Wei Yangmou

Xuzhou's climate is milder than Qingzhou's, but Sang Hongyang is used to staying in Chang'an, but he is still not used to it. After the first snowfall, he rarely leaves his tent, and spends his days huddling on the bed to warm up. However, even so, he still caught a cold for no reason, and had a fever for two days in a row.

Sang Hongyang tossed and turned in worry, fearing that his illness would not recover, and he would be sent to the isolation area full of inhuman and ghostly things. He couldn't eat or sleep, and he lost a lot of weight.

Wei Qing took time out of his busy schedule to visit him, he was taking the medicine painstakingly, scratching his face because he thought the medicine was bitter.

However, Dr. He still has acupuncture and moxibustion skills. He doesn't need to drink medicine, but he is afraid of pain.

Dr. He was stunned by his shouting, and he put away his hands in embarrassment, not daring to mention this matter again.

Wei Qing couldn't help laughing at him: "You are so promising, you won't bother your husband and wife to drink medicine."

Mrs. Wei is only eight years old, but she already has the air of being a father. In the past, she was meticulous and serious in her work. She went out for training with the army every day and was never late. Even though she was a child, even the school captains dared not It's easy to joke with him.

However, even so, Wei Qing is still not very satisfied with him, because this child puts all his heart on his younger brother, except for training every day, holding the older child and never letting go, he is more conscientious than Wei Qing, a father many.

Wei Qing has a whole body of skills that he wants to pass on to him, but Wei and his wife are only willing to learn some martial arts, and are not interested in military strategy at all. Speaking of it, they just hate wasting time and worry about his little brother.

Wei Qing hated iron for being weak, but Sang Hongyang didn't feel it. Whenever he thought of those three children, he would always secretly scold Wei Qing. He was so relieved that he didn't care about anything even if they were all underage. Mrs. Wei is sensible, but whether the little one can survive is still a question.

However, just hearing the name of Mrs. Wei, I also know that Wei Qing and his deceased wife are very affectionate, and it is normal to vent their anger, but the child is pitiful, and he obviously doesn't know anything.

The more Sang Hongyang thought about it, the more he felt that seeing Wei Qing was not pleasing to the eye, so he yawned and waved his hand in distaste: "Go ahead, he's so big, he's an eyesore."

Wei Qing didn't know why he was annoying him again, and he didn't bother with him, he waved his hands and said, "The Chinese New Year is coming up in a few days, Jiaodong sent things over, and the army is full of rough men, so they don't care about it." I know what is written on those lists, I have to trouble you to take a look."

Sang Hongyang stared at him with rounded eyes.Pointing at himself in disbelief: "I look like this, you can even open your mouth?"

Wei Qing snorted on Sang Hong's sheep's head with his big palm, as if he thought the words were very interesting, he couldn't help laughing: "A big man, what's wrong with getting a little cold? It's not a big deal if you die."

Sang Hongyang was choked enough, knowing that Wei Qing was such a rough guy, it was useless to reason.

Immediately, I envied Han Yan very much in my heart. Although Liu Che was more domineering, he really knew the cold and the hot.

Although he was reluctant, Sang Hongyang still had to get up, wrapped two cotton coats, and put on two layers of cloaks, then his eyes fell on the quilt on the bed, and he wanted to put it on his body as well.

But thinking about using his hands for a while, he couldn't hold the quilt, so he had to give up. Even so, he almost wrapped himself into a ball, and when he walked out, he trembled with every step.

A rabbit's head with fangs soon emerged from the quilt, and the thing looked at Sang Hongyang, then shrank back.

Wei Qing couldn't stop laughing behind him, Sang Hongyang turned his head and gave him a contemptuous look, he really has never seen the world, is this too much?

As soon as the curtain of the tent was opened, there was a bitter cold wind blowing towards him. Before Sang Hongyang felt how cold it was, he wanted to shiver subconsciously. After the trembling, he saw Mrs. Wei holding a bowl of noodles towards him. It seemed that he was about to come in, but he quickly gave way.

"Go in first, I'm going to do something now, you play."

Mrs. Wei took a look at him, nodded, and walked past him without saying a word. The soup in his hand was very fragrant. When he walked past Sang Hongyang, he sniffled involuntarily. , then turned around and walked back.

"What are you doing? It smells so good..."

Mrs. Wei's voice was very flat, with almost no fluctuation: "I made chicken soup for Deng'er, and brought a bowl to my husband."

Now the brothers Mrs. Wei and Wei Buyi follow Sang Hongyang to read and study, so they call him Mr. Sang Hongyang on weekdays.

Sang Hongyang fell in love with Mrs. Wei's expression of warm words with a stiff face, and hugged him and rubbed him: "I'm sick now, so I can't go to see Deng'er. You take good care of him. Whatever you want from me, just take it if you like it.”

Mrs. Wei thanked him in a low voice, turned to look at Wei Qing, and said without saying anything, "My husband and I will leave first."

Sang Hongyang patted his head: "Good boy, go quickly."

As soon as Mrs. Wei left, he turned his head and glared at Wei Qing: "Is there such a father as you?"

