Hard to be a good wife

After breakfast, the team continued to move forward. The road to Qinyang City became more tortuous, with mountains and ridges, and some places could not even be passed by a horse-drawn carriage.

Wang Zizhao had already abandoned the carriage and took a sedan chair, while Tang Yue still rode his pony and followed in the middle of the team fearfully.

Passing by a small village on the way, Hu Jinpeng asked the team to stop and rest for a while, and asked the people in the village for some water.

"Why is this village so quiet?" Zhao Sanlang jumped off his horse and walked to the entrance of the village with his spear on his shoulder to look around.

He has been in a different kind of excitement since he set off today. Sitting on horseback, he occasionally recites poems, sings a song, and looks like a mentally ill person.

Fortunately, the team was long and there were many people, so few people could see his sick appearance. Tang Yue also tried his best not to provoke him, lest he be stimulated and get out of control.

Hu Jinpeng sent a small group of [-] people in to have a look. Seeing that Zhao Sanlang was holding his gun nervously, he comforted him, "Maybe the villagers were frightened when they saw us coming."

Thousands of them acted together, not to mention how eye-catching they came all the way, basically they evacuated immediately wherever they went, they were more terrifying than beasts.

Zhao Sanlang stood the gun on the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't know how he could still blame the weather for being too hot in late autumn.

He is not the son of Duke Heng, his forehead is covered with sweat every time he moves.

"Brother Hu, do you think those bandits will really appear today?"

"Whether it will happen is unpredictable, but we will indeed pass through that area today, and it should be within the next hour."

"Then...if you don't meet him, can you go to Qinyang City to recuperate for a few days before making any plans?"

Hu Jinpeng glanced at him, and replied calmly: "This road is not in a hurry, and there is no need to go to the city for repairs. Your Highness does not want to disturb the people."

As soon as Wang Zizhao was moved out, Zhao Sanlang didn't dare to say anything. He planned to stick to Wang Zizhao's side from now on. As for the task of killing the enemy, when the bandits were almost dead, he would find someone who was seriously injured. Make up a knife, anyway, it only says to kill one enemy, it doesn't stipulate what it looks like.

He thought he was so smart!

Zhao Sanlang immediately ran back to share this idea with his newly recognized brother, and gave Tang Yue a smug look by the way, making Tang Yue stunned for a moment, thinking that he had a seizure.

The people who entered the village soon returned, carrying several jugs of water in their hands, and one of them handed the jugs to Hu Jinpeng, and reported: "General, there are only some old and weak women and children in the village, not even a young and middle-aged man. .”

"Oh? May I ask why?"

"A aunt only said that the young people in the village have gone out to make a living, and they only come back during the holidays."

This kind of situation is not uncommon, especially in times of famine, these people who rely on the land to live because of poor harvests will go to towns to do small labor to supplement their families.

Hu Jinpeng looked at the sun and asked Wang Zizhao for instructions: "Your Highness, it is better to have lunch here before going on the road."

Going forward, the probability of them encountering bandits is high, and a battle is inevitable.

Wang Zizhao nodded, "It's okay. After the meal, let everyone check the equipment, and the hemostatic medicine prepared by Tang Xiaolang. Everyone should bring some."

This was prepared by Tang Yue before departure. According to his idea, every soldier should have a first-aid bag with some necessary first-aid medicines. In case of injury, the deterioration of the injury can be delayed as soon as possible. , waiting for rescue.

On the battlefield, one more minute of life means one more chance of success. Both sides are fighting for time and life.

But there is no such condition now, the amount of medicine for more than 1000 people is not a small amount, the hemostatic medicine prepared by Tang Yue is all developed according to his prescription, time is tight, and the amount that can be made is limited.

Everyone lit a fire in the open space at the entrance of the village, set up a shelf to bake pancakes, and boiled some hot water to eat with them.

Tang Yue noticed that there were people in the village looking at them from time to time, especially when they were eating, their eyes were extremely eager, as if they were going to burn a hole in his hand.

Tang Yue put down the food and asked Wang Zizhao in a low voice: "Do we have any food left? Can we distribute some to the villagers here?"

Wang Zizhao looked over in surprise. They tried to avoid sleeping in villages along the way, in order to avoid such a situation.

