Early the next morning, Shen Qihuan went out wearing only a cotton robe. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info From the courtyard of Changru to the right two ways, on the most prosperous street in Santong City, although the air is full of depression and dullness, but it still does not affect the life of the common people.

Most of the shops are open, and Xiao Er shuttles between tables, chairs and benches. The shouting of the hawkers, the frolicking of children, except for the vigilant and indifferent eyes of the people looking at him, nothing else was unusual.

Shen Qihuan's heart was even more worried, even in a town like Quyan that had been disturbed by war all year round, the eyes of the people were still full of longing. She suddenly realized that the people here have experienced ten years of banditry and five years of natural disasters, and in their eyes, Jianjiaozhai is the savior and the hero who rescued them from fire and water. In the past ten years, the imperial court has suppressed bandits several times without success, and those military attachés like Liu Jingtong have been robbing openly and secretly, and their actions are no different from those of robbers and bandits.

When the savior who is a bandit collides with the robbers who are officers and soldiers, there is vigilance in the eyes of the common people.

Shen Qihuan stood on the endless street, the morning sun was like a knife, the cold winter was cold, she felt the yellow sand scraping on her cheeks and poking into her heart.

Back in Changru's courtyard, Meng Yi, who was wearing a royal blue gold silk cloud brocade robe, stood out of place in the middle of the courtyard, saw Shen Qihuan stunned at first, and then looked at her from head to toe, and finally asked her "tsk": "Did Qi Linyu fall in love with your man's side or your woman's side?"

A warning smile slanted from the corner of Shen Qihuan's mouth, and Meng Yi's face really fell. I secretly thought in my heart, damn, I don't care about Qi Linyu's pestle, but I actually start to feel weak about his woman......

Although Shen Qihuan had a fire hidden in his heart at this time, he could still make it clear what he wanted to prioritize, Changru was right, the top priority was to appease the people and revitalize the morale of the army. She won't leave her post until these two things are done, but when she has no worries about either of them, no one can stop her.

Shen Qihuan stabilized his mind, sat on the bluestone bench in the courtyard, and beckoned Meng Yi to come and sit, Meng Yi stared at the cold stone bench that was bubbling cold, hesitated for a long time, and went into the house to get a cotton mattress and sat under his buttocks.

Shen Quehuan looked at this scene dumbfounded, and it was very difficult to suppress the sarcastic words, and directly started the topic: "I need to invite Meng Gongzi to go to Xuzhou and invite a few storytellers in the local area." ”

"Mr. Storyteller?" Meng Yi's eyelids jumped slightly, "Do you want to listen to books?"

Shen Quehuan's eyes were clear, his expression was gentle, and he patiently explained: "In the past, whenever I encountered a war in Quyan, I would always let people in the army who were good at storytelling go to Quyan City to set up stalls and tell stories, which was nothing more than some chivalrous and courageous stories that ordinary people loved to hear, so as to achieve the purpose of consolidating the hearts of the people. Shen Qihuan took the teapot brought by Ling Song, personally poured a cup of tea for Meng Yi, and continued: "The people of Santong City have been confused by the wrong leader for too long, and it is easy to overkill by using tough means. ”

Although Meng Yi has never been on the battlefield, he feels very reasonable when he hears Shen Qihuan say this. Immediately, he straightened up: "Okay, I'll order someone to go to Xuzhou to make arrangements." With that, he immediately got up and walked out.

Shen Qihuan didn't expect that he was an impatient person under his gentle and elegant appearance, and hurriedly stopped him, "Alas, I haven't finished my words yet...... ”

Meng Yi circled around the courtyard and returned to the table, not feeling embarrassed, and asked with a smile, "What else?"

"I need a herb called yellow bile grass, which is for horses to treat mouth sores, which is not seen in the usual Chinese medicine shops, you send someone to the veterinarian shop in Quzhou to help me find it." ”

Meng Yi wondered: "Whose horse has a mouth sore......?"

Shen Qihuan wanted to support his forehead, but none of the people around Qi Linyu seemed to have the consciousness of "wealth is not exposed".

Shen Quehuan didn't say much, but said: "You buy it back, I'm in a hurry to use it." ”

Meng Yi is not a deep character, knowing that she has nothing else to do, so he went to order his subordinates. When I left, I couldn't help but muttered in my heart: It's so strange, why do I live more and more like a little guy?

When Cao Dongting and Fu Zhan returned from the camp and came to the courtyard of Changru, they saw Shen Qihuan eating steamed buns around a pot of stewed fish on the stove. When I got closer, I saw that the floating roof in the pot was full of chili oil. Changru sat opposite her, holding a book in one hand and tea in the other, leisurely and light.

"Have you eaten?" Shen Quehuan bent his knees and stepped on the stool, and when he spoke, he stuffed his mouth with steamed buns, and the urn sounded angry.

Cao Dongting felt that it was a big pity in life for Qi Linyu to miss such a scene. He shook his head and sat down next to Changru.

Fu Zhan was aroused by his appetite, he was not polite, scooped a bowl of fish soup by himself, and said with a smile that Shen Qihuan explained to Meng Yi: "Those storytellers in Quzhou, Meng Gongzi are not satisfied, he decided to go into battle himself, and tomorrow he will go to the stall under the crooked neck tree on the main street." As he spoke, Fu Zhan remembered something, and took out a small packet of herbs from his arms, "Here, what gall grass do you want." ”

I didn't ask what it was for.

Shen Quehuan didn't raise his head, and a bowl of spicy fish soup went into his stomach three or two before he said, "Thank you." ”

Cao Dongting saw her stepping on the stool with one foot, and the lips were full of spicy stains, that pie, she hadn't been mixed with soldiers and ruffians for seven or eight years, and she would definitely not be able to make that taste.

Is this the "original form"?

He wanted to laugh a little, but he was still worried about it, so he laughed and hid it back, and asked about the subject: "Can a storyteller appease the people?

"Of course not. Shen Qihuan washed his face, walked out of the house, and asked him, "How many of our own people did we bring this time?"

Cao Dongting: "Two hundred." ”

Shen Qihuan frowned and confirmed again: "I mean, King Sumire and the prince's people are added together. Even she didn't find out that she called King Jing'an the same as Changru, only called "Wangye", is this called pro-alien and standing?

Cao Dongting was not stupid, so he naturally understood what she was referring to, so he replied again: "Three hundred! King Jin has 200 personal soldiers, and King Jing'an has 100 personal soldiers." ”

Shen Qihuan's heart was like a layer of water, and he secretly wondered, Cao Dongting answered "two hundred" for the first time, and he stood in the position of King Sumire, it turned out that he was not only the righteous brother of King Jing'an, but also a close confidant of King Sumire.

Looking up, Shen Qihuan didn't hesitate for a moment, and said to Cao Dongting: "Pick twenty loud ones, listen to my command tomorrow, and leave fifty more people, and start patrolling the city every half an hour tomorrow, and all the guards who oppress the people will be arrested, and they will be beaten on the spot, remember, only those who are soldiers are allowed to be arrested, not the common people, and even if the people kill people and set fires, let them be pushed to the yamen to take care of them." ”