Li Mengxi made another improvement in papermaking. He didn't take it as a big deal and went back to sleep.

Guan Yu couldn't sleep again.

If the dark-colored paper before was just finer and tougher than ordinary country paper and not much better, then the white-colored paper made by removing the plant ash and directly using pure potassium hydroxide solids is no better.

Not even a little bit, but it is a high-quality paper that is far beyond ordinary paper.

Nowadays, Guan Yu is not just a martial artist. He is familiar with the art of war, especially the Spring and Autumn Period. He is a full-fledged intellectual. As much as intellectuals are passionate about paper, especially good paper, Guan Yu is equally passionate about paper.

So when another night passed and Li Mengxi got up early in the morning and went to the main hall, he saw that Guan Yu was still busy early in the morning.

As always.

"General Guan, good morning."

Li Mengxi greeted Guan Yu.

When Li Mengxi walked along the wall to the low table, he saw a pile of paper on the low table, a pile of paper that could be considered white in color.

Li Mengxi looked at Guan Yu in surprise, "General Guan, have you stayed up all night again?"

"Never." Guan Yu said.

Li Mengxi couldn't help but chuckle. If he guessed correctly, Guan Yu had not slept for three nights, and he could bear it for three nights.

Li Mengxi greatly admired Guan Yu's abundant energy.

Today is the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month.

When Li Mengxi's papermaking industry was in full swing, southeast of Julu County and within Guangzong County.

During the heavy snowfall, Zhang Fei led a hunting team while hunting, and their footprints had reached the territory of Guangzong.

It was so cold that Zhang Fei even took off his armor and wore only thick clothes to keep out the cold.

As I was walking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

The man was walking slowly and hurriedly when he suddenly saw Zhang Fei and his group from a distance. He stopped and looked this way. He looked up and saw a big flag with the word "Zhang" waving in the wind. The man was delighted.

He ran over quickly.

Zhang Fei saw someone coming from a distance. When he got closer, the man said, "Third General, we are following the order of Duke Xuande and running to help the villagers. We have exhausted all the food we brought, but in the village ahead,

There are still more than a hundred hungry people. I dare to ask the general to help one or two!"

Well, the autumn wind has hit Zhang Fei on the head.

Zhang Fei stared at this man for a long time, and saw that this man was wearing armor and had a gourd hanging from his waist. He was dressed like a military medical officer.

Zhang Fei thought, (When did you run in front of me?)

He said to the medical officer, "There is no food. Are there deer, freshly shot deer?"

Well, since you can't afford rice, why not eat meat? If you don't have rice, you can have venison. Can venison be good? Venison is not just ordinary meat, but a very high-end and luxurious delicacy.

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In Xiwei Village, Dongzhao Township, Guangzong, there are more than a hundred villagers suffering from hunger and cold.

Two days ago, a man came, saying he was a military doctor under Liu Xuande's command in Zhuozhou. The man came. He first treated the villagers, and then said that he had cooked a large vat of gruel with the grain he brought with him. Although the gruel was thin, it was not much, but it was pleasant.

Everyone got a bowl.

The villagers had to donate several meals of food, and were able to have several warm meals.

Today, the military doctor said he would come back in search of some food. He left the village early in the morning and did not come back for a long time.

The villagers may have thought that the military doctor would never come back, or they may have thought that the military doctor would come back only a few days later, but they did not expect that the military doctor would return that same day.

The military doctor was followed by Zhang Fei and several soldiers. Zhang Fei put a sack on his shoulders and carried half a deer, and swaggered to Xiwei Village.

When he arrived at the village, he saw no one at all. Zhang Fei glanced left and right, and shouted impatiently, "Where are the people!"

Squeak~

There was a knock on the door, and the door to the small courtyard next to it opened. An old man with a stooped posture carefully opened the door and looked around with eyes wide open.

As soon as Zhang Fei saw the person, he shouted to the old man, "Where are the people in your village? They all shouted, come here!"

Zhang Fei's voice was naturally loud and ferocious. When he shouted, the old man was so frightened that he closed the door and shrank back.

Zhang Fei was not a strongman and a bandit, but he came to deliver food.

Zhang Fei's credibility was far less effective than that of the military doctor. The military doctor led Zhang Fei into the village and called people from door to door. When the people in the village saw the military doctor, they were not afraid and filed out in droves.

At this moment, the military doctor, a small medical officer, had extraordinary appeal in this unfamiliar place. The tall and powerful Zhang Fei and several capable soldiers were all compared to the military doctor at this moment.

As he went down, Zhang Fei was compared to a coolie carrying meat by the military doctor. The villagers surrounded the military doctor and left, giving Zhang Fei a cold reception.

A small and ordinary military doctor can have such a powerful appeal. This shows how clever the rebel army is in sending military doctors to the countryside.

In a remote and remote area, where the two strangers didn't know each other, the villagers in the countryside could trust a foreign military doctor, but how could they not trust Liu Xuande in Zhuozhou? The reputation was already established, and when the farming began in spring next year, how could the people still be willing to resist?

