GBP Chapter 541 What Kindness?
Chapter 541 What Kindness?
"Hurry up and stop talking nonsense. A group of people are waiting for you. You really don't have to report for duty today. Just report in, okay?"
Shen Zhiqiu tidied up her hair one last time:
"No need to go, Lao Wei said that he would let me accompany you to have some fun today, and the team will say that I am looking for supplies."
"Why? Didn't you say he has a strong background? Why does he treat you differently? Could it be that we developed feelings for each other over dinner?"
Shen Zhiqiu was delighted by these words.
"Silly wife, why are you so naive? With a family background and official position like that, how could he look up to you just by eating a few meals with you? What good food can't he have?"
At first, he was treated differently because of the Fu family's reputation.
Isn’t the man in the north going to win now?
Those marching supplies were all produced by him, and he worked under Lao Wei, so Lao Wei must have made some contributions.
This is because Lord Mao has not yet reached the age to abdicate. If Lord Mao is older, relying on these achievements, Old Wei will be able to replace the Left Vice Minister and become a Shangshu.
After hearing this, Li Jingshu was not surprised. Aren’t there many such things since ancient times?
Whoever has made a contribution may not necessarily be the one who benefits the most. Even in modern times, when a paper is published, the teacher's name still has to be written first.
It was not easy for Shen Zhiqiu to go out with his family.
The city of Shuntian is very lively today.
The streets were full of pedestrians and crowded, far more than during the Lantern Festival.
Li Jingshu asked while pulling her daughter along: "I heard a lot of people talking outside, why don't they sound like locals?"
Before Shen Zhiqiu could answer, an old lady next to him came with a basket full of rotten vegetable leaves.
He answered the question directly: "Big sister, haven't you heard? Today, many prefectures and counties in our northern border have come to watch the parade, and the yamen runners have been dispatched to maintain order!"
Having said this, he moved closer and continued in a low voice:
"I heard that these families have children in the Fu family army. They are the families of the injured or dead Fu family soldiers. They are allowed to enter the city. They have to let them see who killed their children."
At this time, looking at those people speaking with foreign accents, there was indeed a look of grief and anger on their faces.
This made Shen Youyou and his group of people less interested in watching the fun.
Indeed, why watch all this fun? Even if you win, you will feel unhappy knowing that so many good men have died.
But it was too late to say anything now. There were people everywhere around me and I could only follow the crowd and move forward.
What caught my eye were the heads of people swaying next to each other.
Until the west gate,
We don’t know whether it was spontaneous or someone deliberately arranged it, but the crowd dispersed to both sides of the road.
"Ouch, you stepped on my foot!"
"Watch out, don't crowd the children!"
"Borrowed it, borrowed it!"
There were all kinds of noisy sounds all around.
Li Dahu, Shen Dabao, and Wang Shitou, the three were as big as small mountains and scattered on the left and right sides of Shen Youyou and his group, as well as in three directions behind them.
Form a triangle and take a guarding stance.
Shen Youyou and Shen Erya were at the front, holding hands.
Behind him was Shen Zhiqiu holding Shen Luming, and Li Jingshu beside him.
The people who had secured their seats were all eagerly waiting and spreading all kinds of gossip among each other.
You can say anything.
What they heard the most were Duke Fu and Fu Huaian, the newly appointed General Huaiyuan.
"Prince Fu was appointed a third-rank general at the age of 18. The Fu family has a successor."
"Of course. Regardless of who General Huaiyuan is, Duke Fu has made countless military achievements, and the junior general is even better than his predecessor. It can only be said that the Fu family has always been a family where sons inherit their fathers' business!"
"By the way, do you think he should get married after returning from the war? He is not young at the age of eighteen. With such a talented young man, wouldn't the gates of his house be broken down by the various mansions in the capital?"
"I think so, but General Huaiyuan should be engaged, but I don't know which noble lady it is. Have you heard the news?"
"I haven't heard of any rumors that the Fu family has an engagement with any family. It seems that they haven't been engaged yet. But it's not too late. When they return from victory in the north, won't they be able to choose the noble ladies in our capital?"
"Yes, it is their blessing to be favored by General Fu."
Shen Youyou and her second sister looked at each other. What these people said sounded like the truth. No matter how much they kept talking, it was almost like they were going to select a talent show for Fu Huaian.
If word of this got to the Prince of Yan and his son, haha, as long as there was even the slightest rift between them, it would be clear that they were harboring rebellious intentions!
And Shen Luming was in his father's arms, his little face was so excited, maybe everyone around him was praising his brother, the little general, and he felt proud of it.
I have a big secret in my heart, and I want to tell the people around me loudly:
"General Huaiyuan, I know him. He's my little general brother. If you want to know if he's engaged, I can ask him when he comes back."
However, after a while, the little guy felt lost again and secretly asked Shen Zhiqiu: "Dad, when will my brother come back?"
"almost!"
Only the remnants of Tai'aru's troops are left, so it should be soon.
At this moment, the crowd suddenly became noisy.
Someone in the distance even shouted, "Here they come, here they come!"
Shen Youyou stood on tiptoe and squinted her eyes to look into the distance. Sure enough, she could slowly see the team approaching from a distance.
When the team slowly entered the city gate, it was time to see clearly.
Shen Youyou couldn't help but look at Erya again.
There are so many captives. I hope they will not wipe out all the Northern Yuan royal family. They include men and women, young and old.
Li Jingshu didn't say anything either. She was also stunned.
My first reaction was that transporting so many prisoners, not to mention their food and drink along the way, just thinking about how much materials would be spent on making so many shackles and cages, this was simply unsound ways of living.
What caught my eye were the prisoners in the huge procession, who were dressed in rags, wearing iron chains, with their hands clamped in shackles. They all had their heads lowered, and it was difficult to count their heads, not to mention their appearance.
On both sides were soldiers wearing uniform armor, and occasionally there were soldiers shouting at the prisoners in the team to move faster.
The prisoners in the cage could only kneel on the prisoner car, which was specially made to be low.
He was not allowed to stand or sit, so he could only kneel with his head and hands sticking out of the three holes above the cage. He was trapped to death.
I guess even if he wasn't beheaded, his legs would be crippled from being escorted all the way while kneeling like that.
This is what it means to be the winner and loser.
To be honest, Shen Youyou no longer had the mentality of watching the fun, let alone sympathy.
She was just scared. Fortunately, they won the battle themselves. Otherwise, if foreign enemies invaded, they might be in an even worse situation.
When Shen Zhiqiu saw the people in the cages, his eyebrows moved and he thought, "From my previous communication with Fu Huaian, I felt that the boy was honest and kind to others.
But now it seems that it was indeed an illusion.
If they were truly honest, this group of people would not be what they are now. Putting aside the racial hatred, they are indeed too miserable, and they are just hanging on for dear life. "
Those people were covered in blood and rags, and some of their wounds were even black.
But he could also understand it. After all, his brother, who had lived and died together with him, also died at the hands of the enemy. What was there to talk about mercy?