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Chapter 410 General Gan's Affection for His Children
In mid-October of the lunar calendar, the temperature in Ganluchuan in the early morning had already dropped to zero degrees Celsius.

In the withered grass, you can see obvious white hairs.

The autumn harvest, and even the wild rice from the surrounding grasslands, have all been stored away.

Greenery can be seen in the fields and along the roadsides.

It's just some vegetables for winter.

The livestock had long been confined to brick pens near the pasture.

With enough winter hay stored up, cattle, horses, sheep, and camels can spend the winter in warm enclosures.

Since the large-scale mining of open-pit coal mines in Hamiwei.

In Ganluchuan, all houses with bricks and tiles had firewalls built inside, including livestock pens.

Coal at an internal price of thirty wen per stone is such a bargain!

The livestock had an easy life, not to mention the people.

During the day, the workshops continued their work as usual.

It's more comfortable at night.

All you need to do is wear a light cotton undershirt and cover yourself with a four- or five-pound cotton quilt.

Children who are sensitive to heat will stick their hands and feet out of the quilt to get some air.

Their little faces were rosy, and they slept even more adorably than piglets.

Tonight, everyone except the children stayed up all night.

Of the three thousand vanguard members, two thousand were dispatched.

Those who went to war, their families will be busy.

As dawn broke, the main street was already lined with people seeing him off.

Both the families of soldiers who participated in the war and those who did not come.

Upon seeing familiar faces, they would place the bundles they had prepared overnight onto the empty backs of their warhorses.

Although the garrison had prepared enough rations for the march.

They couldn't resist wanting to prepare more for these soldiers.

Someone baked hot naan bread overnight.

Someone boiled all the pigeon eggs in their house.

Some people even made all sorts of dairy products, both sweet and savory.

The workers from the workshop also arrived.

In recent days, following General Gan's instructions, they have sewed 20,000 pairs of sheepskin gloves with silk thread and made more than 100,000 masks with fine cotton cloth.

It will be the twelfth lunar month in another month.

Riding a horse is no easy task.

With these accessories, the marching days would be much easier.

The doctors, led by Imperial Physician Huang, kept carrying the various pills they had made over the past few days—pills for replenishing qi and blood, stopping bleeding, and detoxifying—onto the horse.

For this trip, they almost used up all the medicinal herbs in Hamiwei and Ganluchuan.

If it weren't for the fact that the marching speed was too much for these doctors to handle, many of them would have wanted to sign up to join the army.

Fang Molin, the headmaster of Qingshan Academy, also arrived with more than a dozen teachers and over fifty students.

The entire faculty and students of the garrison school were mobilized.

Both boys' and girls' schools have moved their morning exercises to the morning today.

The students looked at the cavalrymen in black armor on their warhorses with indescribable admiration.

One person was actually paired with three horses!

The standard armor gleamed with the unique luster of metal.

Awesome!
Just for this equipment, they all wanted to go to war.

The procession that saw them off offered no words of advice, no tearful farewells, and no signs of reluctance to part.

This is because the commander of the 20,000 elite troops on this mission is General Gan!
General Gan did not make any grand pronouncements before his departure.

He bowed with clasped hands, facing only the direction of the crowd.

The military families returned the greetings.

it is more than words.

Suddenly, a sweet, milky voice rang out from the crowd: "Mommy, Mommy, take Yuanyuan with you!"

The imposing and heroic General Gan almost missed a step with his right foot as he was about to mount his horse.

That familiar sweet voice, who else could it be but my own daughter, Yuanyuan?
Sure enough. As soon as I turned around, I saw the father and his two sons.

She was slightly surprised: how could a man who had been fighting all night, who had only slept for an hour, still get out of bed?

What surprised her even more was that there was no sign of fatigue on his face after indulging in pleasure.

Still so energetic!

She even had a faint smile on her face.

From his lip movements, we could decipher a few words: Go with peace of mind, return safely.

Her honey trap failed.

Standing next to the man was his own son, who was almost eight years old.

The child, now half-grown, has completely lost the baby fat on his face.

Thanks to years of physical training, the young boy, dressed in a crimson brocade robe, stood straight beside his father like a young poplar tree.

Fang Daru is quite capable.

In less than two years, the children who used to hate school no longer hate school.

I can get into reading books.

He wrote the characters in one stroke, and they looked quite decent.

The great scholar said that if things continued this way, he would have no problem passing the imperial examination for the lowest degree before the age of sixteen.

Luo once said that if she could see a scholar from the Zuo family pass the imperial examination in her lifetime, she would be able to show off to the ancestors of the Zuo family when she passed away.

With high hopes placed on him by his grandmother, Fatty said he would do his best.

When he saw his mother's gaze sweeping over him, he puffed out his little chest and remained motionless.

The most conspicuous among the three men is the "seaweed head" that his father is holding in his arms.

The owner of the "seaweed head" was wrapped in a pink brocade cloak.

His hands and feet were stuffed inside the cloak, and he kept gurgling.

I'm in a hurry.

The little girls hadn't even had a chance to braid her hair yet, and she already appeared with a head of fluffy, thick, curly hair.

Little Yuanyuan was in a bad mood right now. She was pouting, her eyes were red, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Her delicate, doll-like face, coupled with her tearful expression, was truly heartbreaking.

She is almost three years old. A few days ago, she heard her grandmother say that her mother would be gone for a long time.

How is this possible?

The child needs to be chased!
The little guy used a lot of willpower and finally managed to get up half an hour earlier than usual.

She was caught as soon as the nanny carried her out; it was her father and brother who were about to go out to see their mother off.

They wouldn't want to stay at home.

After making a scene at home for quite a while, they were finally allowed to come and see them off.

And that's how this whole thing happened.

Seeing her daughter reach out to her and try to pounce on her, Gan Minglan almost lost her composure in front of 20,000 soldiers.

I really didn't dare give the little guy even the slightest response!

Suppressing her reluctance, she took a deep look at the father and his two sons and gave the father a hand gesture.

Zuo Wenkang tightly hugged his daughter, who was trying to jump and run towards his wife, and turned his back.

I can't see my mother.

Yuanyuan was furious when her father made this arrangement.

She raised her chubby fist and pounded it on her father's not-so-broad chest.

She pounded on the ground and cried out, "Daddy, bad daddy! Put me down! I want to ride a horse with Mommy!"

Good guy!
Those two little iron fists almost sent their own father to his death.

Just as Zuo Wenkang was about to lose control of his powerful daughter's little iron fists, the main force set off.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

The warhorses galloped at breakneck speed, kicking up clouds of dust on the official road outside the city.

Soon, the children's cries were left behind.
March quickly, march quickly.

The horse never stops, and the people never stop!
(End of this chapter)