After the immortal disappeared

Mrs. Ying sighed: "What a pity!"

He Lingchuan crossed his arms and shook his head: "Nothing is ever good, so that's good."

He knew only too well what level the Yuan Army was. Except for the backbone of He Chunhua's main force that he brought back from Xiazhou this time, He Chunhua's main force was of varying levels. It was the first time for them to cooperate. Logically speaking, it would be good if they didn't collapse. As a result, they could march quickly and win the battle. …

I don't know how much effort He Chunhua put in to get this winning blow.

If someone else were to lead the team, it would be a miracle for such a team to march from the north to the south and reach the destination within seven days, let alone go into battle immediately.

His dad is still talented.

Adapting measures to local conditions, adapting to time conditions, and adapting to people's conditions...the difficulty of these three is progressive. And He Chunhua succeeded in adapting measures to people's conditions.

Leading that team to win the battle is much more difficult than leading the Gale Army.

It is not hard to criticize the remnants of the rebels for leaking out under the premise of a major victory for the main force.

"Their numbers are nothing to worry about." He Yue explained to his mother with a smile, "This kind of rebels are all a mob. They can win many battles and still share the same hatred. But after one big defeat, they will scatter like birds and beasts and it will be difficult to rise again. Only Tan Xian's men are left. Even if the eight hundred people cannot be wiped out at once, as long as my father governs well in Yazhou, it will be difficult for him to cause trouble again."

Regardless of He Chunhua himself, his level of governance is obvious to all.

He then asked the messenger: "Have you brought good news to the palace?"

"The general sent someone else to report it."

"Excellent. So what are father's plans next?"

"The general will divide his troops to go to Longchuan to continue suppressing the rebellion. The main force of the foreign troops will return north on their own, and the rest will temporarily stay in Yazhou to rest and recuperate." The informant replied, "The general plans to govern in Yazhou for ten days, and then head west Go and tell the eldest young master that you can leave."

Mrs. Ying and He Yue looked at He Lingchuan together: "To the west? Where?"

"Inspect and accept the Hongya Trading Road." He Lingchuan told the truth. "The Hongya Trading Road is also a mortgage. I signed the loan in advance, but I still have to take the Rongshan people there."

Of course, he only told part of the truth.

The He family received great news, and Mrs. Ying became generous, rewarded the messenger generously, and then asked Butler Wu to take him down to rest.

The He brothers went for a walk in the garden after dinner and were uncharacteristically silent for a long time.

He Lingchuan casually picked off a handful of woody flowers and put them on He Yue's lapel: "Why don't you say anything?"

Both men and women in Yuandu have the habit of wearing hairpins and flowers.

"Brother, what happened between you and your father?"

Seeing how worried the boy was, He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Why do you say this?"

"I'm not a child, how can I not see it?" He Yue said with a straight face, "When you come back this time, there is obviously something weird between your father and you."

Among the two sons, He Yue was the only one who was loved and cared for wholeheartedly by his parents. The original person had always been quite vocal about this, but He Lingchuan felt calm and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Family and country matters are the most important thing, nothing else matters. You don't have to think about it, everything is fine."

He Yue was displeased: "Father also told me, 'Everything is fine'. Do you think it's strange?"

He Lingchuan smiled and said, "That means everything is fine. Why are you still worried?" A few jokes took the topic off track.

When he reached the fork in the road, he waved to He Yue and returned to his yard.

He Yue looked at his back with a worried look on his face.

His father had just won the war, and it was obviously a great joy for the country and the family. Why did he feel that the family was getting worse and worse?

He couldn't figure out what was going on, so there was no point in being anxious.

He Lingchuan returned to his residence, said hello to Qiu Hu, and went to the yard to practice his marksmanship for a while.

After practicing for less than an hour, the sound of flapping wings was heard from above.

He looked up and saw a Demoiselle Crane sitting on a peach tree. He tilted his head and asked him, "He Lingchuan?"

This big bird had a black head, red eyes, and long white eyebrows. It looked very strange to him, and he probably didn't recognize it before.

"Who are you?"

"I came from the west to deliver a message to someone named Liu." Demoiselle Crane stopped talking nonsense to him, "Are you He Lingchuan?"

"Yes." He Lingchuan reached out to it, "Where's the letter?"

"How do you prove that you are He Lingchuan?" Demoiselle Crane was very dedicated.

"How can I prove that I am who I am?" Is there also a problem of the century here? "Can you give me a hint?"

"The man surnamed Liu asked you, what did he put in the special storage compartment in Hongyan Tower?"

"..." It was indeed a very personal question that only He Lingchuan could answer. Thanks to his good memory, he finally got the impression after thinking for a long time, "Two bellybands. He once had a sweetheart that he never forgot..."

"Correct answer!" The Demoiselle Crane didn't bother to listen to boring human stories. If the code word was correct, he gave the thing out, "Put your letter away!"

As expected, it handed He Lingchuan a letter.

Although it is wrinkled and has two pieces of fluff stuck to it, the seal is intact.

"It's very difficult to preserve!" said the big crane. "It keeps raining on the road."

"Thank you for your hard work, how about you deliver the letter for me on the way back?" He Lingchuan knew that this kind of crane is good at flying long distances, and traveling thousands of miles is a piece of cake for it.

But now it is exhausted and keeps its mouth open.

"Okay, fifty taels of silver, eighty pounds of fine little whitebait, alive! But I have to rest now."

It's not expensive, the monster is sincere: "Okay, how about I give you a frog dinner first?"

"Huh?" There's actually a free meal? Demoiselle Crane nodded, "Okay, okay!"

He Lingchuan called Qiu Hu over: "Please help entertain this friend who has come from afar. First, ask him to go to the pond in our courtyard."

The squirrel on Qiu Hu's shoulder saw the Demoiselle Crane and swooped into his arms.

He Lingchuan sighed.

It's really strange that Squirrel Xiao Qiao actually likes Qiu Hu more than him.

Next, Qiu Hu took the crane demon to drink water and eat.

He Mansion now has three beautiful large gardens, including lakes and ponds. You can already hear the sound of frogs in May.

He Lingchuan suspected that they were actually barking and scolding each other because it was too noisy at night. In particular, a group of frogs croaked under the window. It was no different from thunder, making people unable to sleep at night.

Mrs. Ying complained several times and organized people to hunt frogs to reduce noise, but the effect was not ideal.

The crane monster wandered by the lake, as if he were standing in a cafeteria, mouthing here and there, eating everything from insects, frogs, loaches, and snails to his heart's content.

It is not partial, these are all its favorites.

The natural enemies came, and the noise in the pond suddenly decreased. The frogs were in danger and jumped around.

While the Demoiselle Crane was feasting, He Lingchuan also opened the envelope.

Liu Baobao from the Liuji Chamber of Commerce in Heishui City said in the letter that strange phenomena occur frequently in the Panlong Desert.

A desert that has been dry for hundreds of years cannot turn into green fields after a few spring rains. However, on the shady sides of giant sand dunes, grass has begun to grow or small oases have emerged.