at night.
After taking a bath, Xiao Jingzhou returned to his study and wrote back to Mu Zhao.
In the cold winter, all the women in Zhiyi City go to the bathhouse to take a bath.
Unfortunately, he sent people to investigate in the bathhouse, but they did not find the woman with the peony birthmark on her back.
He failed to find Mu Xi, and was afraid that she was in danger.
Xiao Jingzhou didn't want to open the scar, but he had no other choice but to hope that Mu Zhao could find out the truth about the city's fall as soon as possible.
He sighed: "It's a pity that there are few records of this period of history in the 21st century, otherwise we could still find some traces."
Jiang Zhenyu was half lying on the chaise longue, holding a tablet and watching the video shot by Xiao Jingzhou.
The two of them used the wooden bowl to transmit sound, just like a voice call, which did not consume any data or cost any money.
She suddenly heard what Xiao Jingzhou said and turned off the tablet.
...
...
Jiang Zhenyu changed his lazy attitude, sat up and asked, "Are you saying that there is something strange about the fall of Guyan County?"
Xiao Jingzhou folded the letter and put it in an envelope.
He said, “Too fast.”
“Guyan County is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Even if Hu Riwei was a military genius, it would be impossible for him to break through the city in one day and one night.
If there was no internal help, how could we have suffered such a tragic defeat? ”
Jiang Zhenyu couldn't help but smack his lips: "Defeat is not terrible, what is terrible is fear before the battle, soldiers retreat without fighting, leaving the people to resist the artillery fire.
If there are traitors giving directions, the people will have no way to survive. ”
Historical evolution is nothing more than this.
Jiang Zhenyu: "You are leaving tomorrow, so go to bed early."
Xiao Jingzhou looked at the bright moon outside the window and said softly, "Good night."
Jiang Zhenyu's ears felt numb when she heard the word "good night". She hugged Zhaocai and took a few deep breaths.
Zhaocai, who was almost out of breath, finally escaped from her clutches, fled from the room, and ran to the cat's bed in the guest room where Xiao Jingzhou had slept.
…
The next morning, the fields were plowed.
Gu Zhenbei was leading the ox in front, and Xiao Jingzhou was holding the wooden plow behind.
The tiller plowed the land on one side, and the soil was soft.
Xiao Jingzhou's move was just to seek good intentions, hoping that Da Jing Dynasty would be self-sufficient in the future and no longer rely on purchasing food in the 21st century.
Lu Chen shouted from behind: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is ploughing the fields himself. Next year will surely be a good year with abundant harvests and good weather!"
The fields were plowed by the emperor, while his ministers drove the oxen.
The prince is overstepping his authority by tilling the land, and he must not use the words of sacrificial rites.
Everyone realized that there was nothing wrong with Lu Chen's words.
Soon, all kinds of auspicious words were heard around.
As Xiao Jingzhou let go of the wooden plow, the sounds of micro-tillage machines and tillage machines were heard around him.
Gu Zhenbei led the cow and said with a smile: "If it weren't for the gods, I'm afraid I would never see this sight in my lifetime."
Who would have thought that in the divine world, instead of driving oxen to plow the fields, people could drive around in iron carts?
Nearing noon, the group headed back.
Xiao Jingzhou had a simple meal and then led his men to several warehouses.
Qian Wuyou was leading the way. He was the happiest person recently, and the warehouse was filled to the brim with things.
The closer you get to the warehouse, the stronger the smell becomes.
Xiao Jingzhou said calmly: "Chickens, ducks, and geese are afraid of the cold, so they must be driven into the house at night.
As for the heat-generating lamps, they are maintained by absorbing light.
If it is a cloudy day and there is no sunshine, bring a generator over. Don't be lazy and let the chicks freeze to death. ”
As the Minister of Revenue, Qian Wuyou understood the people's sentiments, but he never raised poultry or livestock himself.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and wrote down everything Xiao Jingzhou told him.
Qian Wuyou said: "I study the books that Your Highness brought back every day.
