In the dead of night, Wei Ba closed his official document, patted his open mouth, yawned widely, stood up, pinched his waist with both hands, and just swung his waist, the tent door opened, and Peng Xiaoyu was holding a basin of hot water.
Walked in: "Major General, wash your face and rest..."
Wei Ba was pouting, tilting his neck, making strange movements and looking strange. Peng Xiaoyu looked at him and opened his mouth in surprise: "Major General, what are you..."
"It's nothing to do some exercise." Wei Ba smiled awkwardly. He did it twice randomly and then stopped. He washed his face with hot water and saw a bowl of steaming porridge next to him. He couldn't help but wonder: "What are you doing eating porridge at this time?"
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"Young General, you still want to read, how can you do it without eating some porridge?" Peng Xiaoyu asked in surprise.
Wei Ba was even more surprised: "Who said I still want to read? I'm going to sleep."
Peng Xiaoyu looked at the half of the untouched official documents on the case and said, "Major General... are you going to rest?"
"Of course." Wei Ba said matter-of-factly: "The revolution will not be successful in one day. The body is the capital of the revolution. How can you do it if you don't take care of it? You can do it tomorrow if you can't finish it, but you have to sleep."
"But...oh, I thought the young general would have to stay up late." Peng Xiaoyu pouted and said with some disappointment: "I heard that the prime minister is so diligent and often stays up late."
"So he died early." Wei Ba blurted out, "If he could take care of his health, he could live a few more years..." He suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his words. Zhuge Liang was not dead yet. Was his words a bit cursed?
What does he mean by death? It is not a good thing if it reaches the ears of caring people. He rolled his eyes and said: "Only in this way can we make greater contributions and help His Majesty to unify the world."
Peng Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled, and was about to leave with the water and porridge. Wei Ba grabbed her, took the porridge bowl, drank it all like a storm, then wiped his lips, threw the bowl to Peng Xiaoyu, waved and said
: "Okay, prepare some foot washing water for me. I want to burn my feet and go to bed."
Peng Xiaoyu was stunned: "Major General, since you are going to bed, why do you still drink so much porridge?"
"A horse is not fat without night grass. Young General, I am so thin, so of course I have to eat more." Wei Ba was used to eating late night snacks in his previous life, so he suffered from gaining weight at a young age. Every time he ate, he swore that he would eat more late at night.
Pay attention, but it will always be the same next time. In this life, he has actually given up this bad habit, but now he eats dinner too early. If he doesn't eat a little before resting, his body will really be unable to bear it. A few days ago, no one gave him any food.
He had no choice but to endure the late-night snack. Now that someone had prepared it, it would be a waste not to eat it.
Peng Xiaoyu was speechless, so she had to take the tray out and fetch Wei Ba foot-washing water. Wei Ba rolled up his trouser legs and put his numb feet into the slightly hot water. His blood suddenly revived.
It was so comfortable that he groaned: "It's so comfortable, so damn comfortable."
Peng Xiaoyu looked at him, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Young General is so easy to be satisfied. Can you enjoy this even just washing your feet?"
"Of course, people are content with what they have." Wei Ba said with a smile: "Of course, it would be more comfortable if a beautiful girl massaged it."
Peng Xiaoyu blushed: "That's such a pity. The servant is neither beautiful nor good at massaging."
Wei Ba stopped smiling and said seriously: "Nine times out of ten things in life are not what you want. Although you are not pretty enough, it is not difficult to massage you. You have to know that a person's second heart is on his feet. As the saying goes, Soak your feet before going to bed, and live to old age without illness or disaster..."
Wei Ba, who had enjoyed pedicure services from beautiful girls countless times during his lifetime, was eloquent and talked about the benefits of pedicures in great detail, trying to deceive Peng Xiaoyu. Peng Xiaoyu listened with suspicion, although it was a little unnatural, but seeing that Wei Ba wanted her so much To wash his feet, I had to reluctantly kneel in front of Wei Ba and awkwardly rub the soles of Wei Ba's feet.
Although Peng Xiaoyu's skills were a mess, watching a young girl wash her feet with her head lowered, her black hair hanging to the side, falling out of her slender and fair neck, and not seeing that patch of hair on her face made her sick. The big blue spots on her face can be imagined as the charming footbath girl in the previous life. Wei Ba felt a kind of decadent excitement in his heart. While he was instructing Peng Xiaoyu to wash his feet, he talked about the benefits of footbath. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and said: "This footbath is still a bit small. It's best if your calves can be put into it to feel comfortable. Remember to remind me tomorrow that I want to make a real footbath."
Peng Xiaoyu bent down to wash Wei Ba's feet. As time went by, her back became unbearably sore. After hearing Wei Ba's unsatisfied words, she raised her arm and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves. "Major General. , you’d better not say this in front of Lieutenant Fu, he can’t even wash his feet now, let alone a foot bath.”
Wei Ba was speechless. After a moment, he raised his hand and lightly slapped his ear and said, "Thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have to say the wrong thing again tomorrow."
