Because the tents were all occupied, that night, the two brothers lay in the carriage holding their quilts and chatting.
"Why is Northern Xinjiang so poor?" Zheng Ruqian expressed his doubts, "You are fighting for the country, shouldn't you give strong support?"
Fengjing's aristocratic family was singing and dancing, and a random meal cost several hundred taels of silver. When converted into ordinary pork, it was enough to feed everyone in the fifth team for three days.
"Because it's the wealthy family, not the treasury." Fang Heng crossed his arms, "The late emperor went on a brutal campaign, and the treasury was empty for many years. It would be great to be able to feed the soldiers. How can we have meat every meal?"
"What's more, northern Xinjiang is so remote that ordinary pork cannot be transported and will go bad."
Jiangnan is rich and Fengjing is rich, but this richness cannot reach the frontier.
Fang Heng let out a long sigh, opened the side curtain of the carriage, looked at the stars outside, and chuckled, "Second brother, we are looking at the same starry sky as the eldest brother, younger brothers and sisters."
I don't know what they are doing or whether they are thinking about him.
Zheng Ruqian didn't answer, but looked at the top of the carriage in ecstasy.
After a long time, Fang Heng's breathing gradually slowed down, and he must have fallen asleep due to exhaustion.
Zheng Ruqian tucked him in like he was in a ruined temple, and pushed his long hair to one side before lying on the other side and gradually fell asleep.
In the dream, they had fast mobile tools. Not only could they reach the frontier in three or two days, but they could also transport Fengjing's pork.
One trip after another until the moving tool made a "ding-ding-ding" sound and was completely scrapped.
Zheng Ruqian had no time to feel sad and sat up suddenly, only to find that the quilt beside him had long been empty. The sound of knives colliding could be heard outside, accompanied by the boy's powerful shouting, forming the most beautiful sound in the cold winter.
He opened the door and saw the soldiers who were a little lazy yesterday, all wearing the thinnest clothes, using the most determined eyes and the most ruthless sword skills.
Fang Heng put his best foot forward and stood at the front. He was still a thin young man, but every muscle was full of explosiveness and strength.
He demonstrated the Fang family's sword skills over and over again, without any hidden secrets, and taught the key points.
Six guards assist in teaching and help everyone correct their movements.
Zheng Ruqian didn't want to disturb them, so he crouched over to the water tank, scooped out a ladle of water, and mixed it with fine salt to clean his mouth.
The cook who took away the bacon yesterday came over naively and took out the warm rice, "The captain told us to leave it for you."
It was yesterday's cabbage stewed with bacon. After repeated heating, the cabbage had become so soft that it was so ugly that it couldn't be seen.
But when I put it in my mouth, I felt it tasted better, and it slipped into my stomach without even chewing.
Perhaps because he was hungry, or perhaps because he had thought it through, Zheng Ruqian ate the bowl of cabbage and bacon thoroughly, which was comparable to the bowl at the entrance of the second courtyard that was often licked by stray cats and dogs.
After washing the dishes and chopsticks, he strode to the tent housing the people from Northern Xinjiang and opened the door. Inside were several men exercising.
Because they were weak or unfit to practice martial arts, they were arranged to wash vegetables and noodles together with the women, and make the beds.
Some people accept it calmly, while others strongly disagree.
These unwilling people secretly hide in tents to exercise after finishing their work. They are eager to become stronger, eager to pick up a long knife, eager to go into battle to kill the enemy, and even more eager to avenge the tragic death of their fathers and fellow villagers.
In order to be part of the army, they encourage each other and make progress together.
Unfortunately it still doesn't work.
After falling to the ground out of breath, a young man curled up in pain, "Why am I so useless? Why can't I go into battle to kill the enemy? I'm such a waste."
As soon as he relaxed, several other people who were standing on their heads or lying flat also became discouraged and closed their eyes sadly.
"Brother, are we unable to avenge our parents?" The young man choked, "I am so useless. I can't even go into battle to kill the enemy. I deserve to die. I should die with my parents."
Others lay in despair, and no one opened their mouths.
It was at this time that Zheng Ruqian opened the tent curtain, and the cold air and sunlight entered the tent at the same time, making the sobbing people shiver.
"Is it cold?" Mr. Zheng looked at them condescendingly, "That's right. There are many ways to prove your usefulness in this world, but death is the most useless."
"For those who can't go into battle to kill the enemy, just be the person who supports them from behind and go into battle to kill the enemy. No matter what you do, it is better than dying cowardly."
An older man struggled to sit up and yelled angrily, "Don't make sarcastic remarks. There is no shortage of us washing vegetables and making noodles. We want to really do something useful. What's wrong with us?"
"You are not wrong." Zheng Ruqian was still cold, "You may not like cutting vegetables and noodles, but you cannot look down on the people who cut vegetables and noodles. Without them, you would not even be able to eat, and you would have to starve to death."
The older man was speechless and lowered his head in shame.
"But we really don't need to cut vegetables and noodles." The young man struggled to get up. "We don't know how to do it. Look at my hands. I can cut three holes in a radish."
In the end, I was injured, recuperated, and became a freeloader again.
They don't want to.
With his back to the rising sun, Zheng Ruqian, who was wearing a dirty coat, smiled, like a god coming from the light or an omnipotent mountain spirit, "Since I don't want to cut vegetables and noodles, and I can't practice martial arts, Then let me transport the stuff."
Everyone inside was shocked.
The young man asked in surprise, "Luck, what is luck?"
"When transporting supplies from Fengjing to the frontier, you may encounter Tartars and suffer a lot." Zheng Ruqian said slowly, "But the things you transport can give the soldiers extra meals and allow them to eat and sleep well." OK, you can make their wounds heal faster, are you willing?"
If you can't be the one who goes to the battlefield, just be the one who supports them in going into battle to kill the enemy.
It’s not about chopping vegetables and making noodles, but actually bringing back life-saving things.
The eyes of the people in the tent lit up. They got up from the ground one by one and rushed to agree, "Okay, I'll go."
"I am willing, even if I encounter Tartars, I am willing."
"I can drive the carriage, want me, want me."
"I know the way and have a very good memory. I want to go too."
It doesn’t matter whether the national treasury is empty or the war is tight. What matters is that the people of the country work together and act unanimously.
Zheng Ruqian turned around and saw Fang Heng walking over with bare arms. The young man's body was covered with large and small scars, but his eyes were always bright and determined. He only showed some doubts when he heard strange noises in the tent.
He raised the corners of his mouth and told his younger brother with his actions: Silly boy, my second brother will accompany you through all the difficulties.