When he arrived at the house of a big family in the village, he set up a large urn in the yard of the big family. Zhang Fei chopped up half of the deer he had brought, and then threw the venison into the urn with all the bones and meat.

, and then added salt, two handfuls of salt in a row, and then started to cook.

During the entire process, from setting up the pot to lighting the fire to cooking the meat, Zhang Fei ignored the surrounding villagers.

When the meat was cooked, Zhang Fei picked up a piece of meat with a knife and started to eat it happily.

The villagers, old and young, supporting each other with faces full of food, looked eagerly at Zhang Fei as he devoured the meat, making the sound of swallowing saliva.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Fei, after eating and drinking with peace of mind, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and waved to the side, "Military doctor, come here!"

The military doctor quickly stepped forward to obey the order.

Zhang Fei slapped the military doctor on the shoulder hard, pointed at the big urn and said, "Half of the deer is here, I'll give it to you, you can sort it out."

What happened next was that the military doctor distributed half a fan of venison to more than a hundred people in the village. The villagers received relief from the Zhuozhou Rebels one after another and felt deeply grateful to the Zhuozhou Rebels.

At the same time, Liu Xuande's department.

Liu Bei rushed back to Zhuozhou with more than a thousand carts of money and was about to leave Hejian County.

In the heavy snow, Liu Xuande, who was in the van, met an old man who was out collecting firewood on the road.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The old man collecting firewood blocked the road and asked Liu Bei if he wanted a basket.

The weather was so cold that Liu Bei just thought that the old man was in trouble, thinking that the old man wanted to sell the basket in exchange for some rice to survive.

Liu Bei dismounted and his relatives arrived, "Here, bring me the money."

He handed over a small money bag.

Liu Bei took out a handful of money from his wallet, stepped forward and put the money into the old man's hand.

"Uncle, I bought this basket. Snow, please come back early." After that, Liu Bei thought about it, asked for some pancakes from his relatives, and forced them to the old man.

Then, Liu Bei abandoned the old man and left in a hurry.

The march was urgent and the weather was cold, so Liu Bei did not want to delay on the road for a moment.

It wasn't until a long time after parting with the old man selling baskets that Liu Bei, who was leading the way, suddenly realized. He was still a little confused as to why the old man came to sell baskets. Liu Bei suddenly understood.

It must have been before, on the way to ask for the Yellow Turban, the traveling caravan was looking for shopping supplies. At that time, the basket was also being purchased. The old man must have sold the basket to the traveling caravan before, so they met on the roadside this time.

, the old man took the initiative to greet him.

Liu Xuande couldn't help but look back. Behind him was the long Zizhong team. The old man had long since disappeared. Liu Bei couldn't help but smile.

It is said that benevolence and righteousness spread everywhere wherever they go. The former army marched across the border. Although they did not perform any righteous deeds along the way, the traveling caravans were strictly disciplined, their transactions were fair, and their bids were generous. At that time, benevolence and righteousness were not carried out, but at least Zhuozhou was

The credibility of the rebels was established.

Otherwise, when the common people see the soldiers and horses, they won't be able to hide in time, so they dare to get together and block the way.

That is to say, only after seeing Liu Bei's flag did the old man dare to try to negotiate.

Besides, the old man selling the baskets went home after selling the baskets. On the side, the Zhuozhou Army's Zizhong convoy passed by one by one, each going his own way without any interruption.

The old man looked at the disappearing motorcade and said to himself, looking at the formation, he must have won a great victory.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but walked to the middle of the road, stopped a soldier, and asked, "Master, did you win the battle? Can you drive away the Yellow Turbans?"

The stopped soldier snorted disdainfully, "Of course we won! The Yellow Turbans? Humph! Not only did they drive away, we wiped out all the Yellow Turbans!"

An army that has repeatedly won battles really has a boost to morale. It has only been less than a month since this soldier joined the rebel army. He himself was also a Yellow Turban soldier and a Yellow Turban prisoner. But after joining the rebel army, he won successive victories, so much so that when talking about fighting against

During the Yellow Turban War, this soldier forgot that he was once a member of the Yellow Turban Army. Not only that, he was also extremely arrogant.

When the old man selling baskets heard that the Zhuozhou Army had indeed won a great victory, he smiled. It was the Zhuozhou Army who won, and Liu Xuande who won. The old man was happy for Liu Bei. He was holding a lot of money tightly in his hand.

The pancakes in his arms were held tighter, and as he walked home, the old man's steps became a little brisker.

There is always good news when meeting people from the Zhuozhou Army. A broken basket was sold for a lot of money, as well as a few pancakes.

How could the old man not know the price of the basket? He was a stranger and neither a relative nor an acquaintance, so Liu Bei gave him more money and cakes. This act of kindness made the old man think in his heart that he was a man of benevolence and righteousness all the way home.

It was done, and the Zhuozhou Rebels not only spread their credibility, but also their reputation for benevolence and righteousness.
Chapter completed!