Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 615
After May, it is so hot that people want to peel off their skin, the cicadas are noisy, the bluestone and cement floors are steaming, and the sight here is faintly distorted.

This optical distortion is called a mirage, a miniature version of a mirage.

Even Fan Laoshi didn't care about General Dingyuan's demeanor. At dusk, he moved a wicker chair presented by Tie Dazhuang and half-lyed under the persimmon tree to enjoy the cool air.

Ordinarily, even if water is not sprinkled in the house, the effect of placing ice is good. Fan Zheng also purchased some ice cubes from the Forestry Department of Sinong Temple.

Although Shang Lin ordered Ku Feng to be an old acquaintance, Fan Zheng could not afford to embarrass him, and it was not that he could not afford the money.

The ice stored in the Shanglin Department was not only supplied to the Tai Chi Palace and the East Palace. After planning, part of it was also sold to the princes and nobles to make up for the lack of allocated funds.

There was no way, everything required money to guard the huge territory of Shanglin Garden, and Ku Feng often struggled to make ends meet, so he had to earn some money to make up for it.

The problem is that the old man Fan Laoshi actually said that he can't be in the same room with ice because his muscles and bones will hurt. This is helpless.

"Whatever he wants! Let him feed the mosquitoes outside!"

Yuan Luan sighed angrily.

If you are blessed, you will not enjoy it, you bastard!

Despite the scolding, Yuan Luan asked Fanghe to place a circle of mugwort around Fan Laoshi and slowly burn it. A strange-shaped sachet was hung around the man's neck.

Ugly is ugly, this is what Yuan Luan stitched together.

The function of the sachet is not only to make the body smell good, but also to repel mosquitoes.

Most of the sachets are purchased from various drug stores in pre-made sachets.

Fragrant and medicinal.

There is no way, you can't let a man come back with a red envelope, right?

Fan Laoshi pulled a small piece of cloth and put it on his belly. He kept fanning himself with the cattail fan, sweat oozing out from his skin, and he didn't care about the smell of smoke at all.

"Yeah, it's cool in the house, come in!"

Fan Mingqian stood on the threshold and waved hard.

Fan Laoshi grinned: "My dear grandson, I feel sorry for you, haha, okay. I can't feel the cold wind, my muscles and bones are aching, just enjoy the cool air outside."

Yuan Luan smiled and said, "This is because his mother-in-law taught him well!"

Du Shengxia pursed her lips and smiled: "Auntie is so complimentary. No one has ever taught Erlang to say that."

Fan Baili calmly put down "Gongyang Chunqiu", nodded and said: "I can testify that no one has taught Adi to speak like this."

This is even more rare, proving that Fan Mingqian really loves him.

Fan Zheng laughed: "Da Lang can actually read "Gongyang Chunqiu"?"

It is true that the strong father is better than the ancestor. When Fan Zheng was studying, he saw a long paragraph of parallel sentences and suddenly fell asleep.

Gongyang Gao's narrative and interpretation were relatively good, but Fan Zheng was not very good at learning at that time.

Shooting birds with a slingshot and catching fish and shrimps in ditches are Fan Zheng's favorites.

Fan Baili said seriously: "Read it first, mark what you don't understand, and ask the teacher to explain it, and then compare it with your previous thoughts."

Well, if Fan Zheng had thought of this method back then, it would have been no problem for him to be promoted as a Jinshi, not to mention the Ming Sutra... right?
Reading is different from cheating. If you know how to do it, you know how to do it. If you don’t know how to do it, you don’t know how to do it. It’s not up to you.

Fan's ancestral grave, which is located somewhere, must have had a few wisps of smoke coming out for Fan Baili, right?

One of the strangest facts emerged in the Huarong Kaiguo County Marquis' Mansion: Even though Fan Zheng was a third-rank and county marquis, no one thought there was smoke coming out of his ancestral grave. However, Fan Baili read some books carefully and recognized that there was smoke coming out of his ancestral grave.