Wei Qing was scolded for no reason, how else could he raise the child?

Sang Hongyang held the bowl of chicken soup, inhaled greedily, stirred it with a spoon, drank a couple of sips, and then slowly ate the meat inside.

Wei Qingchu was next to him, he could only smell the smell, and thought, this kid is really unfilial, he only knows how to give soup to Sang Hongyang, but he has no share for himself.

Sang Hongyang glanced at him, saw that his complexion was a little uglier than before, and immediately understood what he was thinking, and said with a sneer, "You don't even have a good face when you see someone, and you still want to drink soup?"

Wei Qing was so helpless that he was squeezed by him, and he slapped Sang Hongyang on the head: "Drink yours quickly, go and receive it after drinking, and order another group of people to come out, pick out a batch of the trophies we seized and send them up." .”

Sang Hongyang responded casually, gnawed the meat in his hand slowly, threw the bone on the low table, stretched himself and walked out.

There was still more than half of the bowl left, with a few pieces of white and tender meat, Wei Qing knew at a glance that it was left for him by the kid, so he didn't dislike it, so he picked it up and took a sip, probably to take care of the young child. Not enough salt, but even so, the taste is quite good.

Wei Qing couldn't help boasting, and then was slightly taken aback. Mrs. Wei is not yet eight years old, but she can already make such chicken soup.

Is his father really dereliction of duty...

Sang Hongyang checked the list outside. He was naturally sensitive to numbers. It took others two or three days to proofread things. Even if he was sick, it only took two hours.

However, these two hours have passed, and it is really enough for him. He simply ordered that the things are all right, hand them over.His legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

A hand was stretched out from behind, inserted under his armpit, and lifted him up.

"It has been said for a long time that you will go out with me."

Don't talk about the voice, just because it sounds unpleasant at all, you will know who it is. Sang Hongyang rolled his eyes weakly: "If you have time to talk nonsense, you might as well send me to the camp."

Wei Qing shook his head, feeling that the child's temper was getting worse.

However, he only dared to take this complaint to heart, because Sang Hongyang still had the name of supervising the army, aside from this, the other party's mouth became sharp, and Wei Qing couldn't stand it.

"Okay, okay, go back and have a rest first, I just have dinner instead, and I have to count the spoils later, so I should take a rest."

Sang Hongyang's words were not enough for Sang Hongyang in the name of being thoughtful, and almost as soon as he finished speaking, Sang Hongyang raised his foot and stomped on him fiercely.

Wei Qing looked at his boots and smiled helplessly.

Compared with Mr. Wei's craftsmanship, the big pot of rice in the barracks was really inferior, but when he saw that there was nothing in the soup bowl he left at noon, Sang Hongyang didn't say anything.

The two ate together, Wei Qing ate quickly and a lot, three bowls of rice went in, and Sang Hongyang only ate half a bowl.

Even though they had eaten together so many times, Sang Hongyang still couldn't adapt to Wei Qing's speed. Every time he watched it, he was amazed.

Every time Wei Qing saw Sang Hongyang eating, he always felt that his bowl of rice seemed to be too much, and he couldn't eat it all.

The speed of the two is obviously very inconsistent, but they prefer to eat together. Sang Hongyang is doing it for his little thought, but Wei Qing doesn't know why.

Sure enough, Wei Qing dragged him to the warehouse after dinner. The troops stationed in various places were not in good shape, but the official temple had accumulated a large amount of wealth, and there were countless gold, jade and bronze wares. They had been sent to Jiaodong once a month ago. Liu Che never thought that this would happen. Therefore, he issued an order to Wei Qing that [-]% of the property seized in various places should be reserved for civilian use, [-]% for backup, [-]% for military use, and only [-]% should be handed over.

The Jiaodong Mansion allocates food and military salaries every month, and the [-]% of the money is reserved for Wei Qing as a reward.

When Wei Qing received the decree, he was so moved that he burst into tears, and wished he could swear to the heavens that he would sell all the descendants of the Wei family to Liu Che as slaves.

However, Liu Che didn't have much interest in Wei Qing's three children. Although each of them has some talents, they are only mediocre.To put it bluntly, he does not lack such talents.

Wei Qing didn't know that there was such a meaning hidden under his kind and generous appearance, he was still grateful, and called his three children to Haosheng to preach loyalty to the emperor and patriotism.

Forty percent of the trophies were counted out, and all the large items that were not easy to pawn in exchange for property were loaded into the cart, and it took most of the night to enter all the things into the booklet, and the second day had to be counted again. In order not to make a mistake, a copy of all the loot booklets must be sent to Jiaodong.

Liu Che delegated authority generously, and they also had to reassure others that they did not fill their pockets.

After re-sealing the warehouse, Sang Hongyang was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, and he went crookedly towards the camp. Wei Qing helped him: "Look at you, I'll take you back."

Sang Hongyang waved his hand: "No, I have to go and see the three of them."

Wei Qing was startled, and then laughed: "You sir, you are as worried as their mother."

Sang Hongyang gave Wei Qing a sad look, thinking, who made me fall in love with their father.