The most arrogant in history

Chapter 135: Can’t defeat the emperor.

"You're wrong. I like beautiful boys like you."

Ye Kun rolled his eyes, walked forward to help the two girls up, looked them over, and said with a smile: "No need to make the bed or fold the quilt, you go back to the team first, I will arrange for you to learn a skill in the future."

The two girls nodded and returned to the team.

Ye Kun instructed Yan Liuhai: "Set up camp on the spot. Arrange the women's camp first, then the men's camp. Provide food and grass, and let everyone cook for themselves. Tomorrow morning, I will select a site at the southern foot of Xiping Mountain to build a new village. If anyone is sick, arrange for a military doctor to treat them."

Yan Liuhai nodded and assigned 500 soldiers to help the refugees set up camp.

Ye Kun ordered his personal soldiers: "From the mending camp, transfer 500 sets of old clothes, one for each woman, and let them adjust them by themselves. In addition, give them some needles and thread, and let them mend their own clothes."

The two old men who led the team knelt on the ground and kowtowed, tears streaming down their faces: "Master Ye, we can finally survive because we met you."

Ye Kun helped the old man up and comforted him:

"You guys stay here first and cooperate with my people to register the personnel. I'll come over tomorrow to make arrangements for you."

All the refugees are grateful.

Ye Kun waved and returned to the county town.

Qin Caiwei was just a follower. He rode forward with Ye Kun and said with a smile, "Master Ye, you've been busy all day. Do you have anything fun to do in the evening? Otherwise, I'll invite you to listen to music in the brothel."

"Listen to music on the hook?"

Ye Kun was very surprised.

"Why? I'm also a romantic man. Can't I go to a brothel?" Qin Caiwei puffed out his chest.

Ye Kun nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you to the brothel to listen to music."

When we returned to the barracks, it was already dark.

Ye Kun washed his face and went to the brothel with Qin Caiwei.

After the last rectification, the people who remain in the brothels now are all top performers who can sing and dance.

In the largest Wanhua Tower, the madam saw Ye Kun and hurriedly saluted: "Master Ye..."

"It's okay, I'm here to listen to music. Just get me some wine and food, something simple will do." Ye Kun said.

The madam nodded, took Ye Kun and Qin Caiwei into the luxurious box, and selected a group of singing girls.

Qin Caiwei was very generous and threw out twenty taels of silver: "I'm inviting Lord Ye tonight, please bring me good wine and good food!"

The madam was overjoyed and went to prepare the wine and food herself.

The singing girl came forward, bowed and asked:

"Master Ye, what kind of music do you like to listen to? Is it okay to listen to the poem you wrote on the top of the city wall last time, "Flowers fall and water flows", please?"

"No, tonight I will write some new music for you. Let's start with "Song of the Silkworm Woman."

Ye Kun asked for a brush and bamboo slips, and wrote in one stroke: "I went to the city yesterday, and when I came back, my clothes were wet with tears. Those who are dressed in silk and satin are not silkworm breeders."

Qin Caiwei couldn't help but frown after reading the poem.

Ye Kun wrote another poem: "There is another poem about a farmer - hoeing the field at noon, sweat dripping down to the ground. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work? Plant one grain of millet in spring, harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, but farmers still starve to death."

The singing leader was also stunned, and then her eyes turned red.

Qin Caiwei frowned and sighed.

Ye Kun was not satisfied yet, so he continued writing:

"There is also a poem about firing a kiln - after all the dirt in front of the door has been washed away, there is not a single tile on the roof. Ten fingers are not stained with mud, and the house is sparkling."

"There is also a song about bees - whether on the plains or on the mountaintops, the infinite scenery is all occupied. After collecting honey from hundreds of flowers, for whom is the hard work and for whom is the sweetness?"

Qin Caiwei stared at the poems written by Ye Kun in a daze.

The singing leader asked in a low voice: "Master Ye, these poems...are they too sad?"

Ye Kun smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid the lives of ordinary people are more miserable than what I wrote. Go ahead, compose a song and sing it. It doesn't matter if it's a little sad."

The head singer stepped back to rehearse the song and dance.

Soon, wine and food were served.

The songs and dances have been rehearsed and the performance has begun.

The young ladies in brothels, all from the bottom of society, sang these sad songs with red eyes and some even couldn't help shedding tears.

"I won't eat it."

Qin Caiwei pushed his wine glass aside, stood up and said, "Lord Ye, the singing and dancing are too sad, I can't eat it. You eat slowly, I will go back to the inn to rest first."

Ye Kun was also busy all day, so he stood up and said, "Since Master Qin is leaving, I'll leave too. I'll host you another day and invite you back."

The table was full of food and wine, but little was touched.

Ye Kun packed a roast chicken, a plate of pig's trotters, and some colorful fruits and took them with him.

The remaining food and wine were given to the young ladies.

Qin Caiwei couldn't help but sneer: "Master Ye is a starving ghost reincarnated, you want to take these leftovers with you?"

"Yes, when I was a kid, I didn't have anything to eat, so I was afraid of being hungry."

