"Young Master."
When Uncle Rong came over, he saw that his young master was holding a strange white object.
Just as he was wondering, He Fengmian said, "Uncle Rong, have the embroiderers in the manor embroider a batch of identical ones, the sooner the better, and send them to the military camp tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Uncle Rong took it and prepared to leave.
But he was stopped: "Wait."
Uncle Rong turned around and looked at his young master.
He Fengmian said somewhat awkwardly, "Don't get this in your hand dirty. Give it back to me later."
Uncle Rong nodded: "Don't worry, young master."
After saying that, he went to find the embroiderer.
He Fengmian also returned to the military camp. Looking at the sparse stars in the sky, he suddenly touched his beard with his fingers...
...
The next day.
Early in the morning, Liu Moyang yawned and wandered around the commander's tent: "Looking for me?"
Early in the morning, on the seventh day of the lunar new year, someone came to find me, saying that He Jianxing was looking for me.
Generally, if it's not his personal guards who come to find him, but rather his shadow guards, it's not a military matter, so Commander Liu is a bit lazy.
He went in, just about to ask what was wrong.
But when she saw the man sitting there, her eyes widened in horror, and her voice cracked with fright: "My goodness, what's wrong with you?"
He Fengmian: "..."
Coldly: "Shut up."
"You can't keep this up." He leaned closer, his eyes filled with lingering shock and disbelief, and said, "Jian Xing, tell me, what exactly happened?"
He Fengmian ignored him, but when he saw a groping hand reaching out, he looked at him coldly, as if to say, "If you don't want my hand, just say so, and I'll grant your wish."
Liu Moyang awkwardly withdrew his hand, but still said, "Jian Xing, why did you decide to shave off your beard that you've kept for so many years?"
Yes, He Fengmian shaved his beard. He had grown it after becoming the commander-in-chief so that he wouldn't look too young and would appear more mature and convincing.
He Fengling knew what his younger brother was thinking and did not stop him.
So many years have passed, and they thought that beard would probably be welded to his face for the rest of his life. But when they came over this morning, they found that his face was hairless.
That was so exciting!
He Fengmian's eyes flashed with unease, but his expression remained serious as he said, "If there's anything wrong, just shave it off."
Before he could ask, she handed him a pile of masks that the embroiderers had been working on the previous night and that Uncle Rong had delivered early in the morning.
Looking at these things, Liu Moyang asked, puzzled, "What are these?"
He Fengmian said, "Mask, a mask to protect against wind and sand."
Liu Moyang was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood, his eyes lighting up: "Can it be used?"
When there are sandstorms on the border, your mouth gets full of sand as soon as you open it. It would be great if we could protect ourselves from those sandstorms.
Seeing his expression, He Fengmian smiled and said, "Give it a try."
Then he put one on his face and said, "Wearing it like this allows you to breathe like a face mask, but it's more convenient and stable than a face mask."
"I'll try it." Liu Moyang also picked one up, put it on his face, and began to breathe heavily.
I could indeed breathe without feeling suffocated. Then I shook my head vigorously and tried to move it, but I found that the mask could stick firmly to my face, which was much better than a face towel.
Unlike the first-year students, they didn't have to suffer from having their face towels welded to their faces.
Yes, they've tried using face towels before, but if they're loose, they tend to come off easily.
But if it's too tight, after a while your whole face and head will feel very uncomfortable, so you can't wear it for long periods of time.
So later they preferred to endure the sandstorms rather than wear such a face mask while on duty.
If this thing could stay on my ears like this without falling off, and wouldn't be blown off when I talk or in a strong wind, that would be the best thing ever.
Liu Moyang, wearing a mask, said to He Fengmian, who was also wearing a mask, "Let's exchange a few moves."
Before anyone could agree, he threw a punch, which He Fengmian quickly dodged, while simultaneously kicking him.
Liu Moyang nimbly dodged, and seeing that the room was inconvenient, he flashed outside. He Fengmian immediately chased after him, and then the two of them fought fiercely, each punch landing hard and each move potentially fatal, as if they were mortal enemies.
The fight between the two attracted many soldiers and generals to watch.
While watching, they cheered, "Great!"
They just couldn't understand what was on the two people's faces—a white thing that looked strange and covered their faces. If they hadn't been so familiar with them, they almost wouldn't have recognized them.
They felt that the general seemed a bit strange, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it.
Suddenly, Liu Moyang declared, "I admit defeat, I'm not coming anymore."
He was already panting heavily, clearly no match for his friend.
He Fengmian then released his strength, and the two separated.
Liu Moyang, panting, put on his mask and laughed loudly, "It's a bit stuffy, but it doesn't have much of an impact."
He Fengmian also put on his mask and nodded in agreement.
They could tolerate even a little bit of stuffiness.
Remembering what Shulan said, it would be even better if it were made thinner when the weather is hot.
Then everyone noticed that their great general had transformed from a burly, bearded man into a handsome young man, which left them all in awe.
Normally, I would definitely ask what happened to express my shock.
But now, they were all drawn to the face mask.
Although Rong Tengfei was a deputy general, he was the most senior here and was He Yushan's subordinate.
He looked at the object and asked, "General, what is this?"
He Fengmian explained, "Uncle Rong, this is a face mask, a face mask that can protect against wind and sand."
Liu Moyang said excitedly, "The General and I just tested it. Even when we were fighting so fiercely, the mask didn't fall off. It's better than a face towel."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, but their eyes were filled with joy. If there was something to protect against the sandstorm, who wouldn't want to use it?
He Fengmian took the opportunity to have these masks distributed to the generals, so that they could experience the benefits of wearing masks.
Everyone's smart enough to know the benefits of this after experiencing it.
Upon learning that it was actually developed by the wife of the Great General, that woman from the Xie family, some were surprised by her remarkable abilities.
Upon learning that the crossbow was developed by her, the deputy generals suddenly realized, as if they had known all along.
Even Rong Tengfei remarked, "The General's wife is indeed remarkable."
Several deputy generals who knew the inside story nodded in agreement.
This lady is only seventeen years old, yet she knows so much at such a young age and even runs a clinic to treat patients. Even those in the military camp have heard of her medical skills, and even Doctor Wang has praised her highly.
Such skill was something they all had to admire.
The only pity is: if this lady were not a member of the Xie family, how wonderful it would be.
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