My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

That night, except for the three children who didn't know what going to the northwest meant, none of the masters in the princess's mansion could sleep soundly.

Especially the third master, he didn't come back all night.

The lights in Lan's room were not turned off until after three o'clock in the morning, and when she woke up in the morning, her eyes were dark circles.

Fu Zhiyi and Lu Zhenzhen already had a tacit understanding. They had been prepared for these days and there was nothing much to say.

In the morning, Fu Zhiyi went to court.

Doubao and Tangyuan went to school as usual. After having breakfast, Chengzi asked Nanny Ye to take her to the garden to play.

Only then did Lan come to look for Lu Zhenzhen.

Seeing Lan's haggard appearance, Lu Zhenzhen was shocked and quickly asked her servants to boil eggs, wrap them in a handkerchief, and roll them around Lan's eyes.

Lan nervously held the egg wrapped in a handkerchief, rolling it around in front of her eyes. She handed Lu Zhenzhen a list and said, "This is the list I wrote last night. See if there's anything I've missed."

Lu Zhenzhen took the list, which took into account every aspect of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

To be honest, even if Lu Zhenzhen drew up this list herself, she couldn't have come up with such a comprehensive one.

However, Lu Zhenzhen still pointed out a few items that were not suitable for the northwest and explained to Lan in detail, "Mom, you don't need to bring these silk clothes. The northwest is bitterly cold, and silk clothes are cold. It's better to prepare more high-quality cotton clothes. They are sweat-absorbent, soft and warm when worn next to the skin."

Upon hearing this, Lan put down the eggs in her hand and nodded repeatedly, "You're right, it's my fault for not considering it carefully."

I personally crossed out that item and replaced it with the finest Songjiang cotton cloth.

Lu Zhenzhen also pointed out that the Northwest is bitterly cold, so in addition to gold wound medicine, more frostbite cream and medicinal materials for treating typhoid fever should be prepared.

As for the rest, Lu Zhenzhen has her own arrangements.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law finally confirmed the list, and Lan went to make the arrangements.

Lu Zhenzhen also had to arrange for people to accompany Fu Zhiyi to the northwest, and also had to ask Doctor Qi if he was willing to accompany Fu Zhiyi on a trip to the northwest.

In addition, Fu Zhiyi had revealed earlier that he was going to the northwest. Lu Zhenzhen had already had people experimenting in the manor in the summer to make down quilts and close-fitting down jackets.

There are also woolen boots and split-toe gloves.

Lu Zhenzhen even suggested making fried noodles and vegetable buns with the military rations from the northwest.

These were all made first on Zhuangzi, and then Fu Zhiyi and his men tried them out and got the recipe.

After Fu Zhiyi took these prescriptions away, Lu Zhenzhen no longer cared about them.

However, Lu Zhenzhen had already asked the women on the farm to make a lot of down jackets and quilts, fingerless gloves, woolen boots, and roasted dried meat.

All these things will go to the northwest with Fu Zhiyi.

Lan was busy instructing her servants to purchase things according to the list she had drawn up, or to search the warehouse.

Fu Zhiyi wanted to install all of his favorite tea, favorite teapot, four treasures of the study, and the tables, chairs and benches he was used to using.

The servants in the mansion also knew that their master was going to the northwest. Although they were not panicked, they did feel a little uneasy.

Especially many guards and servants, they knew that they were going to the northwest, and the master would definitely need someone to serve him, but they didn't know who would be chosen.

Some people who were smart enough started asking their families to pack their bags.

When the third master came back in the evening, the scene scared the whole family.

Not only did he bring back three carts full of stuff, but he was also followed by more than twenty strong men.

When the twenty or so strong men saw Fu Zhiyi and Fu Shan, they first greeted them and then reported that they were sent by the old marquis to escort Fu Zhiyi to the northwest.

Fu Zhiyi went to see Fu Shan first. Seeing Fu Shan nodded, he signaled a few people to stand up and asked Jingzhe to take people down to make arrangements.

As for the three carriages full of stuff, move them into the front yard first.

The third master looked a little tired, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

As soon as he entered the house, he collapsed on the chair and kept asking for food to be brought quickly because he was hungry.

Lu Zhenzhen hurriedly signaled the servants to serve the dishes.

After everyone finished their meal, tea was served.

The third master then said that in the three boxes, apart from the armor and weapons left by Fu Zhiyi's great-grandfather, the rest were some military medicines and maps for moving the boxes.

Of course, these are not the most precious things. The most precious things are those twenty or so strong men.

They are all elite fighters who can fight ten against one. Two of them have been in the northwest for many years. They were only summoned back by the old marquis in July this year, and they are just in time to be of use.

After hearing this, a dark light flashed across Fu Zhiyi's eyes.

The third master was full and satisfied, and perhaps because the old marquis had lost enough blood this time, he was willing to say a few good words.

He just said that he went to the marquis's mansion late at night and went straight to the old marquis's yard.

After entering, he asked for people, horses, armor, this and that, and the main thing was, "Old man, whatever you have, I want it."

The old marquis was stunned at first and was about to get furious. What's the matter? Do you think your father is a jujube tree and you pick on me for no reason?

Later I heard that Fu Zhiyi was going to the Northwest to participate in politics.

He immediately smiled, slapped his thigh and said, "This is a good thing."

This stirred up a hornet's nest. The third master jumped up, pointed at the old marquis's nose and asked him what his intentions were.

He only has this one son, and now he is going to the battlefield. How can this be a good thing?

You wouldn't feel sad if his son isn't your own, right?

The old man was going to ignore the third master.

But when I think of Fu Zhiyi's position, my heart starts beating faster.

The glory of the Fu family is coming! As long as the Northwest is victorious this time, the credit for Fu Zhiyi's participation in the politics of Gan Ning Dao in the Northwest will be secured.

Gan Ning, the councilor of Northwest China, is now a third-rank official. After a great victory, he will be rewarded according to his merits and will be promoted to the third-rank official at least. Maybe he can even consider the vacancy of the second-rank official.

Fu Zhiyi is only thirty years old, and by then he will probably be the youngest second-rank official in the history of this dynasty.

If he works harder, he will be able to become a prime minister or a cabinet official, and become a first-rank official in the near future.

Isn't this a good thing?

This is a good thing that the ancestral tomb exploded!

Are the three old fools the only ones who still worry about this and that?

He knows nothing! Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk! Isn't that how the Ningping Marquisate gained its immense wealth?

It’s hard to say, it’s hard to say, is the Fu family going to have another marquis?

The old marquis felt so excited that he could hardly breathe.

Seeing that the third master was still whining, he immediately became impatient.

He immediately cursed the Third Master, saying, "What does he know? This is a rare opportunity to make a contribution!"

The court is stable now, how many years has it been since a war was fought?

This is a rare opportunity that others want but can’t get!

What's more, the councilor of the Northwest Ganning Road does not have to go to the battlefield in person. He can supervise the battle and dispatch the troops from the rear, and his safety is higher than that of the King of Jin.

The emperor is willing to send his own son, Prince Jin, to the front to supervise the war. Why are you reluctant to let him go?