Peng Xiaoyu was surprised when she heard a soft "pop" sound. She looked at Wei Ba's regretful expression and stammered: "Young General, I...I was joking. You don't have to blame yourself so much, General."
"No, this has nothing to do with you. It's because I was too complacent." Wei Ba was thinking as he watched Peng Xiaoyu hold his feet in his arms and dry them, feeling the soft and distracted touch on the soles of his feet from time to time. How can I help Fu Xing solve some practical problems? Fu Xing's leg is broken, and he will definitely be bored lying in the tent all day long. After a long time, he will definitely be in a bad mood. Don't end up with his leg healed, but his spirit is depressed.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ba suddenly had an idea. By the way, it would be nice to make him a wheelchair tomorrow and have someone push him out to relax.
When he thought of this, he immediately became excited. He didn't even have time to put on his socks. He pulled out a piece of paper and began to design a sketch of a wheelchair. The vehicle manufacturing industry was very developed in the Han Dynasty, and he didn't need to worry about bearings, bearings and other parts. All you need to do is design the shape of a wheelchair. It doesn’t take long and the sketch is ready.
"Major General, this is... the foot bath bucket you are talking about?" Peng Xiaoyu glanced at it and asked in confusion.
Wei Ba chuckled, "This is not a footbath bucket, this is a wheelchair designed for Fu Xing. From now on, let Fu Xing sit on it and you push him around, and you won't let him get bored. If you If something happens, he can leave by himself."
Peng Xiaoyu looked at the sketch of the wheelchair and then at Wei Ba, who looked proud, but stopped talking. When Wei Ba saw it, he was a little strange: "What do you want to say? Do you want to praise me, but you are embarrassed and afraid? I said you want to please me?"
The expression on Peng Xiaoyu's face became even weirder. She thought for a while, shook her head and said, "Young General, I have something that I don't like, and I want to say it to the Young General. I don't know..."
"It's okay. Just tell me. If it's in your ear, you'll hear it. If it's not in your ear, you won't listen. What's the big deal?"
Peng Xiaoyu's eyes flashed, she bit her lip, and made up her mind. "Major General, whether it is the Iron Wheel you made before or the wheelchair you are making now, they are all very clever objects. If they were in ordinary people's homes, you might be able to
Make a living by doing this. But you are the son of General Zhenbei now. You don’t need to make a living by doing this. What you have to consider are more important things. Isn’t it putting the cart before the horse to waste energy on these things? "
"What's more important?" Wei Ba suddenly thought of something, rolled his eyes and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"For example, these official documents." Peng Xiaoyu pointed to the pile of untouched official documents: "...and the future of the Wei family, and your own future, Major General."
Wei Ba concealed a laugh: "My father is still alive and looks stronger than me. My brother is also an adult. They can worry about the future of the Wei family. I am a bastard and I am not in good health. I can
What's the use of worrying so much? It's better to pay more attention to your body and enjoy the beautiful life now. Besides, my father is the general of Zhenbei and is highly regarded by the prime minister. The Wei family has a bright future.
Nothing to worry about."
"Otherwise." Peng Xiaoyu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said calmly: "Young general, don't you know the four words "Be prepared for danger in times of peace", and everything will be done if you are prepared, and if you are not prepared, it will be ruined? The Wei family seems to be safe and sound now, but it does not mean that it will be in the future.
It can maintain wealth and honor for a long time. The sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortunes and misfortunes. If you don't take precautions early, how will you deal with disasters when they come?"
Wei Ba laughed and was about to say some nonsense to stop him, but he felt that what the little maid said made some sense. He thought about it, looked at Peng Xiaoyu again for a moment, and smiled calmly: "Can't you see?
You are really very knowledgeable, I really underestimated you before."
Peng Xiaoyu lowered his head, rubbed the footcloth in the basin twice, and after a moment, he smiled miserably: "Young general, don't forget, I am not an ordinary commoner, I am an official slave in the baggage camp. Baggage baggage camp."
There are many official servants in the camp who were once children of wealthy families. Although there are many dandies among them, there are also some who have some knowledge. The more they listen, the more they will know."
"Whose family members are there in the supply camp? Are there any family members of Liao Li?"
"Liao Li?" Peng Xiaoyu thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, I have never heard of Liao Li's family in the supply camp. Why, something happened to him too?"
Wei Ba nodded and raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth: "You think so, is it because your Peng family is like this too?"
Peng Xiaoyu took a breath of cold air, and her face, which was slightly flushed by the hot water, turned pale. She looked at Wei Ba in horror: "Young General, you..."
Wei Ba didn't speak, just looked at her quietly. Peng Xiaoyu felt guilty when he saw her, twisted the foot-washing cloth, and slowly lowered her head. After a long time, she stopped washing her feet and put down her rolled-up sleeves.
, bowed respectfully in front of Wei Ba, with tears welling up in his eyes, he swallowed and said: "Young General Mingjian, I am from the Peng family in Guanghan, and I am Peng Yi's daughter."