "The little lady still has some for her, but she can do a few."

Xi Ji: Without paying attention, let the prodigal son run away to harm people! !! !!

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