One Thousand Fifty-One: Panzhihua (1)
Wei Ci laughed.
Although he has a kind heart, he is not a kind person. Such straightforward words, probably only his own master can say.
"How does my lord plan to settle those captives?"
Although the captives have not been allocated yet, they have to make plans in advance.
If it was an ordinary army, most of the soldiers captured in the middle of the battle would be thrown to the front of the formation as cannon fodder.
This may seem cruel, but it is actually beneficial. First, it can increase the number of our troops and make the enemy fearful in terms of momentum. Second, it can use "legitimate" means to eliminate the chaff and preserve the essence. Third, it can reduce the number of people who eat and save military food expenditures.
It can be said to be "make the best use of everything".
The captives are different from their own army, and their quality is different. If they are kept and not dealt with, they will become a drag on the army.
Those captives grew so big after eating rice for more than ten 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 instructions when he saw Feng Zhen's figure disappearing into the military tent out of the corner of his eye.
"What did Junjun Feng come here just now?"
The soldier said, "Mr. Feng just came over and told us to go and count things."
Wei Ci became even more curious. Feng Zhen has a lazy personality, so how could he take the initiative to take care of things outside the scope of responsibility?
"Inventory what?"
The soldier replied, "Take an inventory of the possessions of the widow of General Han Chang, and Master Feng said that the belongings should be returned to their original owners."
The corner of Wei Ci's mouth twitched, he knew that Feng Zhen was not that diligent.
"Is there a list? Let me see."
Wei Ci stretched out his hand, and the soldier quickly handed him the list that had been cleaned up.
The items drawn in thick ink on the bamboo slips are all the things Feng Zhen wanted, not many things, except clothes and jewelry, silk and satin, and plant playthings, and a few land deeds in Cangzhou. There is almost no money. , this list is of no value.
With Feng Zhen's current wealth and status, no one would say anything if he secretly withheld these things.
but--
This kind of behavior is nothing to say at a small scale, but it is also a stain on a large scale.
Wei Ci frowned, unfolded the scroll of bamboo slips, and a piece of paper fell out.
"What's this?"
The soldier said, "The note written by Junjun Feng said that the above items should be exchanged for money, and he will fill in the gaps."
The corner of Wei Ci's mouth twitched.
He has wronged this prodigal son, he has a bad temper, but he is also cautious, how could he easily give someone a handle?
"What time is this, chasing beauty and not looking at the timing of the occasion—"
In the second or third year of the military camp, the sows competed with Diaochan.
From the beginning of preparing for the war in Beijiang to the present, Fengzhen has been in love for a long time, but this is not the reason why he is so excited when he sees the beautiful and widowed sister Yu, right? What is returned to its original owner? Why don't you take the opportunity to get a good impression and see if there is any chance to sneak in?
This is a misunderstanding of Fengzhen. In his opinion, appreciating a beautiful woman is a kind of enjoyment, and appreciating it does not mean taking it for himself. To put it bluntly, he admired his protagonist quite a lot, but even if he had ten guts, he wouldn't dare to miss her.
After fighting for many years, it's rare to see a woman who suits his appetite. Why don't he take a second look?
"Miss Wan, check it out, is there anything missing?"
Wan Xiu'er was flattered, no matter how ignorant she was, she knew that Feng Zhen was an adviser under Jiang Pengji's tent, so asking him to come here in person, wouldn't it be scary.
Fengzhen's ability to handle affairs is inversely proportional to his integrity, and Wan Xiu'er took a rough look, as if everything was missing.
"Liuzhou Mu has a heart, please trouble Mr. Feng to make another trip, the little lady is here to thank you."
Wan Xiuer wasn't sure whether Fengzhen's move was ordered by Jiang Pengji or something else, but seeing the other party's expression was kind, without any impatience, she thought that this person should be easy to talk to, so Wan Xiuer thought about it and said, "One thing, little The woman really wants to trouble Mr. Feng—”
Feng Zhen dresses up carefully and restrains his unrestrained expression. He is also a good-looking talent and looks like a dog.
"Miss Wan, please tell me.
"
Wan Xiu'er thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "This is it - there are two Panzhihua plants planted in the little woman's courtyard. The deceased mother planted a yard before she was alive, and when the little woman got married, the deceased mother gave a Panzhihua seedling as a gift. Over the years, I have some feelings..."
Panzhihua?
Fengzhen has a wealth of knowledge, so he 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 to her daughter when she got married, which was also 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 will not survive.
Wan Xiu'er laughed, as if she was amused by Feng Zhen's brain hole. She explained, "I am still marching and fighting at the moment, how can I let Mr. Feng dispatch soldiers to dig some Panzhihua for the little woman. It is just to get some flowers from the main pole. Move a seedling and bring it with you for comfort."
Feng Zhen frowned, if it was just to take a seedling, it would not be difficult.
It just so happens that Fengzhen is still resting, and Fengzhen is an "idleman", so he volunteers to accompany Wan Xiuer for a walk.
Feng Zhen is no little transparent, the news that he accompanied the beautiful woman out of the barracks soon reached Jiang Pengji's ears.
"Fuck—you don't even look at the timing when you pick up girls?"
Jiang Pengji's expression was contorted, and the brush was broken with her right hand.
She was so busy with her work, but Fengzhen was so busy picking up girls, doing things?
Feng Zhen couldn't feel Jiang Pengji's resentment, he accompanied Wan Xiu'er to the original mansion, and went all the way to the inner courtyard.
Sure enough, there were several Panzhihua plants planted in the inner courtyard.
Panzhihua is not a flower, it is a tree to be precise.
According to historical records, Panzhihua is one foot and two feet high, with three leaves in one book, and it is about to burn at night.
In addition, there is also a record of "cutting the paulownia wood, and the flowers will wither in February and March".
Feng Zhen had heard about Panzhihua, but this was the first time he had seen it, because only a small number of rich and powerful could keep it at home as an ornamental sight. If Wan Xiuer's deceased mother hadn't been of a higher family background, she wouldn't be able to raise this thing in her backyard——
Feng Zhen sat on the ground, looking up at Wan Xiu'er with his neck up. After watching for a while, his neck became sore.
For the past two days, he has been focusing on fighting, but he hasn't slept well, and he feels sleepy when he leans against the tree trunk.
Seeing his movements, Wan Xiu'er felt a little grateful for the thought of Fengzhen coming all the way to accompany her.
But she doesn't have anything, and the other party doesn't look down on her.
Instead of giving expensive things to increase the laughing stock, it is better to give something practical.
But she is a widow now, so it's not good for her to send Feng Zhen alone, so Jiang Pengji and others should be included.
"Panzhihua can be used to fill pillows, and some dried flowers to help sleep are stuffed into the pillows. It is more comfortable to sleep on than ordinary wooden pillows."
"Oh?" Feng Zhen woke up, and replied, "Is there such an effect?"
Wan Xiu'er said, "The little lady still keeps some, but she can make a few."