The old and mottled city wall is like a mirror carrying painful memories. No matter who stands on it, he will fall into a kind of gratuitous sadness. Even someone like Han You, who smiles all day long, will also be affected by the gratuitous sadness reflected in the mirror. Influence.
The pain between people is not the same. Since the word empathy was invented, it has been full of dramatic entertainment effects.
This mirror city wall, soaked in blood countless times, made Han You miss the capital and his relatives, but it also made him more determined in what he wanted to do, what was unfinished and what was within his power.
"At least I still have a wife, no, two. A well-fed man cannot ignore a hungry man's hunger. That is immoral."
Han You raised his hand and pointed to the dense mountain forest outside the pass, shouting: "Brothers, I want to find you a wife, and we will also eat Western food."
The archers on the city wall laughed, not understanding, but very happy.
The Son of Nanguan always makes them happy, and more often than not, the Son of Nanguan is happy, and they are very happy.
The archers on the city wall and the troops in the city gates. When they first joined the army, it was Han Bairen's story that accompanied them to sleep at night. I don't know how many soldiers dreamed that one day they would become a general like Han Bairen who would dominate the border.
Han You shook his head and no longer missed his distant family ties.
A figure walked in the distance, and Han You's good mood was wiped away.
Wearing a white robe and a long sword on his waist, he walked toward Han You step by step with an expressionless face.
"Hello, Mister Tang."
Seeing Tang Qingfeng walking towards him, Han You showed a polite but embarrassing smile.
"Someone told me that you want to bring a large number of foreign women into the pass and marry them to the men of the border army?"
Han You shook his head: "No."
Tang Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay if it doesn't happen."
Han You continued to shake his head.
Of course not. Who said that letting them enter the customs and get married is just a matter of matching. They have to spend money to get married. Where will the money come from the military? Keep everything simple and that's it.
Han You subconsciously stood aside.
There is always a kind of person in this world. This kind of person is neither good nor bad, has nothing to do with good or evil, and other words are too superficial to describe it. In short, this kind of person will be admired because they are stubborn to the point of being paranoid and pathological. To this extent, I will never follow the crowd, never reconcile with myself, let alone say to myself that it is better to do less than to do more.
This is how Han You feels about Tang Qingfeng. It's not that he hates it. Likes and dislikes can't be defined. It's not that he rejects him. Appreciation and rejection are too arbitrary. He just fears that people who are always good at changing themselves are most afraid of dealing with such people who never change. When we are together, we cannot convince each other, but will be affected by them.
"Um, Tang Shuai, do you have anything to do with me?"
"It's okay, why do you look guilty?"
"No."
"Hurrah."
Tang Qingfeng raised his finger and pointed at Han You: "As expected from the rumors just now, you want to bring the barbarian women into the pass!"
"Who did you listen to? Isn't this a rumor?"
"Han You!" Tang Qingfeng sneered again and again: "I know you better than I know my father. When you are guilty, you are different from ordinary people. Your eyes will not dodge and you will look ahead involuntarily. When you tell lies, you will twitch the corners of your mouth. Show your sincerity, when you don’t want to answer other people’s questions, you will substitute questions for answers!”
Han You raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Wang Hai: "Is there any?"
Wang Hai was still stunned. Looking back, he realized that this was really the case.
Zhou Tong's eyes looked back and forth between Tang Qingfeng and Han You, and His Highness Can Gui felt that there was something wrong with the style of painting.
Brother Hai also realized that something was wrong, and he didn't pay much attention to the details Tang Qingfeng said.
Lu Baichuan didn't feel that the painting style was wrong, he just felt that these words were a bit strange. What does it mean to know you better than my father?
Tang Qingfeng was so proud: "Ha, surnamed Han, let's see how you can still quibble in front of me."
"Alright alright."
Han You shrugged: "Hurry up and write a memorial to the court. That's right, it was me who did it, as you please."
"Okay, I'm going to take a good look at your book. We'll see how proud you are of it."
With a flick of his sleeves and robe, Tang Qingfeng walked down the city wall proudly like a victorious general.
"Leaving now?"
Han You was confused: "I thought he was going to have a big quarrel with me."
The friends looked at each other and realized that Tang Qingfeng was becoming more and more abnormal.
They couldn't understand that the two young men who followed Tang Qingfeng understood what was going on. To put it simply, they were free.
Since Han You came to Nanguan, Tang Qingfeng has become more and more leisurely.
Originally, he, the deputy commander of Nanguan, was responsible for logistics, people's livelihood, food and grass, daily management of the army, etc. There were many things, very busy, and very cumbersome.
As a result, Han You came, smiling playfully every day, taking care of everything, making decisions on everything, relying on his name, his father's name, military talismans, and imperial edicts. Relying on these things... he got a lot of things done.
Generally speaking, food and grass are allocated from Nandi Sandao once a month or two months.
Han You was dissatisfied with the ink stains, so he asked the miscellaneous soldiers to notify various officials to transfer as many as they could. If they ran too slow, they would be killed.
Whoever is in charge of various affairs is not a person with good ears and eyes, who does not tremble when he hears the name of the remnants of the previous dynasty.
In the past, when Tang Qingfeng asked for food and grass, they would just do what they should do, and it was useless to say what they shouldn't do.
Now Han You has the final say. This group of local officials and ordnance supervisors don't even dare to give a shit. Many places really can't get enough food and grass. It's all the local government officials who pay for it out of their own pockets. They are deeply afraid that Han You will come to them. trouble.
Daily management and the like mainly involve coordinating with the generals of the six major battalions. The generals of the six major battalions are all senior. Their position is not as good as that of Tang Qingfeng, but their seniority is older than him. If any battalion suffers a loss, they will argue when they should and do what they should do. .
After Han You came, everyone in the Sixth Camp treated each other with respect and treated them like guests. Young Master Han said they were who they were, and there was not even a single fight.
Finally, let’s talk about the most important people’s livelihood. Most of Lancheng’s people are military relatives, so it’s not an exaggeration to call them miserable. Tang Qingfeng also tried his best to help these people.
It's a pity that Han You is more practical than him. What are the old, weak and sick left in the city for? Just keep the young and strong, and drive away the other old and weak, which takes up too much space.
Ask, how will you live after being kicked out?
Answer: Give land, give money, give food, give houses, and make room for more young and strong people. Anyway, we have raided so many houses before, so there is plenty of land.
Then, many military relatives inexplicably went to be well-off, and got some extra land under their names.
After solving the matter in Lancheng, Han You started to implement those "projects" that challenged Tang Qingfeng's extreme limits. Everyone was cooperating, whether it was the common people or the military. Tang Qingfeng didn't understand yet. He wanted to get involved, but he didn't know how to do it. Sense of presence.
This also led to Tang Qingfeng being idle every day. When he stayed in the Bingbei Mansion, he had to ask Han You 48 times what he was doing now for twelve hours a day. He did nothing all day long and just studied Han You. Not only study Han You, but also what Han You did.
I knew it was just for free, but I didn't know that I thought this guy was going to do something about the incident.
Han You didn't care that Tang Qingfeng went to write a memorial and report. Anyway, after writing, his personal entourage would have to ask the soldiers to deliver the letter. He could just take a look at it when the time came. If he didn't like it, he would just tear it up.
Just as Han You took out a small yellow paper booklet to see if there were any to-do items, shouts came from the corner tower on the right, and he saw a group of people approaching the border from the mountains and forests.
