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Chapter 1086 Thinking of Home, the Grand Commander and the Governor of Qianzhou!
"This was copied overnight by Master Lu this morning."

Su Ye's fingertips brushed across the densely packed names on the book and he suddenly chuckled.

"Young General, do you know the old rules of 'fire consumption' in the Daqian army? Every time a thousand men are transferred, the officials in charge always deduct 30% as 'tea money'."

As he spoke, he threw the booklet to Duanmu Yan and watched his expression change from astonishment to shock and anger.

Duanmu Yan's whole body was shaking violently, and the Ronglin scabbard drew deep grooves on the blue brick floor.

How could he not know the ins and outs of this? Back in the Shenji Camp, the eunuchs who handled the purchase of gunpowder alone swallowed up 10,000 taels of silver.

At this moment, looking at the three hundred elite soldiers circled in red ink on the booklet, he suddenly felt a pain in the medicine bottle in his hand - this was not a roster at all, it was clearly an account book written in blood.

"Right now in Qiandu, the two scholars Lu and Wenshanzhang who were transferred from Hengzhou are revising the Qianzhou Military Farming Regulations."

Su Ye held up a torch to illuminate the patrolling outside the tent by the Chongyan Guards, one of the Twelve Guards of the Daqian Xuanlong in the past. He saw that those black-armored soldiers were holding not ordinary spears, but improved Hengzhou iron three-edged spears.

"If you are short of food and grass, you can take this token and go to these two to get it."

The bonfire crackled and sparks splashed on Duanmu Yan's crimson cloak, burning a small charred hole.

"Just wait and see, my Lord!"

The young general didn't care at all. He suddenly picked up the wine bag and drank it headfirst. The wine dripped down his chin, emitting an amber light in the firelight.

"I, Duanmu Yan's soldiers, will show those old soldiers what 'I will go forward even if there are tens of thousands of people' means!"

He threw the wine bag with all his might, and the celadon jar shattered against the tent pillar.

Su Ye looked at the young general's back as he strode out of the tent. The sleeves of his white robe swept across the remaining wine on the table, and he suddenly chuckled.

"Pass the order! Cook at 3am, and at 5am I will be marking the day with a general checkpoint!"

Duanmu Yan's vigorous shout came from the camp in the rear.

The sound startled the jackdaws perched outside the tent, and they fluttered off into the inky black sky, as if tearing a bloody hole in the undercurrent-filled night sky of Qianzhou.

As dusk fell, the lanterns in the West Market of Qiandu were lit one after another.

Su Ye walked slowly on the ground covered with the remnant of firecrackers, with a piece of unmelted snow on the collar of his white fox fur coat - the first snow of this winter fell in the twelfth lunar month.

"My lord, please look at this."

Jingwei on the side suddenly stopped, holding up a bamboo plate selling sugar melons with his iron-armored wrist guard. The amber malt sugar was glowing warmly in the snow, and the sugar melons wrapped with sesame seeds were piled up into a small hill. Children in green cloth jackets stood on tiptoe and raised the copper coins high.

Su Ye picked up a candy melon and turned it towards the setting sun, the sugar icing condensing into tiny crystals on his fingertips.

He suddenly thought of the old plum tree in the backyard of the Hengzhou Wei Mansion. Zi Fu always liked to pick plum branches and put them in a celadon vase in the twelfth lunar month, saying that he wanted to bring blessings from the star of literature to his unborn child.

"Xuanwu, are the people of Qianzhou going to celebrate Laba so soon?"

He looked at the porridge stall set up on the street. Red beans, longans and new wheat were boiling in the big ebony pot, and the spicy aroma of ginger slices floated in the hot steam.

"My lord, according to the old custom in Qianzhou, people drink seven-treasure five-flavor porridge on Laba Festival, paste images of door gods on the door lintels, and children sing "Dancing the Kitchen God" to seek good luck."

Xuanwu answered in a muffled voice, and the tassel of his iron mace swept across the snow, startling the old Hanlin who was selling Spring Festival couplets so much that he almost dropped his Duan inkstone.

Su Ye chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing over the newly written peach charms outside the porridge stall. The finest Hui ink spread across the red paper, writing "As time goes by, people get older." It was more pleasing to read than the memorials in the Qianyuan Hall that read "the unification of the country."

"Jingwei, what do you think Zifu is doing now?"

