SWDnovel Chapter 173 Merit Set Sail
Chapter 173 Merit Set Sail
Seven days later, outside Shanhaiguan, Di Wang, who had stationed 300,000 soldiers and was about to join forces with Aqigoli, received this letter from a flying eagle:
Ask me Wang Ankang, God bless Dadi.
The army on the west road led by the king of Wuying County was blocked in Baoanzhou City.
On the night of the thirteenth, the army broke through.
On the 14th, Kexuan Mansion.
Attacking Baoanzhou city on the 15th, they first encountered wind dragons, causing more than 4,000 casualties, then encountered hail disasters, causing more than 16,000 deaths and injuries, and encountered rain disasters, causing more than 20,000 frostbite injuries.
On the 16th, the army attacked again. In the event of a thunderstorm, 10,000 people were killed or injured, and 6,000 people were missing.
On the 17th, the king of Wuying County personally attacked the city with cannons, and the chamber exploded.
On the 18th, the king of Wuying County singled out Cao Wenzhao, a barbarian general. His weapon suddenly broke and his three fingers were broken. In the next battle, Cao Wenzhao attacked the crotch of the king of the county without paying attention to martial arts. The king of the county retreated and was still being treated.
On the 19th, the army returned to the Xuanfu. In a sandstorm, more than 4,000 people disappeared. Cao Wenzhao followed and attacked and burned the food supplies.
A few days ago, the army suffered heavy casualties, and the food and grass that the Xuan Mansion had obtained was less than two days' worth, so I implore King Di to make a quick decision.
Signed: Lieutenant Hao Fang.
Di Wang was so angry that his hands were shaking, he said angrily: "Brother Aqi is incompetent!"
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The news of the victory in the offensive and defensive battle of Baoanzhou spread to the capital.
Originally huddled in Changping and did not dare to leave the city for half a step, the 80,000 horses of the Fourth Battalion of the capital dived into the capital. Not only did they leave the city, but they flew from Changping to the front line of Baoanzhou in two days, and sent back a good news, beheading 500 Di captives.
I don't know that the leader of Di Lu came here when the battle was not fought.
No matter what happened on the front line, one thing is certain is that Di Lu's army temporarily retreated.
The panic at the wharf is relieved, the unloading of the tank boat should be unloaded, and the handling should be carried.
The brothel courtyards are brightly lit all night, flutes are blown and dances are danced.
Kuaizui Liu is ready for his new storytelling: "God General Cao vs. Man-eating Demon Archie", the content is even worse than last time.
All kinds of shops also opened their doors to welcome customers, and the wharf resumed its former noise.
Among them, the steamed bun shop business is the most popular.
Every day when it gets dark, a person will come to the door, grinning: "Shop, how many steamed buns can you 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 make, he wants it all.
And the next day when it was bright, he would come to pick up the steamed buns on time, and he would be quick to sell, without bargaining or credit.
It's just strange that the people who come every day are different.
Sometimes it's a white-headed old man, sometimes it's an elegant scholar, sometimes it's a young girl, and sometimes it's a dignified official.
At the same time, there was another incident that was buzzing at the pier.
The formerly abandoned Fish Temple on the north side of the pier was suddenly changed into the Qingniu Immortal Temple, and it is very effective, especially for those who are begging for food.
There are refugees who have nothing to eat and have just finished begging for food in the temple, when steamed buns fall from the sky on the way out.
Such examples are not one or two, but many.
Once it was passed on, there were even more refugees and beggars going to the Qingniu Immortal Temple.
The small temple, which was overgrown with weeds and almost collapsed, has gained popularity in just three to five days.
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Sunset slanted 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.
With painstaking efforts, his great achievements have finally begun to pay off.
Thousands of steamed buns are thrown out every day, and thousands of merits are returned.
After five or six days, I have accumulated more than 20,000 merits.
Compared with Xianyun Temple, where you can reap merits by throwing a plague pill, it is much harder, but this is a method problem, and there is room for improvement, so it is not important.
The important thing is that the reputation of Qingniu Immortal Temple has spread.
Driven by the refugees and beggars, many people at the wharf also began to go to the Immortal Temple to worship the gods, and there were quite a lot of content.
Qin He took out his magical little notebook, and sifted through one by one to see if he could solve it easily.
Immortals, you can’t just hand out steamed buns, it’s too monotonous, after ten days and a half months, you might become a steamed bun fairy.
Not nice.
The most important thing is that the refugees and beggars have nothing, and the merits are taken away by themselves. What about the temple? It's almost collapsed, what about Laifu? Almost starved to death.
Only when the common people worship it, the Qingniu Immortal Temple can truly flourish.
The magical little book records the prayer wishes of the sincere ones:
The first article, Mrs. Liu in Lao'an Lane, prayed for the safety of her eldest son who was guarding the border.
Qin He shook his head, this is a no-brainer and difficult to operate.
In the second article, Uncle Qin at the entrance of the alley begged for a continuation.
Qin He still shook his head, this is the wrong temple.
The third one, Butcher Zhang, who killed the pig, prayed for the return of the lost pig.
Too much trouble.
Article 4, Miao Yongde, the owner of the cattle shop, prayed for luck and fortune.
Too general.
Article 5, the daughter-in-law of the shopkeeper Wang of the tailor shop has not conceived for many years, and she prays for a child?
This help is immoral.
Article 6. Grandma Huang's son is sick and bedridden, praying for his recovery.
This one is finally appropriate.
Turning a corner, Qin He went to Grandma Huang's house.
Granny Huang, dressed in patches, was picking vegetables in the yard, her movements were slow and careful, her rough hands were covered with calluses like nicks, and a pile of verdant big winter whites was placed in front of her.
Around the house, even if it is not a big yard, it is full of vegetables, winter white, mallow, radish, and there are rows of upside-down wooden boxes in the corners, leeks and bean sprouts protruding from the gaps.
The interior of the house is simple, with soup and medicine boiling on the stove, a pale young man lying on the bed, and a simple bookshelf in the room, which is full of frayed books.
Poor mother and son depend on each other for life.
This is the most ordinary and ordinary family in troubled times. Living in peace is already difficult, even a little bit of disturbance is enough to make this family fall apart.
Qin He shook his head, took out a marrow washing pill, pinched a little bit of medicine skin from it, and fed it to the young man.
Visible to the naked eye, the young man's skin began to ooze gray and white impurities, and his pale face began to have a trace of blood.
Done, call it a day.
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Walking back humming with hands behind their backs, on the water surface of the canal, a huge fleet has been dispersing and docking. The soldiers of the five cities and horses have dispatched to clear the mooring boats of the various gangs, and are arranging a place for this fleet to dock.
Numerous laborers stepped on the bouncing beams and were busy unloading goods at a brisk pace, while the whips of the supervisors were crackling.
There is a war on the front line. This is the arrival of the food and salaries transferred from the south.
Qin He has a light body, and he has gotten used to this pier since he doesn't know when, and he also likes the smell of the pier.
Busy and busy, the world of mortals is rolling, carrying the breath of Kyushu in the world, spreading accents from all corners of the country, with joys and sorrows, sufferings in the world, and endless stories.
However, Qin He's lightness didn't last long, and when he returned to the crematorium, he became a part of the living beings on the dock.
worry!
The two animals in the family pinched again.