Ye Kun didn't care.

After leaving the brothel, the two went their separate ways.

Ye Kun stopped by to see Aunt Wang and the sisters Duoduo and Jasmine.

It was still early at this time, and Aunt Wang was taking Duoduo to continue studying knitting.

Ye Kun walked in, put down what he was holding, took out a pig's trotter and two kinds of fruit: "Godmother, bring some dishes for you and Duoduo Jasmine to taste."

Aunt Wang thanked him, poured tea for Ye Kun, and said with a smile: "Master Ye, Duoduo and I have taught a dozen girls how to knit linen clothes in the refugee camp these days. I picked out two pieces with good craftsmanship, take a look."

Duoduo brought out some linen clothes, including long-sleeved ones and vests.

"This vest is very good, the workmanship is meticulous, and it fits the body well."

Ye Kun nodded and said, "Godmother, I will get you some hemp rope from the warehouse tomorrow. You can lead everyone to make more vests like this. More than a thousand refugees have arrived today, and they all lack warm clothes."

Aunt Wang sighed: "It's rare that Lord Ye is so kind, but there are more and more refugees. Can you take care of them?"

"It's okay, I still have money."

Ye Kun smiled and patted Duoduo Jasmine's head: "Two little girls, don't be too tired. When you have time, follow Aunt Wang and learn a few more words."

There is also a small blackboard and chalk here, which were sent by Ye Kun.

Duoduo smiled and said, "Uncle, I already know more than 300 characters."

Jasmine flattered, "Uncle, I can write now. I can write my own name and my sister's name."

"That's great, that's smart."

Ye Kun expressed his admiration and went to the next room to visit Jiang Yourong and others.

Jiang Yourong also didn't sleep and looked worried.

Seeing Ye Kun, Jiang Yourong continued: "Husband, you have worked hard."

"It's not hard. I brought you roast chicken and some fruit." Ye Kun put down his things and asked, "Yourong, why are you unhappy?"

The third sister Youcai was not polite at all and reached out to take the chicken leg.

Jiang Yourong opened Sanmei's hand and whispered, "Sanmei, don't eat it. I will take it to the refugee camp tomorrow and give it to the two little girls with fever."

The third sister pouted and ran away angrily.

Jiang Yourong sighed, then took Ye Kun's hand and said, "In the refugee camp, there were two little girls with a severe fever. The military doctor went to see them, but there was nothing he could do."

"Is there anyone else with a fever?" Ye Kun asked.

"No, it's just that the child was playing around and caught a cold."

"Then I'll go take a look. It's not far."

"Okay, sir, I'll go with you."

Jiang Yourong was very happy. She quickly put on another piece of clothing, brought a coat for Ye Kun, and took the roast chicken with her.

The two took a carriage to the refugee camp.

At this time, all the women in the refugee camp were asleep.

Ye Kun didn't feel comfortable going in, so he just stayed in the lobby at the door and watched the two children.

There were two little girls, one about four or five years old, and the other about six or seven years old, both very thin.

The child's mother held the child and kowtowed to Ye Kun.

"Don't kowtow." Ye Kun asked about the patient's condition and felt that it was a cold and fever. He asked his personal soldiers to call the military doctor and nurse and ordered:

"Go pick two taels of fresh peach leaves, add a spoonful of fine salt, mash them together, wrap them in linen, and apply them to the children's foreheads to reduce fever. The two children are still coughing, use a large copper spoon, fry an egg with sesame oil, add maltose, and let the children drink it while it's hot."

Using peach leaves to reduce fever is a folk remedy from Ye Kun’s hometown and is quite effective.

Even if it doesn't work, it's still a psychological comfort.

The military doctor and nurse went to do it immediately.

Jiang Yourong took out a piece of roast chicken, tore it into pieces in her hands, and fed it to the two children bit by bit.

Just like treating your own children, careful and gentle.

"Okay, Yourong, the roast chicken is cold, don't let the child eat too much."

Ye Kun stopped Jiang Yourong and said with a smile: "The military doctor will take care of the rest. Let's go back and rest."

When we returned to South Street, it was already late at night.

Ye Kun hugged Jiang Yourong and smiled softly, "Yourong, looking at the way you look today, you can really be the queen and rule the country."

Jiang Yourong was no longer afraid of this topic and asked with a smile, "Do you really want to rebel and become the emperor?"

“Not now, but in a few years, it will be almost there.”

"People say that the whole world belongs to the emperor. How big is this world?"

"It's a long way off."

Ye Kun smiled and said, "If a person walks without sleeping at night and keeps walking, it will take three years to walk from south to north. It will also take three years to walk from east to west."

Jiang Yourong was surprised: "The world is so big, how many troops does the emperor have?"

Ye Kun thought for a moment and said, "The emperor has tens of millions of people and millions of soldiers. Like our Pingye County, the emperor owns a thousand such territories. With one order from the emperor, he can move a mountain."

Jiang Yourong was startled and covered Ye Kun's mouth: "Husband, then you'd better not rebel. We can't defeat the emperor."