Why are you so anxious?

It was already the end of the twelfth lunar month when Jun Shaoyou arrived at Northwest Camp.The quaint and old frontier town is covered by continuous winter snow, and the field of vision is a vast expanse of whiteness.The northwest wind mixed with residual snow swirled past, wrapping the wooden fence around the camp.The long and short icicles hang upside down, criss-crossing, exuding dazzling crystal clearness under the winter light, occasionally exposing the ground and black frozen soil, covered with frost, and bitterly cold, which makes people feel even colder when they look at it.

The [-] hussar battalion who came from afar were placed in the camp that had been prepared in advance, and the refugees who followed them were led to the ruined temple where the disaster victims gathered outside the city.Jun Shaoyou looked at the ruined temple with half of the roof collapsed by the heavy snow. There was a firewood on the ground, and the blue flames danced with the wind, sometimes making a crackling sound, and black smoke rose from the firewood, which was instantly blown away by the howling northwest wind.

Jun Shaoyou frowned, stretched out his hands and rubbed them together, only to feel that it was very cold here.Seeing this, Zhuang Lin said, "You have worked hard all the way, go back to the camp and rest for a while. The general is leading the soldiers to patrol outside the city, and he will come back at night to clean up the dust for you."

Jun Shaoyou sighed, looked at the numb and stooped crowd in the ruined temple, and said, "It's really too cold here, it will freeze people to death after a long time."

Zhuang Lin sighed, and said: "I arrived nearly half a month earlier than you. When I arrived, the disaster was even worse than it is now. There were ruins everywhere, roads were blocked by heavy snow, corpses were starved to death, and the people were naked. Bent in the blue sky, selling their sons and daughters, and changing their sons to eat. This time is much better. At least it can guarantee that they will not starve to death. It's just that in this winter, the frozen soil is more solid than stones, which is really not good To repair the house, we can only gather them here and survive the winter."

Jun Shaoyou was silent for a moment, he knew that Zhuang Lin's words were true.Just watching this scene is really uncomfortable.Seeing this, Zhuang Lin comforted him: "Fortunately, you really managed to make enough winter clothes and brought such ample food and grass. We will have a better life in the future."

Jun Shaoyou nodded silently, and a thin boy about seven or eight years old walked up timidly, looked at Jun Shaoyou with eyes full of reverence, and asked, "Benefactor, will we live here from now on?"

Jun Shaoyou came back to his senses, and smiled at the boy: "Well, we will live here for the time being, and we will rebuild our home in a few years."

Behind him was a group of refugees in bloated clothes. Although they were still pale, they were full of energy and had clear eyes, and they all looked at Jun Shaoyou with trusting eyes.Another thin and capable old man who was about seventy years old said tremblingly: "Benefactor, we are not afraid of hardship. In order to rebuild our homeland as soon as possible, we are willing to start working from today. We have skilled bricklayers and craftsmen here, and ten more Young men in their twenties, even women and children can dig earth, slabs and bricks to clean houses, as long as they provide us with a bite of food to give us strength to work."

Afterwards, the disaster victims joined in one after another.Seeing this, Jun Shaoyou pondered for a moment, and said, "I will think about it. Now please follow the orders of the soldiers and find a place to rest. We will discuss the rest in the long term."

Many victims of the disaster immediately nodded their heads and followed the northwest soldiers to resettle.Under Jun Shaoyou's training, these people were already used to the days when they set up camp and started fires on the spot.Therefore, there is no need for the soldiers to speak up, and they only act when they are led to the west wing of the ruined temple.

The weaker women and children were responsible for cleaning out the broken bricks and tiles, snow and garbage that fell from the wing rooms, while the more experienced old people approached the soldiers to ask if there were any felt mats and straws to block the wind and snow. The middle-aged people tapped on the frozen ground outside the temple to dig out the soil with their shovels and pickaxes. The craftsmen and bricklayers went around the ruined temple and began to consider how to repair the shelter in the shortest possible time. To be more complete.Then there was a young man with sharp hands and feet who was good at climbing heights and ladders and carefully climbed to the roof, cleaned out the broken beams, and finally repaired them.

