"I know you care about my health, but with so many things going on recently, how can I rest early? Don't worry, it will be fine. When Yunli and Fobiao win the battle, I will take a good rest for a while. That's all right.
"As he spoke, a bit of coldness fell on Yinzhen's face. When he looked up, he saw small snowflakes hovering in the air and falling.
Ling Ruoyi saw the snowflakes dancing in the sky and said with emotion: "It's only November and it's snowing. It seems like this winter won't be too easy." When she said this, she remembered something and said nervously: "Your Majesty,
Have the armies in both places prepared enough cotton-padded clothes? They are both located in bitterly cold places, and I'm afraid it will be even colder than ours."
Yinzhen said with a solemn expression: "The cotton-padded clothes were distributed early, but the quantity was not enough. Almost half of them were missing. The Ministry of War has people rushing to make them, but it will take at least until next month to finish them all."
"Next month..." Ling Ruo murmured and repeated, then shook his head and said: "Next month, we will finish the production and then send it out. When it is really delivered to the soldiers, I'm afraid it will be January. By that time
Many soldiers will freeze to death."
Yinzhen nodded and said: "There is nothing we can do about it. The Ministry of War has used all available resources to rush the production day and night, but after all, the manpower is limited. After all, no one expected that there would be two battles in one fight, and they were still in
It started under such hasty circumstances.”
Ling Ruo also understood the difficulties of the Ministry of War. To deal with two such big battles at one time was simply overloaded. She really couldn't say anything else. After thinking for a moment, she said: "Your Majesty, why don't you ask the palace chief to help the Ministry of War?"
We can sew cotton-padded clothes together, and my concubines can also help. Now, apart from accompanying the emperor to review the papers and taking care of Jia Rou, I have nothing to do."
Yinzhen flatly refused and said: "No, sewing cotton clothes is very hard. You have to sit for a whole day. How can you bear it? But the palace tailoring work is okay. I will order them to go to the Ministry of War later."
"
Ling Ruo said softly: "It's just sitting here and picking up needle and thread. How hard can it be?" Seeing that Yinzhen was about to speak, she said: "Your Majesty, can you please listen to what I have to say first?"
After Yinzhen motioned for her to continue, Ling Ruo said: "These two battles are not just a battle for the emperor or the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, they are a battle for all the people of the Qing Dynasty. If you win, the world will be peaceful from now on; if you lose,
Well, maybe there is no Qing Dynasty in this world. I am a citizen of the Qing Dynasty. I should do my best for the Qing Dynasty. Please accept your permission from the emperor.
." When she said the last sentence, she knelt down. Before her knees reached the ground, a pair of warm hands held her, "You have already said this, what reason do I have for not allowing it? Okay,
That’s all I promise you. In addition, use whatever the palace people can use. If you finish making these winter coats as soon as possible, one less person will freeze to death."
"I understand, I will make arrangements." The matter was settled. The next day, all the palace tailoring went to the Ministry of War for help. In addition, the Ministry of War also sent some fabrics and cotton for sewing winter clothes to the palace.
Ling Ruo asked Yang Hai to take part of it and send it to Xin Zheku for their palace servants to sew, and send some to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, asking Qian Moduo to arrange for the palace servants who had less time to do work, and she would do the rest herself.
Sewing with several palace men.
Since Mrs. Liu went to Xinzheku, her hands have been soaked in cold water every day. It's better in summer, it's just hard work, but in winter, it becomes a kind of torture. Every time she washes,
, her hands were numb, and it was difficult to even move. But as soon as the supervisor saw her stop washing, he whipped her without any explanation, and she couldn't resist, otherwise
She would suffer even more, so she could only grit her teeth and continue scrubbing her clothes with her two frozen hands. Now, her hands were already covered with frostbite, and she did not dare to put her hands under the quilt when she slept at night, otherwise she would get hot
They were so itchy that they wanted to chop off their hands. Haitang was the same as her. The only thing that supported them was the hope of leaving here alive.
On this day, she and Haitang finished washing all their clothes and were about to go to bed while stroking their stiff waists that had been stiff all day. With a straight face, Granny Song threw a lot of materials and cotton in front of them, "From now on
From now on, in addition to washing clothes, you must also sew these winter clothes for the expedition soldiers, and you will not be allowed to sleep until they are finished."
After a moment of silence, a person whispered: "Mommy, we only have two or three hours to sleep a day. If we sew these winter clothes, we won't even have time to sleep, and... this is not our job.
"
Mother Song didn't say anything, she just glanced at the supervisor holding the whip. The latter nodded knowingly, then walked to the person who just spoke, swung the whip and whipped the person standing next to her hard.
Everyone hid as far away as possible for fear of being contaminated. Although the person quickly cried out for mercy, the whip continued one after another until she was on the verge of death.
Nanny Song glanced at the silent palace servants and said in a cold voice: "This is Xinzheku, not a place where you can bargain. I am not discussing with you either. Do you understand me clearly?"
The palace servants responded in a low voice, and no one dared to say no again. Just when Grandma Song was about to leave, a weak voice suddenly came from behind her, "Mammy, sew winter clothes for the soldiers. It should be
Why should we do the Ministry of War matters?"
Nanny Song turned around and saw a face of panic and fear, her whole body was trembling. She recognized this face as that of Haitang, who was demoted to Xinzheku along with the Liu family.
Haitang was very afraid of this Aunt Song. When she saw her looking over, her legs were shaking. Those words she just wanted to ask were not what she wanted to ask at all, but what Liu forced her to ask. She hoped that Aunt Song would not treat that person the same way.
Otherwise, she would have lost half her life.
Haitang didn't find out what she was worried about. After taking a look, Sister Song said: "Others must have the same question in their hearts, that's all, I'll tell you. There is a war on the front line now, the weather is cold, and the Ministry of War can't catch up with winter clothes.
, you must know that many people may freeze to death if they are one day late. When Concubine Xi knew about it, she felt pity for the soldiers, so she asked the palace to help her rush to get winter clothes. This can be regarded as a meritorious deed. You all should move faster.
Got it?"
In fact, Ling Ruo asked her to reduce some of the hard work of the Xinzheku palace people during this period and take time to sew cotton clothes. However, Nanny Song wanted to show off more in front of Ling Ruo, so naturally she squeezed them to death, left and right.
It is completely normal for Xin Zheku to die.
Mrs. Niu Hulu...it's her again! Mrs. Liu clenched her frostbite-covered hands with hatred. Not only did she bring herself to be demoted to Xin Zheku, but now she is doing these things, she clearly wants her.
Death, and she can take advantage of this opportunity to gain a good reputation, damn it!