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Song Boxue felt relieved suddenly.

"Who asked you to send it?" Huajian said with a sullen face, her eyes fixed on the guard who came to deliver the cloak.

The guard said with a serious look: "Our master's surname is Zhu."

Before entering the city guard army, Zhu Zhu ordered her guards not to reveal her identity.

Although this young general Hua already knew Zhu Zhu's identity, the guards answered carefully, for fear of spoiling the matter of the master.

When Hua Jian heard this, she turned to look at her servant with an angry face: "Didn't you tell me to give the cloak to Miss Jiang? Why did it get into the hands of that woman Zhu Zhu?"

That was the white fox he hunted last year, a white fox that he hadn't seen in decades, and after making it into a cloak, he didn't even want to wear it. Is it so cheap for Song Boxue, a dog official?

So annoying.

The young servant knelt down tremblingly: "This subordinate made it clear that the Major General gave it to Miss Jiang, but before Miss Jiang could speak, Miss Zhu took it and sent the subordinate out."

He is also very innocent. Jiang Fanyin didn't reach out to catch it, but Zhu Zhu took the first step and deserved it faster than anyone else.

What else can he do if he is alone.

Huajian clenched her fists angrily, and wanted to open her mouth to ask Song Boxue to get the cloak back, but felt that she couldn't bear it, so she looked at Song Boxue with a cruel look.

It means that you, a little Zhima official, had better be more sensible and take the initiative to let it out.

Song Boxue met his eyes, slightly raised his eyebrows, and put on the cloak without any hesitation.

After wearing it, I didn’t forget to express my feelings: “It’s really warm, and it fits well. Go back and tell your master that the cloak is very beautiful.”

Zhu Zhu did a great job, okay?

Huajian's face turned dark again and again, and kicked the boy who was kneeling on the ground to the ground: "You trash, get lost."

He gave Song Boxue a gloomy look, and was so angry that he simply left.

This Song Boxue must be born to restrain him, he has no eyesight at all, sooner or later he will tear this dog official to pieces.

While the snow was still falling, Song Boxue suddenly felt refreshed wearing a cloak. She wandered around the barracks with great interest, knowing her position as a thousand households in her heart.

It is said that it is a thousand households, and the full staff should be 1000 people. In fact, the soldiers and horses she wants to control are only 600 people, and the other [-] people are all false reports. /but.

Therefore, the 1 city guards advocated by General Hua are actually only in the early [-]s, and after removing the old, weak, sick and disabled, only [-] people can go to the battlefield at full strength.

In this way, there is no need to worry so much. After all, Gao Zhilan brought [-] people, plus the imperial decree to mobilize the government soldiers, and when the time comes, they will be able to compete with the city guards.

but…

Song Boxue looked at the soldiers who were practicing hard, and a strange emotion flashed in his heart.

General Hua undoubtedly has methods in training troops. The guard army can be said to be strong and strong, but under the strict reward and punishment system, every soldier seems to only have "obedience" in his eyes, and the word "obedience" is engraved into the down to the bone.

Song Boxue walked around, feeling even more complicated. She seemed to see apathetic killing machines instead of flesh and blood people.

These people seem to have only one belief, and that is to obey General Hua.

Instead of being loyal to the court and protecting the people.

Song Boxue looked at the 600 people he was going to bring, greeted Qianqian and left.

Many things are not not to do, but to understand thoroughly, find the weakness of the target before doing it, so that we can do less useless work and be more effective.

As soon as Song Boxue walked to the gate of the courtyard, Zhu Zhu who was playing with snow in the courtyard saw her: "Hey, this is the young master from the Yushu Linfeng family, not to mention, it fits quite well."

There is an old saying that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, which is quite reasonable, and they look like dogs in clothes.

Song Boxue couldn't help but smiled: "Thanks to you for sending this cloak, otherwise I would have froze to death."

When Zhu Zhu heard this, his eyebrows instantly raised.

"That's it, or do I have the foresight to see how much this cloak calls you, and guess whose clothes it is?"

Song Boxue smiled and shook his head, pretending not to know, to let Zhu Zhu be proud for a while.

At this time, Jiang Fanyin who was in the room heard the movement and came out: "I'm back, come in and enjoy the fire."

She looked at the people in the courtyard. The dark blue robe was covered with a white cloak, and Song Boxue's face was as white as jade, making her even more romantic.

Jiang Fanyin was a little dazed. If Song Boxue was wearing women's clothes, she would be an unparalleled woman. For no reason, she felt a little inexplicably distressed.

Song Boxue glanced at the guard at the courtyard gate, took off his cloak and entered the room, then put his arm around Jiang Fanyin's shoulders, and hugged him into his arms.

"Sister Jiang, it's cold outside, please warm me up."

Jiang Fanyin glared at her: "You know it's cold, why don't you go and sit in front of the stove."

Song Boxue smiled: "You can't use the stove." As he said that, he clenched his arms tightly again.

"Ahem, cough, enough, you guys, hurry up and eat." Zhu Zhu looked at the two hugging each other, and silently rolled his eyes. These two people really didn't care about her feelings at all, and valued sex over friendship.

There are four dishes on the table next to the stove, and a small pot of soup is simmering on the stove. It looks very rich, but the raw materials are relatively simple.

The four dishes are: cold cabbage heart, stir-fried cabbage, cold radish, and stir-fried radish.

There is mutton and radish soup in the pot, but there are not a few pieces of mutton, only a mutton stick bone to support the scene.

