Xi Yunzhi doesn't like to procrastinate, now that she has her husband's approval, she can let it go.

There is a village near Lishan, most of the people in the village make a living from farming, watch the sky and eat, although every household has surplus grain, but it is not rich, Xi Yunzhi personally went to the village to find the village chief, shouted a voice, said that there was a lady who asked them to work.

There were a few men who came out, and Xi Yunzhi picked four or five good players among them, and asked them to take a look at the place first, and calculate what steps were needed, and how many people were needed to complete these steps.

There is an old man in the farmer's household, the villagers call him Fu Bo, no wife and no children, lonely and widowed, although he is old, his physical strength cannot keep up with the young people, but he is a recognized elder in the village, which family does not understand something, just ask Fu Bo, the next day can basically find out the reason.

Although Xi Yunzhi had grown some small vegetables himself, he didn't know much about this kind of large-scale agricultural activities, so he handed everything over to a few villagers led by Fu Bo to plan, the villagers were simple, although Xi Yunzhi had not promised to hire them after the planning, but they were still quite responsible.

Two days later, Fu Bo came to Xi Yunzhi with the results to report.

According to what they said, if you want to reclaim the thousands of hectares of wasteland around the Bujia, it is not possible to have a few hundred people, and the wage on the market today is five cents a day, if you take three hundred people as an example, you need fifteen taels of silver a day, so that it takes half a month to reclaim a rough channel. And that's not even counting the cost of irrigation and planting the seedlings.

Xi Yunzhi made a rough calculation, and the money in his hand was enough, but in this way, he didn't have enough money, and he didn't know whether the harvest was good or bad, and it was unknown whether he would sell it or not.

After settling the accounts with her husband in the evening, this idea was put aside for the time being.

In the blink of an eye, at the beginning of April, Bu Qin's legs were finally able to remove the bandages, Xi Yunzhi moved a reclining chair for him in the sunny courtyard, let his legs rest on his legs, and carefully removed the bandages for him with scissors, and his husband's feet were exposed, and there was a circle of scars on his ankles, as if he had been picked off before and the extension of the scars.

Bu Tan slowly withdrew his legs, stepped on the ground, and was about to stand up, Xi Yunzhi hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was stopped by Bu Tan raising his hand, Xi Yunzhi put down his hand uneasily, and followed him vigilantly to prevent him from falling suddenly.

After taking two steps, Bu Qin stopped and turned his ankle, and then continued walking, Zhao Yi and Han Feng on the side frowned, staring at Bu Qin, Xi Yunzhi looked at the way he walked, and felt that no matter what, when the husband walked, his right foot no longer tiptoed, although the pace was slow, it was very steady.

Bu Qin's leg injury was really rejuvenated by Master Yan's skillful hand, and it was miraculously healed.

Bu Chengzong was very happy that night, and he ignored the prevention of Uncle Yan and Xi Yunzhi, drank a full jar of burning knives, and finally lay on the table, unconscious.

Bu Qin himself was not as happy as his grandfather, as if he had already known this result, calmly as if it was someone else's foot that was restored, and it had nothing to do with him, he ate as usual, went to the study to write for a while, and then sat on the bed with Xi Yunzhi to read.

Then, without any surprise, they watched and slept together.

Afterwards, Xi Yunzhi leaned on Bu Qin's exposed chest, listened to his strong and powerful heartbeat, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Bu Tan caressed her jade-like smooth back, couldn't put it down, couldn't stop at all, knowing that she had never fallen asleep, so he said:

"I'm going out in two days."

Xi Yunzhi opened his eyes, struggled to get up from above his chest, and looked at Bu Tan with big watery eyes, now she is plumper than when she first got married, she looks less thin, her face is ruddy, and the eyes of the boss don't look so terrible, but a little more delicate and cute, Bu Tan couldn't help but put her hand on her cheek again, and gently kneaded it.

"Where is the husband going? How long to go? ”

Seeing her nervous look of 'you are gone, will you not come back', Bu Qin couldn't help laughing, pressed the back of her head down, and her lips were connected for a while, Xi Yunzhi was only willing to let go of his arm when he was panting, and then stroked her somewhat swollen lips with his fingertips, and then said:

"Go to Nanning once, and you can come back next month at most."

After getting the exact time and place, Xi Yunzhi felt better, but she still couldn't help being a little sullen, Bu Qin quietly hugged her, occasionally kissed her twice in the pinna, and finally coaxed her to sleep.

Looking at her beautiful sleeping face, I only feel that there is nothing more vivid and beautiful than this face in the whole world.

In the past, I only heard others say that the husband went out to worry about his wife's misdeeds at home, although he knew that she would never be, but that picture Bu Qin felt panicked just by imagining it, it seemed that he was really sick, terminally ill, and there was no cure.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became, and Bu Qin helplessly turned his head to look at Xi Yunzhi with a sweet face...... If she had something to do, wouldn't he be so worried?

In the southeast corner of Lishan, there is a camp where 500 soldiers are stationed, and it is used as a mausoleum halfway up the mountain.

Because there were no generals, these 500 soldiers followed the former Yangwei general Bu Qin to Luoyang, and they were scattered sand, and when they entered the camp, they did not feel neat and quiet, but dirty and noisy.

Zhao Yi and Han Feng knew from the moment they walked into the camp that there was a good show to watch today.

After glancing at each other, he took out a rallying horn from his waist and blew it.

