It rained heavily all night.

Zhen Baoyu's men had already cleaned up the battlefield and pulled to a temporarily occupied county seat.

After trimming, the number of casualties was counted much better than expected.

Another six thousand people retained enough combat power.

The remaining 5,000 or so men are irreparably injured or disabled, and are likely to completely withdraw from the main battle force in the future.

Zhen Baoyu placed Su Qianyu in a wealthy merchant's mansion, and went to appease the new army first.

The manpower and material resources of the entire county have been directly requisitioned, and this season really does not give him much hesitation.

The kind of thing that the autumn did not commit any crimes, and even the military and civilians were close to each other, is a myth that cannot appear in this era.

Zhen Baoyu still has a good conscience in the end, and still pays the bill.

In the courtyard of a simple house, in a makeshift ward made of reeds and wooden planks, there were large and small straw mats, on which a wounded man lay every few steps.

Most of them are still injured and can be saved, and if they are too seriously injured, they will definitely not be able to survive in that kind of weather, and they can only be relieved.

Zhen Baoyu took the clan guards to inspect it back and forth, and personally looked at the food here.

The incident was hasty, and there was no reliable leader for a while, but he temporarily found a few people from the army who knew how to cook and fired.

When he came, dinner was being served in the room.

The vats were filled with rice porridge.

Zhen Baoyu came over to take a look, and the soup was three or seven points, and it was vaguely yellow.

"Why is it all old rice?"

He was a little displeased.

The leader of the man in charge of delivering the meal hurriedly explained:

"Lord, there is only old rice in the treasury in this county, and we have not prepared it, so we can only use it for something."

Each county has a warehouse, and there is also a cangcao official of Zhengjipin, who is responsible for managing the treasury.

There was everything in the treasury, including grain and rice, treasury silver, coarse cloth, silk, cotton cloth, and so on.

Because most of the time, when taxes are levied locally, it's these things.

Most of them are coarse grains, and some are used to offset taxes elsewhere.

There are quite a lot of cats in this, and the "warehouse leakage" and "rat loss" that the imperial court acquiesces to every year can add up to one and a half.

These low-level officials themselves have little future in their careers, and all they want to be officials in this life is to make more money.

Officials in almost every county have to do something about reselling new rice.

For example, in this county, the new rice harvested last year was actually gone, and only some old rice remained.

The wind of corruption can be seen from this.

Zhen Baoyu was silent, reluctantly responding, and his mood was not very calm.

He looked at the bedside again, and the wounded were moaning and in pain.

How much ability can the doctors recruited in the county have? It doesn't work at all, and can only prescribe some decoctions that seem to be useful.

"These people are all involved in it because of my own selfishness, so they are killed and disabled."

"Most of them work in the salt factory all day long, occasionally selling illicit salt, just because of some small favors from my Zhen family in the past, they entrust their lives to me."

"They were actually half-coaxed by me into getting on the thief ship, but now that they are on this ship, they can't get off again."

"Can I be ashamed of hurting them like this?"

Out of the reed shed and standing under the eaves, Zhen Baoyu stared at the faint rain scene in the distance and fell into deep thought.

Yangzhou has a lot of rain, cold wind and cold rain, always constant.

The rainwater flowed down the tiles and into the cracks in the masonry on the ground, covering a shallow layer.

The sky was still dark, the grass and trees in the distance were full of shadows, and the scenery outside the city seemed blurry.

It was spring, the grass was growing, and there were willows hanging down in the distance, a little verdant, and it came into view.

Gradually, Zhen Baoyu briefly forgot the difficulties at this time, and felt that he was in the rain and the scene, as if he felt that he was integrated into the rain and this scene.

The complicated things in the world seem to be far away from him.

"I was born with the hope of a clan in this life, and I have been taught the arts of civil and military arts since I was a child, and I have no time to be idle."

"Since I can remember, I have rarely been on the knees of my parents, mostly listening to the teacher's lessons, gathering less and leaving more, and my relatives are indifferent, which makes me unhappy."

"If you think about it, it's rare to be as comfortable and pure as today."

Donnie Yen seemed to be smiling, and two lines of hot tears flowed out.

"In the past, when I was uncomfortable, I always hoped that one day, I could be at ease for a while, and then be at ease for a while, and steal half a day of leisure."

"Now that I have leisure, and no one is restrained by me, I should be happy, but I can't········ I'd rather be confined to my home and study. ”

"When I left the family, I realized that I really didn't understand anything, I didn't understand anything········ If I can live another life, I will definitely not make my parents angry, I will work hard, but unfortunately········ There's no going back. ”

Since Zhen Baoyu was born, he has been regarded as the future Son of Heaven education, and the future of the entire Zhen family is pressed on him.

He had a hard time.

The burden is heavy.

Because the Zhen family wants more, it is also because he is burdened with luck and is a hand-picked hidden dragon.

The rise and fall of a clan is tied to the body of one man, and it almost crushes him.

A leaf was blown by a gust of wind and floated to the ground.

Watch as the leaves fall into the puddles, the raindrops hitting the leaves and making a ticking sound.

Zhen Baoyu's heart is also like this leaf, constantly rising and falling.

"Head of the house!"

Several clan guards dressed in leather armor, carrying lanterns, and holding umbrellas patrolled the surroundings.

When I saw him, I was calling.

Because it was inconvenient to salute, he just bowed his head slightly.

Zhen Baoyu responded with her head bowed.

These are the true heritage of the clan accumulated over a hundred years.

It is not a group training of peripheral vassals, they usually have grandparents who have always been close to their own house.

Each generation of the head of the family will bestow favors and cultivate loyalty.

Over the past few generations, the prestige and loyalty of the Zhen family have been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

These people are the absolute supporters of the Zhen family.

Today, he is also a loyalist of himself.

In a big family, the head of the family may not need to be very wise and powerful.

Even if the talent is not prominent, as long as the prestige and loyalty are accumulated every year, a solid inertia can gradually be formed.

The so-called loyal dead man is obtained in this way, and it is nothing more than a matter of fame.

The subtle inertia influence, accumulated in three generations, is not inferior to the charm of the sovereign.

The Zhen family is also rich for four generations, and the century-old Jinling family has a much thicker foundation.

Even at this point, there were still these guards who were willing to follow him.

This part of the manpower is not much, and the core and talented people are one or two hundred people.

Counting the older generation and the ancestral generation, there can be more than six or seven hundred, both men and women.

There are a lot of people who have been implicated these days, and there are also those who have come to defect.

That's what he's all about.