The common people live in poverty, and there are many people who don’t have enough to eat and don’t wear warm clothes. As long as they have good intentions, they will inevitably want to help them, especially those soldiers from poor backgrounds, who are the most soft-hearted.

But when the army travels, it is impossible to bring more food and grass. It is very kind not to collect food and grass from the people's homes. How can there be extra food for them?

"The world is so big, how many people can you help? Even if all the food is sent out, it can only keep them from starving for a day or two. What will happen next?"

After Tang Yue finished speaking, he knew that he had asked a stupid question. He had never done many good deeds in his previous life. He had never done volunteer work or rescued stray dogs. He would only donate if the school units asked for donations. Is it the heart of a Bodhisattva?

"I know, I'm talking nonsense for a while, don't mind." Tang Yue broke off a piece of pancake and stuffed it into his mouth. The pancake made of brown rice was very poor in taste, dry and astringent, and could only be swallowed with water.

In his opinion, such crude food is beyond the reach of many families. The 5000-year Chinese food culture is probably only spread among the nobles and the rich.

"Tang Xiaolang, do you think Nan Jin is extremely poor?" Wang Zizhao clenched his fists and looked at Tang Yue seriously.

"Why did you ask so?"

"Because this king sees pity and sorrow in your eyes." Wang Zizhao stared into Tang Yue's eyes, "A person who has no food and clothing since childhood is not qualified to show mercy to others. An orphan who grew up without a father or a mother I have no right to grieve for others."

Tang Yue subconsciously touched his lower eyelids, did he show his emotions so seriously just now?Or is Wang Zizhao too sharp-eyed?

"Do you...do you doubt my identity and origin?"

Wang Zizhao nodded honestly, but added: "As long as you are not a threat to Nan Jin, I don't care who you are or where you come from."

Tang Yue knew that he thought so before, but he was very relieved to hear him say it with his own ears.

"I'll explain it to you in the future... The poor people in the Southern Jin Dynasty were only the common people and slaves. The nobles were rich, had enough food and clothing, and enjoyed privileges. There is a poem like this: The wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the roads are frozen to death. portrayal.

But I know that this is not anyone's fault, but the characteristics of the times. What we can do is to increase productivity so that the people can produce more food and weave more cloth. In order to get rid of the situation of hunger and cold to the greatest extent. "

"The wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones." Wang Zizhao chewed this poem several times. There are no such poems in this era, but these ten words are easy to understand and not difficult to understand.

"The nobles are above the common people, and they should have privileges, but you are right, the common people are also the people of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and this king will try to take their interests into consideration, and try to feed them and clothe them warmly."

Tang Yue knew that Wang Zizhao would be a rare benevolent monarch, and it was his luck to meet such a person, right?

He felt that if he was a kind person, then Wang Zizhao was a kind person.

These two words seem to be similar, but in Tang Yue's understanding, benevolence belongs to the superiors, while kindness belongs to ordinary people like him.

"Then are you willing to assist this king to manage the water and soil in this area and raise the people in this area?" Wang Zizhao suddenly said a slightly ambiguous sentence.

Tang Yue's expression was stunned. He didn't understand whether such an invitation wanted him to become an official in the court, or he wanted him to be an aide to help him make suggestions?

No matter what it is, it seems that it does not match his career plan. He is just a surgeon.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Zizhao continued: "This king will be the most powerful person in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and you have wisdom that others can't imagine. All your ideas can be realized through this king, and my wish can also be fulfilled." It can be done with your assistance, in this way, it is called complementing each other."

How did it become complementary?It's a bit uncomfortable to elevate him to the ruling class all of a sudden.

Tang Yue squeezed his thigh, trying to make his expression calm, "This matter... needs to be discussed in the long run."

Wang Zizhao narrowed his eyes, a flash of emotion that Tang Yue couldn't understand flashed in his eyes, his lips parted slightly, and he only uttered one word: "Good."

One word made Tang Yue feel relieved. He was really afraid that His Royal Highness would have the idea of ​​"either die or surrender".

These superiors are always accustomed to controlling those who can be controlled, and killing those who cannot be controlled in their own infinite speculation.

This is called: If I can't get it, others can't get it either!