Liu Zi brought other things with him this time.
He Youyou was dumbfounded as she watched the servants struggling to unload a pile of stones from the carriage.
"What are these things?" He Youyou asked.
"Oh, this is for the young master." Liu Zi picked up one of them. "Look, this is a stone lock, and that is a stone weight. They are used to train strength in the military camp. Those who take the martial arts exam also use these from a young age. The young master can't draw a hard bow because he's not strong enough. If he practices every day, he'll naturally gain strength."
After hearing his explanation, He Youyou finally understood.
So this is ancient fitness equipment.
Modern people lift weights, while ancient people lifted stones.
This stone lock looks just like a kettlebell from a modern gym.
The stone weight is like a barbell.
Liu Zi then took out a bow and a quiver of arrows from behind his back.
"Last time, the bows and arrows we brothers brought were all hard bows with a draw weight of over 10, which were not suitable for the young master. We searched the camp but couldn't find any light ones. This is a light bow with a draw weight of 3, which the master personally ordered the craftsmen to make. It's just right."
"Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Zhao."
He Youyou was truly at a loss for words to say about Zhao Changqing's dedication.
Although she had treated him well and provided him with good food and drink during his two-week stay, she had not mistreated him.
But even though they were busy fighting, they still found the time to send her things, which made her feel really bad...
well.
He Youyou took out the last bottle of white medicine from her space and solemnly handed it to Liu Zi.
"Give this medicine to Young Master Zhao. In battle, injuries are inevitable, and this is for stopping bleeding. This is the only bottle; there are no more. Don't lose it."
When Liu Zi was with the Han family, he personally witnessed the miraculous effects of this medicine on Xiao Wu.
They immediately took it and held it in their hands as if it were a precious treasure.
He took out his handkerchief, wrapped it layer upon layer, making sure it was completely covered, and carefully tucked it into his bosom.
He didn't forget to pat it with his hand: "Don't worry, I'll definitely bring this medicine to you, sir."
Seeing that he was being careful, He Youyou didn't say anything more.
They arranged for Liu Zi to stay overnight and treated him to a feast of fish and meat.
Then he summoned Han Wenzheng and asked him to write a letter to Zhao Changqing.
The main purpose was to express gratitude for the gifts he sent; the rest was left to Ahri to handle as she pleased.
In the Youbei Camp.
The cold night seeped into my clothes.
Zhao Changqing lay on the couch, wrapped in his robes, reading official documents.
He suddenly sat up and called out towards the outside of the tent, "Zuo Ming! Zuo Ming!"
The left guard had sharp ears and, upon hearing his call, immediately entered the tent to receive orders.
When Zhao Changqing saw him enter, he sat up straight and tightened his fur coat: "Why haven't we received any letters from Jizhou these past few days? Have the messengers been lazy and forgotten to deliver them?"
The left guard said helplessly, "Sir, how could that be? How dare those soldiers not deliver your message? Perhaps they really have no message to deliver these days."
Nothing to report?
It wasn't like this before.
He still remembered that before the Lunar New Year, the housekeeper would send a note every one or two days.
How did we have anything to report back then?
What were they saying again?
Zhao Changqing recalled carefully...
I remember now, those notes all seemed to be complaints.
They said He Youyou's actions were inappropriate, and that wouldn't work.
What, you haven't complained for the past two weeks?
Tell me what outrageous things she's done at home.
Reading these official documents every day is incredibly boring.
Listening to her absurd stories occasionally can be a good way to relax.
"Zuo Ming, do you think... it might be because the weather is too cold for the carrier pigeons to fly over?" Zhao Changqing frowned, speculating on this possibility.
Zuo Ming: "...Surely not, sir. I've never heard of carrier pigeons being afraid of the cold. This place isn't like the northern frontier or the area beyond the Great Wall. It's not so cold that even carrier pigeons can't fly here."
"No?"
Zhao Changqing pushed aside the quilt and stood up from the bed.
He paced back and forth inside the tent.
“It’s snowing heavily again today, carrier pigeons are still not reliable enough.” He suddenly stopped and turned to Zuo Ming. “Go and get a few falcons. From now on, we won’t need carrier pigeons. Let Jizhou use falcons to deliver messages.”
“…Okay.” Zuo Ming accepted the order and went out to find the messenger to get the falcon.
As I came out of the tent, I had only walked a dozen steps when I saw a burly man coming towards me.
He was unshaven and looked travel-worn.
Covered in snow.
"Liu Zi?!" Zuo Ming called out his name.
The burly man who arrived was none other than Liu Zi.
Liu Zi had just finished his errand of delivering goods to Jizhou and arrived at the camp today. He came to the main tent to report back without stopping.
"Left Guard".
"You just came back from Jizhou?" Zuo Mingtian stood guard in front of Zhao Changqing every day, so he naturally knew that Liu Zi had been sent to Jizhou.
"Yes," Liu Zi nodded. "I just got back, and I didn't dare to delay for a moment. I quickly came over to hand over the things they gave me to Master."
Zuo Ming excitedly grabbed him: "Liu Zi, is there any news?"
"A letter?" Liu Zi scratched his head. "Oh, there is indeed a letter."
Zuo Ming was overjoyed. He didn't care about the eagles anymore and hurriedly pulled Liu Zi towards the military tent.
"Hey... Guard Left, don't pull me... It's only a few steps, is it really necessary to run?"
Zhao Changqing was in his tent when he heard the sounds of two people pulling and tugging at each other, along with their disordered footsteps, from afar.
Before long, the two arrived at the tent entrance.
Before Zuo Ming even stepped inside, his voice preceded him: "Master, it's a letter! There's a letter! From Jizhou! Bringn by Liu Zi!"
Zhao Changqing felt a little embarrassed.
He clenched one hand into a fist, put it to his mouth, and cleared his throat.
"If there's news, then there's news. Why are you getting so excited? It's not like it's some urgent military intelligence."
Left Guard heartbroken: Master, that's not what you said just now... Where did that look of longing and anticipation go?
Liu Zi struggled to break free from the left guard's grasp: "That's right, look at you, you've been the master's guard for so many years, why are you so easily startled? You're not as composed as me!"
The left guard was stabbed in the heart again.
Hey, you're not very steady, are you? Let me show you how steady I am.
He smiled and said to Liu Zi, "Oh dear, it was my fault, brother. It's nothing serious, why the rush? Since Master has said so, Brother Liu, go and warm yourself by the fire, get some fresh air. Once you're warm, we can sit down and chat slowly!"
He emphasized the last three words of those words.
"Yes—that's exactly right."
As Liu Zi spoke, he patted the snowflakes and cold air off his body, took two steps forward, and squatted down next to the charcoal brazier.
First, stretch out both arms over the charcoal brazier to inhale the heat, while rubbing your hands together.
He rubbed his hands together and muttered to himself.
"Oh dear... this heavy snow, I wonder when it will end... February is never this cold in previous years? To be honest, this snow disaster in the border region is really going to be tough for them, no wonder they often come to loot our food..."
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