After a stir-fry, the sorghum rice was fried until it was half a batter, and it was dumped in front of the 'black horse', and Han Rui clapped his hands and got up.

The old general's face was full of woodenness: "That's it?" ”

"Well, that's it!"

Han Rui said confidently: "When he eats these, he will be fine." ”

The general thought that Han Rui was teasing him, and when he was about to get angry, something magical happened!

For several days, the black sorghum that "treats all kinds of eggs and grains as dung" actually opens his mouth to gnaw on the paste sorghum!

I didn't have a grain left, so I tried to stand up.

After more than half an hour, the anthropomorphic eyes swept towards the general, as if to say: The master is hungry, bring food to Lao Tzu!

The general looked dumbfounded: Checkmate horse, that's it?

In ancient times, like a person getting the flu, he basically had to die, unless he relied on his own immunity to carry it.

Out of instinct, the general tentatively said to Han Rui: "This can't be an illusion caused by some means you used, right?" ”

When Han Rui heard this, he glanced at the veteran, so he had to wait helplessly.

Two hours later, the well-fed, well-rested Wu Qi stood up, although still weak, but obviously a little more agile (and sao bao).

The general suddenly smiled, and the wrinkles on his face gathered together, and he came alive with an old chrysanthemum.

"Hey! can be regarded as rescued, scared to death of labor and management! ”

As he spoke, he put his arms around the horse's neck, and whispered to Wu Hu while crying and laughing.

Even if he didn't want to, Han Rui had no choice but to interrupt the 'warmth' of one person and one horse, and said carefully: "My lord, this is the case, and the subordinates will retire first?" ”

The old general was silent in the joy of his horse being saved, and he didn't have time to talk to Han Rui, so he only waved his hand back.

"Ahem... My lord, is that really 'retreating' from your subordinates? ”

"You're leaving, hurry up, what's going on here?" The old general's face was full of impatience and scolded Han Rui angrily.

Han Rui was furious when he heard this: "Old horseman! “

"After living for such a long time, didn't Er Niang teach you what faith is?"

The general was about to get angry, but when he came back to his face, his face was flushed, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

called the house slave, explained it, and said to Han Rui: "Let's go and get the reward, Lao Tzu is happy today, don't worry about you." ”

You're a fool! Your whole family is a fool!

Before the words were spoken, Han Rui followed with an angry face.

After turning a corner out of the school field, the two arrived in front of a high-gate mansion.

The little guy was proud: "Wait here!" ”

"A house slave, drag a fart..."

After a while, the little guy walked out of the door and handed the wooden box in his hand to Han Rui: "That's all." ”

When Han Rui opened the wooden box, he found that...

It's a copper coin!

Ten gold, at least 100,000 yuan, this wooden box contains at most 2,000...

"The master mother said that there is only this money at home, and the rest is asked by the general to go!"

After the little guy finished speaking, his face was still full of arrogance, and he closed the door, leaving Han Rui alone in the wind...

Outside, outside, what about the Han people who say that they are good and renewing their promises?

Could it be that it is based on the premise of not being afraid of his wife?

"Well, that's okay?"

- It's not that I'm untrustworthy, it's really my wife who is too fierce...

Looking up at the three or four meters high red gate, he could only bow his head in resignation: Alas, it's not easy...

"That's not bad, a windfall!"

Back at the school, Zhang Weiyang and the others surrounded him, looking like they wanted to speak and stopped.

The joy in Han Rui's heart disappeared in an instant, and he threw the wooden box on the ground: "That's all, take it to buy food for the villagers, okay?" ”

Seeing the copper coins scattered all over the ground, everyone showed their big white teeth and smiled.

As for the lack of money, it was only Han Rui who left it privately.

After all, it was earned by the people themselves, and it was good to be able to give a little relief to the neighbors, and I was embarrassed to ask again.

Zhang Weiyang's heart was full of displeasure, and he pulled Han Rui aside: "You kid, when have you been hiding so much, even if you take out a gold?" ”

Han Rui wanted to cry without tears: "Big brother, it's really not my private collection, that old man is a strict wife, and that's all the money he gave me!" ”

Zhang Weiyang turned a deaf ear: "Han Rui, you say, how does my father treat you?" ”

Gotcha, this is playing the emotional card again...

"Brother Zhang! Zhang Oba! I really didn't hide a penny! ”

"If you don't believe it, you can find a copper plate and count it as your cow, okay?"

Zhang Weiyang said suspiciously: "Really? So dare the general break the promise? ”

"Where did I know, he asked me to go to his house to get it, and his daughter-in-law gave so much, what do you say I should do?"

"Why don't we go and make a fuss, maybe the old man will make up for it because he cares about his reputation?"

Seeing Han Rui's appearance, Zhang Weiyang no longer doubted it, and sighed: "Forget it~ That veteran seems to be in a good position, and he will be offended rashly, but he is afraid of endless troubles." ”

"That's it..."

·

In the afternoon, when Han Rui was combing the war horse, Shangguan's roar sounded in his ears.

"Anyone who is over sixteen years old and under thirty years old will follow me to the city wall!"

What the heck?

Minfu to defend the city?

Without waiting for Han Rui to ask, Zhang Weiyang stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Junhou, I don't know what happened?" ”

The general's face was full of impatience: "The military order is like a mountain!" Just follow me, where is all this nonsense? ”

Everyone gathered around, and one of them asked: "Brother Zhang, we can't go back on the city wall, what should the villagers do?" ”

Zhang Weiyang pondered for a moment and said, "I can only ask someone to bring the money back and give it to the villagers, so that they can buy food by themselves." ”

"Han Rui, you go and hand over the money box to Tun Chang, he is old and should stay in the camp."

That old tun has been in the clouds since Lu Hou, nearly half a hundred years old.

"The chief of Tuotun will give the money to the villagers, and the villagers should be able to hold on for a while."

Han Rui nodded, picked up the wooden box, and entered the tunchang's tent.

"What?"

Tun Changsheng's tiger back and bear waist, with a full beard, is looking at a book awkwardly?

"Tun Chief, we were ordered to defend the city, but the neighbors were still hungry outside the South City Gate, I want to ask the Tun Chang to bring this money, I don't know if it's okay?"

The big man didn't raise his head when he heard this: "I know, just put it at the door." ”

Han Rui followed his words, put down the money box, and left.

Seeing Han Rui retreat, the chief put down the book he was holding upside down, walked to the door, and opened the wooden box.

"My obedient ~ where did this group of horsemen get so much money?"

The length of a tun has fifty men.

But...

This big man was disabled in the war, but he was the head of the people's house...

Don't mention the big fish and meat, the wine money has to be deducted and searched for a long time before I am willing to drink.

Now looking at the box full of money in front of me, the devil in my heart is about to move.

In the end, reason overcame temptation: "That's it~ If you do such a pickled thing, won't your reputation be ruined?" ”

"Keep it for now, and wait until the man gets off the city wall alive."

After thinking about it, I think it's a nice idea.

The man survived, and at most he was busy with official business, so he had no time to take care of things.

If you don't survive...

"Hey, hey, hey, how much wine is this money worth..."