Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

In response, Zhao Yian issued two tasks in total.

The first task of the main line is to save Xiao's life and reward 3000 points for merit.

The second mission of the main line is to avenge him. The merit reward is 15,000 points. The completion of the mission depends on Zhao Yi'an's satisfaction.

It is now 15 years in Guangde. In two days, Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu will command the army to conquer Tatar. In five years, Zhao Yijing will return with Xing Xiaoya.

At that time, Meng Zezhi was only seventeen years old, and he was just an awkward concubine in the backyard of the Song State Government’s mansion, who was in an embarrassing situation without his biological mother. As the saying goes, it is very difficult to complete these two tasks.

But it is not impossible to operate.

He is not capable, but one person must have it.

You know, for today, Meng Zezhi has been dormant for five years.

Thinking of this, Meng Zezhi's eyebrows drooped slightly. He said, "Nanny, didn't the sewing room sent a new robe a few days ago? I want to wear it to Huguo Temple."

"New robe?" He was a little embarrassed. It was a dress cut out of three hundred taels of silver brocade. Although it was leftover from the year before, she originally wanted to save it to Meng Zezhi on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet. Worn.

It is not that the Xiao clan treats his concubine harshly. According to the rules of the Guogong Mansion, each concubine has a nanny, a maid, and a small servant. The monthly allowance is two taels of silver, and there are two outfits for seasonal clothes. Two catties of meat a day, three catties of vegetables, half a catty of tofu, three catties of rice, two catties of white noodles, two ounces of sugar, two catties of charcoal (two catties in summer, five catties in winter), 4 candles, and two or two teas a month—this is OK It also includes the rations of the maid Xiaosi who is next to them.

On this basis, the aunt’s share of the law is doubled, the concubine is five times, and the wife is six times.

Of course, even though it is so stipulated on the bright side, this person is different, and the things he gets are naturally different. Take meat as an example. Meng Zezhi eats pork and fish the most every day. Chicken, duck, mutton...it’s not a problem to eat it in a different way. You can eat beef often.

Another example is tea. What Meng Zezhi received was two taels of silver and a catty of Chen tea, but all he drank in the main room was tribute tea from the palace.

Not to mention that the Xiao family and those aunts held some dowry or private property in their hands, and their lives couldn't be better.

That is to say, Meng Zezhi, living by this monthly rule, will inevitably be stretched.

It's just that He's changed his mind. It's hard to make a trip. If she doesn't dress better, her young master should be laughed at by other young masters again.

"It's the spirit of dressing up, let Grandpa Guo take a good look... This time the grandpa goes out, I don't know when he will be back..." He cried babblingly.

Meng Zezhi smiled and said nothing.

He wants to wear new clothes, but simply feels that today is a good day and should be the occasion.

When you get to the place, people are almost there.

Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu’s backyard is not unbelievably huge. There are eleven aunts (little concubines) who are registered and alive. They were rewarded by the emperor, given by those who fudged, exchanged with friends and colleagues, and bought from Goulan Yard. ...Everything, not to mention those obscure maids.

These aunts gave birth to 14 concubines and six concubines to Zhao Lingwu, the youngest of whom was just able to walk on the ground.

Because Zhao Lingwu and Zhao Yijing are about to set off on Tartar, they are praying for the soldiers on the expedition. Naturally, such a big event will be sent out by the whole family.

As a result, the streets outside the gate of the mansion were not crowded with servants and carriages.

He looked at the beautifully dressed aunts and ladies, and at the brightly dressed and vigorous young masters, he couldn't help but be grateful that he didn't really let Meng Zezhi go out wearing old clothes.

Song Guogong Zhao Lingwu came late, followed by Xiao Clan and Zhao Yijing.

Zhao Lingwu had just passed his fiftieth birthday last year. He was burly and handsome, with a pinch of goatee on his chin. Perhaps he had been in a high position for a long time, and he was majestic.

Xiao's age was a bit younger than him, about forty-two or three. He looked very peaceful. Because of the proper care, the years did not leave too many marks on her body.

The most dazzling of the three is Zhao Yijing, who is twenty-three years old this year, with a stalwart figure, a bronze complexion, and a carved face with distinct facial features, perfectly inheriting Zhao Lingwu's appearance. He wears a jade hairpin in his hair bun, an agarwood moiré woven gold silk robe, and a white jade belt around his waist. A piece of beautiful jade is tied at the bottom left of the jade belt. To facilitate horse riding, he wears a pair of white deerskin boots on his feet.

The vigorous appearance instantly turned the other people present into green leaves.

Zhao Yikang's face went dark and he snorted softly. It was Aunt Xu who was beside him pulling him when he saw it. Then he curled his lips and put away the dissatisfaction on his face.

Zhao Yijing saw in his eyes, a touch of sarcasm flashed across his face, motionless like a mountain.

