After listening to Liu Ji's analysis, Jiang Chuan pondered for a moment and said, "I thought that this method of the military division was feasible. But let this matter go for a while, and wait until the matter of the prisoners is on track before starting this matter, and the two will dry them first. However, don't be harsh on food and clothing, just be slightly better with ordinary soldiers, and kill their arrogance. ”

Liu Ji bowed his head and said: "The lord is clear-cut. ”

At this time, the door curtain was lifted, and Qi Xuan brought a few maids with several large food boxes to deliver food.

Jiang Chuan raised his eyes and happened to see that the maid behind Qi Xuan was the Manchu Gulun Yongmu princess who was captured by himself from Liaoyang, and the woman with the nickname Yatu.

Yatu was still wearing a black coarse cloth jacket and skirt, and her slender figure was obviously struggling to carry the large food box, so she tried to put the food box on the ground, then opened the food box and took out the food from it and placed it on the round table beside her.

She felt as if someone was looking at her, and suddenly turned around, just met Jiang Chuan's gaze, her expression suddenly panicked, her steps staggered, and she almost knocked down the food box, but fortunately, Qi Xuan next to her helped her so that she didn't fall, and hurriedly bowed down to admit her mistake.

Jiang Chuan didn't expect that when he looked at her, he would scare people like this. Thinking about it slightly, it should be the last time Duoduo attacked the city, he tied her to the city and wanted to exchange her life for the lives of the three hundred people of the Ming Dynasty, which frightened her, so that she would be like this at a glance.

Qi Xuan also noticed it, glanced back at Jiang Chuan, showed a strange expression, and then turned around and continued to direct the maids to set up the meal.

The meal was quickly arranged, the maids all withdrew, and when Yatu walked to the door, he glanced back at Jiang Chuan, Jiang Chuan also noticed it, and looked back, just as his eyes met again, Yatu panicked, and hurriedly turned around and opened the curtain and went out.

It seems that the brutal image of me, the murderous demon king, has been fixed in this woman's heart, and she almost fell down when she looked at people, I don't know if it will reach the level where I can stop children crying at night in the future, Jiang Chuan laughed self-deprecatingly, stood up and took the lead towards the round table.

Liu Ji and the three generals were also not polite, and sat down together, and the five big men didn't pay much attention to eating, and after a while, the general meal was wiped out.

After eating, several people said goodbye and left, and Qi Xuan brought people to collect the rice bowls and clean up the round table and the conference hall.

Yatu was busy with it every time, but he never dared to look up at Jiang Chuan again.

Jiang Chuan entered the warm pavilion, and the temperature inside was a little higher and a little stuffy. Jiang Chuan took off his outer robe and only wore a white middle coat, which made him feel more comfortable, walked to the recliner next to the stove and sat down, picked up the tongs and stabbed the fire, and then picked up a book next to him and read it.

He reads the book for a while every day when he has nothing to do, this book is still left by Hai Dongqing, it seems that they are all books printed by the regular bookstore of the Ming Dynasty, and there are many of them with small characters on them. Needless to say, it's all what was left after Hai Dongqing's gang robbed and killed people.

There are all kinds of books, there are everything, there are four books and five classics, there are also poems and songs, and there are also books.

What Jiang Chuan is holding in his hand now is a romance, called "The Biography of the Heroes and Martyrs of the Ming Dynasty", which seems to be printed by the bookstore of the Ming Dynasty, telling the story of the founding period of the Ming Dynasty, and the same style as the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and other words, what is the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Ji Chengzong, was born with red clouds in the sky, the golden dragon entered his mother's womb, and the wolf roared in the moon, in short, all kinds of strange phenomena came out.

Jiang Chuan is also boring, used to pass the time, and by the way, also learn about the history of this Ming Dynasty.

This book is also the first time I read it today, and after turning it over for a while, the ancients wrote it in a half-literary way, and there were all kinds of rhetoric, and he wanted to abandon the book every minute when he read it, where is the Internet that he read in his previous life is good-looking, Jiang Chuan looked at it and felt that his eyelids sank.

Qi Xuan opened the curtain and came in to see that he was happy, and called with a smile: "Master Hou, you have practiced the stunt of closing your eyes and reading a book." ”

Jiang Chuan woke up with hazy eyes, smiled, stood up and said in a daze: "This book is too boring to read, and it is not as good as what I wrote myself." ”

Qi Xuan paused for a moment, glanced at the book in his hand and said in surprise: "Master Hou, are you still writing books?" ”

Jiang Chuan was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses, realized that he had leaked his mouth, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I mean, if I write one, it will definitely be better than this one." ”

Qi Xuan grinned and said, "Master Hou, if you really write it in the future, the slave will be the first to read it." ”

Jiang Chuan secretly thought that it would be impossible in this life, and he never wanted to be a hard-working writer again.

In my previous life, when I was a writer, I sat in front of the computer for seventy or eighty hours every day, and I had back pain, cervical spondylosis, lumbar disc herniation, lumbar muscle strain, and all kinds of problems came out. There are no holidays all year round, and you have to code words every day. If you don't write for a day, readers will scold your mother. All kinds of social activities are basically gone, and the people I see the most every day are the aunt who sells rice in the small restaurant at the entrance of the community and the Jingdong brother who delivers express delivery.

If it weren't for the support of the full attendance award in a month, the manuscript fee would not be 3,000, and the real people who live are not ghosts. If it weren't for the fact that his girlfriend always believed that he could write grades and became a great god who always encouraged him, maybe he wouldn't have been able to persevere.

I don't know what happened to my girlfriend now, and did I feel too sad after I died? It's been more than half a year, and I think I should be able to come out, maybe I'm already married.

Thinking of the past, Jiang Chuan suddenly felt a little sad, casually threw the book in his hand on the case next to him, and said to Qi Xuan: "It's not early, you should go to bed early." ”

Qi Xuan keenly noticed Jiang Chuan's momentary distraction and painful expression just now, and didn't know if his words had touched Hou Ye's sad past, so he didn't dare to say more, so he walked to the edge of the kang to make Jiang Chuan's bed.

After making the bed, Qi Xuan told Jiang Chuan to go to bed early, and then he went out of the house and brought the door, leaving Jiang Chuan alone in the house.

It is only in the dead of night that the past will come to mind.

Thinking of his girlfriend, his parents, his brothers and sisters, and the road of online literature that he has been working hard and struggling to, Jiang Chuan feels more and more that these memories have become distant, and even some are blurred.

Perhaps one day, these memories will be completely blurred, and will eventually be covered by the memories of this life, never to be turned up by themselves again.

That's it, don't think about it, it's useless to think too much, you can only increase your troubles, or live in the moment.

Jiang Chuan shook his head and was about to walk towards the ondol, but the corner of his eye suddenly swept to something on the ground.

When I looked closely, it was a letter.

Jiang Chuan walked over and picked it up to see that it was an unsealed letter, and there were several neat and powerful letters written on the envelope: "If the little sister is opened in person, the payment is made by my brother Liu Yong." ”