Humane Yongchang

Chapter 298 Midwinter

Warm candlelight illuminates the misty bath room.

Chen Sheng was shirtless, soaked in the big tub, his arms wrapped around his chest and clinging to the edge of the tub, Zhao Qing sat beside the tub and applied medicine to his purplish red bloody back.

"Don't you all say that the soldiers of the Red Army have the most respect for you?"

She gave Chen Sheng the medicine lightly, but Chen Sheng didn't say a word, but she was already in tears: "Why do you put such a heavy hand..."

"I made them really fight..."

Chen Sheng was still able to laugh, and said softly, "There are tens of thousands of brothers watching from below. It's fake, what's it like? It's better not to fight!"

In fact, he not only ordered the sergeant who executed the sentence to be honest.

Secretly, he also took the initiative to suppress the internal power running in his body in his dantian, letting go of his physical defenses and letting the execution sergeant beat him.

Otherwise, how could the military sticks that even those generals and commanders in the Qi Sea Realm and Open Pulse Realm can withstand would be able to hurt him?

I'm afraid that when a military stick goes down, he doesn't even hurt a single hair, but the sergeant who executes the execution is shocked to death by his body protection...

"Aren't you the general of the Red Army?"

Zhao Qing's eyes were red, and he looked at him persistently: "Why do you have to hit this baton?"

Chen Sheng made a "um" and wanted to tell her why he did this, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Qing gave him an angry look, then wiped the red corners of his eyes and continued to give him medicine.

"It's nothing, it's just, I've been trying to avoid letting my butt dictate my head."

Chen Sheng was lying on the edge of the tub like a salted fish, and whispered softly, "But just now I suddenly woke up, I still unknowingly let my butt hold my head!"

"You're right, I'm the general of the Red Army, and I'm the king of the Han Dynasty. It is true that you don't have to fight with this military stick!"

"I don't even need to say anything, as long as I don't say fight, they will collectively forget that I should be punished with them, and they won't have any negative feelings towards me because of this... For the best, Privileges are normal, and no privileges are abnormal.”

"But the two identities of the general of the Red Army and the King of Han Wangting have been decided. I have to take this military stick. Only when I get this military stick can the military law of the Red Army be established. With this military stick, the spirit of the rule of law in the Han court can truly sprout."

"Under these two mountains, my personal will is so small that I can't even discover it myself..."

He chuckled again and muttered to himself, "It's a good person in the rivers and lakes, I can't help myself!"

This self-analysis made him feel very interesting.

But it's just fun.

Zhao Qingcai couldn't understand his big reason.

But as long as she listened to his voice, she would feel particularly at ease.

Chen Sheng also knew that she could not understand.

But being able to tell her what he couldn't say to others made him feel particularly peaceful...

In the warm and foggy room, the young couple whispered to each other.

Outside the house, the north wind is howling and snow is flying.

In the Chang'an Square next to Changning Square, a large number of poor people who were unable to survive the winter gathered in the greenhouse built by the king's court, sitting on the heated kang with hot water bowls in their hands, spitting stars splashing about the mountains, far away. The King of Han who reached him, through bowls of boiled water to moisten his throat, became his neighbor's nephew and nephew at his fingertips, so alive that he seemed to be able to laugh at their left and right sides at any time.

Farther away, the soldiers of the Chen County Security Corps held high torches to illuminate the cold night. They used the most primitive manpower to transport the snow in the city to the outside of the city through a wheelbarrow. The rolling carts converged into a river, and the sound of heavy breathing turned into waves. In this quiet snowy night, it quietly flowed into the hearts of the people of Chen County, nourishing the seedling planted by Chen Sheng and growing vigorously...

This ancient city is undoubtedly lucky, Chen Sheng was born in her arms, grew up in her arms, and now Chen Sheng has become the king of Han, she has received the most appropriate and meticulous care of the Han court, miraculously from the Han Dynasty. The brink of death came alive, and a second spring bloomed even more brilliantly.

But she can only be regarded as special, not unique.

Because Chen Sheng was the king of Han, not the county magistrate.

In every city covered in ice and snow that can be illuminated by the light of the Han Dynasty, a scene roughly similar to that in Chen County is happening.

Thanks to the students who came out of Jixia Academy.

Every city under the rule of Han Wangting is groping forward along the old road that Chen County has walked. It may not be fast, but since we are already walking on the right path, as long as we persevere, we can finally reach it. destination.

It was also thanks to Chen Sheng, the King of Han who liked to run around everywhere.

In the more than [-] cities of the nine counties under the rule of the King of the Han Dynasty, there is no bureaucratic tycoon in any place who dares to violate the decrees of the King's Center, and no one dares to hinder those who carry the letter of appointment of the King's Center and take office under the escort of the red-clothed soldiers. The clerks work!

Later, whenever the people of Jiyan and Yanzhou lamented how long and tormenting the unprepared winter was, what the old people thought of was always the smell of feet and sweat and the scorching eyes and joyful atmosphere. And that mouthful of boiling water that smelled of thick scale, and then showed a nostalgic smile...

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This winter, heavy snow covered the ground.

Render the mountains and rivers in the same color.

In the same color, the nine counties under the rule of Han Wangting slowly healed the pain caused by the war and melted away the hatred between them.

The common people of the various counties gradually let go of their prejudices and began to compare the court of the Han Dynasty with the Zhou Dynasty, and Chen Sheng with the original county governor...

Chen Sheng didn't know that he ruled the people, and his senses were quietly changing.

This winter, he's been busy... very, very busy!
He had to control the progress of the First Red Army in Jingzhou's battle against the Baiyue people.

It is also necessary to control the response of the northern counties that have suffered from the snow disaster.

We still have to seize this rare opportunity of self-cultivation and recuperation to sort out the low-level government structure of the Han Dynasty, in order to implement the low-level government structure after the beginning of the spring, and end the chaos of grass-roots teams caught by the sesame and watermelon of the low-level government.

this winter.

The beggars under the rule of Han Wangting could comfortably nest in the greenhouse.

But Chen Sheng, the king of Han, was like a beggar who roamed the world, and his footprints covered every town with a population of more than [-] under his rule.

In every snowy weather, when he landed on the city wall from the back of the big hair, and asked the garrison to take him to the local official temple, he would be interrogated and asked: "You don't stay at home and run around me in this cold weather. What are we doing here?"

At first, Chen Sheng would take out the seals of the clerks and prepare them in advance, and explain to them patiently.

But after being asked a lot by that natural but bewildering tone, he often asked himself in his heart: 'Yeah, it's such a cold weather, why don't you stay at home comfortably paralyzed? Come on, what are you doing here? '

Especially when he travels between Chen County and the towns by himself in Da Mao alone, as long as he turns his head and looks back at the endless silver-covered earth below, he will have a kind of 'what are you doing here'. Confuse.

After a long time, he finally realized the reason: hard work is hard, but lying flat is easy...

　After ten years of salted fish, turning over and stabbed, guaranteeing the bottom six thousand, sprinting [-] characters, please wave your tickets and cheer for the wind and clouds...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)