——Zhao Yijing used to have a fiancée. The wife was a prostitute of the Runan Hou family, who was only two months younger than Zhao Yijing. When the two were young, they decided on a baby kiss, and after discussing it, Zhao Yijing would get married as soon as he was sixteen.

As a result, Zhao Yijing's front foot was just over sixteen years old, and the back foot of the woman's family was one after another dead, grandparents, uncles, and biological mothers. Finally guarded, the woman was gone.

In this way, Zhao Yijing became an older leftover man in a practical sense.

Of course, this does not mean that Zhao Yijing is still a boy. As far as Meng Zezhi knows, the Xiao clan put people in Zhao Yijing's room when he was fifteen years old, and the four big maids around him all had to wait until the mistress entered the door to be taken as aunts.

Meng Zezhi has always wondered what kind of psychology the heroines in those romantic novels have when they dismiss the hero as a rotten cucumber, and try to get in front of others.

Wait, this focus is not right—

It is conceivable that when Xing Xiaoya enters the gate of the government, what a storm will be like.

Everyone greeted each other: "Father, Mrs. Guo's eldest brother..."

Song Guogong nodded slightly: "Are everyone here?"

The steward immediately bowed and said, "My father-in-law is here."

"Then go."

With that, under the guidance of their servants, Song Guogong and Zhao Yijing turned on their horses.

Meng Zezhi got into a sedan chair with the nurse, and the maid Ningdong followed outside.

After an hour and a half, the mighty team finally arrived at Huguo Temple.

The host personally greeted him at the gate of the mountain.

After worshipping Buddha, Song Guogong stood up, waved his big hand, gave up the sesame oil money of eight thousand taels, and gave the host another two thousand taels, and asked for two hundred sticks of pagoda incense. Ask someone to watch them, one stick after another. Point until he finishes the battle.

Xiao Clan gave away three thousand taels and helped Zhao Yijing to give another one thousand taels.

When I arrived at Yi Ganyi Niang's concubine, except for Xu Yiniang's family who gave up five hundred taels of four, the rest were tens of taels to hundreds of taels.

Meng Zezhi looked helpless.

He is a student of Taoism, and now he worships the Buddha.

But this is also no way. Who wants him to use other people's feng shui treasures now?

Thinking of this, he took a bulging purse from the nurse He's hand and threw it into the merit box next to the altar.

After doing this, Song Guogong and his son were invited by the host to have tea in the Zen room. When everyone saw this, they all dispersed.

"Madam, I heard from the monks in the monastery that the sweet-scented osmanthus in the back mountain of the monastery is blooming, why don't we go and see it too?" Madam Zheng said while helping the Xiao family to walk out.

Xiao's hand touched the eyelid of his left eye, frowning slightly: "Mother Zheng, since I entered Huguo Temple, my eyelids have been jumping, what's wrong with you?"

Madam Zheng looked up at her with surprise on her face: "Madam, this is a good thing. It is not often said by the folks that the left eye jumps auspicious, and the right eye jumps fiercely. Maybe this is the reminder of God. Will come home in a big victory."

"That's for sure." Xiao Shi said immediately.

It's just that even though he said that, Xiao's holding his tight chest still felt something was wrong.

Seeing that Xiao Clan was not in the state, the corner of Mother Zheng's eyes swept across the lottery not far away, and her eyes lit up: "Madam, let's go and ask for a lottery."

"Alright." Xiao nodded.

The two immediately walked to the sign booth.

"Amitabha." The old monk in front of the sign stand bowed and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Master." Xiao's hands clasped his hands together in return.

"Donor please."

Xiao immediately picked up the pickpot, and after shaking it a few times, a bamboo stick fell out.

I only saw the words "Up, Up, Eight" written on the bamboo sticks.

Xiao's face loosened, picked up the bamboo stick and handed it to the old monk.

The old monk didn't ask what Xiao Clan asked for, and directly found a signature from the cabinet behind him based on the number on the bamboo stick and handed it to Xiao Clan.

The Xiao family took a look: "I work hard and want to succeed. When the flowers bloom, there is a gust of wind; Xijun can only take advantage of it, and hope that there will be no red in the east."

The sign means that there is no effort to work, and disaster is coming. Fortunately, there is a silver lining to the help of the nobles.

The Xiao clan read the sign in silence again, and was shocked, but it was hard to hide doubts on the face. How could such a sign be signed? She looked up at the old monk, but the moment she met the old monk's eyes, the sky turned around— —

"Mother, tiger poison can't eat children. Even if you don't like Xiaoya anymore, the child in her belly is your grandson, why do you want to harm her again and again..."

After finally getting over the fascinating Xiao, she saw her precious son burst into tears as soon as he opened his eyes, his eyes were wide and his entire face rose to a purple-red appearance.

