It's early summer, the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the flowers and trees flourish.
The cattle and sheep that the Tartars relied on for survival had to be raised at this time, and the horses and horses were fed until they were fat and strong, and they were only waiting for the cool autumn to kill, burn, loot and hoard supplies.
The soldiers of the Dayu Dynasty also got the opportunity to recuperate, reclaim wasteland, or go home to visit relatives.
As a general, Jiang Jizu had long been used to it. He was holding a pen and thinking about writing some letters home, while sending the knickknacks he had collected back to Jiang Sheng.
After decades of fighting abroad, apart from missing his parents when he was young, he was not that eager to return to Fengjing.
It's a pity that people can't help themselves outside. In the past two years, the battle with the Tartars has become increasingly stalemate. The territory that the late emperor fought for with his life cannot be retreated. The young general is brave but immature after all. There must be someone who can take the lead.
Countless thoughts can only be compressed into words, and then accumulated into exquisite and rare items, which were brought back to Fengjing by the official post and delivered to his mellow and playful little daughter.
"General, I'm writing a letter home again." The deputy general opened the curtain and came in. He couldn't restrain his smile, "They say people are homesick most when they get old. General, he's aging a bit fast these days."
"Vice General Jin, could it be that the wasteland has been reclaimed?" Jiang Jizu put down his brush with his rough palms, "I wonder what happened to my daughter, don't you miss those two brats of yours?"
"The general calls him a brat, how could he think so?" Vice Admiral Jin said with disgust on his face, "It's a pity that I haven't been able to go home in the past two years. I want my wife to have another daughter even if she can't. It's better for me to be a general. I just want to have both children." , The young general is brave and unparalleled, the girl...the girl is round and beautiful."
It can be seen that he is trying hard to find words, but Jiang Sheng does not have outstanding appearance, nor is he dignified and demure. Even his calves are as strong as the Jiang family.
Pearly and round, this is probably the most beautiful word that Deputy General Jin can come up with.
Jiang Jizu glared at her, thinking of the chubby and greedy little girl, and quickly smiled again, "What do you know? Fat girls are the best to raise. They are better than anything else if they are healthy and not sick."
"Yes, yes, the girl is well-behaved and cute. She also provides us with meat to eat." Vice General Jin quickly made up his mind and glanced into the tent unconsciously.
This is also the purpose of his coming to the Lord’s tent today.
After recognizing his father, Jiang Sheng's workshop in Anshui County not only supplied sausages and bacon to Fang Heng's team, but also sent a lot of sausages and bacon to General Jiang's main camp.
For this reason, she specifically asked Uncle Zhang to expand three workshops and recruit aunts and uncles from half of Anshui County to smoke and bake as much as possible.
The advantage is that the name of the Jiang family's legitimate daughter is well-known in northern Xinjiang, but the disadvantage is that she has saved a lot of money.
All sausages and bacon delivered are free of charge.
General Jiang felt sorry for his daughter, but he couldn't afford the military salary to buy it, so he had to write to Mrs. Jiang and ask for money from Youran's house to send it to her.
But was rejected by Jiang Sheng.
The little girl said plausibly, "I can give meat to my third brother, and of course I can also give meat to my father. If I take Youranju's money, wouldn't it be equivalent to my father buying meat himself? Then I will feel guilty."
My brother has it, and so does my father.
She loves money very much, but she loves her family even more. Although the banknotes in the bank can bring happiness, if they accumulate too much, they will become cold numbers.
The second brother said that money is alive.
Either use it to make more money, or use it to exchange for a better life.
The profits from the two Jiuzhenfangs are enough to support four workshops in Anshui County, not to mention the Baiweishang that has gradually become a scene in Fengjing.
Jiang Jizu had no choice but to take back the money, but he felt more and more deeply in his heart, how virtuous and capable he was, to have such a well-behaved, sensible, sophisticated but unsophisticated daughter.
Especially, after eleven years of loss.
“What is lost and found is more valuable than what was originally owned.”
He finished writing this sentence before looking at Vice Admiral Jin, "The weather has gotten warmer, there is more fresh meat to eat, and it is becoming more and more inconvenient to make bacon and sausages. I asked Anshui County to stop the supply and wait until autumn and winter. .”
In theory, if you can eat fresh meat, it is definitely better than cured meat.
But there is someone in the military camp who likes it. The unique flavor of wax cannot be replaced by any prey.
Vice Admiral Jin was a little disappointed, "Then my subordinate will go back to reclaim the wasteland."
He really turned around and left without any hesitation.
Jiang Jizu couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect the charm of bacon and sausages to be so high. He glanced outside the tent and flipped to the bottom of the cage, revealing two oily sausages inside.
"It seems I can't hide the little that's left." He smiled and placed the sausage on the table.
I have to continue writing letters home. The small items are carefully wrapped in old clothes. The oily sausages are wrapped in butter paper. The oil paper rustles as the wind blows at the entrance of the tent.
Everything is so beautiful.
Until the horn sounds of enemy attack.
"General, the Tartars are attacking us..." Another deputy general staggered over, "The first, second, third and fifth teams have been assembled. General, do you want to fight?"
Of course, it was necessary to face the enemy, but it was a bit too abnormal for the Tartars to make a surprise attack when they should be recuperating the most.
Jiang Jizu glanced at the letter home with two words left, and finally put down his writing brush, put on his battle robe, and said, "Defend first and send out sentries to investigate the enemy's situation."
The golden sunshine outside shines into the tent, and the sausage half-wrapped in yellow paper becomes increasingly oily. The thin layer of oil snakes along the ravine, and finally gathers at the end and drips into the blank space of the home book.
“Woooooooo~~~”
"Woo~~"
The trumpets sound one after another, and different sequences concatenate different meanings.
"The enemy's surprise attack will probably require a large number of manpower." Vice General Jin listened attentively, "This is too abnormal, extremely abnormal."
"Could it be that they want to grab more supplies when we are not prepared?" Vice General Liu frowned.
Jiang Jizu shook his head, "The reason why the grassland nomads kill, kill and loot is because they don't have enough food in winter and spring. Summer is the harvest season. If we miss feeding cattle and sheep because of the attack, it will be more than worth the loss for them."
If the raid was really effective, it would be impossible to recuperate as soon as summer comes after all these years. It has almost become a tacit agreement between the two parties.
"There must be some serious anomaly." Jiang Jizu tapped the table, "We still have to fight. Since the Tartars are coming, it is impossible for the soldiers of the Dayu Dynasty to retreat, but this battle needs to be more cautious."
"Vice-General Liu led the 1st and 3rd squads to fight on the left, Vice-General Xu led the 25th squad to surround me on the right, and Vice-General Jin led the 4th squad to confront me head-on."
He quickly issued military orders and arranged tactics.
No matter what, you must greet the enemy when he comes, and fight when the enemy charges.
Being on the border and becoming a soldier, your mission is to protect the people and defend the territory.
He no longer read the unfinished letters home, took out his usual spear, mounted his horse decisively and calmly, and rushed to the battlefield.
