Wei and Jin cooks

Bei Gongchun lived in a small alley, a two-entry house, the kind where only one carriage could pass in front of the door.

And he didn't live alone. The brothers he brought out lived with him. There were more than a dozen bachelors living there, and they didn't even have servants. They were taken care of by their own soldiers.

As soon as he arrived in front of the door, Wu Erlang looked around and immediately sighed: "General Beigong has been wronged."

The guards following Wu Erlang nodded repeatedly.

Unlike Wu Erlang, the guards who followed him out for business were selected from the army to protect the caravan. These people had been on the battlefield with Zhao Hanzhang and had also met Bei Gongchun.

Such a powerful person, their girls were always polite and respectful every time they met, but in the end, they were arranged to live here.

As a general galloping on the battlefield, it is too much to even have two horses abreast of each other in front of the gate!

Wu Erlang personally went to knock on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and a one-eyed man opened the door. There was a scar on his face, and his remaining eye stared at Wu Erlang sharply, "Who are you and who are you looking for?"

Wu Erlang quickly raised his hands and said: "My friend, Wu Erlang, came from Runan County and passed through Chang'an. He heard that General Beigong was here and came here to pay a visit."

He took out a post and stretched it over his head and said: "My master and General Beigong are old acquaintances. Please let me know."

The one-eyed concierge glanced at the post, his expression improved, he reached out to take it, and then closed the door with a bang.

Wu Erlang didn't mind either. He used to be disliked by dogs when walking on the road, but now he's fine. Remembering the girl's instructions, he cheered up with high morale.

The girl said that if we want to find a way to keep Bei Gongchun no matter what, it would be best if we can invite him to Yuzhou. If not, we must help him return to Xiliang. We must not take advantage of King Nanyang.

Originally, what Zhao Hanzhang wanted to say was that the Hou Han Dynasty must not be taken advantage of, because historically Bei Gongchun surrendered to Liu Cong.

However, Zhao Hanzhang does not think this is Bei Gongchun's problem.

Bei Gongchun had a big feud with Liu Cong. He repelled Liu Cong's two attacks on Chang'an. The Huns were extremely afraid of this general. He always wanted to return to Liangzhou, but was always blocked.

But he didn't give up on himself. He took a group of brothers and settled there if he couldn't go back. He devoted himself to the Jin country. If someone hadn't treated him poorly, he wouldn't even be able to protect his brothers, and he wouldn't defy his inner surrender. Liu Cong.

Even after surrendering, the general remained passive and sabotaged. Although he was given a high position by Liu Cong, he never went to war for the Later Han Dynasty. In the end, the Later Han Dynasty was in civil strife, and he still tried to bring order to the chaos, but...

Alas, but these secrets could only be told to Fu Tinghan, and it was impossible to tell Wu Erlang, so she changed the subject and directly replaced King Nanyang.

Wu Erlang heard that his daughter was trying to steal a man from King Nanyang, and he would rather help General Beigong return to Xiliang than take advantage of King Nanyang.

Wu Erlang put King Nanyang on the opposite side, and Bei Gongchun was the important person they needed to win over, so he kept his attitude very low.

The post is from Zhao Hanzhang.

Bei Gongchun didn't expect to see Zhao Hanzhang's post in Chang'an. He was so surprised that after thinking about it for a while, he asked someone to invite him in.

As soon as Wu Erlang entered the lobby, he immediately lifted up his robe and knelt down, "Greetings to the general."

Bei Gongchun shouted hurriedly, frowning slightly: "You belong to General Zhao..."

"The younger one is a slave of the girl's family. I was ordered to go out to do business and earn some money and food for the army." Wu Erlang said humbly: "When I arrived in Chang'an, I heard that the general was here. Everyone in Yuzhou was grateful for the general's life-saving grace. We girls also felt sorry for the general. He is highly respected, so I have the guts to come and harass him."

He turned around and the guards immediately brought up the two boxes.

Wu Erlang bowed and said: "This is a local product brought by the little one from Runan. It is not a good thing, but it is our heart in Yuzhou. Please don't dislike it, general."

When Bei Gongchun heard this, he accepted it without opening it and asked someone to carry him down. He asked carefully, "I later heard that King Donghai sent troops south. I wonder how Yuzhou is doing and how is General Zhao?"

He was trapped in Chang'an, but the news was not well-informed. Although the King of Nanyang retained him, he only allowed him to train and lead troops, so he could not receive many news.

When Wu Erlang heard this, he became more respectful and talked about the story of King Donghai going south in detail.

Knowing that Fu Tinghan was injured in the battle, Bei Gongchun became concerned, "Is Mr. Fu okay?"

It would be a pity for such a powerful person to die on the battlefield.

Wu Erlang hurriedly said: "Da Langjun has recovered. Now our girl is the governor of Yuzhou. The disaster in Yuzhou has been over, and the people have settled down."

Hearing this, Bei Gongchun sighed deeply and said: "With General Zhao's character and ability, it will be a matter of time before the people become stable, but unfortunately it is not necessarily the case in other places."

When Wu Erlang heard this, he immediately answered, "When I entered the city, I saw many refugees outside the city. They set up wooden shacks to live in casually, and there were soldiers who went out of the city to drive them away. That's..."

Bei Gongchun said sadly: "The famine in Chang'an has reached the point of cannibalism. Outside the city, there are refugees with nowhere to go."

When Wu Erlang heard this, he felt a dull pain in his heart when he thought of his past experience, and asked quickly: "Don't the Yamen provide disaster relief?"

"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. King Nanyang has already sold the bronze sacrificial vessels to raise food, but how many people will the food be enough for?" Bei Gongchun's face was bitter. The two thousand soldiers and horses he brought are also here now. I am hungry and can only eat one meal a day, so it is useless to apply for food and grass.

He felt that if he continued like this, he might even miss this meal. What would he do then?

Wu Erlang had no choice. Their girl was good, but he was not. He would just sell the goods and make money and transport it back to Yuzhou to give to the girl. He didn't understand the rest at all.

After feeling sad for a while, Wu Erlang hurriedly inquired, "We girls miss the general very much. If the general is willing to go to Yuzhou, we girls will be very happy."

Bei Gongchun refused. Chang'an was not far from Xiliang. He still hoped that King Nanyang would relent and let him out, so that he could return to his hometown with his soldiers.

Thinking of his relatives and friends at home, Bei Gong's pure gray heart was re-energized, he cheered up, and declined Wu Erlang's proposal.

It was a pity that Wu Erlang could only leave first, and decided to persuade him next time he had the opportunity. If he really couldn't persuade him, he would try to find a way to get him out of seclusion and return to Xiliang.

After Wu Erlang was sent away, Bei Gongchun's subordinates emerged from all corners, "General, I didn't expect General Zhao to still remember you, and even brought you some local products."

Bei Gongchun naturally felt Zhao Hanzhang's sincerity and the other party's eagerness to want him. He said: "We are going back to Xiliang, and Yuzhou is not suitable."

As he spoke, he opened the box casually. The contents in the box were so bright that they blinded Bei Gongchun. He was stunned and speechless for a moment.