"I've met my ancestors."

Outside the camp, the young man was proud that he had borrowed flowers to offer sacrifices to the Buddha, and had won over the general without spending a penny. However, before his joy could reach his brows, the general opposite him suddenly clasped his fists behind him and saluted, as if he had seen someone terrifying.

The young man reacted suddenly.

He immediately put away his unnecessary expression and gave a deep salute to the medicine collector, with a respectful and humble attitude. Looking up again, there was only admiration in his eyes. As a down-and-out son, he knew that everything in front of him was brought about by this cheap ancestor.

, how dare you be scornful?

The medicine collector raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need to be polite.

"What were you talking about just now? You sounded very happy?"

Although the young man was scheming, he had not practiced enough. He could not distinguish the true emotions in the words of the medicine collector. He was worried that the other party really did not hear it, or he knew what he was asking. On the other hand, the military commander beside him reacted quickly and said: "The young man just followed me.

I will ask for advice at the end."

The medicine collector glanced at the other party lightly.

"Oh? What did he ask you for?"

The implication is, what is the confusion that makes me unable to talk to him, an ancestor, but having to bow to a half-hearted outsider?

Just one glance made the hairs on the general's body stand up, and his scalp felt itchy and numb, as if there were hundreds of ants crawling over him. The general swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva nervously, and tried to use his martial energy to resist the medicine-gathering Lang Wei.

Overwhelmed with impulse, he said: "I'm asking for advice on how to settle the female prisoners who were rewarded by the Lord... I am young and kind-hearted, and I don't want to see women and children being bullied..."

The young man doesn't understand, but the general understands a little.

In the era when the medicine collector lived, killings were common and even more cruel than today. At the most ferocious time, warlords fought against each other and revenge was commonplace. The fighting became more and more crazy. Every battle involved rape, robbery, and even massacre, so that every household was hung with silk.

At that time, men were dying rapidly, and women not only had to work hard to give birth, but also had to bear most of the livelihood. Even so, the speed of childbirth and childbirth still could not keep up with the butcher knife of the warlords.

The population has been cut in half again and again, and the forces of all parties have been in decline.

Under the pressure of a sharp decline in population, the major warlords had to reach some kind of tacit agreement, whether it was fighting or plundering, to spare the lives of female prisoners as much as possible. Herb collectors who came from that era may not understand it.

Using female prisoners as military prostitutes to reward the soldiers. The general didn't know whether his speculation was right or wrong. Fortunately, the medicine collector's reaction gave him reassurance.

He raised his eyelids: "Oh? How do you want to deal with it?"

The young man's face turned pale as he listened.

He didn't dare to interrupt, praying in his heart that the general would not give the wrong answer.

Fortunately, this military general came to his wits in a hurry and was also eloquent: "These female prisoners are given by the Lord and they are noble women of Youguo. They are of special status and cannot be released at will. The general is going to send someone to make inquiries.

, see if there are any soldiers of suitable age who have done meritorious service but are not yet married in the camp, and match them up to create a marriage. At the same time, it can also show the Lord's kindness to the humble and the weak."

"Cherish the humble and the weak? Hehe, he is somewhat human."

The herb collector left with his hands behind his back.

The young man opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

He inadvertently looked into the dark pupils of his ancestor, and the pores all over his body exploded in an instant, his mind went blank, and he almost lost the ability to think. When he came to his senses, he was shocked to realize that the lining was wet with sweat at some point, and the soft satin was sticky.

On the skin.

The other party's slightly playful words came into my ears.

"...You can't forget your origins. I remember that your ancestors also faced rough circumstances. As her descendants, you don't have to say how to honor your ancestors, but at least you shouldn't rub salt into the wounds." The medicine collector dropped these words before leaving, with a tone of voice.

Too much and impatient.

The boy didn't dare to move until the herb collector had left for a long time.

His cheeks burned badly, and all kinds of embarrassment surged up. He didn't know whether it was because the herb collector's right to dispose of the things thrown to him was interfered with, or because the "gift" promised to others was forced to be withdrawn, or because he learned that

This kind of thing happened to my ancestors, and he was told frankly in front of outsiders. The young man believed that he was born in a noble family, with illustrious ancestors, and a clean life experience. Even if he is now in dire straits, his bloodline will bring him back to the clouds...

…

The appearance of Cui Zhi and the medicine collector convinced him of this.

But he didn't want his ancestor to expose him personally.

The military commander could tell at a glance that the young man was uncomfortable, so he casually found an excuse to leave the place. Continuing to stay here would only make others uncomfortable.

The medicine collector had no idea about the young man's psychological activities.

Even if you know, you still can't understand what the other person is thinking.

When he was young, not to mention ordinary people, even nobles from aristocratic families and the royal family could not have enough to eat every day, not to mention that not everyone could cover their bodies with silk and satin. Survival was still a problem, so who would worry about the crotch of men and women?

That thing?

