The Humble Family’s Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!
Chapter 766 - 685, Retaking the Second City_1

Chapter 766: Chapter 685, Retaking the Second City_1

After dinner, Defu brought up the sour plum soup that had been chilled with well water early on.

There wasn’t much sour plum soup, just enough for one bowl per person.

In the military, alcohol was prohibited, so after having hotpot, Xiao Yeyang, Yan Wentao, and Yan Wenkai were already very satisfied to be able to have a bowl of chilled sour plum soup.

Wu Dingbo squinted his eyes and ’gulped’ down his sour plum soup in just a few sips, then turned to Xiao Yeyang and the two brothers, saying, "I was wondering what those bags of dried sour plums were for. So they were for making this sour plum soup. You guys really know how to enjoy yourselves."

Hearing this, smiles appeared on the faces of Xiao Yeyang, Yan Wentao, and Yan Wenkai.

It wasn’t that they knew how to enjoy themselves, but that Daohua had been very considerate towards them.

Wu Jingyi finished his sour plum soup and set down his bowl, looking at Xiao Yeyang, "Xiao sir, I’ve come this time to discuss something with you."

Xiao Yeyang glanced at him, "You want to ask about the anti-inflammatory medicine?"

Wu Jingyi nodded, "I’ve been to the medical tent to see the recovery of the injured soldiers. That medicine is really too important for treating the soldiers."

Xiao Yeyang spoke indifferently, "We have known this for a long time, and I understand the intentions of your coming here, Governor Wu. You want to use this medicine extensively in the army, right?"

Wu Jingyi admitted frankly, "Yes, indeed that’s what I think." He sighed, "On the battlefield, blades and swords do not have eyes, and the soldiers get injured too frequently. Once injured, the wounds are prone to infection, leading to high fever, and many soldiers lose their lives because of it."

"It was one thing when there were no alternatives, but now that there is medicine that can treat them, so, I hope you can help them. These soldiers are all greenhorns, many of whom haven’t even married or had children yet."

"Talking more is useless, the medicine is difficult to make!"

Ge Xun suddenly interjected, his tone filled with regret.

As a physician, seeing the wounded soldiers unable to get treated, he was deeply pained as well.

He had seen Yan miss make the medicine with his own eyes, and the process was very intricate, and he still hadn’t been able to memorize the entire production process.

Xiao Yeyang nodded, "Dr. Ge is right, it’s not that we are hoarding and unwilling to give it to the soldiers, it is indeed too difficult to prepare."

If possible, he actually also wished the medicine could be widely used in the army.

Really, the medicine’s effects were excellent, and it was also easy to carry.

On the Northern Frontier grasslands, where insects were plentiful, it was easy to get feverish from being bitten, but taking one pill of this medicine could quickly cure you; wounds from knives or arrows, when treated with this medicine, could also heal faster.

Wu Jingyi was silent for a moment, then tentatively asked, "What if it’s left to the Imperial Medical Bureau to prepare, would that still not work?"

Ge Xun shook his head, "They surely won’t be able to make it."

Wu Jingyi turned to look at Ge Xun, "Dr. Ge, I highly regard your medical skills, but the Imperial Physicians at the Imperial Medical Bureau also have genuine abilities. You shouldn’t be too rash with your words."

Ge Xun smiled and took no offense, "I’m telling the truth; if you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do."

Let’s not talk about anything else, just those glass instruments in miss Yan’s pharmacy, those people at the Imperial Medical Bureau, like him, probably have never even seen them before.

Xiao Yeyang still had things to discuss with his subordinates and had no time to talk more with Wu Jingyi, but seeing that he was genuinely anxious for the welfare of military soldiers, he thought for a moment and said, "When you return to the capital, talk to the elder about this issue, then see what he has to say."

Having said that, he stood up and left.

"We’re busy with other matters and won’t see you out."

Xiao Yeyang left with Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai, and Xiu Xiangchen and Chui Gang immediately came over, "Who is the elder?"

Wu Jingyi gave the two a slanting glance, "...a doctor!" Having said that, he put on an air of unwillingness to talk any more and left the office with Wu Dingbo.

Passing by the front courtyard, they saw three glossy hunting dogs.

Watching the hunting dogs feast in the yard, Wu Dingbo exclaimed, "How is it that here, dogs eat better than humans?"

Xiu Xiangchen went over, affectionately stroked the heads of the three hunting dogs, then cast an annoyed glance at Wu Dingbo, "These are our Jinling Guard’s blessings, what’s the harm in them eating some good food, it’s not as if they’re eating from your home."