Everything went on in an orderly manner and in full swing.The pale-faced refugees moved their hands neatly, and from time to time they would call out to fellow villagers who were huddled in a corner in the ruined temple to avoid the wind and snow to come out to work together.The hussar battalion in charge of escorting the food and supplies brought over half a bag of food, and the women who had been leisured started a fire on the spot, went outside to find some clean snow water, put it in a pot to heat it, and then sent bowls of hot water to the When they came to the men, the men whose faces were blue from the cold drank it in one gulp, lowered their heads and rubbed their hands with snow, and continued to work energetically.

And the women in this room started cooking with a fire. It was still the clear porridge that could almost see people's shadows, and the black, dry and cracked dough cakes that could cut their throats. The aroma of food slowly wafted into the sky. In the freezing winter, the people working can't help showing a little expectation and satisfaction, and more is a kind of longing that makes people feel weird...

Yes, it is the longing.From these groups of impoverished victims, the Northwest officers and soldiers saw the expressions that shocked them, which was different from the numbness and despair of ordinary refugees. Although these new refugees were still thin and pale, But regardless of spirit, it looks more exciting.

The generals behind Zhuang Lin looked at these victims who were not looking very good, but they were full of energy, and there was a trace of obvious surprise on their faces.Everyone focused their eyes on Jun Shaoyou in unison, and remained silent for a long time.

Jun Shaoyou didn't notice the sizing eyes of the Northwest soldiers, because the little boy who had just talked to him filled a bowl of hot water with a clean soup bowl, and brought it over carefully.Sending it to Jun Shaoyou, he said with a smile on his face: "Benefactor, I just boiled this soup bowl in hot water, and then washed it a few times, it is not dirty, benefactor just drink some hot water to warm your body. "

Jun Shaoyou took the soup bowl from the little boy's hand, nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you very much."

Seeing Jun Shaoyou's fleeting smile, the little boy was stunned.He grew up in the countryside since he was a child, and he was illiterate and didn't know what tenderness is. He only thought that the smile of his benefactor just now was very beautiful, even more beautiful than the little lady raised by the rich man at the entrance of the village.His face was hot, even his neck and earlobes were red, but his complexion was too dark for others to notice.

The little boy smiled honestly, stretched out his hand and patted his head, and said in a low voice: "When we get here, will the benefactor still be with us?"

Jun Shaoyou smiled and said, "Yes. I will live in the barracks ahead and come to see you every day."

"We will rebuild our hometown soon. Everyone will live in a big house, wear warm clothes, and have enough food to eat. No one will starve to death or freeze to death like my parents and sisters. That kind."

As the little boy spoke, he stared at Jun Shaoyou with his dark eyes.Jun Shaoyou could clearly see his own reflection in the boy's eyes.

He nodded slightly, and replied, "Well, no."

The little boy grinned, showing dazzling white teeth.The women guarding the stove also smiled brightly and looked towards Jun Shaoyou.Without exception, their eyes are full of crazy admiration and trust, as well as expectations for future life.Those who are familiar with the road will distribute the boiled rice soup and dry food to the victims who come to receive the food, and the women do not forget to share a piece of soup with the soldiers standing beside them.After experiencing many hardships, they couldn't help but thank the soldiers for their willingness to take them in and help them rebuild their hometown.Soldiers seldom experienced such treatment, so they felt that it was extremely novel.

Jun Shaoyou held the hot soup bowl scalded by hot water, with mixed feelings in his heart.To be honest, Jun Shaoyou really had no choice but to use pyramid schemes to deceive the victims of the upcoming civil uprising.Of course, after making such a promise, Jun Shaoyou didn't take it seriously.I just want to stabilize these mobs for the time being, and leave them alone after they arrive at the Northwest Camp.

