Chapter 85: Getting to Know Jiang Nanchun
Only those veterans who have often been on the edge of a knife know how important this magical object that can quickly heal injuries is.
They are not afraid of death, but they are very afraid of death. If they are just seriously injured and die in a moment, that would be fine.
I was afraid that I would suffer in pain for days and nights, lie in the wounded camp, lack medical treatment, and slowly die .
My scalp tingles just thinking about it.
They have seen this kind of situation many times.
They watched their former comrades gradually die in grief, and they were powerless to do anything.
If only this honey water thing could be...supplied in large quantities!
The old soldier shook his head vigorously and sneered at himself. He was over 40 years old and knew very well that there couldn't be too many of these magical items. The nobleman in front of him was willing to take out a bottle and use it on them, the lowly military households, which was already an extremely rare kindness.
Want a large supply?
The old soldier bent slightly towards Lu Sen and ran to the front of the grain team with the remaining honey water.
The battle ahead is much more intense. If you can save as many lives as possible, save as many as possible.
Lu Sen continued to stay where he was, and the people from the Imperial City Bureau still protected him in the encirclement.
It can even be said that it is more attentive.
Lu Sen’s actions just now were recognized by everyone in the Imperial City Bureau.
A person who is willing to save the enemy and join the army would naturally be willing to save those people with whom he has spent a few days and with whom he usually talks and laughs.
This is a very simple calculation.
It is rumored in the market that although Master Lu has strange hobbies, he is a kind-hearted person, and this is not wrong.
Lu Sen waited for a long time, but no more enemies appeared, and the shouting and screaming in front of the grain team became smaller and smaller.
About half an incense stick of time after the shouting and killing sounds, Yang Wenguang came back on horseback. His white armor was stained with blood and he looked murderous.
But when he saw Lu Sen, the evil spirit on his body immediately disappeared, and then he turned over and dismounted, clasped his fists and smiled: "Thank you brother-in-law for helping and saving the seriously injured comrade."
Yang Wenguang looked at Lu Sen and admired him more and more.
Not long ago, an old soldier came over with a basin of water that smelled of honey and fed it to everyone he saw. After drinking the water, the wounded soldiers' injuries improved a lot. He then knew that it was Lu Sen who took action.
Seeing his comrades who were very likely to die come back to life, Yang Wenguang was extremely happy. At the same time, he was grateful and admired Lu Sen.
He also had a bottle of honey, but he always ate it himself, occasionally sharing some with Zhe's family, and never considered these soldiers.
So he felt that he was far inferior to Lu Sen in terms of character.
Although Lu Sen can produce honey continuously and he should not be short of it, he is willing to take out such a precious thing and give it to his lowly soldiers, which shows his sentiments.
Don’t you see that there are countless wealthy businessmen in Bianjing City, all of them wearing gold and silver, but how many of them are willing to help the beggars in the city?
Lu Sen waved his hand, showing no interest in Yang Wenguang's praise, and asked, "It seems that Zhongrong's strategy of waiting for the rabbit to come has succeeded. Do you know the identity of the attacker?"
"It's obvious, a Xixia person." Yang Wenguang walked up to the body of a martial artist and lifted his veil.
The deceased had a full beard, a high nose bridge, and thin cheeks. He did not look like a Song Dynasty man at all.
"Those who attacked the grain team should be experts from Xixia Feilong Academy." Yang Wenguang's fair face was full of contempt. "And there are many Song people who defected to the enemy. They usually lurk in Xi'an City, where they can gather information and purchase supplies for those Xixia people lurking outside the city."
The political system of Western Xia was greatly influenced by the Northern Song Dynasty, and it also had government institutions similar to those of the Song Dynasty. After all, before Li Yuanhao started the rebellion and founded the country, he was probably subservient to the Song Dynasty.
"It seems that the enemy is also very cunning." Lu Sen walked over and looked at the Xixia man for a while.
In fact, their hair color, eye color and skin color are not much different from those of the Song people. The main difference is in temperament.
"It's a pity that they keep trying to do this again and again. Do they really think that there is no one on the Yongxing Army Road?" Yang Wenguang snorted, and then said, "Brother-in-law, we are going to continue our journey. Can you keep up?"
They had just been through a fierce fight, and he was worried that Lu Sen would be scared.
After all, Lu Sen is a Taoist who is used to a life of luxury and he probably has never seen blood before.
Now there were a lot of corpses and seriously injured people lying on both sides of the road. In addition, there were red and white strips everywhere. The killers were used to seeing them, but their brother-in-law might not be.
"Of course we go together." Lu Sen jumped on the horse.
He was indeed a little uncomfortable, but only a little.
In fact, Lu Sen's mental resilience is better than most people.
A small group of people stayed behind in the grain team to take care of the wounded and bury the bodies, while the others continued on their way.
