"How can that be done?" Although Fang Heng was generous, he also had rules. "They have to divide their things among themselves."
After saying that, he called Jiang Wu and others to empty the entire carriage.
By the way, he helped the unconscious young girl to the tent.
After a short meeting, Jiang Wu and others really sent out things, leaving only a furoshiki for themselves.
Zheng Ruqian saw this and was completely speechless. He could only look up at the sky and keep his sadness to himself.
"Second brother." Fang Laosan approached cautiously, revealing the only remaining bag of cakes in his arms, "Look, I still have a bag here."
Yes, I kept it.
Jiang Sheng and Xiaosi and Xiaowu moved hard for more than half an hour. After bumping and bumping across thousands of mountains and rivers, Jiang Sheng only had this package left.
"There is also a letter from eldest brother. If you can, let it go." Zheng Ruqian kept his head raised and took out a letter from his arms.
Fang Heng opened it with a wry smile. Inside was the eldest brother's regular handwriting, what happened in the past six months, as well as instructions and greetings.
Scroll further down, and it turned out to be the situation of the Fang family, and the news that Fang Yuan was going to take the national examination.
I really didn't expect that the Fang family started out as a martial artist and produced military generals for generations, but in the hands of Second Uncle Fang, he actually took the path of a civil servant.
But that's fine, this way the entire frontier can be left to his own devices.
Fang Heng closed the letter and put an apologetic smile on his face again, "Second brother, don't be angry. It's not that we don't cherish the things sent from home. It's really bitter cold in the frontier, especially in winter when we lack food and clothing. As the captain, I can't Eat the meat yourself and let everyone drink the soup.”
Zheng Ruqian remained silent.
"Didn't the second brother just ask me why there are so many people in the fifth team?" Fang Heng sighed deliberately, "Actually, there is a secret here, which should not be revealed, but you are my second brother after all..."
Zheng Ruqian immediately sat up straight, his thick eyebrows and big eyes full of gossip and inquiry.
Fang Heng smiled knowingly, "Because I share the blessings and adversities with my sons and daughters, there are always people who come here in admiration and take in many surviving people from the villages. Gradually, the number of people increases."
After experiencing great grief, almost all young men were willing to take up long swords and fight to the death with the Tartars.
Other old, weak, sick and disabled people stayed in the tribe to take care of things so that the returning warriors could have hot soup and hot meals.
Everyone was doing what they could to contribute to the war effort.
From old to young, from male to female.
Zheng Ruqian followed Fang Heng and saw people with broken legs peeling cabbage leaves, a woman who lost an eye kneading noodles, and even children around ten years old washing mud from radishes.
"There's no meaty smell at all?" Zheng Ruqian was surprised.
Fang Heng smiled and said nothing, and continued to show him the newly rescued people in the tent. The military doctors were cleaning the wounds one by one, treating and bandaging them. Some had broken legs and needed bone setting. Even people outside could hear the "clicking" sound inside. No one said a word.
Doesn't he feel pain?
No, it was the most excruciating pain he had ever seen. Compared with the slaughter at that moment, the pain now was nothing.
We walked to the tent where the soldiers lived. Because we had saved many people and admitted many new recruits, the original place was a bit insufficient.
what to do? Just squeeze.
In the past, three soldiers slept in one tent, but now eight or nine soldiers slept together. Everyone could only lie upright on the narrow cotton mattresses, and it was difficult to turn over.
Compared with them, the life of a ruined temple is not that difficult.
Zheng Ruqian said nothing and sniffed.
We finally arrived at the captain's dedicated large tent. It looked to the naked eye much larger than that of ordinary soldiers, but when we opened it and looked again, we found that there were no less than ten quilts inside, proving that at least ten people slept here.
Zheng Ruqian turned back in surprise.
Fang Heng chuckled, "My tent is big and spacious, so I can't enjoy it alone. It just so happens that Jiang Yi and the others are my guards, so they simply sleep with me. Occasionally, there will be a few wounded soldiers."
Zheng Ruqian squirmed, but in the end he didn't say anything.
After a long while, Jiang Yi came over to invite someone, "Second Young Master, captain, it's time to eat."
Zheng Ruqian raised his head quietly and said, "You have all been deprived of your slave status, so you can be considered an upright guard. You may become a general in the future, so don't call me Second Young Master."
"Second Young Master is joking. We are freed from slavery because we need to join the army. Without the captain, we don't know where to beg for food." Jiang Yi smiled, "In our hearts, you will always be our young master and girl."
"Yeah, yeah." Jiang Ba stuck his head out from behind and grinned.
Zheng Ruqian also laughed. He smiled and glanced at Jiang Ba's missing finger, and then looked at his little baby face. He finally couldn't restrain his sourness, covered his face and lowered his head.
"Captain..." Jiang Ba was at a loss.
Why did the second young master cry suddenly?
Fang Heng waved his hand and told them to go eat first, while he found a place to sit down and keep company quietly.
The suffering in northern Xinjiang exceeds everyone's expectations.
I thought it would be difficult enough during the years in the ruined temple, but I didn't expect that it would be less than one-tenth of the level in Northern Xinjiang.
Fang Heng, a noble young man in Fengjing, had a glorious family background, loving parents, and countless money. How could he have lived such a life if he hadn't encountered a catastrophe.
Zheng Ruqian covered his face with his sleeves to cover up his heartache.
Fang Heng guessed it and said slowly, "Second brother, don't be too sad. I am indeed the young master of the Fang family, and I did have a very high status. But the ancestral motto of the Fang family is to fight for the country and fight to the end to protect the people." .I have known since I was born that my father inherited my grandfather’s will, and I will inherit my father’s will.”
War is cruel, fighting is cruel, and lives can be lost at any time.
But when a foreign enemy attacks, someone always has to be at the forefront, and someone always has to sacrifice.
My grandfather has no regrets, my father has no regrets, and Fang Heng has no regrets.
There was silence in the tent.
Zheng Ruqian was trying to calm down when Jiang Wu's voice came from outside, "Captain, Second Young Master, I've brought you food, just eat it here."
Fang Heng went over and took two large bowls, and came back with two pairs of chopsticks, giving them to Zheng Ruqian, "Eat quickly, it will cool down in a while."
Perhaps because of the addition of sausage and bacon, today's meal had a bit more meaty flavor. Fang Heng was extremely satisfied with the meal, chewing and swallowing.
Zheng Ruqian counted and found that this full bowl actually only had five slices of sausage, three slices of bacon, and the rest were all cabbage.
Looking at Fang Heng who was devouring food again, Zheng Laoer, who prided himself on being strong, his eyes turned red again.
He was too uncomfortable to eat, so he simply gave the sausage and meat to his brother, left the tent, and went outside to find some hot water to drink.
Some soldiers were curious and asked him if he wanted to eat with a bowl in hand.
Zheng Ruqian's sharp eyes noticed that these ordinary soldiers only had a piece of sausage and a piece of bacon in their bowls.
Because it was too rare, they ate all the cabbage first, then stuffed the sausage into their mouths with bacon, enjoying the explosion of fat in their mouths, and finally smiled with satisfaction.
Just a piece of sausage, a piece of bacon.
Zheng Ruqian's heart felt like it was blocked, and he couldn't get through it no matter what.