There was silence in the camp, then a noise that was even louder than before, and after a while soldiers came out of the tents to take sides.

When a person came out, Han Feng recorded one on the paper, and Zhao Yi continued to blow the trumpet on the side, directing the standing place, so scattered and intermittent, it took a lot of time for a cup of tea to stand crookedly for more than a dozen teams, and each team also looked like a dozen people, and after blowing for a while, seeing that no one was coming out of the tent, Zhao Yi stopped the horn.

Han Feng put down the paper, walked up to the soldiers, and yelled:

"Count."

Of course, the soldiers knew who Zhao Yi and Han Feng were, and they all looked at each other, and the soldier standing first shouted in a voice as light as a mosquito:

"One."

After that, several reports came out one after another, and after the report, a camp of five hundred people, there were only three hundred and twenty-eight people left, Han Feng was not good, Zhao Yi moved a Taishi chair over, Bu Qin walked in with his hands, and sat down in front of these soldiers with an expressionless face.

"Where are the rest?" Han Feng was also a third-grade general in the past, and he was born with an iron face, and he looked like he was shouting with a straight face, which was indeed a bit shocking.

"Return, return to the lord, all of them are in the city." One of the soldiers at the head replied with a trembling voice.

Han Feng frowned coldly: "Where are the generals?" ”

There was a dead silence at the scene again, and after a while, it was the soldier who replied tremblingly: "Yesterday, the governor of the state government held a happy event, and all the seven heads of our battalion went with their cronies to congratulate them. ”

As he was talking, he heard a commotion outside the camp, led by Wang Chong, who had gone to Bu's house to ask for silver, he was the commander of the camp, but at the moment he was making a loud noise like a troublesome hooligan.

The group walked into the camp in a fight, and they were still reminiscing about how mellow the wine was, how good the food was, and how beautiful the maidservants were...... only to find that the atmosphere of the whole camp was wrong.

Wang Chong narrowed his drunken eyes and looked at it fixedly, only then did his legs go weak like a deflated ball.

"Step, step, general ......"

Bu Qin glanced at him coldly, Wang Chong couldn't bear it and knelt down, Bu Qin asked Han Feng coldly:

"Have you written down the first 100 of them?"

"Write it down, all standing in the first seven rows." Han Feng immediately handed over the paper in his hand, but Bu Qin waved his hand and didn't look at it, Han Feng knew what he meant, so he directly ordered:

"The first hundred people who came out, General Bu pardoned the sin of your army's untidy appearance, and all the people who came out of the back fell down, each with thirty military sticks, if you disobey, stand up!"

Han Feng's prestige is still there, and the decadent soldiers who have long lost their enthusiasm naturally dare not stand up and challenge, one by one, you look at me, I look at you, the hundred soldiers standing in the first seven rows are happy in their hearts, even if they act, take the stick, and wait for the order.

As soon as Han Feng waved his hand, the entire camp was full of wails, begging for mercy.

Bu Qin turned a deaf ear, holding a cup of tea that Zhao Yi had just served in his hand, and drank it leisurely.

Thirty military sticks, after a while, the punishment is said to be heavy, but not fatal, not heavy, for some soldiers who are poor in training, but it can also make them unable to get up for ten days or eight days.

The group of people who followed Wang Chong out and didn't return at night were all scared stupid, they never thought that after going out to drink a happy wine, the camp would undergo a drastic change, how could a person who seemed to be a waste before, suddenly wake up and run like crazy to rectify them?

"Master, the military stick is beaten, and those people ...... And what to do? ”

Seeing Han Feng ask about them, Wang Chong and the others stiffened their backs, and it was not until they heard what Bu Qin said that they completely collapsed.

"Hanging in the sun for five days."

Han Feng immediately received the order: "Yes, the last general will erect the highest frame to hang them." ”

"......" Wang Chong was so frightened that he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

He had served as a soldier under Bu Qin in the past, and he knew the temper of this man, even though he no longer held the power as before, but the residual power was still there, so that he did not dare to resist at all.

But in the crowd, there are also soldiers who have seen the means of Buqin for the first time, and they know that hanging and drying is the most cruel punishment in the army, that is, the person who makes a mistake is dropped on a high bamboo pole, not given food and drink, and basked in the sun for five days, and after five days, whether or not he dies depends on creation.

They didn't feel that they had to pay with their lives for the mistakes they had made, and immediately rebounded, and one of them, a burly man, walked out, pointed to the seemingly weak Bu Qin and said:

"You are a defeated general, why do you want our lives, who gives you the right?" This person knew Bu Tan's majesty in the past, but he also knew that he was a waste man who lost the battle, broke his leg, and was driven out of the capital, so between the words, he became more and more fearless, and concluded that Bu Qin had no choice but to do it.

With his words, the crowd also responded a few more times, and later, more people joined in, and those who had been beaten with military sticks before also began to say some rebellious words.

Han Feng and Zhao Yi looked at each other, and both stepped back behind Bu Qin.

"Whoever is not convinced, just stand up. I want to see if I, the general of the defeated army, have this right! ”

“……”

After half a cup of tea, Bu Qin walked out of the camp with Han Feng and Zhao Yi.

Directly south of the camp, more than a dozen arm-thick bamboo poles were erected, and on each bamboo pole hung a pig's head face with a blue nose and swollen face, which I didn't even know my parents to, swaying in the wind like wind chimes.