Lu Sen followed Yang Wenguang and chatted casually.
Yang Wenguang asked a lot of questions about family matters, and he asked them very seriously. He had not been home for five years, so of course he missed his home and was worried about his family.
The grain team walked for another two days and finally reached their destination around noon on the third day.
Gyeongju.
On the endless, undulating loess hills, Gyeongju is like a nail, nailing one of the passages from the south to the north.
There were icicles hanging on the high loess walls, and when the grain team appeared at the city gate, the people on top cheered.
In fact, the food supply in Gyeongju is almost running out.
Being able to transport food and grass back is a big deal for the entire Gyeongju.
When passing through the city gate, Lu Sen discovered that on the right side of the city wall, there was a large military camp with a large flag with the word "Zhe" hanging on it, fluttering in the wind.
Following Lu Sen's line of sight, Yang Wenguang also saw the camp. He smiled and said, "Because of the Xixia attack, many soldiers were transferred from nearby. Qingzhou couldn't accommodate them, so they had to be placed outside."
Lu Sen nodded to show his understanding.
Gyeongju can only be considered a medium-sized city, or even a bit barely, and it is certainly impossible to place too many soldiers in it.
After the two men entered the city, Yang Wenguang asked his adjutant to arrange the food and fodder, while he took Lu Sen to the government office in the city to meet the marshal there, Zhe Jimin.
Unlike Bianjing City, everything in Gyeongju seems to be covered with a yellow filter.
The government office was no exception. Even in winter, as long as the snow was not thick enough and the wind blew, the sky would be filled with yellow sand.
Many times, even the snow is yellow.
Stepping on the yellow fine sand, Lu Sen followed Yang Wenguang into the government office.
Not long after I entered, I heard someone swearing inside.
"How many times have I told you that when you are scouting the enemy's movements, don't be greedy and kill the enemy, and don't rush in. But you ignored me and now you are in trouble. You have lost eight of your comrades. Even if you killed twenty enemies, was it necessary?"
When Lu Sen looked over, he saw a mature-looking man scolding an armored general who had his back to him.
Then the mature-looking man saw Yang Wenguang, pushed aside the general who was being reprimanded, walked up and asked, "Zhongrong, are the food and grass safe?"
"They have all been transported back." Yang Wenguang said with a smile, "As expected, it was the Xixia people who were causing trouble."
"Just bring it back." The mature man breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Lu Sen: "Excuse me, who is this?"
"Master Lu, Military Supervisor Lu, brother-in-law."
The mature man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he also stepped forward, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, it is indeed as Third Brother said in the letter, a handsome man. I am Zhe Jimin, you can call me Guangxiao, or cousin."
There was intimacy and familiarity in his words.
It is also feasible for people of the same age in the Zhe family to call Lu Sen their brother-in-law, because according to seniority, the mature-looking man in front of them is a distant cousin of Yang Jinhua and Yang Wenguang.
"Guangxiao, I've heard Uncle Zhe Qi talk about you a lot, and I've always wanted to meet you. Now we finally meet." Lu Sen also laughed, and then took out a basket of fruit from his system backpack: "It's just a small gift, not a sign of respect."
Looking at the fresh peaches and pears in the fruit basket, Zhe Jimin swallowed his saliva. It had been freezing cold for several months, and his tongue was blistered from eating baked buns and bacon.
Now he wanted to take a bite when he saw the fresh fruit, but with the guests in front of him, he held back and took the fruit basket without hesitation, put it aside, and smiled with emotion: "Brother-in-law is thoughtful, thoughtful."
As the military supervisor, Lu Sen had more real power than Zhe Jimin.
However, Lu Sen did not act like a superior, but talked to him as a relative and gave him gifts. This shows that Lu Sen did not intend to "restrain" Zhe Jimin, but should be the kind of military supervisor who followed the army to watch the show and did not meddle in other people's business.
So Zhe Jimin is very happy at this moment.
The general who was scolded also came over, clasped his fists and said to Lu Sen with a smile: "Brother-in-law, I am Zhe Jizu, you can just call me and answer."
The two are brothers and are also the real power holders in Gyeongju.
Zhe Jimin was the pacification envoy of Gyeongju, the governor, and the generalissimo of the Western Expedition.
Zhe Jizu was the governor of Qingzhou and the pacification commissioner of Qingzhou's border areas.
They are the two leaders of the Zhe family army.
Both of them were under 30 years old. At this time, Zhe Jimin was 28 and Zhe Jizu was 26.
And...our parents are no longer here.
In the previous generation of the Zhe family, except for the illegitimate son Zhe Laoqi who stayed in Bianjing City, all other uncles and aunts had died in battle.
Just like the Yang family.
The family is also full of loyal heroes.