But he didn't expect that these disaster victims would actually take his words as a standard.After encountering natural and man-made disasters, the separation of wives and children, and the continuous loss of relatives, Jun Shaoyou finds it incredible that these victims can still maintain such spirit and hope.More, but also the pressure, pride and ambition that arise spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

He felt that he should do something to repay the victims who believed in him without reservation.Although superiors are always accustomed to using their tongues to appease the refugees and stabilize the people, Jun Shaoyou did such things in his previous life.But I have personally experienced it, and I have seen those who were once numb and desperate change bit by bit because of my agitation, and I have seen them gradually become strong and optimistic.Jun Shaoyou only felt relieved, and an inexplicable sense of responsibility emerged spontaneously.

Jun Shaoyou felt that he should be responsible for the expectations of these victims.He personally gave hope to these desperate people, so he also has the responsibility to help these people realize their expectations, which can be regarded as fulfilling his promise.Instead of throwing them as a burden to General Lin Hui, let alone fooling them like fools.He should do something to be worthy of those precious and sincere trust.

Half a year of food and clothing, a year of local tyrants.

Jun Shaoyou frowned, he didn't know if what he said casually at the beginning could be realized.But he always has to work hard.

Zhuang Lin looked at Jun Shaoyou's silence, probably guessing what he was thinking, and smiled knowingly.He opened his mouth and said: "The disaster victims have been working hard all day, let them rest earlier. We are standing here, and they are always difficult to settle."

When Jun Shaoyou heard the words, he nodded in agreement.After exchanging greetings with the leading disaster victims, they returned to the northwest tent under the guidance of Zhuang Lin.

General Lin Hui was patrolling outside the city with his soldiers, and he couldn't come back for a moment.Under the introduction of Zhuang Lin, Jun Shaoyou greeted several other generals stationed in the camp.Everyone was quite curious about this freshly baked Princess Yong'an.Because most of the soldiers and horses stationed in the northwest are under the command of General Zhen Guo's Mansion, they are also considered a family.Jun Shaoyou was warmly welcomed by many generals.Most people were curious about how he encouraged the disaster victims to come here so actively. Jun Shaoyou explained his methods one by one, which attracted several generals who were good at military training to think deeply.Everyone hit it off, and in the end it was Zhuang Lin who took Jun Shaoyou back to the camp for a short rest on the grounds that Jun Shaoyou had just arrived in the northwest and had a hard journey.

Zhuang Lin was born in the royal family and joined the army at the age of 12. He has accumulated countless military achievements and has now been promoted to the third rank of Youwuhou General.He is the person with the highest official position in the Northwest Army except for Lin Hui, the second-rank hussar general.And he also has the title of imperial envoy, so the camp he lives in is naturally more spacious and bright.

Zhuang Lin led people back to the big tent silently all the way.The huge brazier standing on the spot was burning vigorously, and a warm breath rushed over.Jun Shaoyou, who was used to the cold wind, squinted his eyes subconsciously, raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and felt itchy at the end of his nose.For a moment, even his mind was a little muddled.

Zhuang Lin walked up to him, retreated the cloak that Jun Shaoyou was wearing, dragged someone to sit in front of the couch, turned around and handed Jun Shaoyou a cup of ginger tea, and said, "Take two sips of hot tea first. Cold. Lie down and rest for a while, uncle is leading troops to patrol outside the city, when he comes back, I will wake you up."

Master Jun nodded his head.After several days of marching in the snowstorm, he suddenly entered this warm environment and met acquaintances around him. Jun Shaoyou, who was relieved, felt a little drowsy, and unconsciously yawned twice, his eyes were sleepy.Seeing this, Zhuang Lin bowed down to make a bed for Jun Shaoyou, and said softly, "I know you love cleanliness by nature, I have ordered my subordinates to cook hot soup for you to take a bath. You can rest after washing."

Jun Shaoyou raised his hand, followed Zhuang Lin's movements and took off his coat. After a brief wash, he lay down on the bed in a white silk jacket.Zhuang Lin also took off his coat and lay down outside. Jun Shaoyou closed his eyes and rested, listening to Zhuang Lin rambling about the past half month, and slowly fell asleep.