After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Seven days later, outside Shanhaiguan, King Di, who had stationed 300,000 troops to prepare for an internal and external alliance with Aqige, received a message sent by eagle:

Please ask me about my king's health and may God bless you.

The western army led by Prince Wuying was blocked in Baoanzhou City.

On the night of the 13th, the army broke through the pass.

On the 14th, Xuanfu was conquered.

On the 15th, they attacked Bao'an City. They first encountered a wind dragon, which resulted in more than 4,000 casualties. Then they encountered a hailstorm, which resulted in more than 16,000 casualties. Then they encountered a rainstorm, which resulted in more than 20,000 people being frostbitten.

On the 16th the army attacked again but was caught in a thunderstorm, resulting in 10,000 casualties and 6,000 missing.

On the 17th, Prince Wuying personally commanded a cannon to attack the city, but the barrel exploded, unfortunately igniting the gunpowder depot. More than a thousand people were killed or injured, and Prince Wuying was shot in the eye.

On the 18th, Prince Wuying challenged the barbarian general Cao Wenzhao, but his weapon suddenly broke and he lost three fingers. In the next battle, Cao Wenzhao showed no martial ethics and attacked the prince in the crotch. The prince retreated and is still recovering.

On the 19th, the army retreated to Xuanfu and encountered a sandstorm, with more than 4,000 people missing. Cao Wenzhao followed and attacked, burning the food supplies.

The army has suffered heavy casualties recently, and the food and fodder obtained in Xuanfu is less than two days' needs. I implore King Di to make a decision as soon as possible.

Signed: Deputy General Hao Fang.

After reading this, King Di was so angry that his hands were shaking. He said angrily: "Brother Aqi is incompetent!"

……

The news of the extremely strange victory in the attack and defense of Baoan Prefecture reached the capital.

Gao Qiqian's 80,000 troops from the four battalions of the capital, who had been hiding in Changping and dared not leave the city, not only left the city, but also flew from Changping to the front line of Bao'an Prefecture in two days, and brought back a victory report, killing 500 Di captives.

I don’t know where the Di Lu heads came from when the battle hadn’t even started.

No matter what happened on the front line, one certain fact is that the Di Lu army temporarily retreated.

The chaos at the dock eased a little, and the canal boats were unloading and transporting goods as needed.

The brothels were brightly lit all night long, with flutes playing and dancing going on.

Quick-mouthed Liu has prepared his new storytelling: "General Cao fights the man-eating monster Aqi Ge", and the content is even less interesting than the last time.

Various shops also opened their doors to welcome customers, and the dock returned to its former bustle.

Among them, the steamed bun shop is the most popular.

Every day before dusk, a man would come to the door and grin, "Shopkeeper, how many steamed buns can you make tomorrow morning?"

If the shopkeeper says two hundred, he will ask for two hundred.

If the shopkeeper says four hundred, he will ask for four hundred.

In short, no matter how much the store can make, he wants it all.

And the next day at dawn, he would come on time to pick up the steamed buns, and he would pay promptly without bargaining or asking for credit.

The only strange thing is that the people who come every day are different.

Sometimes he is a white-haired old man, sometimes he is an elegant scholar, sometimes he is a young girl, and sometimes he is a majestic official.

At the same time, another thing was spreading like wildfire at the dock.

The abandoned Fish God Temple on the north side of the pier was suddenly converted into the Green Ox Immortal Temple, and it is very effective, especially for those who pray for food.

There were refugees who had no food or clothing and had just prayed for food in the temple when steamed buns fell from the sky on their way out.

There are not just one or two such examples, but many.

Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and more and more refugees and beggars went to the Qingniu Immortal Temple.

The small temple, which was originally overgrown with weeds and dilapidated and almost collapsed, became popular in just three or five days.

……

The sun sets in the west.

The last steamed bun flew into the sky, drew an arc several miles long, and hit a drowsy beggar in the corner.

Qin He clapped his hands and ended a busy day.

After painstaking efforts, his meritorious deeds finally began to reap rewards.

Throw out thousands of steamed buns every day and gain thousands of merits.

After five or six days, I had accumulated more than 20,000 merits.

Compared to Xianyun Temple where one can reap the merits by simply dropping a plague pill, it is much harder, but this is a matter of method and there is room for improvement, so it is not important.

The important thing is that the reputation of the Qingniu Immortal Temple has spread.

Driven by the refugees and beggars, many people at the dock also began to go to the Immortal Temple to worship the gods, and there was quite a lot of content.

Qin He took out his magic little notebook and screened through the items one by one to see if there was anything he could solve easily.

As an immortal, you can't just give out steamed buns. That's too monotonous. After ten days or half a month, you might become a steamed bun immortal.

Not nice.

The most important thing is that the refugees and beggars have nothing. The merits they have earned are taken away by themselves. What will happen to the temple? It's almost collapsed. What will happen to Lai Fu? He's almost starving to death.

Only when the people offer offerings can the Qingniu Immortal Temple truly become prosperous.

The magical little notebook records the wishes of the sincere ones:

First, Aunt Liu from Laoan Lane prayed for the safety of her eldest son who was guarding the border.

Qin He shook his head. This one was illogical and difficult to implement.

The second one is that Uncle Qin at the entrance of the alley prays for a remarriage.

Qin He still shook his head, thinking that he had visited the wrong temple.

The third one is about Zhang the butcher who kills pigs and prays to find his lost pigs.

Too much trouble.

Article 4. Miao Yongde, the boss of the cattle business, prays for good luck and wealth.

Too general.

Article 5: The wife of Mr. Wang, the owner of the tailor shop, has not been pregnant for many years. Is she praying for a child?

This is unethical to help.

Article 6: Grandma Huang’s son is frail and bedridden. Pray for his recovery.

This one is finally suitable.

After turning a corner, Qin He went to Grandma Huang's house.

Grandma Huang, with her clothes patched up, was picking vegetables in the yard. She moved slowly and carefully. Her rough hands were covered with calluses like scratches. In front of her was a pile of lush green winter melons.

The surroundings of the house, even in the small yard, are full of vegetables, such as winter lilies, mallows, and radishes. There are also rows of upside-down wooden boxes in the corners, with leeks and bean sprouts sticking out from the gaps.

The room was simple, with medicine simmering on the stove, a pale young man lying on the bed, and a simple bookshelf filled with frayed books.

The poor mother and son depend on each other for survival.

This is the most ordinary family in troubled times. It is already difficult for them to live in peace. Even a little disturbance is enough to make this family fall apart.

Qin He shook his head, took out a marrow cleansing pill, pinched off a little bit of the medicine skin from it, and fed it to the young man.

It was visible to the naked eye that grayish-white impurities began to seep out of the young man's skin, and his pale face began to show a hint of blood color.

Done, call it a day.

……

He walked back humming a song with his hands behind his back. On the surface of the canal, a huge fleet was dispersing and docking. Soldiers from the Five Cities Military Division were dispatched to clear the docked ships of various canal gangs and were arranging a place for the fleet to dock.

Countless porters were busy unloading the cargo at great speed, stepping on the bouncing horizontal wooden bars, and the supervisors were waving whips with cracking sounds.

There is a war on the front line, and the food and supplies shipped from the south have arrived. The dock is endless to the south.

Qin He was light and airy. He didn't know when he had gotten used to this dock and liked the smell of it.

Busy and bustling, the world of red dust rolls on, carrying the breath of the nine provinces of the world, spreading accents from all corners of the world, with joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, human sufferings, and countless stories.

However, Qin He's lightness did not last long. When he returned to the crematorium, he became a part of the crowd at the dock.

worry!

The two animals in the house started fighting again.