It’s just that the Zhe family is luckier and had more sons. Now there are six men to inherit the family business, protecting the northwest border and blocking the evil wolf of Western Xia.
Lu Sen had great respect for both the Yang family and the Zhe family. Before he set off, he also asked Marshal Mu about the Zhe family.
I know that the current situation of the Zhe family is not very good.
"Yes!" Lu Sen clasped his fists and smiled, "Please take care of me in the future."
At this time, Zhe Jimin said, "Yingzhi, you and Zhongrong take my brother-in-law to rest first. He is a gentle man, not as rough as us. He must be tired after traveling a long way. Treat him well. If my brother-in-law is not satisfied, I will punish you two by military law."
Yang Wenguang and Zhe Jizu nodded repeatedly.
Then they took Lu Sen out of the government office, walked a distance to the west, and then took Lu Sen behind an earth wall.
There is a wooden building in the courtyard surrounded by a low yellow mud wall. After entering, you can see two maids waiting there. They are covered in dust, wearing thick cloth clothes and have bright red spots on their cheeks.
When I entered the yard, I saw a sea of yellow... the ground, the sky, and the outer surface of the wooden building were all covered with a layer of yellow ash.
When Lu Sen entered the building, he saw a thin layer of yellow soil on the wooden floor. He was just looking for a place to sit down, and when he reached out and touched the stool, he left a finger mark.
Zhe Jizu felt a little embarrassed.
Yang Wenguang smiled helplessly and said, "It's not that the maid is not diligent, but this is how it is in Qingzhou. If you dare to open the window, everything in the house will be stained with a layer of yellow dust in less than half an hour."
The two maids standing nearby came over immediately and helped Lu Sen wipe the stool clean.
Lu Sen didn't find it strange, as the Loess Plateau was like this.
It was not until the afforestation efforts in later generations were successful that the sky near Xi'an changed from hazy yellow to blue sky with white clouds.
"This is the best location except for the government office. It is backed by the south wall to the north. When the wind and sand reach here, they will float upwards and the dust that falls is less than that in other places." Zhe Jizu explained.
Gyeongju was considered the front line at this time. If you go more than a hundred miles north, you will enter the territory of Western Xia.
Therefore, there are not many people in Gyeongju, and business is naturally not very good.
If the business environment is not good, there will naturally be fewer tall buildings. This low wooden building can be considered a good house.
Lu Sen looked around and felt helpless.
He has a mild obsession with cleanliness, but it's not too serious. He can tolerate such a dusty living environment for a short period of time, but he will definitely be uncomfortable living there for a long time.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Yingzhi, can I do something in this yard?"
"Of course you can." Zhe Jizu said as a matter of course: "This place has actually been given to my brother-in-law."
The land in Gyeongju is not valuable, at least far less than that in Bianjing City.
Lu Sen immediately took out pieces of fence from his system backpack and set them down along the low wall.
Yang Wenguang and Zhe Jizu both looked at Lu Sen in surprise, wondering what he was doing.
But when Lu Sen walked around the wall and formed a circle around the fence, the two suddenly felt a repulsive force coming from all around them, which was very fierce and wanted to push them out of the yard.
But this thrust was fleeting and disappeared in an instant.
Then, the temperature around suddenly became warmer.
"What's going on?"
Zhe Jizu was stunned for a moment. He touched his face, looked around, and was stunned: "Is my feeling wrong?"
Yang Wenguang was similarly confused, but he suddenly remembered what his mother wrote in the letter, and immediately shouted: "Wait, brother-in-law, is this the rumored cave dwelling technique?"
Lu Sen smiled and replied: "Yes, I am used to clean places, otherwise I have trouble falling asleep, please don't mind."
"What's so strange about this? Who doesn't want to 'sleep beside the spring rain and wake up to the fragrance of flowers'?" Yang Wenguang shook his head : "If there is no other way, who would be willing to stay in Qingzhou, a place with bitter cold and sandstorms."
Zhe Jizu was sniffing hard beside him, and after taking several puffs, the strong man suddenly burst into tears.
Lu Sen and Yang Wenguang were greatly surprised.
Especially Yang Wenguang, who asked anxiously: "Yingzhi, what's wrong with you?"
Zhe Jizu wiped his eyes, and his face, which had become very mature after being weathered, was full of emotion and shock: "So this is the smell of spring in the south of the Yangtze River, so fresh and pleasant, without any acrid smell of dust."
Lu Sen and Yang Wenguang were stunned again.
Then Yang Wenguang murmured in a low voice: "That's right... Yingzhi, you have never left Yongxingjun Road, and have never seen the birds singing and the flowers blooming."
In Gyeongju City, sandstorms never stop blowing all year round.
Lu Sen put his hands in his sleeves, looking at the gray sky outside, feeling a little uncomfortable.
