The postpartum period is a time when doctors try their best to give women a month of confinement.

But a month is far from enough; it takes a hundred days to recover from a serious injury.

The Zhang family is assertive in this matter.

Zhao's eyes reddened, and she hugged Zhang, choking back tears as she said, "Mother... I don't know how to thank you enough."

"What's there to be grateful for? I love you and my children with all my heart, and I don't ask for anything in return. I just hope you're all doing well."

Zhang patted Zhao's back gently.

Zhao found the maternal love she lacked through Zhang.

"Alright, stop crying. You're still recovering. Crying will hurt your eyes. Go to sleep. Song'er needs to eat in the middle of the night. You've already had enough to do."

Zhang comforted Zhao until she fell asleep.

She can help change diapers, cook, and do laundry, but Zhao has to do the breastfeeding herself.

Even though it's just one thing, it's enough to exhaust a person.

Luo Sisi would come to visit Qin Jin'an every two or three days, and she had become familiar with the villagers.

She was always very popular when she came, and many boys were happy to learn martial arts from her.

Qin Jin'an loved farming, so Luo Sisi followed him. As a result, all the children in the village went to help the Qin family farm. They didn't have to be fed; instead, Luo Sisi taught them martial arts.

Luo Sisi also ate a lot during dinner that evening.

After she's eaten her fill, she'll ride her horse home.

At this point, the battlefield had reached its final, most dangerous stage.

The general leading the troops was named Xiao Ce. He was in his tent discussing the final strategy to repel the enemy with his capable generals.

The weather was getting warmer, but the barbarians refused to retreat and continued their offensive.

Xiao Ce felt puzzled, as this situation was so different from previous years.

Something unusual must be going on, and Xiao Ce felt a vague unease in his heart.

"Does anyone have any other plans?"

Xiao looked at the dozen or so brave soldiers in the tent and asked them for strategies to deal with the enemy.

"General, I have a plan."

Qin Yulin stood up and cupped his hands in greeting. A month on the battlefield had brought about tremendous changes in him.

Xiao glanced at him and nodded: "Commander Qin, you speak."

Xiao Ce had a strong impression of Qin Yulin. He was brave and fearless, skilled in combat, and adept at adapting to changing circumstances on the battlefield. His squads consistently achieved the highest kill counts.

Qin Yulin met Xiao Ce's gaze and said, "I observe that the Jiangshan Mountains are covered in snow and have a treacherous terrain. As long as our army sends a team to cross the Jiangshan Mountains and circle around to the enemy's rear camp, the coordinated attack from the front and rear will surely scatter the enemy forces."

"The enemy's warhorses are often hungry and their bravery is not what it was a few months ago. Each of our vanguards can carry a small bag of black beans. When the enemy charges, we can scatter the black beans. The warhorses will be attracted by the smell of the beans and will be thrown into disarray. Our army will be able to catch them off guard. With mutual support from the front and rear, we will definitely be able to drive the enemy back."

This was a plan that Qin Yulin had been thinking about for many days, and it was also something he had observed a lot recently.

"These two methods are not bad, but how can the first one be successful? Crossing the mountains is cold and dangerous. I'm afraid that before we even get over them, our soldiers will freeze to death or fall off the cliff to their deaths."

Xiao Ce appreciated Qin Yulin's plan, but after thinking about it, he realized that it wouldn't achieve the desired effect of working together from the inside and outside.

"General, the hundred men I lead are more than capable. Just give us a chance to prove ourselves."

Qin Yulin revealed a simple and honest smile. From the moment he had this idea, he led his team to start training, improving their finger strength, and making tools.

Xiao Ce immediately became interested.

Everyone went to watch together.

Qin Yulin began climbing the bare and concave stone wall wearing only a pair of gloves.

And the hundred men he led followed in his footsteps.

Even the lame Liu Sanbu could nimbly climb up.

Not only did they go up, they also came back along the same route.

Xiao Ce was shocked, and looked at Qin Yulin with admiration: "Commander Qin is brave and resourceful, this plan is feasible."

Once Qin Yulin leads these hundred men into the enemy camp, in the next battle, they will use black beans to defeat the barbarians' warhorses at the front. After the battle begins, Qin Yulin will lead those hundred men to set fire to the barbarian camp to create internal strife. With this coordinated attack from within and without, the barbarians will surely be defeated and forced to retreat.

Once a decision is made, an implementation plan is immediately formulated.

Qin Yulin led a hundred men and left the camp under cover of night.

They were no longer new recruits; having survived several battles, they were highly experienced veterans.

They moved stealthily across the mountains, like ghosts in the night.

...

In mid-April, good news reached the public.

The warriors of the southern border defeated the barbarians and finally drove these hateful barbarians back to the desolate land.

The bugle call of victory has sounded, and many people set off firecrackers along the streets.

In teahouses and taverns, stories of a valiant general are told everywhere.

Rumor has it that he is the barbarians' nightmare.

At the start of the war, he led a hundred men to destroy the entire barbarian rear camp. He rode a warhorse stolen from the barbarian camp and crushed the barbarians' courage.

People speculated about whose son this soldier was.

Families with sons fighting in the war are all looking forward to it.

In the teahouse and tavern, the storyteller smiled and lowered his voice, saying, "Although I don't know the names of the soldiers, I already have someone in mind."

"Who is it? Who is it? Stop keeping me in suspense..."

"Tell me quickly, or you might get a sack over your head tonight!"

The people drinking and listening to the story started asking questions in a jeering manner.

"I'm guessing it's that guy from the Qin family. I heard he's extremely filial. Originally, it was his father who was supposed to go, but he silently knocked his father unconscious and went instead. Such filial piety and decisiveness are rare indeed. I heard he once pinned that guy to the ground and beat him up..."

The storyteller spoke with a smile; he didn't name names, but everyone knew who he was talking about.

If he could beat up Marquis Anping, then it's only natural that he would be brave, skilled in battle, and invincible on the battlefield.

"You know what, it's actually quite possible."

"Hey, what do you guys think? If the Qin family produced a general, wouldn't that guy be furious?"

"Hahaha, this is just the way it should be! This is the fate of a modern-day Chen Shimei."

The crowd burst into laughter and began to discuss the matter, each offering their own comment.

They never mentioned the name 'Marquis Anping', yet every word they spoke referred to him.

One of them left the tavern with a sullen face.

He was glanced at by the people drinking and muttered in annoyance, "This is getting really exciting, why aren't we listening anymore?"

"I've heard that there was another reason why that person withdrew from the battlefield. Would you all like to hear it?"

The storyteller asked with a smile.

"I want to hear it, I want to hear it."

People immediately raised their hands, waved, and shouted.

"Then this story is quite long. Please have another pot of tea, order a couple of snacks, and go to the outhouse before I tell you the whole story."

The storyteller skillfully created suspense, and this time, more people were willing to listen.

The waiter ran around happily, serving tea and snacks.

On the street, a person walked like a zombie, not apologizing to anyone he bumped into.

"Damn it, are you blind?!" The person he touched cursed angrily and tried to leave, but he grabbed him.