Ever since he learned that he had blood in the world, the herb collector couldn't help but recall the details of that year. He thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night. He remembered some details in his dream these days. He vaguely remembered that the other party was a widowed young woman, and

Surname.

Born into a wealthy family, life was not easy.

She was captured when the city was destroyed, and she was lucky enough to be given to a pretty good man, who protected her and her family members for two years. But the man was unlucky, and was killed by a streamer during one of the sieges. Huanyi

The girl wandered all the way with her few relatives, and found other tribesmen who were kind and willing to take her in and give her a place to live.

The lady in wash clothes in the dream has a pair of hands covered with thick calluses. She lives under someone else's roof and has to do everything by herself. She has to do all the menial and tiring work. That day when they were entangled by the stream, all he could see was curiosity and the novelty of experiencing the clouds and rain for the first time.

, and pay more attention to others.

Compared with most ordinary women at that time, Huanyi Nu was lucky. She at least lived to the end of her life and had her descendants around her. But these were not enough to erase the sufferings of her early years. As her descendants, not only did she pity her ancestors, but she should also not feel sorry for them.

Feel ashamed.

After all, he is not watching the child he was born or raised. The herb collector is not very close to the boy, so he can only give you some advice. It is best if you can understand it, but it doesn't matter if you can't...

The bloodline he longs for is the bloodline that can inherit everything he has.

It's not like he's not picky about anything.

The young man knew that he had offended his patron, so he turned around and went to the Cui family leader for advice. Cui Zhi was an uncle of his family, and the other party would definitely not ignore him. If he could establish a good relationship with Cui Zhi, he would be a big help in the future.

Rebuild family glory!

What happened here soon reached the ears of the Lord of Qi State. She puffed out smoke and stared at the white jade cigarette holder in her hand with great interest: "... I thought he was a murderous Lord, but I didn't expect that he was also a pity for flowers.

There are subtleties in the roughness of people."

"My lord, those prisoners?"

The leader of the State of Qi said: "Just do what you have to do."

Except for the female prisoners who were targeted by the herb collector, all other prisoners, regardless of gender, were dealt with according to the old rules. Those who deserved to be killed were killed and those who deserved rewards were rewarded. She saw Qi Cang sitting in the corner wandering around, deliberately naming him and asking Qi Cang.

Cang’s opinion on this matter.

What can Qi Cang think?

Now he just passes the time by watching other people lively.

When the fun is not enough, he will deliberately provoke a fight: "I don't care about this at the end, I just think that if Mei Nujun knows about this, she will try her best to write a letter to stop it..."

In Qi Cang's view, Mei Meng is a woman who knows how to survive. She knows very well that if she wants to survive in a crisis-ridden environment, she cannot do it with just one person. It is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands.

Waiting for Chehou to be beaten to death.

It is only right to win over allies as much as possible.

Not only did he win over every woman who could cultivate internally, he also made a clear appearance to the outside world. After Mei Meng came to power, in every war that Qi State fought and won externally, the captured women could not be rewarded casually as before, and the sergeants were rewarded. In order to care for them,

For Sergeant Ping's dissatisfaction, Mei Meng made up for it in material terms. Most of the loot was given to the sergeant, and the military pay was sufficient. The effect was pretty good.

Although this move offended a group of people, the compensation was adequate and the resistance encountered was not as great as expected. At the same time, it also attracted a group of allies for Mei Meng. This group of allies started too late and took too short a time to grow. I want to start from these people.

Seeing benefits, you still need to wait patiently. Mei Meng has this patience, but the leader of Qi State does not.

When Mei Meng woos allies, the first thing she hurts is her interests.

Most of the loot should belong to her.

The loss of profits can be seen with the naked eye, but the gains will be more than ten or even decades later. Who knows what the situation will be like at that time? Is she the owner of the land under her feet?

When Qi Cang mentioned Mei Meng, the king's face darkened visibly, and he said, "Jinghe will understand Gu's difficulties."

Military generals are not that easy to drive.

These are all wolves, tigers and leopards that don’t show their flesh and don’t show their mouths.

Mobilize their enthusiasm for fighting and make them willing to sacrifice their lives to conquer cities and territories. Gold, silver, jewelry and the power of beauties are the most direct and effective incentives! War requires money, and governance requires money. Instead of spending your own money, it is better to spend the enemy's money to do your own things.

It's not that she doesn't understand Mei Meng's intention.

I just feel so stupid and thankless.

She is the head of the country, the head of the country who holds the power of life and death. Those who are beneficial to her power are her allies! Power is her ally! The enemy's women are just resources for her to achieve her goals! Why pity? Why risk offending

Treat your own people kindly at your own risk? Which person in power in the past and present did not rise to the top by stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood? What is the difference between men and women when it is just a stepping stone?

She only cares about immediate gains and losses.

Qi Cang mentally shrugged and said, "Maybe."

Not long after, Cui Zhi came to see him.
To be continued...