Seven days later, outside Shanhaiguan, King Di, who had stationed 300,000 troops and was preparing to join forces with Archigoli to knock on the gate, received such a letter from a flying eagle:

Please ask me Wang Ankang, God bless Dadi.

The army on the west route led by Prince Wuying met with an enemy to protect the city.

On the night of the 13th, the army broke through the barrier.

On the 14th, Kexuan Mansion.

On the 15th, they attacked the city of Baoan Prefecture. They encountered a wind dragon first, killing and wounding more than 4,000 people, then a hailstorm, killing and wounding more than 16,000 people, and a rainstorm, killing and wounding more than 20,000 people.

On the 16th, the army attacked again and encountered a thunderstorm. Ten thousand people were killed and wounded, and six thousand were missing.

On the 17th, Prince Wuying personally fired artillery to attack the city, exploding its barrels. Unfortunately, it ignited the gunpowder magazine, resulting in more than a thousand casualties. Prince Wuying lost one of his eyes.

On the 18th, Prince Wuying challenged the barbarian general Cao Wenzhao to a duel. His weapon suddenly broke and three of his fingers were severed. In another battle, Cao Wenzhao did not follow martial ethics and attacked the prince's crotch. The prince retreated while still being treated.

On the 19th, when the army returned to Xuanfu, it encountered a sandstorm and more than 4,000 people were missing. Cao Wenzhao followed and attacked, burning the supplies.

The army suffered heavy casualties a few days ago, and the food and fodder obtained by the Xuanfu was less than two days' needs. We sincerely request King Di to make a quick decision.

Signed: Lieutenant General Haofang.

After reading this, King Di was so angry that his hands were shaking and he said angrily: "Brother Aqi is incompetent!"

…

News of the extremely strange victory in the offensive and defensive battle of Baoan Prefecture reached the capital.

Originally cowering in Changping and not daring to step outside the city, Gao Qiqian's 4th battalion of 80,000 troops not only left the city, but also flew from Changping to the front line of Baoan Prefecture in two days. They also reported success and killed 500 prisoners of war.

I didn't know that Di Lu's head came here without even fighting this battle.

No matter what happened on the front line, one certain fact is that the Dilu army temporarily retreated.

The panic at the wharf has eased, and the ships are unloading the cargo and moving it.

The brothel hall is brightly lit all night, the flute is played and dances are danced.

Kuai Zui Liu has prepared his new storytelling again: "General Cao vs. Man-eating Maniac Brother Archi", the content is even better than last time.

Various shops also opened their doors to welcome customers, and the pier returned to its former bustle.

Among them, the steamed bun shop has the hottest business.

Every day when it gets dark, a man will come to the door and say with a grin: "Shop, how many steamed buns can I make tomorrow morning?"

If the store said two hundred, he would ask for two hundred.

If the store said four hundred, he would ask for four hundred.

In short, no matter how much the store can do, he wants it all.

And the next day, Meng Mengliang, he would come to pick up the steamed buns on time, he would do it quickly, and he would not bargain or give money on credit.

What's strange is that the people who come every day are different.

Sometimes he is a white-headed old man, sometimes he is an elegant scholar, sometimes he is a young girl, sometimes he is a dignified official.

At the same time, there was another incident that was making a lot of noise at the dock.

The abandoned Fish Temple to the north of the pier was suddenly transformed into the Qingniu Immortal Temple, and it is very efficacious, especially for those who want to eat.

There were homeless people who had no food and clothing. Just after asking for food in the temple, steamed buns fell from the sky on the way out.

There are not two such examples, but many.

As word spread, more and more refugees and beggars went to the Qingniu Immortal Temple.

The small temple, which was originally overgrown with weeds and almost collapsed, became popular in just three to five days.

…

The sunset sets in the west.

The last piece of steamed bun flew into the sky, crossed an arc several miles long, and hit a sleepy beggar in the corner.

Qin He clapped his hands and ended his busy day.

After hard work, my great merits and deeds finally started to pay off.

Thousands of steamed buns are thrown out every day, and thousands of merits are recovered.

After five or six days, I actually accumulated more than 20,000 merits.

Compared to Xianyun Temple, where you can reap the merits just by losing a plague pill, it is much more laborious, but this is a matter of method, there is room for improvement, and it is not important.

The important thing is that the reputation of Qingniu Immortal Temple has spread.

Driven by the homeless beggars, many people in the dock also began to go to the Immortal Temple to worship the gods, and there was quite a lot of content.

Qin He took out his magic notebook and sifted through them one by one to see if there was anything he could easily solve.

Immortals, you can't just give out steamed buns, that would be too monotonous. After ten days and a half, you might become a steamed bun immortal.

Doesn't sound good.

The most important thing is that the homeless beggars have nothing, and the merits have been taken away by themselves. What to do with the temple? It is about to collapse, and what to do with Laifu? It is almost starving to death.

Only when people worship it can the Qingniu Immortal Temple be truly prosperous.

The magical little notebook records the sincere prayers and wishes:

The first one is that Mrs. Liu in Lao'an Lane prays for the safety of her eldest son who is guarding the border.

Qin He shook his head. This method was confusing and difficult to operate.

Article 2: Uncle Qin at the entrance of the alley prayed for a continuation of the string.

Qin He still shook his head, he was worshiping the wrong temple.

Article 3: Butcher Zhang prays for the lost pig to be found.

It's too much trouble.

Article 4: Miao Yongde, the owner of the cattle shop, prays for good luck and fortune.

Too general.

Article 5: The daughter-in-law of the shopkeeper Wang of the tailor shop has not been pregnant for many years and is praying for the delivery of a child?

This is unethical to help.

Article 6: Grandma Huang’s son is weak and bedridden, praying for recovery and health.

This one is finally suitable.

After turning a corner, Qin He went to Grandma Huang's house.

Grandma Huang, who was all dressed in patches, was picking vegetables in the yard. She moved very slowly and carefully. Her rough hands were covered with calluses like scratches. There was a pile of green winter whites in front of her.

Around the house, even the small yard is full of vegetables, including winter whites, mallows, and radishes. There are rows of upside-down wooden boxes in the corners, with leeks and bean sprouts sticking out from the gaps.

The room was simple, with decoctions boiling on the stove, and a pale young man lying on the bed. There was also a simple bookshelf in the room, filled with books with rough edges.

A poor mother and son depend on each other for life.

This is the most ordinary and ordinary family in troubled times. It is already difficult to live in peace. Even a little disturbance is enough to cause this family to fall apart.

Qin He shook his head, took out a marrow-washing pill, pinched a little bit of the medicine skin from it, and fed it to the young man.

Visible to the naked eye, the young man's skin began to exude gray-white impurities, and his pale face began to have a trace of blood.

Done, call it a day.

…

Walking back while humming a song with his hands behind his back, he saw on the canal surface that a huge fleet of ships was dispersing and docking. Soldiers from the Five Cities Military and Horse Division were dispatched, clearing the docked ships of various Cao gangs, and were arranging a docking place for this fleet.

Countless laborers stepped on the bouncing crossbar and were busy unloading the goods at a fast pace, while the supervisors' whips crackled.

There was a battle on the front line. This was the arrival of grain and wages transported from the south. To the south of the pier, you could see as far as you could see.

Qin He was so light that he didn't know when he got used to this pier and fell in love with the smell of it.

Busy and busy, the world is full of dust, carrying the breath of all nine states in the world, spreading the accents from all over the world, including joys and sorrows, sufferings in the world, and endless stories.

However, Qin He's lightness did not last long. When he returned to the crematorium, he became part of the beings at the dock.

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Chapter completed!