I also consulted many farmers, and the helpers in the warehouse were all experienced farmers.
There shouldn't be any big problems. ”
Xiao Jingzhou nodded: "The factory must be built as soon as possible. Once it reaches a certain scale, it will be sold to the people and allowed to be raised by each household."
Qian Wuyou: "I obey your orders."
After Xiao Jingzhou finished his inspection, he went back to take a bath and rest up.
When I woke up again, it was already midnight.
Lu Chen had just come out of Gu Shijie's room. Fortunately, he only had some bruises and no broken bones.
Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to rush all the way to the original sealed city.
Lu Chen walked to the kitchen, picked up a bowl of noodles, and pushed the door into Xiao Jingzhou's room.
"Your Highness, you are awake."
"This is the noodles made by Mrs. Gu."
"She said she would make us chicken soup when we came back."
Xiao Jingzhou put on his clothes, walked to the table and sat down.
He asked, “Is everything ready?”
Lu Chen nodded: "Everything is ready."
"I estimate that if we leave the city at this time, we will be able to catch up with General Yang and his men by noon tomorrow."
Xiao Jingzhou finished the last mouthful of soup and said, "Come with me to get something."
The two of them came to the side room together, and Lu Chen had already packed his things.
Xiao Jingzhou just waved his hand, and the things placed on the ** disappeared instantly.
Lu Chen opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming.
He stammered, "Your Highness, this...you..."
Xiao Jingzhou didn't explain much, and said calmly: "Leave the city."
Gu Zhenbei stood on the city wall and watched the two of them leave the city.
Gu Shijie said, "Dad, it's extremely dangerous for His Highness to go this way. Don't we need to send more people to follow him?"
Gu Zhenbei watched the voices from the city disappear into the darkness, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness has his own arrangements, there is no need for us to add to them."
He looked at Gu Shijie sideways and said, "Son, if we defend Zhiyi City, that will be of the greatest help to His Highness."
Gu Shijie's eyes gradually became firm: "Well, we can definitely defend Zhiyi City!"
Outside the city.
Xiao Jingzhou rode his horse at a gallop.
The northern plains are vast and the road ahead is in full view.
Lu Chen felt the cold wind, but he felt very happy in his heart.
He smiled and said, "Your Highness, it has been a long time since we have ridden so happily."
The north wind whistled in his ears, but the smile on his face grew deeper and deeper.
Xiao Jingzhou was originally a carefree and unrestrained man, but he shouldered the heavy responsibility of being the crown prince of a country, and had a set of rules for his food, clothing, housing and transportation.
He rode his horse like this, and even went to the battlefield to deliver food and fodder to the Zhenbei Army.
Now, counting the time, several years have passed.
After a night of travel, the sky gradually brightened.
Xiao Jingzhou tightened the reins and urged the horse to stop.
Lu Chen caught up and asked, "Your Highness, do you want to rest?"
Xiao Jingzhou said nothing, but took out his mobile phone, skillfully turned on the video, and took a video of the sun slowly rising.
Time passed slowly. Lu Chen felt anxious but didn't dare to interrupt. He could only droop his brows and look resentful.
He didn't know how long he waited before Xiao Jingzhou finally put away his phone.
Lu Chen was delighted: "Your Highness, are we going to hurry now?"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Jingzhou dismounted and threw the reins to Lu Chen.
Rest on the spot, feed the horse some feed, and give it some time to catch its breath.
Lu Chen was surprised: "Still need to rest?"
"Doesn't it mean that we have to wait until night to catch up with General Yang and his men?"
Seeing that Xiao Jingzhou was calm and unhurried, he could only do as he was told, not knowing what Xiao Jingzhou was up to.
The spy who had been following all the way saw Xiao Jingzhou holding a stone and seemed to be performing a ritual.
A spy said, "I will go back and report to General Weiwu that Prince Dajing knows the art of witchcraft, so we must be on guard!"
"You two stay here and don't lose them!"
“Yes!”
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