Chapter 587

The original wasteland was reclaimed by more than 100000 troops in Liangzhou and wanjian city. The refugees also gradually came back. With the cooperation of the army and the people, the previously abandoned houses were slightly repaired, which could at least protect them from the wind and rain without freezing outside.

Many workshops have been built near jinsuoguan, mainly for steelmaking and making weapons and farm tools.

The charcoal they used was continuously transported from the south foot of Taihang Mountain every day. These were collected by the Xiongnu people.

Xue Yan often goes back and forth inside and outside jinsuoguan. Most of these steelmaking workshops are his Xue family's industry. The weapons he makes are mainly used by the Liangzhou army.

Different from the busy in Guanzhong, the east of Taihang Mountain fell into silence.

Shi Zhao didn't take the opportunity to attack Guanzhong when Liu Yao died, because he couldn't.

The troops gathered in Guanzhong were even more elite than those of Liu Yao. Moreover, they won Tongguan and Hangu pass.

Ran Zhan played there for months, but he couldn't get in.

Instead of wasting his energy in Guanzhong, shile wanted to take down Murong department when Guanzhong was recuperating.

But the Murong department was unexpectedly difficult to bite. Whether it was a frontal attack or an assassination, the Murong Department survived and hurt Koguryo.

This is not the end Shiller wants to see, but that's the truth.

In Shi Zhao's interior, a hundred wastes are waiting to flourish. After the founding of the people's Republic of China last year, although the people gathered around the cities and towns to farm, the food they can produce is far from enough for them to March and fight.

This winter, there are a large number of people freezing to death.

In the palace of Xiang state (Xiang state, capital name, today's Xingtai), the capital of the state of Zhao, on the high throne, a tall man with white hair, dressed in a xuanpao, sat meditating on it.

A handsome face, but with a bit of tiredness, dark golden eyes are faint and dark, and the lines in the corners of the eyes are becoming deeper and deeper.

If Lu Qing sees this scene, he will be frightened, because this person is as similar as the stone tiger, but he looks much older and more calm than the stone tiger.

The man looked sad, sighed softly, and waved to the people under the throne.

All the officials dispersed, but a monk sitting on the side of the throne and an old man under the throne did not leave.

However, the monk seemed calm and motionless. From a distance, he thought it was a wood carving and clay sculpture.

The old man under the throne stroked his beard and looked at the man on the throne.

"My king doesn't have to worry too much. Wanjian city is a small country with bullets. After this war, it will lose a lot. I'm afraid the military food is not enough. I heard that yumingchuan is quite tolerant to the people. This is the benevolence of women. I'm afraid it won't get military food from the people. Wanjian city won't attack our country for a moment."

"What you Hou said is reasonable, but at this time, the king should not use troops in Guanzhong. I'm afraid our army's food and grass are not enough."

The stone on the throne gently knocked on the handle made of gold, and some interest was waning.

"Does my king want to use 18 horses?" a pair of eyes lit up under Zhang Bin's two gray eyebrows.

"Among the eighteen horses, there are only a few available at this time. Huyanmo lost a lot of people in Liaodong. Guo heilue is still available, but I don't know whether the master can release people?"

With that, shile looked at the "wood carving and clay sculpture" beside him with a smile.

The monk remained motionless for a long time before slowly opening his mouth.

"My king has forgotten heilue's arrangement in Jiangnan? In a few days, there will be a noble man in Jiangnan to Guanzhong, who will also accompany him. If my king is ready to do it, just tell him to go down."

"Oh? The nobles in Jiangnan want to win over yumingchuan? It's interesting. It seems that we really need to make good arrangements."

Shile's eyes flashed a few rays of brilliance, reflecting the dark golden eyes.

At this time, the monk looked up at shile.

"Although the woman beside the king was once a disciple of heilue, she was not suitable to accompany the king. I hope the king will send her back as soon as possible."

"Master, I'm worried. Zhier's father once gave me a helping hand in times of crisis. This time, he specially asked me to take care of his only daughter. Wouldn't it be unkind and unjust if I sent her? Besides, zhier is a noble girl among the Han people. She is also very clever in my palace. How can there be an accident?"

Speaking of this, shile's look changed slightly for a moment. He repeatedly asked the noble families of the Han people to marry their women, but they were all rejected, especially the Cui family of Qinghe. It's really hateful that they don't eat hard and soft.

Fortunately, Li Zhi from the Li family in Hedong came to Xiangguo. Although he lacked a hand, he was gorgeous and willing to have fun under him. He never caused trouble. Shile didn't understand why master fotucheng always asked him to send Li Zhi away.

Seeing shile unmoved, fotucheng closed his eyes again.

When shile and Zhang Bin left the hall, fotucheng slowly returned to his Buddhist hall with the help of several young monks.

There is such a Buddhist hall in the towering imperial palace of Xiangguo.

There are beautiful young people no more than 15 years old inside. Only Buddha Tucheng is older. According to former monks, the master is nearly 100 years old. He is a human honor and a divine monk.

These young people, called disciples, were recruited from the people to serve Buddha Tucheng.

One by one, beautiful, handsome, feminine, masculine, in all shapes and colors, are rare good colors among the crowd.

Seeing that fotucheng had returned, the four strong young monks waiting in front of the monastery quickly bent down and placed a soft cave in front of fotucheng, which looked simple but was covered with the best wool blanket in the western regions.

With the help of several other teenagers, fotucheng sat on the soft collapse. Needless to say, someone immediately took off his shoes and hugged him in his arms.

Then, the four teenagers carried soft collapse, passed through the magnificent hall, passed several exquisite corridors, and walked into the Buddhist meditation room where fotucheng used to rest.

In the meditation room, there are four teenagers waiting in the room, but they are different from those who lift the soft collapse. These teenagers are beautiful and have a bit of tenderness in their every move. If they were not for the newly raised Adam's apple on their neck and the silky hair on their lips, they would be regarded as little nuns.

As soon as the soft collapse was put down, the four delicate teenagers came up and helped fotucheng to the futon.

Serving tea and pouring water, pinching his shoulders and beating his back, and even a teenager with very pious eyes untied fotucheng's monk's clothes. Under fotucheng's nod, he began to wipe fotucheng with a white cloth towel and water.

It is said that the residence of the Hu people is dirty and messy, but the Buddhist temple with Buddha's picture is spotless. Like him, he takes a bath every morning and evening. When he goes out and comes back, he has to brush his body, which is much cleaner than ordinary people.