He looked at the incense sticks rising from the corner of the street, which were the people offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God. Jingwei's hand holding the sword tightened slightly, she knew very well why her lord asked the question - Wei Zifu's due date was in the first month of the year, and the urgent letter from Hengzhou not long ago was still under the jade paperweight in the western warm room of Qianyuan Hall.

The letter had the scent of plum blossoms, probably because it was sealed with wax by Madam Wei herself.

"I heard that Hengzhou has made new velvet flowers under the leadership of the old lady this year, and they will be delivered to the women in each mansion before New Year's Eve."

Xuanwu suddenly interrupted in a muffled voice, shocking the firecracker vendor so much that he knocked over the entire basket of "ertijiao".

Su Ye looked at the children running around in the snow, and suddenly felt bitter in his throat.

At this time last year, he was still at the Hengzhou parade ground watching Huo Qubing tame his wild horse. The boy insisted on using a torch to scare the horse, and ended up being chased and beaten by Wei Qing for three streets.

Shouldn't Huo Qubing be building the highway now?
When the official road is opened, he will ride his horse from Qiandu straight to Hengzhou and let Zifu tie a longevity lock on the child personally.

Now think about it, Wei Zifu had been pregnant a long time ago and was about to give birth, but he was still fighting in the war and had not given Wei Zifu a status until now.

"Your Highness, are you homesick?"

Jingwei suddenly asked softly, she was too familiar with this smile with a hint of melancholy.

Su Ye did not answer, but stared at the flags of the wine shop on the street. The flags had the words "Tu Su" written on them, fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly he remembered that when he was a child in Jiuxiao City in Yunzhou, every New Year's Eve, his father would hold him in his arms to drink Tusu wine. The wine was brewed according to ancient methods, and was soaked for a whole year with various medicinal herbs such as rhubarb, white atractylodes, and cassia twigs. When drinking, the youngest must start first, with the meaning of "drink less every year, and stay longer every year."

"After Wei Qing conquers Tianshui and Longxi counties, he will set off back to Hengzhou."

Su Ye lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then he used his right hand to draw two lines on the palm of his left hand - this action was very familiar to Jing Wei, it was clearly the lord's habit of dispatching troops on the sand table.

"The position of Grand Commander of Qianzhou will be reserved for him. When the time comes... the Hengzhou Army, Yulin Guards, and surrendered troops will all be under his command."

Jingwei's hand holding the sword suddenly clenched. She knew too well the importance of this position - the Grand Commander could set up a government office to govern affairs and control the troops of a state. Even Zhang Juzheng, who was now in charge of Qianzhou's political affairs, had to perform a semi-courtesy when he saw him.

Wei Qing, a new commander who had just made his debut and had only fought a few battles with Su Ye, was directly appointed as the commander-in-chief of the army of Qianzhou, the capital of the Daqian Dynasty.

This can be regarded as a small support that Su Ye has given to the unborn baby in Wei Zifu's belly. At least she has Wei Qing, her uncle who is in charge of a region. Even if something happens in the future, they at least have a stronger backing.

"Appoint Zhang Juzheng to temporarily serve as governor of Qianzhou, and have Wenshanchang and Lu Shilang assist him."

"Lu Xiufu handles criminal cases, Wen Tianxiang manages finances, and when Di Renjie finishes investigating the corruption case, he will be sent to help Shuda."

Su Ye's fingertips stroked the "bountiful harvest" outlined in gold foil on the New Year's painting.

"With Zhaoxuan in charge of Hengzhou and Shuda and Huaiying in charge of Qianzhou, I can go back to Hengzhou to celebrate the New Year with peace of mind."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a commotion coming from the street corner. He saw a dozen naughty children holding bamboo horse lanterns and running around. The boy with a pigtail in the front accidentally bumped into Su Ye's knees, and the sesame candies in his arms scattered all over the ground.

"How dare you! How dare you offend the Duke of Zhenguo!"

The Xuanwu iron mace was swung horizontally, frightening the children and making them burst into tears.

Su Ye bent down to pick up a piece of sesame candy covered with snow, and suddenly remembered that Wei Zifu loved sweets. Last Mid-Autumn Festival, she secretly drank osmanthus wine and was so drunk that she held the moon rabbit lantern tightly and refused to let go. It was he who carried her on his back and walked around the back garden of the mansion three times.

"It doesn't matter."

He took out a silver ingot and placed it in the child's hand. Seeing the boy sobbing and thanking him, he suddenly chuckled.

(End of this chapter)