After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Luo Jiao carefully inquired about his father's illness, and after confirming that he was indeed suffering from an epidemic, he brought a bowl of medicine to him: "Where is your home, do you need my sister to help you bring it back?"

"No need, no need!" The child quickly waved his hand and took the medicine bowl, "I can take it back by myself! The bowl will be returned! Sister, how much does your medicine cost?"

"This bowl of medicine is free of charge, you take it for your father to drink, and he will be cured," Luo Jiao asked, "Is there anyone else in your family besides your father?"

The child was very surprised, his eyes widened and he said, "No, don't you want money?"

Luo Jiao nodded: "Yes, no money is required, there are folks around you who suffer from the same disease, you can also ask them to come and ask for medicine, this is enough."

"My family..." the child stammered, "it's just me and dad..."

Seeing him glance at the porridge stall next to him from time to time, Luo Jiao's heart ached, and she gave him another bowl of porridge: "Are you hungry?"

"Father said... you can't eat what others give you for free..." The child took another two steps cautiously, and although his mouth was drooling with greed, he still firmly rejected her.

Luo Jiao said: "In this way, if you do one thing for me, it will not be considered free."

The child couldn't stand the temptation, hesitantly asked: "...what's the matter?"

Luo Jiao said: "Tell the elders and folks around you that if they want to be cured, they all come here to get medicinal materials."

Got a bowl of white porridge, the child took two sips and wiped his mouth, but he didn't finish it. He ran home with two bowls and said, "Father didn't eat anything, I'll bring it to him!"

When the child walked away, Luo Jiao looked at his bony back, not knowing what to say.

Song Shu was wearing a bamboo hat and stood behind her at some point. Seeing this, he said softly, "In troubled times, such children are too common."

"It is said that the children of the poor will be in charge of the family early," Luo Jiao sighed, "No matter whether the dynasty rises or falls, the common people will always suffer."

After the child left, people around who were observing the situation showed their bodies cautiously, and some children came over one after another to beg for medicine bowls and porridge.

Song Shu took the bowl in her hand and said, "If you guard like this, the child may not be listened to. If you knock on the door one by one, you may agree to take the medicine."

Luo Jiao thought for a while, and said, "That's right. Then I'm leaving, brother, please help me look at the stall."

Song Shudao: "Go."

Luo Jiao visited for a day, and the number of people who went to the stall gradually increased. In order to prevent the lack of medicinal materials or food, Song Shu specially kept a careful note and wrote down notes for each of them. Each person was only given medicinal materials and porridge once.

The medicinal materials were alright, but after a day, the ten shi grains quickly ran out.

Both of them were exhausted when they returned to the magistrate. Song Shi, Yang Chuan and other three lieutenants discussed the battle and the defense of the city, and they didn't return to the backyard until the middle of the month.

Luo Jiao was talking to Song Shu in the study: "There are really not many people in the city. I have visited the entire Jiangzhou City, and almost only one of the ten yards still has people. They have all run away, and there is almost nothing in the house. an empty shell."

Master Song happened to enter the door, thinking it was hot, he took off his outer robe, casually put it on the table, and asked aloud, "About how many families are there?"

Seeing him enter, Song Shu put down the pen in his hand, Luo Jiao also sat up straight, and counted with his fingers: "There are 38 households in Dongcheng District and 47 households in Xicheng District, including those richer families who haven't had time to escape, a total of 85 households. Households, about 400 people. Among them are civilians and homeless people whose houses have been destroyed by burning, killing, looting..."

"Which are the richer families? How many more?"

Luo Jiao didn't deliberately count, Song Shu looked through the classics, combined with the information given by Luo Jiao, it was probably clearer: "There were originally four wealthy families in the city, two of them ran away, and there were two families of Yu and Wu. Generations have taken root here and refused to leave, but the Wu family probably hasn't had time to leave yet."

Master Song rubbed his chin, "Can you persuade these two families to distribute some food to the people? That kid Zhao Xuan cares more about people's livelihood than fighting. He asked me eight hundred times in one hour what to do."

It's not all because of Zhao Xuan's annoyance, this matter is indeed difficult, and there must be a way to solve it.

The food in the hands of the local rich people must be enough.

Song Shu paused and said: "It's possible...you have to give some benefits, no one is willing to make a loss-making business."

Master Song understood what he meant. These two families are not easy to fool, they are all egoists, so he snorted and said jokingly: "Gold, silver and jewelry, or let Luo Fangwen promise them to rise to the top after the war. Let them pick one, anyway, the first one costs me nothing, and the second one is none of my business."

Song Shu: "..."

He said helplessly, "Leave this matter to me."

Luo Jiao couldn't see him making jokes, and when he saw him approaching her elder brother, she felt uncomfortable, so she changed the subject with a cold face: "I persuaded many folks today, and most of them followed to get the medicine, and there will probably be more tomorrow... "

"It's not a solution to go on like this. When the epidemic is over, there will be no porridge relief, and the people left will be old, young, women and children. How will they survive?"

The so-called giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching a man to fish after all.

Master Song rubbed his brows: "I discussed the war with them today, and I will send troops tomorrow. After the war, these things in the city... are really difficult."

