Xiao Qingyin gave him a push.

"Don't just stand there, go eat dinner. You haven't eaten all day."

The slight disappointment in Yi Shuihan's heart vanished instantly.

They have a long life ahead of them.

Enough to create countless memorable moments.

In the following days, they were all busy cleaning up the battlefield.

With so many people dying at once, and it being summer, if the bodies aren't handled properly, it could lead to an epidemic.

Fu Junshi has almost recovered and is doing his best to help.

Seeing that he commanded effectively and managed the land well, Yi Shuihan conceived the idea of ​​transferring him to Xilin to govern this vast territory.

Anyway, the Tartars will probably behave themselves for a few years now that they've even taken Xilin.

Fu Junshi listened to his arrangement, but a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

Yi Shuihan was a little surprised: "General Fu doesn't like it here?"

Fu Junshi shook his head: "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I'm already an old man, shouldn't I go back to the capital to enjoy my retirement?"

Yi Shuihan: "..."

I understand.

He misses his mother-in-law.

He laughed and said, "I will bring my mother-in-law over."

Fu Junshi sighed.

“Winter in Xilin is even longer and colder than in Liaodong. Your mother-in-law is frail and may not be able to withstand it.”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Yi Shuihan replied. “I just received an exploration report. There are large coal mines at the border of Xilin and Daxi. If they are made into honeycomb briquettes, heating in Xilin will not be a problem.”

"Honeycomb briquettes?"

"It's a fuel that's even better than charcoal. You can burn a piece at night and sleep until dawn. The capital city started using it last winter."

Fu Junshi still hesitated: "It's a long way from here. If Wanwan comes over, it will be difficult for her to see her mother."

Yi Shuihan raised an eyebrow: "Coincidentally, I also have a solution to this."