The Xiao clan was immediately stunned, and the next moment, memories poured into her sea of ​​knowledge like a tide.

"Shizi, what nonsense are you talking about?" Madam Zheng frowned, and Zhao Yijing couldn't help but believe that her wife had harmed Xing Xiaoya's attitude, which is really chilling.

"The madam did not sleep all night last night. She only fell asleep at dawn. The old slave couldn't bear to wake her up, so she didn't make an announcement. The old slave also told the wife of the world the truth, and tried to persuade her to go back several times, but she insisted on staying. Waiting in the yard for Madam to wake up, he also told us not to wake Madam. Now she has something wrong, but the blame is on Madam..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yijing slapped Madam Zheng to the ground. He opened his eyes angrily and pointed to Madam Zheng: "But after Xiaoya's original remarks were clearly told by you, she said she was asking her to wait. For a moment, the madam was washing herself. As a result, she was waiting for more than an hour, and you just let her stand in the ice and snow, regardless. In the end, the flirty lady fell asleep again and sent her away."

"She talks nonsense." Mother Zheng covered her face with a look of irritation, and then suddenly said: "It must be she who wants to avenge his wife, so she deliberately planted, poisonous woman, poisonous woman..."

Zhao Yijing laughed angrily: "You mean, just because of the little sesame garlic peel of the past, Xiaoya would not hesitate to catch the child in her stomach. If you say this, do you believe it?"

Mother Zheng hesitated for a moment, and then she looked firm: "If it's someone else, I don't believe it, if it's Xing Xiaoya, I believe it. My son, Madam is your mother, how can you not believe her?"

"How do you want me to believe her, have you forgotten, how did Xiaoya lose the first child in her belly?" Zhao Yijing said with red eyes and a low growl.

When Xing Xiaoya had an accident, he was the one who made people conceal the truth of the matter, in order to retaliate against Xiao. Therefore, there are not many people who know the truth of the matter. Even Xiao himself thought that she had treated Xing Xiaoya harshly, which led to Xing Xiaoya's abortion.

Later, the Xiao family was unexpectedly sent to the Buddhist hall by Song Guogong.

Madam Zheng said: "This, this is not..."

Zhao Yijing said angrily: "It's all for this. You still want to quibble, come, pull them out, beat them, beat me hard until they are willing to tell the truth."

After speaking, a team of nursing homes rushed in, grabbed the maids present and dragged them to the benches in the yard, and fought hard.

The screams kept coming.

"what……"

"Madam...help, madam..."

At this moment, the Xiao clan finally eased her mind. She forgot Huguo Temple, forgot to sign the text, and completely replaced herself in the role of "Xiao clan".

She staggered and rushed out of the room, seeing the scene in the yard, staring into tears: "What are you doing?"

The two nurseries stopped her with expressionless hands.

Zhao Yijing was unmoved.

Seeing that the voice of Madam Zheng became weaker and weaker, the Xiao family was embarrassed and burst into tears: "Zhao Yijing, if you still recognize me as a mother, let them go."

Hearing this, Zhao Yijing's body trembled.

At this moment, someone finally couldn't help but call: "Don't fight, don't fight, I said, I said..."

Xiao's expression stagnated.

The maid was immediately pulled to Zhao Yijing by the nursing home.

She was out of breath, her nose and tears muffled: "When Mrs. Shizi came, the lady said, if it weren't for this village woman, how could the Shizi stray from her... How could a lady of the state government fall away? At this point...she dared to send it to the door, and let her stay in the yard. It's best to freeze to death..."

Hearing this, Zhao Yijing's body was shaky.

"She, she's nonsense..." Madam Zheng shouted in pain with her last effort.

Before Xiao Clan came back to his senses, Song Guogong, who was present at the scene, looked depressed. He looked at Xiao Clan, "You disappointed me too much."

This was clearly said to the Xiao family, but in fact it was said to Zhao Yijing.

He is the most thorough person in this mansion, after all, these wicked debts are due to him. He also knew that Zhao Yijing was pushing the palace against him, because he was dissatisfied that he released the Xiao family from the Buddhist hall, but Zhao Yijing shouldn't bring people into the Xiao family's courtyard, and even treat the Xiao family's maidservant. Moved. If this is spread out and an unfilial hat is buckled, his life will be over.

In this case, the yard full of people will not be able to stay.

He naturally stood on Zhao Yijing's side. After all, he had many women, but there was only one son he liked.

He also feels guilty, but it's all about it, and it doesn't matter if he is guilty.

Seeing Song Guogong, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, Xiao's eyes suddenly shot a bright light, but before she could speak, he heard Song Guogong say: "Come here, send your wife to the family temple."

Hearing this, Xiao clan was struck by thunder, followed by the darkness in front of him, and passed out.

The author has something to say:

Xiaozisu (looks at Meng Zezhi's lower body): I swear I have never disliked it.