Yelu Qingge didn't have time to listen to Temur's tearful expressions of regret.
He was troubled by the price of food in the North, and he was troubled by the way the sergeants frequently harassed local women in the garrison and sought excitement. After sending Temur away, he asked Agula: "What is the current military comfort station in the city outside the military camp?"
How many military prostitutes are there?”
Agula was stunned for a moment, then roughly came up with a number and replied: "There are more than a hundred people."
"Well... there are too few!" It is precisely because there are too few military prostitutes in the military comfort station to meet the needs of the sergeants who take turns to vent their lust, so the energetic soldiers will use force to find them everywhere.
Huan, ruin the daughter of a local herdsman...
"Can't we recruit more military prostitutes?" Yelu Qingge asked. He felt that the only way to solve the problem at the source was to expand the number of military prostitutes and let them take turns serving the sergeants in need, so as to prevent the situation from disturbing the people.
Agula said in embarrassment: "General, who is the daughter of a good family who is willing to do this? Even if there are girls from the brothels in Huahongliu Lane who are willing to come, the pay is too low and they have not been recruited even after several recruitments!"
"Agula!" Yelu Qingge stood up holding the huge black document.
"The end is here!"
"Come with me to the stables!" His injured right leg made it difficult to walk, but he ignored Agula's dissuasion and rode the God of Thunder straight to Sima Camp.
At noon, the hot sun was shining, and the temperature in the stables was five to six degrees higher than the temperature outside.
Mei Liangchen, dripping with sweat, walked into the dilapidated stable with soup noodles and two pancakes that could be seen clearly on the bottom. "Old Butler! The rice is here!" She put down the bowl and chopsticks, stepped forward cautiously, helped up the bandages and wrapped them into white rice dumplings.
old man.
Battle opened his swollen eyes, his cloudy eyes moved, and hissed: "You eat first, Baiyin brought me two white steamed buns and hid them in the cloth bag at my feet!"
Mei Liangchen blinked his dark eyelashes and said with a smile: "Why don't you hide it in your shoes? That way, others won't be able to find it!"
"Hey...hehe...hiss..." Battle covered his face and frowned in pain...
"Okay, let me feed you! Look, what surprise I brought you!" She picked up the pottery bowl as if it were a treasure, pulled it all the way with chopsticks, and flipped it over, revealing a yellow and white poached egg.
come out.
"Eggs!" Battelle didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten eggs. He leaned over in surprise, stared at the eggs in the bowl again and again, and finally cautiously grabbed Mei Liangchen's arm and asked, "Did you steal them?
!" In the entire Sima Camp, the only person who can eat eggs every day is Mr. Qian. This Mein must have stolen Mr. Qian's eggs and given them to him.
Mei Liangchen shook his head with a smile, "No, Uncle Battle, you guessed wrong!"
"Then you..." Battle didn't believe it.
Mei Liangchen pointed to the sergeants squatting together eating noodles outside and said: "They want to repay us, so the cook specially prepared poached eggs for you! He said, we are the benefactors of Sima Camp. Without us, they are still suffering.
Being oppressed by the villain in a daze!"
Battle stared blankly at the people outside, then looked at the ponyboy's sincere face, and couldn't help but feel a little excited, "Is it true? Didn't you steal it?"
"Of course not, feel free to eat it! Come on, open your mouth!" She pushed the tender egg to the edge of the bowl, close to Battle's trembling lips.
Barter shook his head hesitantly and said: "I won't eat, you eat! You look so thin, the breeze on the grassland can blow you away!"
"Giggle..." She smiled exaggeratedly. "How is that possible, Uncle Battle!"
Buter refused to monopolize it. He insisted on watching Mei Liangchen eat half of the eggs, then he took the bowl and started to eat voraciously. Each person had one white steamed bun, and Mei Liangchen chewed it in his mouth, feeling that the taste was particularly sweet.
Everything before my eyes still seemed like a dream.
When she woke up, Yelu Qingge not only had a conscience to allow her to return to the stables, but also allowed her to go in and out between the inner city and the outer city of the military camp at will. When she saw the living old man Battle in the stable, she almost jumped with excitement.
Get up. Yelu Qingge did not break his promise, he kept his promise to her. After calming down, her heart was filled with complicated and difficult to distinguish emotions. She was both afraid and grateful for Yelu Qingge's sudden change in attitude, fearing that he would do it again
The behavior hurt her, but at the same time she was grateful that he saved her dearest person...
Conflicting and complex emotions tortured her nerves all the time. But she still felt very happy. No matter how many bad things he had done before, he gave her freedom back, didn't he?
"Ee-er...Ee-er..." The familiar horse neighed, startling the boy with bulging cheeks.
Battle's expression changed, and then, in the courtyard that suddenly became silent outside, Agula's shouts rang out. "What are you looking at! Let me continue to eat!"
A flurry of footsteps sounded outside the stable. Before Mei Liangchen could hide behind Old Man Battle, a huge shadow enveloped the entrance to the stable.
The sun was gone, and immediately, the heat in the shed also dissipated a lot.
Mei Liangchen stared blankly at the sudden appearance of Yelu Qingge, and suddenly..."Sneeze..." The buns stuffed in his mouth immediately turned into particles all over the sky, flying towards Battelle's shocked face.
Xiang Yelu Qingge's noble and gorgeous shirt... Of course, the unlucky Agula was inevitably affected...
"Ah... I'm sorry... I'm sorry!" Mei Liangchen covered his mouth and backed away in shock, trying to hide himself in the stable where he couldn't see beyond the horizon...
God, let her clean up horse manure! God, let her wash his robes...
Oh, please, God, please don't let him look at her with such strange eyes again!
"Sir..." Battelle was the first to come to his senses. He didn't bother to wipe his face, and struggled to get down from the meadow, kowtow and salute.
His arms were held by a pair of big bronze palms, "No need to be polite!"