Chapter 12 Today's Laba truth is only within range.
"In my humble opinion, although this repeating crossbow is good, it is only effective against light cavalry." Guizhier said frankly.
Everyone in the camp was drawn to it.
"Young lady, you are absolutely right. The heavy cavalry that the Danu people are most proud of is indeed more of a headache." Cai Miao's old face flushed.
He only suffered minor injuries in the fight, but felt completely humiliated.
A real man should be open and honest. The lack of city defense is his dereliction of duty.
A new official has three things to do when he takes office. No matter how the prefect punishes him, it doesn't matter as long as they can work together to overcome the current difficulties.
"If you have any suggestions, please tell me." Liu Shanyuan heard the hidden meaning in the words.
He tapped the map with his slender fingers, slowly but seriously.
Guizhi'er didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
As luck would have it, the task progress, which had been stagnant for a long time, started moving at this critical juncture.
She couldn't just leave without thoroughly studying it.
"I've seen the army mainly use spears for close-range attacks," Gui Zhier said, "but against cavalry, the Mo Dao and long-handled axes are very effective."
In the history of Guizhier's hometown, in the famous Battle of Yancheng, Yue's army used this strategy to fight a bloody battle at Iron Pagoda.
Luan Shuangbai had a flash of inspiration: "Using a knife or an axe, is it to chop off the horse's legs?" The young man took a deep breath, and the thought went from his nasal cavity to his lungs, and then came out again. His thoughts instantly became clear.
How can a cavalryman wearing heavy armor move forward if his horse has no legs?
At this point, the advantage of heavy armor turned into a weakness, because the armor was so thick that it was impossible to escape.
As expected of the top scorer in the martial arts exam, he has some knowledge of military tactics and warfare.
Guizhier likes to deal with smart people.
Luan Shuangbai stared at Gui Zhier with sparkling eyes, as if he had seen a gold mine.
He asked excitedly, "Miss, would you like to serve as a staff officer in my army?"
Liu Shanyuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him without commenting.
"I am not talented enough and have little knowledge, so I am afraid I am not up to the task." Guizhier waved her hands repeatedly.
These two people either wanted to trick her into the government office to be monitored, or to take her to the military camp to suffer.
Don't even think about it.
The second day was a rare sunny day. As the sunlight gradually weakened, the workers at the city gate gradually became tired.
The strong rope pulled up the log, leaving red marks on the already rough fingers.
The laborers worked hard in exchange for the rewards promised by the prefect.
You can get one copper coin in three days!
During the winter farming season, farmers have to find work to do, even to prepare for the New Year.
It is not easy to earn some spare money. The young and strong ones go up the mountain to trap rabbits and catch pheasants, while the old men with some skills go from street to street, making candied haws or selling sesame cakes.
This was the first time anyone had heard that building a city wall could earn money.
"Erzhu, do you think you can really give us a ton of money in one go?"
"The new prefect has spoken, so how could it be false?" Erzhu wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Hey, Magistrate Ma lied to me before, saying that if we repaired his house, there would be benefits."
The courtyard with three entrances and exits and the screen wall facing the gate took a lot of effort to build, but in the end, the reward I asked for was ignored.
"Renovating the house is for the prefect himself, but building the city wall is for everyone." Erzhu sorted out the quality loess to spread on the bluestone slabs. "Besides, we organized a militia the night before last, and everyone is here. I think this new prefect is trustworthy."
Everyone was convinced and nodded.
The loess was gradually dried out after being baked by the scorching sun for a whole day and then by flames.
The plan is to build another arrow tower for overlooking the distance.
"Brothers and sisters, please come and have a bowl of Laba porridge."
Children, don't be greedy, after Laba it's the New Year. According to northern customs, Laba porridge must be shared to pray for blessings and good fortune.
Guizhier pushed the cart and came to the foot of the city wall with a smile on her face.
She was wearing a red embroidered jacket that made her skin look white. On the table was a large bucket of porridge and bowls and spoons, looking neat and tidy.
Laba porridge is made by cooking white rice, millet, yellow rice, chestnuts, peeled date paste, etc. with water.
Guizhier ingeniously added fairy grass, sprinkled some red peach kernels and almonds, mixed with white sugar and brown sugar, and finally colored it with raisins.
"Thank you, young lady. This porridge looks delicious!" With the permission of the supervisor, everyone finished their work and lined up to get the porridge.
The porridge is cooked thickly, and the warm porridge flows continuously when you scoop it with a spoon.
A mouthful of Laba porridge leaves your tongue and teeth fragrant, and the mellow taste is so delicious that you can’t stop praising it.
Celebrating Laba Festival means the beginning of the Chinese New Year.
Although the threat from the Qiyanwushi tribe remains, every household looks forward to the excitement of dragon dancing, stilt walking, and welcoming the God of Wealth all year round.
"My dear, do you think those damned bandits will come here to cause trouble again?" Erzhu washed his hands and took the bowl of porridge handed to him by Guizhier in an upright manner.
"I once heard a great man say: Don't be intimidated by the enemy's aggressiveness, and don't be discouraged by difficulties that you can still endure."
Guizhier encouraged everyone with great enthusiasm.
“Don’t be discouraged by temporary setbacks. The road is tortuous, but the future is bright. The darkness will soon pass, and the dawn is just around the corner!”
Everyone was confused when they heard this, but someone who had attended a private school explained, "Ms. Gui said we can win!"
"Let's do it!" Everyone's morale was immediately boosted.
Crowds of people were pouring out of the city.
"The road is tortuous, but the future is bright."
Liu Shanyuan, who happened to come to the city gate to see him off while sitting in a sedan chair, silently recited these words, as if thinking about something.
"Girl, can you give me a word?"
"Whisper, whisper." The white colt rubbed the osmanthus branch twice affectionately as a farewell.
Luan Shuangbai was sitting on his horse. Having finished reporting on his work at the government office, he should immediately set off to take up his post at the Jinglüe Mansion in Linghe County.
There were also several soldiers traveling with them, holding half-finished crossbows.
Guizhier raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "The truth is only within the range."
"I remember it!" Luan Shuangbai shook his wrist, making a small gun flower, and the red tassels fluttered in the air.
The sunset glowed with a magnificent beauty, illuminating half the sky with a brilliant crimson hue. With his spear slung across his back, the young man's silhouette stretched out in a long line as he rode his horse.
"Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. I'm leaving, Miss Gui!" Luan Shuangbai waved his hand without looking back.
The road is long and difficult, but if you keep walking, you will reach your destination.
Guizhier raised the corners of her mouth.
It's a bit contrived, but it's really handsome.
If I had met such a high-spirited young man a few worlds earlier, I would have been completely fascinated by him.
Unfortunately, now she only thinks about——
He threw his fourth-rank civil servant colleague aside and said goodbye to me. I'm afraid this guy doesn't want to make any progress.
Fortunately, Liu Shanyuan didn't care about these things. He was worried about another problem.
The vast northern territory is in a state of deficit, with both granary reserves and book tax revenue in a mess.
If you want a horse to run fast, you have to let it eat more grass.
What can I do if I have no money?
Seeing that the bucket of porridge was almost empty, he got off the carriage and asked Guizhier humbly.
Good guy, you treat me as a free think tank.
Although Guizhier was dissatisfied, they were all on the same boat for the time being.
"Has Magistrate Ma not returned to the capital yet?" Gui Zhi'er pointed out. "As far as I know, he has a principle, which is—"
"A gentleman loves money, take it, take it, take it!"
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