The scorching heat is not without its advantages. At least the harvesting and drying of wheat are smooth.

In this season, if it rains, countless people will cry bitterly.

In June, Cangcao and Mincao went out to collect the income from rented Yongdiao, Yicangliang, public land, and official fields.Later, Si Shi joined the army and led the people of various villages, leys and squares to dredge water diversion ditches.
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In September, Goguryeo general Gao Wentong sent [-] troops from Wugu City and Andi City to reinforce Bozhuo City.

For Goguryeo at this time, Bozhuo City was a fortress blocking the Yalu River. If it was lost, Pyongyang would be under threat from the Tang army at any time and at any time.

Thirty thousand men and horses were neatly organized and divided into two formations, each on the left and right.

"General Manager, the enemy troops are numerous and powerful. It would be better for our troops to attack together."

Pei Xingfang, deputy general manager and right-guard general, offered suggestions.

You can't blame Pei Xingfang for being cautious. In fact, apart from the navy, their Qingqiu Taoist army only has about [-] soldiers who can fight on land.

Just like that, nearly a thousand people were killed when the formation beheaded their husband and grandson.

Xue Wanche glared angrily and whipped Pei Xingfang's shoulder with a horsewhip: "Coward! Don't you know that one Han fights against five barbarians? There are too many people!"

"Yes, only five hundred horsemen and one thousand infantry are enough! The rest of the troops are yours. If you can't defeat the enemy, come and see us!"

Pei Xingfang's blood surged to his head.

If he wasn't inferior in martial arts, I would really want to stab this rude fellow to death!

General Yeye Youwei, how can you insult him!
Although the riding whip hit the fine scales, it knocked Pei Xingfang's face to the ground!

With an angry roar, Pei Xingfang clamped his horse's belly and attacked to the right.

"Yeah, Xue Wanche! Goguryeo general, take the head!"

Xue Wanche roared and led five hundred cavalry to charge, while a thousand infantry struggled to keep up.

The hardest and most tiring part of fighting is for the infantry. Carrying forty pounds of infantry armor and charging with a wooden gun, the physical exertion is staggering.

Therefore, people who paint their eyebrows every day and make themselves look more like a little lady than a little lady can never afford this consumption.

Gawain rode his horse to fight, but he heard a heart-rending scream behind him: "Xue Da Chong is here! It's him who killed his husband, City Lord Sun, in three rounds!"

Damn!

Only then did Gawain remember that he had collected many of his husband's defeated troops.

The group of defeated soldiers was useless. Their morale had long been depleted. Facing the ferocious Xue Wanche, they were timid before fighting.

It doesn't matter if they are timid, you can just fight with the wind, why are you screaming?

Before Gawain could react, the reins of the war horse were held by his bodyguards, and the horse's head turned around.

At a glance, Gawain was dumbfounded. Xue Wanche's horse was obviously still half a mile away. Why are you crying and running away?
Emperor Zhenguan's personal expedition destroyed not only Goguryeo's defense, but also their mysterious self-confidence.

The pride that had fought against the Sui Dynasty in the past was as fragile as a piece of earthen paper in front of the Tang Dynasty.

Repeated attacks by generals Li Shiji, Niu Jinda, and Xue Rengui made them lose confidence.

However, Xue Wanche's record of killing his husband and grandson overwhelmed their psychological defenses, and Xue Wanche's violent drinking made their hearts tremble.

As a result, Xue Wanche's thousand infantry did not have time to catch up, and his five hundred cavalry were already chopping melons and vegetables.

War is about strategy, supply, and strength, but it is also about morale.

An army that has lost morale is worse than a pig. Pigs even know how to turn around when they are in danger.

Pei Xingfang led his army to fight in the middle of the battle. Suddenly, he saw the Goguryeo army discarding their helmets and armor, and throwing large banners all over the ground. He ignored his surprise and quickly waved his troops to cover up the killing.

Well, Pei Xingfang admitted that Xue Wanche might be right, but his behavior was too insulting.

(End of this chapter)