It doesn't matter whether you heard the meaning correctly or not. This incident was not because of Han Xu, so not long after, dozens of covered vehicles escorted by heavy troops set off from Jiannan Road.
The vehicles passed through Shannan specifically for Han Xu to see in person, and Han Xu was not polite as he opened them one by one to inspect them.
The matter is of great importance, and as the associate director of Jiannan Road, he has this qualification.
As the layers of cover were lifted, Zhang An and Wang Lin, who were standing in the distance and watching, looked more and more shocked. They all knew that there was money in Jiannan Road, but this was the first time they saw what it means to be rich.
This cart contains gold, silver, salt and even iron.
"Han Xu is so cruel, he asked Jiannan Dao for so many things." Zhang An said in a low voice.
Wang Lin frowned: "Jiannan Road actually gave it to him. This is a bribe to Han Xu."
Zhang An laughed: "Bribery is nothing. This is clearly a temptation. Seeing that Jiannan Road is so rich, Han Xu wants to catch it in his own hands. Who would be bribed by a child?"
When a child's wealth is exposed, more people will want to rob it. Everyone in the country knows this. Wang Linsong said in a relaxed tone. He was not only surprised but also a bit intoxicated when he looked at the carts of goods. Waiting for them and Han Xu to get it together
Jiannan Road, how to divide this money well?
After Han Xu saw the last car, the screen was pulled up again, and he nodded.
Li Mingyu said happily: "Master Han, send these first. If they are not enough, we will prepare them later."
Han Xu said: "On behalf of Madam Chu, thank you in advance. I wrote a letter explaining the support from Jiannan Road, but I won't go there yet."
Probably when he heard the last sentence, the child in front of him stopped smiling.
"It should be, it should be." He held Han Xu's hand, "It's my honor to be able to help Mrs. Chu and Mr. Han. I also wrote a letter to Mrs. Chu, asking Mrs. Chu to forgive us for asking for this.
Please do your best first, Mr. Han."
Han Xu smiled and said nothing. The people in Jiannan Road understood what he said.
His relationship with Mrs. Wu is unusual, so if you want to touch him, you must consider Mrs. Wu.
Han Xu was very satisfied with the current situation. Mrs. Wu was appointed to be in charge of Huainan Road, so she had the strength to compete with Jiannan Road. The two sides were evenly matched, so he could make them fear each other so that he could act on his own.
In today's troubled times, we can rely on our own strength to fight. As for reputation, we can occasionally be casual about these details.
Han Xu turned around and saw Zhang An and Wang Lin standing behind the soldiers and horses in the distance. They also saw him and saluted him enthusiastically, showing a strange smile.
For example, first use Jiannan Road to defeat these two forces!
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A letter was held in someone's hand and shined against the sun, but all that could be seen on the cover were the words "Mrs. Chu's signature to Han Xu" on the cover.
"Old manager," the man driving the car turned around and said, "You want to peek at the letter again!"
The person holding the letter was a man in his late fifties. He was wearing a military uniform that was old and had a thick white beard. He was responsible for escorting baggage in the army and followed Li Fengan from Shuofang to Jiannan Road for almost two weeks.
For ten years, the baggage that has passed through his hands has always been on time and accurately measured. Everyone jokingly called him the old steward of the goods, and over time they have forgotten his real name.
The old man held the letter and lay on the roof of the car, swaying with the car, but still as solid as a rock: "Why doesn't Xiao Guihua let us read the letter from the official Han Xu to the eldest lady? How can we safely hand it over to the eldest lady if we don't read it?"
Miss? Why does she trust that Han Xu so much?"
The man driving the carriage laughed: "Han Xu is good-looking! Gui Hua is also a woman, and women all like good-looking ones."
The old man curled his lips and was about to say something. A whistle came from the front. His gray beard drooped and his eyes narrowed as sharply as an eagle: "Someone with no eyesight is here to die, so fight!"
The convoy driving on the road began to change its formation, with a phalanx of cars and a circle of people rolling forward.
Horse hooves vibrated in front, and figures rolled in, like dark clouds approaching over the city.
Dozens of vehicles passed through the mountains and passed through the city. They passed through places where the Great Xia Guards and rebels were occupying areas. In the past, such scenes were not uncommon in prosperous times, but in troubled times, they were very eye-catching. Although there were heavy guards, the mountains
If the thieves dare not intrude, the rebels will inevitably give it a try.
The baggage army attaches great importance to baggage and never participates in killing bandits and suppressing rebellions. If it can be circumvented, it will be circumvented. If it can be avoided, it will be avoided. If it cannot be circumvented, it will still dare to fight.