"Brother," Song Shu said suddenly, "Why don't you organize a women's army?"

"Women's Army?" Luo Jiao asked curiously, "Women's Army? Brother, how did you come up with this idea? Can this work?"

How did he come to think of it, of course, Master Song once said that in the world he went to, men and women were equal, so in order for Luo Jiao to ascend the throne, the first thing to achieve is equality between men and women.

This is very difficult, they had no hope.

But if you want to change, then men can join the army, why can't women?

If the Detachment of Women's Army can succeed, raise troops to rebel and proclaim themselves emperor, for Luo Jiao, there will be less secular dissuasion.

After all, women can join the army, why can't they be called emperors?

Song Shu looked at Master Song, and the two looked at each other. Master Song smiled, "That's a good idea."

The more Luo Jiao thought about it, the more she felt that it was feasible, and she was very excited: "Then what should I do? Are they forced to join the army? Women's strength is inherently weak. I can take them to practice some superficial martial arts, but it will take time, right?"

Master Song rolled his eyes: "The battle is tight now. With us fighting ahead, you don't have time to take them to practice martial arts? If you really need someone to help, can't Aunt Bai and my master do it?"

"It's true!" Luo Jiao was in a very good mood, and she surprisingly didn't refute his words, and left happily, looking for someone to plan this matter.

Master Song watched her leave, turned his head and sighed: "Women join the army... It's easy to say, but difficult to do. I don't know how many people in the world want to point out this..."

"Xiaoshu," he looked down at Song Shu, met his calm eyes, froze for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Is it really right for us to choose Jiaojiao to be the one who finally ascended to the throne? "

"Brother, don't worry," Song Shu dipped his pen in ink, and opened a piece of snow-white letter paper with downcast eyes, "The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. It was Jiaojiao who decided to do this, and all we can do is to add fuel to the flames." In the future, the gossip and gossip from the people in the world will point and point... She should not face it alone."

"She has been detained in the deep palace for so many years, and she is always protecting her. It is not good for her," Song Shu said lightly, "It is also good for her to experience some setbacks herself."

Master Song smiled and said: "You're right, you don't have to worry as a real brother, and I don't have to worry - are you writing a letter to Liangzi?"

"The emperor woke up, and Luo Fang had a secret conversation with him all night. Liangzi didn't find out what they were talking about, but news came out early the next morning, saying that the emperor withdrew the imperial decree and dissolved your engagement with Miss Deng Jiasan."

When Song Shu said this, he raised his eyes and looked at Master Song, with a half-smile, "Your debt of unjust love is gone."

"Who has a relationship with her?" Master Song rubbed his nose dumbfounded, "In the final analysis, it was the impostor who caused the trouble... Qi Yu was smart, he died so decisively, and it was easy for him to leave such a huge pile of Mess."

Song Shu suddenly thought of something, paused his writing hand, raised his eyelids and said, "By the way, brother, hasn't Lingjiu, the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang, run away? I'm going to give out porridge today, and I listened to some old people saying, Shan Yuye has recently taken in a beauty in his tent, who will be able to use witchcraft techniques that are different from those in southern Xinjiang."

"I've heard about this before," Master Song frowned, thinking, "The point is...the soldiers from Southern Xinjiang are also from Southern Xinjiang, and they also know the art of witchcraft. Although it is easy to find out the antidote, we are here , I don’t bring many medicinal materials, how can I have so much time to heal the soldiers?”

"The martial arts of the soldiers in southern Xinjiang are mediocre, and the trickiest thing is the technique of Gu poison." Song Shu sighed, and frowned again, "They are not controlled by Gu poison, brother, didn't you think it was strange?"

Song Master nodded: "It's really strange. I also heard that there is a method in Southern Border that can prevent people from being controlled by Gu poison for life. If it can be used on soldiers, they don't have to be so frightened."

Song Shu asked suspiciously, "Where did this method come from?"

Master Song: "It's in the southern border barracks."

Song Shu tilted his head: "Who said that?"

Master Song spread his hands: "Xu Tian, ​​Deputy General Xu. He told me so, and I don't know if it's true or not."

Song Shu looked at the letter under his brush, doubts abounded in his heart, and he murmured as if talking to himself: "...how could he know?"

Master Song patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "What are you worried about? After all, the people sent by Luo Fang are untrustworthy. It's a person or a ghost. If it stays under your nose, after a long time, you can still hide it. Hold the fox tail?"

Song Shu let out a sigh of relief, and said helplessly: "Well, what you said is right—now the Southern Xinjiang military camp is stationed in Yuanzhou, only one city away from Guanzhou, and the two armies outside Yizhou are facing each other. Such a tense situation , how can we go to the city to find a way to completely detoxify?"

"It's not difficult," Master Song rubbed his chin. "We've set up defenses according to your plan today, and we'll take the initiative to attack tomorrow. First, we'll take back the two states of Yuanyi from Nanmanzi."

In a few days, Dazhou marched into Yizhou, which was besieged so tightly that it could not get through. The march was swift and swift, and the city was quickly recaptured.

Three days later, he and the soldiers stationed in the southern border of Yuanzhou City did not leave.

At the same time, in Guanzhou City, notices to recruit women's soldiers began to fly all over the sky.