Seeing this, Song Boxue couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth: "Why is it more vegetarian than yesterday? Yesterday there was a radish stew, and today is a vegetarian feast."

Zhu Zhu laughed when he heard this: "They did it on purpose for you, a new Qianhu. They said that the army's salary was tight recently, and hoped that the local county government could help. It's the same with eating, you have nothing to contribute, and you have no military merits, so who will serve you with delicious food and drink."

These words must have been ordered by General Hua, otherwise how dare the following ones.

To put it bluntly, he was reminding Song Boxue that he should give money to those who should give money quickly, and give it to others if there is no money.

Song Boxue looked at the food on the table and couldn't laugh or cry: "This General Hua really has a lot of fun, and now there is no war, how can he make meritorious service? As for contribution, I have only been in office for half a year, and I don't have much salary at all."

Zhu Zhu curled his lips: "It is said that Master Qingtian must be diligent and filial. For three years, the magistrate of the county, one hundred thousand snowflake silver. You have been there for half a year, so you should have some."

"Don't you know the situation in Pingchuan County? You don't even have to worry about taxes. How can there be any filial piety?"

"That's over, we can only eat cabbage and radish every day this winter."

Jiang Fanyin saw that the two of them looked loveless, hesitated for a moment, and took out some bank notes: "If it's just to improve the food, these should be enough."

Song Boxue and Zhu Zhu looked at each other, and they reached out to count the bank notes together.

Good guy, it's 1 taels for a shot, and this co-author is the God of Wealth.

Zhu Zhu couldn't help but jokingly said: "Forget that sentence, there is another saying. The three-year-old magistrate is also a hundred thousand snowflakes. Miss Jiang is very generous, unlike a certain county magistrate who is so poor."

Seeing that she seemed to be thinking wrong, Jiang Fanyin explained: "Daddy's salary is not much, my mother is a merchant, and these are the properties she bought back then. After my mother left, my father gave me all the shops to open. Reasonable, the income is fair."

Song Boxue couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Fanyin. It was also mentioned in the original book that the heroine is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also has a lot of accomplishments in business. The big family in the general's mansion.

To put it bluntly, money can make ghosts turn the clock. When the heroine becomes the food and clothing parent of the general's mansion, and everyone's God of Wealth, who can say more.

She suddenly remembered her grand blueprint for the two major specialties in Pingchuan County. There was a ready-made business leader in front of her, and she would be a fool not to ask for advice.

Song Boxue immediately told what happened in Pingchuan County, and finally asked, "Sister Jiang thinks it's feasible for me to do this?"

Looking at Song Boxue's shining eyes that were eager for knowledge, Jiang Fanyin thought for a while before saying, "You did a good job, especially the method of publicizing it. It's very good, but it's still not ready."

"How to say?" Song Boxue's heart skipped a beat, as if he was only a window away from success, and Jiang Fanyin was now the one who pierced the window paper.

Jiang Fanyin got up, took out a pen and paper, wrote a few lines and handed them to Song Boxue: "Send this back to Pingchuan County, and let Master Gao spread the word as much as possible. When selling sweet potatoes and pine trees next year, every batch will Printing or attaching such a copy, when the people pass it on by word of mouth, it is called wide publicity, and there is no need to worry about not being famous in the future.”

Song Boxue looked at the content on the white paper, read it silently once in his heart, and then couldn't help but read it twice, then raised his head and looked at Jiang Fanyin as if he saw some rare treasure: "Wonderful, Sister Jiang's jingle is simply amazing. It’s a stroke of genius.”

She is sure that once this jingle spreads according to the expected results, it will be as well-known as those modern advertising slogans that are well-known to everyone.

"What a stroke of genius, let me see."

Zhu Zhu reached out and took the piece of paper in Song Boxue's hand, and read according to the content on it: "The pine tree grows, and the pine tree is green, guarding the stars in the sky. Plant sweet potatoes, roast sweet potatoes, and the magistrate of Pingchuan County sells sweet potatoes."

These two sentences accurately summed up Song Boxue's intentions. The pine tree guarding the stars in the sky means remembering the ancestors, and the Pingchuan county magistrate selling sweet potatoes is the best call.

Zhu Zhu read it again in a low voice, and praised without hesitation: "That's right, it's fluent and easy to understand. I'll leave the part of the capital to my princess. When the time comes, I will find some people to talk about it on the street every day. You will be satisfied."

After hearing this, Jiang Fanyin suggested: "Over there in the capital, the princess can find someone to write a book of interesting words and include this jingle in it."

That would be more effective than letting people talk about it indifferently.

As soon as Zhu Zhu heard it, he immediately agreed: "It's a good idea, let's do it like this."

Jiang Fanyin smiled and nodded, but Song Boxue beside her was still looking at her with burning eyes.

She pointed to the soup in the pot: "If you don't drink it, the soup will be gone."

Song Boxue hurriedly turned around to fill up the soup, and brought it carefully to Jiang Fanyin: "Sister Jiang, drink it first, be careful it's hot, let me blow it up for you."

This is no heroine, she is simply her God of Wealth, okay?

Zhu Zhu on the opposite side couldn't help covering his eyes, he couldn't see it, he didn't see it, this little county magistrate is too stupid.

The three laughed and ate their lunch, and didn't go anywhere in the afternoon, busy delivering letters to Pingchuan County and the capital.

Liuping Mansion is located in the north-central area of ​​Baiyue, close to the sea, so the temperature difference between day and night is very large.

There was another heavy snowfall today, and it hasn't stopped until now. The temperature at night is even lower, so the barracks sent people to light a fire and burn the kang.

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