The fox dies in Beishouqiu, and the same goes for people.
The local sentiment that flows in the blood of the Chinese people and is deeply rooted in the bone marrow can never be erased.
In a foreign country, even if it is just a letter, a message of peace, or some spiritual comfort, people are willing to give everything for it.
Now, this is an army belonging to Zhao Kuo!
"I have never seen someone gain the support of all the soldiers in such a short period of time." Tian Dan looked at the scene in shock.
He saw the shadow of a famous general in Zhao Kuo.
"Perhaps our Zhao State really has a chance to defeat Qin State." Lian Po clenched his fists and his eyes were bright.
Outside the main camp, long tables are arranged neatly, with brushes and ink placed on them. The left side is filled with bamboo slips or wooden slips, and the right side is empty for written letters.
Including Zhao Kuo, Lian Po, Tian Dan, and Le Yi, all the retainers of Ma Fujun's mansion, as well as the 106 soldiers who could write with great difficulty found in the army, sat at the long table and wrote non-stop.
Out of a total of 400,000 soldiers, only a hundred or so could write, and all of them were nobles and poor families. As for the common people in Guizhou, not one of them could.
I have to say that the literacy rate of people during the Warring States Period is really touching!
Zhao Kuo and others did not kneel at the table, but sat on the bench.
Kneeling is the most etiquette, but it is not good for writing and health.
Zhao Kuo could not change the entire Chinese etiquette, but he could still let the lieutenants sit on the bench and write letters.
Everyone was a little resistant at first, thinking that this kind of sitting posture was not in line with the etiquette. After a long time, they started to shout that it smells really good and that the commander is wise.
In the past, when they were sitting on their knees, they would feel numb and unbearable pain in their lower body within half an hour.
Now I'm sitting on the chair, half a day has passed, and I still don't feel anything strange.
The soldiers lined up patiently, with eager eyes in their eyes.
Except for the soldiers who were still on guard, almost everyone came.
Even if everyone knows that according to the current speed, they will definitely not be able to be scheduled today, everyone would rather wait here than return to the camp.
"What's your name?" Zhao Kuo looked at the thin soldier in front of him.
His clothes were extremely loose, almost reaching the ground, and they were very inconsistent with his figure. They were ripped off from the corpse of some Qin soldier or companion, and there were still unwashed blood stains on them.
"Come on...Commander, I...my name is Xiong Ying. My father wanted me to be as brave as the Eagle, so he gave me this name." Xiong Ying kept rubbing his hands in front of him, knotting them.
Baba said.
"Don't be afraid." Zhao Kuo said softly, for fear of scaring this soldier who was older than himself.
"Nuo...Nuo..." Xiongying's face turned red. He had never been so nervous before.
This is the first time in his life that he has had close contact with such an important official.
"Tell me what you want to write to your family." Zhao Kuo filled his pen with ink.
"Write...write...I don't know what to write..." The ink was almost dry, and the eagle didn't say anything.
"You can say anything." Zhao Kuo said.
"Then... just tell my mother-in-law that I miss her very much. I have a good life in the army and will be able to go back soon. Let her take good care of my mother and my baby."
"Well, it's written down, is there anything else?"
"Tell her to keep the door closed at all times. Our place is not peaceful. If something happens, she can go to the sister-in-law in the back row for help. The sister-in-law in the back row is smart, capable and not afraid of trouble. Well, also, when the crops are watered,
Don't fight with others, let us water after others have finished watering. Well, also, tell my mother-in-law that Mrs. Lin's family in Xitou owes our family a piece of cloth. If I die, remember to come back and make a new one for my child.
Clothes. If I hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have asked for them. Mrs. Lin’s husband died in the war a few years ago. It’s not easy for one person to raise two children. And…”
"Wait a minute." Zhao Kuo stopped him quickly: "The space on the bamboo slips is limited, so we need to keep the story short."
"Then...that's all." Xiongying opened his mouth and said with some disappointment.
"Well, that's it." Zhao Kuo simplified Xiong Ying's words and wrote them on the bamboo slips.
"Wait, come back." Zhao Kuo looked up and saw that the eagle turned around and walked away, so he quickly called back.
"Commander, is there anything else going on?" Xiongying asked in confusion.
Zhao Kuo looked at the eagle speechlessly: "Tell me your home address."
"Oh." Xiong Ying scratched his head in embarrassment, "In Maogou, Linjian Township, Wucheng County, my name is Xiong Ying, and my wife's name is Qiang."
"Well, okay, your wife should be able to receive your letter in one to two months." Zhao Kuo estimated the time.
"Thank you so much, Marshal, thank you so much, Marshal." The eagle kept bending down and saluting.
"Next."
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As the sun sets in the west, night gradually covers the earth, and the long queue has not become shorter at all. The soldiers who are eager for home are still here, looking expectantly at the scribes waiting in front to write to them.
"Light the lamp." Zhao Kuo moved his sore right hand and ordered.
Soon, an oil lamp was placed in front of each table.
The scribes were wailing in their hearts. They thought it would be over when it got dark, but they didn't expect to light up the lamps to write.
But both Zhao Kuo and Lian Po were still writing, and no one dared to say anything, so they could only continue to write letters.
Seeing this, the soldiers at the back silently turned around and returned to the military camp.
"Next."
I don’t know how long time passed, Zhao Kuo subconsciously said this sentence, but no one responded.
When I looked up, there was no one in front of me, only the stars twinkling in the sky, casting wisps of clear light, and the heaven and earth were gorgeous.
"Liu Ping, Ben and I will sort out these letters according to regions and load them into trucks respectively. The others should go back and rest first," Zhao Kuo said.
Tomorrow morning, the vehicle transporting supplies will rush back to Handan, and these letters must be loaded on the vehicle in advance.
"Commander, let's pretend together." Regardless of whether Zhao Kuotong agreed or not, the soldiers and retainers began to sort out their respective letters.
The soldiers who had not yet left also joined in and loaded the sorted letters into the trucks according to the instructions of their literate companions.
They were extremely careful, fearing that the writing on it would be imprinted.
After being busy until midnight, everyone finally sorted out all the letters and loaded them into the car, with happy smiles on their faces.
"Master, in fact, we can each have several people responsible for the family letters of a county or a county. In this way, we don't have to organize them after they are written, and can just load them into the truck." Liu Ping said.
"Such a good idea was not announced earlier, which made so many of us tired for so long. We should be punished. I will leave it to you to load the car tomorrow." Zhao Kuo pretended to be angry and yelled.
Everyone also said in unison that he deserved to be punished, and then burst into laughter.
Tian Dan looked at the group of soldiers with a faint smile on his lips.
When we first defended Jimo, the people and soldiers of Qi State were also united.
In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed...