The general is in charge of the routine again

At last the soldier couldn't take it any longer, and knelt on the ground with a "plop", trembling with fright, crying and saying, "If this subordinate has committed any crime, please tell General Yang clearly."

Yang Jianxin: "??"

He took a step back in shock from the person kneeling on the ground who came suddenly, looked at him with some puzzlement and said, "What are you doing?"

The soldier didn't know what he did wrong, he knelt on the ground and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Yang Jianxin was about to ask again, but was pulled away by Lan Qi: "Brother Yang, what are you scaring him for? Do you have something on your mind? You are out of your mind."

Yang Jianxin himself didn't know what was on his mind, he was just fascinated by that person, and wanted to go back to spend the New Year with him right away.

There were lights and festoons outside the camp, and the surrounding villagers brought some food to them, most of which were fish from the river, nothing particularly rare.

Wen Mu opened the curtain, leaned against the door frame and watched a group of people talking and laughing with Cheng Liqiao.He couldn't understand what those people said, they should be some auspicious words, anyway, Cheng Liqiao smiled and replied with a Jianmenguan accent, and the people unloaded their things and left.

A Duoqi poked his head out from the tent, and laughed when he saw Cheng Liqiao who was standing aside and commanding.

He looked very small, like a face doll, Wen Mu looked at his white and tender face, a little lost in thought, entered the room, picked up the bronze mirror, there were faint fine lines around his eyes.

Frowning and continuing to look at it from another angle, there are indeed some fine lines, and the face looks a little old.

As soon as today is over, I am in my twenties, no wonder there are fine lines around my eyes.

As soon as Yang Jianxin pushed open the tent door, before he could go in, he heard Cheng Liqiao call him from all the way: "Jianxin! Take your eldest grandson and second grandson to the town to pull a cart of fireworks."

Yang Jianxin, who was originally in a good mood, instantly collapsed and stared at Cheng Liqiao irritably.

Cheng Liqiao followed A Duoqi, holding a piece of sweet potato in his hand, eating happily.

He turned his head and looked at Wen Mu, who was sitting by the fire with a book reading him, a little reluctantly: "Yes."

Turning around and entering the house, squatting by the stove to keep warm, he said, "Going to town, do you want to come with me?"

Wen Mu closed the book, nodded, got up and took a cotton coat, put on a scarf and hat, and followed Yang Jianxin to the town.

Followed by the eldest grandson, second grandson and several soldiers.

This time they went to the town to drive a carriage and used it to pull firecrackers.Yang Jianxin remembered that after Wen Mu rode a horse to the town with him last time, his butt hurt for several days.

It happened that there was a carriage this time, so he spread a thick quilt on it for Wen Mu to sit on, and rode a horse beside the carriage to talk with him.

The carriage is fully exposed and has no effect of sheltering from the wind. After going out for a while, Wen Mu felt that the cold winter wind got into his clothes and went straight into his flesh.

He was so cold that he could barely get better by wrapping the quilt around his body.

It's been a bad day this year, and it hasn't been as cold as this year for many years.

When he arrived at the town, Yang Jianxin said to his grandson, "Just go to the old grandson's place to start a firecracker battle, and then gather at the entrance of the town."

The eldest grandson and the second grandson smiled, glanced at Wen Mu, gave Yang Jianxin a "we all understand" look, and drove the carriage to Laosuntou Paozhuan shop.

Because she was wearing a scarf, there was a layer of frost on Wen Mu's eyelashes at the moment, shining brightly in the sun, making Wen Mu's eyes even brighter.

Yang Jianxin stretched out his hand, gently wiped off the frost on his eyelashes, took his hand and walked into the town.

Wen Mu has been here before, the place is small and there is only one street selling things, so Wen Mu is familiar with this place.

The two passed by a clothing store, Yang Jianxin stopped and dragged Wen Mu in.

This place is not as good as the capital city, there are only a few pieces of ready-made clothes, and the fabrics don't look very good, but in a small place like the border, they are considered good things.

Yang Jianxin pointed to the hanging ready-made clothes and said, "Which one do you want?"

Wen Mu glanced at it: "I don't want it, I have too many clothes, so I don't need to buy them."

"I need to buy this." Yang Jianxin pulled him past the ready-made clothes, and stretched out his hand to touch them. The clothes were quite thick, but the fabric was a bit rough. "How can we not change into new clothes during the Chinese New Year?"

Before Wen Mu could speak, he turned his head and asked the boss, "Is there any better fabric? Brocade or something like that?"

The boss wanted to laugh when he heard this: "No, even if our clothes are made of the best material in these ten miles and eight villages, brocades are worn by people in the city, and we don't have that kind of thing in this small town."

I have never seen anyone wearing brocade in Jianmenguan, a place where birds don't shit.

As for Jianmenguan, a place like Jianmenguan, where few people come here a year, where the poor can't even eat noodles, no one can afford it.

It's just that the fabric is too rough, and Wen Mu has delicate skin and tender flesh. It might make his skin hurt when he puts it on. He doesn't want Wen Mu to suffer from this.

But in a radius of more than ten miles, there is really no one better than this place, except for the handmade fabrics that are not bad.

Yang Jianxin hesitated for a while, and then felt the people around him secretly pull him a few times.

He turned his head slightly, and saw Wen Mu shook his head slightly, and whispered: "I don't want it, I have a lot of clothes, don't buy them."

That's right, Wen Mu doesn't like clothes made of these fabrics either.

