Zhou Guangyu asked about the lives of the soldiers in Hezhou, Jiazhou, the joy and pain in the military newspapers, and the little-known perseverance and tenderness.

Chen Cheng said it clearly, and Zhou Guangyu was also impressed by the hearing. The battlefields mentioned by these generals and officials were different from those mentioned by Western Xinjiang and the ones mentioned by their fathers. Zhou Guangyu could feel some life that was different from their family and country, and passionate, and a trace of calm and habitual life.

Zhou Guangyu looked at these busy soldiers and touched the sachet hanging around his waist.

A soldier came in to ask Chen Cheng for instructions and said that the first batch of facial scarves had been prepared and they were only sent to Hezhou. Since we were going to distribute mugwort to avoid poison today, can we divide them together while they were divided?

Chen Cheng responded and asked someone to move everything in.

Zhou Guangyu looked at the mugwort on the ground that no longer flowed out of water, and asked Chen Cheng as if he remembered something: "Chen Zongjun, do you think these things that have not rotted after being soaked in water. Do the herbs and medicines still have any effect?"

Chen Cheng didn't know what Zhou Guangyu was going to do, so he walked closer and looked at it, and smelled it again, saying, "Go back to Your Highness, these things look good at this time, but they can't be used as dry ones, soaking in water for only one or two days. It's just a matter of ordinary water."

Zhou Guangyu nodded, "You ask the official Zhou Liang to find some big pots, pour the soaked ones in and boil them. Throw the already prepared facial towels in and soak them for a while. It should be more effective than ordinary facial towels when facing those smoke and poisonous gas. It is really boring to boil the facial towels with dozens of bags of mugwort leaves on weekdays, but now they are thrown away, so it is better to give them some use."

Chen Cheng left in response, and Xu Yang lifted the curtain at this time.

He changed his clean clothes and wanted to go to the Central Army tent. When he saw King Zheng going to report his life, he thought that Zhou Guangyu should have come back soon, so he wanted to go back and wait, but before he could wait, he went around and came back again. He heard Zhou Guangyu telling Chen Cheng to ask for the pot.

Xu Yang praised him after giving a tribute, "It's better that the master has a way to do everything he wants. It's better for the soldiers to have more guarantees."

Zhou Guangyu said, "For the sake of Minhe, I gave me those few feet of cloth. I remember that it was stained with herbs. It was better to mention it than throw it away in vain, so that the transported guards were in vain."

Xu Yang was naturally the best at his master, and he was quick and kind. He glanced at the tent and said that these mugwort buns were stacked separately. If they were all stacked together, the dry ones would become wet.

After hearing Xu Yang's words, Zhou Guangyu suddenly felt happy and thoughtful. He knew where he felt strange just now.

After unloading the cart, the hemp bags should be transported into the tent. Generally speaking, they should be stacked separately according to the degree of dryness and wetness. Even if some are wet, they should be in a wet place. However, when I first came in, I basically put them in a mixed dryness and wetness, which will only increase the amount of damage.

When he first passed by this small camp, Chen Cheng dispatched and directed outside, clearly saying that he was careful and open.

But just when the damage was determined, many people were drained from the pile of dry scattered buns. The scattered buns were dry and wet even had different colors. Zhou Guangyu didn't believe that these experienced soldiers would not know.

Zhou Guangyu was a little angry for a moment. He couldn't figure out what the benefits of deliberately mingling together was that he didn't know. He glared at the door angrily and pretended that nothing happened.

Chen Cheng came back soon, and followed around him. He bowed to the end, "I have seen the Seventh Prince around you. Your Highness, your highness, is really good to boil this scarf with mugwort soup. I beg you to soak the clothes that the soldiers changed in the past two days together."

Zhou Guangyu nodded in agreement and said, "I have to ask the military doctor if it really has a defensive effect."

The surrounding area thanked first, and found a few kids to move the macaques away. Then he asked again: "Your Highness, the soldiers will take turns to bathe tonight all day tomorrow. Can they also divide the migrant leaves that are not very useful and let the soldiers of each battalion use it."

Zhou Guangyu nodded and agreed. He also praised the thoughtfulness of the surroundings. They just had to discuss how to cook them themselves, so they would definitely not let them get into trouble.

The surroundings agreed and carried away the water-filled scoops.

Originally, these mugwort leaves were really distributed, whether they were bathed or soaked, and naturally they used them whatever they wanted. However, the border mugwort was precious, so it must be considered that it was made of Medicine Baoxiang Pills for a long time, and how many people were willing to use them for bathing.

Now that these things are corrupted if they are not used up immediately, they are willing to consume them immediately.

Zhou Guangyu saw the losses and was considered to have been dealt with, leaving Chen Cheng here and left.

After leaving the tent, Xu Yang felt a little reluctant to speak, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but say it: "Master, look at it, the Zhouliang official had a way to deal with these losses from the beginning. Whether it was bathing or boiling, the things seemed to be immediately responding, and there was no hesitation when preparing them. But why didn't he say it?"

"Yes." Zhou Guangyu sighed, and did not say it further, nor did he think deeply. He didn't think deeply about this matter, and he seemed to be a little afraid to think deeply about it.

Since I set up the camp four days ago, I have reported on mugwort. I don’t understand these tricks, but I have been a grain official who has been around for decades, so there is no reason not to understand these.

Even if you collect from Beijing, how much will you collect along the way, the methods that the guards will think of, whether the occasional shower will affect, whether it will be damaged, and what to do if it is damaged, no matter how others don’t know, the surroundings will be clear.

He must be thoughtful and cautious when he was given a surname by his father. How could he not have any plans? The previous report seemed to be caught off guard because he had never taken over these. He even had to be careful when he was stacked and distributed. Even Xu Yang could see such trivial matters at a glance, but the soldiers pretended to work hard, and finally looked incompetent on the snow.

Why? Zhou Guangyu can't figure it out.

Zhou Guangyu has some contradictions.

Zhou Guangyu reported these things to Emperor Shunzheng. Of course, he did not mention any of his guesses and doubts. He unexpectedly received a lot of praise, and he also heard some words similar to those who would plan for the robe, benevolence and righteousness, and thoughtful and kind.

Zhou Guangyu had something hidden in his heart, and smiled innocently and reluctantly. After saying a few words about the teachings of his father and the emperor, he then surrendered.

Zhou Guangyu felt a little depressed.

It seems that everyone is very good, they are friendly, sure, optimistic about this moment, and encourage themselves. But Zhou Guangyu had doubts in his heart, and always felt that no one seemed to be sincere on the surface.

Whether it is targeting yourself or your mother or even if you really make a fuss about this, even if you just ask, you will be your relationship with the third prince.

Who is it and why.

Zhou Guangyu was as if he was stealing an axe, and everyone felt that there was a layer of gauze between them.

Zhou Guangyu returned to the camp and looked at the documents randomly. He missed Jingyang's younger brother, mother, and Gu Xiying who never plotted against him.
Chapter completed!