Wu Dingbo choked for a moment, his expression somewhat surprised; he had always seen Commander Xiu as quite stingy, yet surprisingly generous when it came to three dogs.

It was then that Chui Gang spoke up, "What blessed general of the Jinling Guard? Are these the Jinling Guard’s dogs? Aren’t they owned by Lord Xiao, Yan Wentao, and Yan Wenkai?"

Xiu Xiangchen retorted, "Those three are not Jinling Guards, true, but their hunting dogs, if you round up a bit, can also be considered part of the Jinling Guard."

Chui Gang, envious, couldn’t take it, "You dare say that to Lord Xiao and the others?"

Xiu Xiangchen snorted and said no more.

...

Because of the matter with the anti-inflammatory medicine, Wu Jingyi stayed a few more days to carefully observe the condition of the wounded soldiers, preparing to report back to the Emperor. He did not have the courage to ask the old master for the recipe, but the Emperor dared.

Little did he know, before he had even left, Chui Gang received urgent news from the Jinling Guard to initiate an attack on Zhongqu City!

Over the past year, Chui Gang and the Jinling Guard had become extremely in sync. As soon as the message arrived, he began to gather his troops.

Seeing that battle was about to erupt, Wu Jingyi didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he changed his clothes, took his trusted aides, and followed behind Chui Gang to take part in the fight.

Thanks to the efficiency of the Jinling Guard, the gates of Zhongqu City flew open and they had already obtained the defensive map of the city beforehand. After fighting for three days and nights, Chui Gang’s forces took control of Zhongqu City.

"It’s a pity we didn’t capture the Eighth Prince," Chui Gang said with regret.

Wu Jingyi, seeing how smoothly the battle went, knew it was all because the Jinling Guard had made all sorts of preparations in advance. Most importantly, they had cut off the Tartars’ reinforcements.

Watching the orderly and swiftly departing Jinling Guard, Wu Jingyi couldn’t help but sigh. It was no wonder the Emperor valued the Jinling Guard so highly; these men were indeed formidable.

In battle, while a strong army was important, intelligence was also indispensable.

A piece of crucial intelligence could reduce casualties among the troops and also bring the conflict to a quicker end.

Just then, one of Wu Jingyi’s trusted aides hurried over, "My lord, something terrible has happened. The young master is missing."

Wu Jingyi’s face changed color, "How could he be missing? Didn’t I want him to stay in the camp?"

Trusted Aide: "After you left, the young master tricked us and then ran out of the camp. We chased him all the way here, but lost track of him."

Wu Jingyi thought about how the Eighth Prince had been operating in the area for over a year and must have left some fallbacks, and instantly felt a knot in his stomach.

His youngest son had been pampered since childhood, and with older brothers and sisters at home, there weren’t a lot of demands placed on him. A boy was raised so naively that he might just have been captured by the Eighth Prince’s men, for all Wu Jingyi knew.

Seeing Wu Jingyi’s anxiety, Chui Gang quickly said, "Don’t worry yet. I’ll send someone to help you look right away."

Wu Jingyi nodded hurriedly and also took his trusted aides to search for his son.

However, before they could even leave the city, a member of the Jinling Guard arrived to inform Wu Jingyi to collect his son.

Following the guard, Wu Jingyi found his son Wu Dingbo in an alleyway, with a wronged expression on his face, seeking comfort by hugging Dog Xiaoqi’s neck. Nearby, several Jinling Guards were dragging several unconscious assassins in black onto a horse cart.

If it hadn’t been for the timely intervention of this dog, the assassins might well have chopped him in half.

Yan Wentao, seeing Wu Jingyi arriving, snapped his fingers, and Dog Xiaoqi promptly let go of Wu Dingbo and wagged his tail as he ran to Yan Wentao’s side.

"Governor Wu, your son is returned to you. We must be off," said Yan Wentao. Before leaving, he glanced at Wu Dingbo, silently shook his head, and remembering that Governor Wu had once trained them, couldn’t help but advise, "This is the frontier, with agents of the Eighth Prince and Tartar spies and operatives lurking everywhere. Don’t run off again. Luck isn’t always on your side."

Knowing it was the Jinling Guard who saved his foolish son, Wu Jingyi thanked Yan Wentao. Once everyone had left, he landed a slap on Wu Dingbo’s head.

"Can’t handle a few assassins, are you even a descendant of the Wu family?"

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