Yang Jianxin took a few glances at a dark yellow cotton robe embroidered with a bamboo leaf, and was about to follow Wen Mu when he stopped.

Wen Mu had been injured and sick years ago, and he was already covered in filth. In the new year, should he carry on with the filth all over?

In Yang Jianxin's hometown, it is customary to change clothes during the New Year. The older generation often say that children who suffer from many illnesses a year should wear new clothes in the coming year.

Symbolizes a new year and a new beginning.

He didn't believe in this much before. Before he joined the army, he followed his elder brother and sister-in-law. His family was poor and he couldn't afford to change.

Until now, looking at Wen Mu who has been sick this year, he wants to make Wen Mu no longer have so many illnesses and injuries in the coming year.

Wen Mu followed Yang Jianxin's gaze to look at the dark yellow padded gown. The style was pretty good, but the fabric was a bit thick. It's not a big deal. Anyway, after leaving the capital and returning home after old age, I will live poorly with Yang Jianxin.

"Boss, take this off, let's try." Yang Jianxin pointed to the dark yellow cotton robe.

The boss picked out the clothes with a stick, handed them to him and said, "You can change them inside."

Wen Mu gently tugged at him: "You really don't need to buy it, I didn't care much about these things when I was in the capital."

"It needs to be changed." Yang Jianxin didn't say much, and forced Wen Mu into the room.

Wen Mu smiled helplessly and let him do it.

He also wanted to save some money for Yang Jianxin, but he was fine, spending money at will.

Inside is a small room with a door at the front and back, and family members live in the backyard.

It was warm inside, with firewood added to the brazier, and a cotton curtain hung up, which made it compete with his tent when he entered the inside.

Wen Mu unbuttoned the cotton gown, Yang Jianxin took it and hung it on his shoulders, shook the new cotton gown with his hands, and waited for Wen Mu to put it on.

This dress is just right, Wen Mu looks very young and immature when worn.

It's not that Wen Mu was not young before, it's because Wen Mu always liked to wear dark clothes, either black or navy blue or gray.

I seldom wear such brightly colored clothes.

Yang Jianxin was stunned for a moment.

Wen Mu called him a few times, Yang Jianxin came back to his senses, looked back and forth several times, and said: "You look really good-looking in your clothes."

Wen Mu looked at it, except that the collar on the neck was a bit scratchy, but everything else was fine, so he said, "Let's go for this one, I like it when I look at it."

"Okay." Yang Jianxin smiled, and hurriedly put the cotton robe he had replaced on him, "Then put it on, let's go."

Wen Mu nodded, the two came out from the room, Yang Jianxin asked the boss: "How much is this dress?"

It was a good start on New Year's Eve, the boss was very happy, and said with a smile: "Today's New Year's Eve, I will give you a little discount, four dollars."

Yang Jianxin raised his eyebrows, it's not cheap, it's a penny more than usual, but today's New Year's Eve, he didn't want to argue with others, so he took out four coins from his pocket and was about to give it, but was stopped by Wen Mu.

"You also come to buy one, and I'll give you this one." Yang Jianxin is taller than ordinary people, and ordinary people are usually only eight feet tall.

It was Cheng Liqiao who went to the capital before to see that the three of them who were about to be promoted were dressed in tatters, so he insisted on wearing military uniforms with one patch on the left and the other on the right.

Seeing it was too embarrassing, so when passing by Chang'an, he made three sets of clothes for them by himself, and he was not willing to wear those three sets of clothes since he left Beijing.

Now Wen Mu is going to buy clothes for him, he glanced around and said with a smile: "No need to buy, I'm tall, there's nothing I can wear here."

Only Wen Mu, who was more than seven feet tall, looked up at him speechlessly. Yang Jianxin sweetened, reached out and rubbed his ears, gave the boss money and led Wen Mu away.

The two walked around the town again, bought some odds and ends before walking towards the entrance of the town.

A group of people were already waiting at the entrance of the town. When they saw the two of them coming back, they immediately stood up.

The second grandson saw the new clothes on Wen Mu's body at a glance, and praised: "Mr. Wen's clothes look really good!"

"Yeah, Mr. Wen looks small too."

Everyone said one sentence to another, and they were so gentle that they felt embarrassed.

The roots of the ears also turned red.

Seeing people shy, Yang Jianxin said: "Okay, okay, can't finish flattering? Hurry up and get ready to go back to camp."

There were firecrackers on the carriage, Wen Mu couldn't sit on it anymore, so he could only share one with Yang Jianxin.

When we got back to the camp, it happened to be in time for lunch.

Two red lanterns were hung at the gate of the camp, and a pair of couplets were pasted beamingly.

Cheng Liqiao is a rough man, he hasn't studied the book for a few days, so it was written by a military adviser and someone posted it.

After entering the tent, Wen Mu always felt that there was no joy.

Taking advantage of Yang Jianxin's cooking, he went to the main tent to find A Duoqi.

Cheng Liqiao looked at A Duoqi's watery eyes, which were black and bright, and his lips were pink, and his whole body was hanging on him, unable to get up.

He was acting coquettishly in his crappy Central Plains dialect, it was annoying to listen to, and I really wanted to be blocked by him.

Unable to touch and kiss the lips that kept talking, the voice stopped abruptly.

Sweet and soft with a hint of coolness.

Cheng Liqiao couldn't hold back the fierce biting, put him on the bed, and roughly tore off his clothes. Before he could touch the soft waist, he was interrupted by the soldiers outside the door: "General, Mr. Wen is asking to see you."