A fight broke out in the wilderness.
In the convoy arranged in a square formation, the horses and carts were unloaded, and the grooms held the reins in one hand and weapons in the other. They could mount their horses and kill the enemy at just one command.
There was only one soldier guarding the car full of goods. He was hiding like a frightened bird in his large and thick military robe. The big knife in his arms blocked his face, and his body was trembling slightly with the sound of fighting.
Death is always scary, especially to young people.
After a violent storm, the dark clouds dispersed in all directions, leaving dead bodies and injured people everywhere.
The rebels had fled, and the troops were cleaning the battlefield, checking on the dead and rescuing the injured. There were cries and screams of pain, and shouts could be heard from time to time.
"Small bowl!"
"Small bowl!"
Following the shouting, the little bird that was originally huddled on the carriage rushed out of the nest, carrying a large medical box in its hand, stumbling and running along with the shouting.
Sometimes he knelt down in front of a wounded soldier who had cut half of his neck and was bleeding profusely. He washed the wound with water with one hand and used a needle to thread the wound with his other hand. The wounded soldier's half-broken neck was sewn up.
From time to time, he stood in front of a wounded soldier whose intestines were punctured, poured a sip of water and sprayed it on the wounded soldier's face. The wounded soldier was clever and rolled back his exposed intestines.
At one moment he bound the severed limbs, at another he applied medicine and sprinkled powder on them, and at another he removed the broken bones from the flesh and blood with his hands.
Most of the time, he was threading needles, big and small needles, gold and silver threads, hemp ropes, mulberry and white leather threads, constantly flying in his hands. Wounded soldiers were treated one after another until the daylight faded.
The little bird stopped tiredly.
"Small bowl, thank you." A soldier handed him a jug of wine, "Let's take a sip of wine to refresh ourselves."
The old manager reached out and took it from the side and kicked the soldier: "Go and see if the place for the wounded soldiers has been found. What are you drinking, kid?"
He raised his head and took a sip of the wine, then looked down at the small bowl with a loving smile on his face.
"Xiaowan, you are much more powerful than I thought. Mr. Dongshan said that you could become a doctor by following us. I really didn't believe it at first."
Xiao Wan is a lot taller than before, but he is still skinny. I don't know whether it is because the food in Jiannan Road can't make him fat or because the life in Jiannan Road is too hard. He is thinner and darker, but he is still shy.
"I'm not as good as my father in healing his wounds." He lowered his head and held the large and small needles in his hands. The needles were threaded with different threads and fluttered gently in the wind like colorful wings under the afterglow of the setting sun. "I can only
Stitches, that's useless."
His father, an old guard who had been in the army for twenty years and was used to seeing life and death and all kinds of injuries, still shuddered when he thought of this man.
"Mr. Lie, I still think you are better." He said.
His father's name was Ji Liang, but he was given the title of "Mr. Hunter" among the soldiers and horses of Jiannan Road, because Ji Liang saw these soldiers like hunters who saw their prey, and he treated them as cruelly as the prey, and he treated them at every turn.
The disembowelment was disemboweled and the bones were cut with a drill... The flesh and blood were so bloody that it was terrifying.
"No, my father treats the patient from the inside to the skin, and repairs the foundation of the injured person." Xiaowan explained, "I am a useless superficial person."
He lowered his head and looked at the needle and thread in his hand. He had been practicing stitches day and night without sleep for nearly two years, and finally he was able to use the finest needle and thread to sew the scar without leaving any trace.
What soldiers and generals on the battlefield need is to survive and keep fighting. Good looks and ugly appearance are the most insignificant things.
"You can save half your life without bleeding." The old man smiled and patted the head of the small bowl and drank the wine bottle in one gulp. "Children, the dead are buried on the spot, the injured are recuperated on the spot, and the rest
The person continues on his way."
Along with his loud voice, there were countless responses, horses neighing, and vehicles sparkling.
Xiao Wan also took a deep breath and put the needle and thread in his hand back into the medical kit. His skill was an insignificant thing, but it was useful for Miss Li's disfigured and scarred face.
After he has done this, he can learn real and better skills in saving people.
With such expectations and excitement, Xiaowan passed through the battles of the rebel bandits and finally arrived at Guangzhou Prefecture.
But what happened? He was taken alone to the inner house, and was watched by several boys and girls about his age, and then a fairy with white face, black hair and eyes like stars came out.
"Little bowl? Why are you here too?" the fairy asked.
Xiaowan raised her head and widened her eyes. Who is she? Why does she speak like Miss Li?