Let you do the task, you go to create the male and female protagonists

Lin Qinghe woke up when it was still slightly light. After a while, Old Liang walked in from outside, and the door made a loud bang when he slammed it.

"It's the morning hour, hurry up and get to work!" Old Liang shouted rudely to the group of cooks who were still sleeping, "If you're late, you won't get any food today!"

Those who were awakened got up quickly and put on their clothes swiftly.

Some who had not woken up yet were awakened after being slapped by their friends next to them.

After Lin Qinghe got dressed, she called out to Zhao Dahu who was still asleep beside her, "Get up, it's time to work."

"Ah? Ah? Okay." Zhao Dahu jumped up.

Zhao Dahu is also a bit strange. He doesn't fit in with Lin Qinghe and his group.

He is particularly clean and handsome, a handsome pretty boy.

Lin Qinghe looked at his delicate and tender hands and it was obvious that he had never done any heavy work.

What task was he assigned yesterday?

It seemed like she was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, which was much easier than chopping six loads of firewood a day.

Maybe it was some young man who wanted to join the army to gain an identity. Lin Qinghe ignored him and went out to eat.

Breakfast consisted of two large whole-grain pancakes. Lin Qinghe only ate one and a half and put the remaining half in his sleeve, preparing to chop firewood and eat it when he was hungry.

Being a cook in the kitchen, apart from other things, the main thing is that you can eat your fill and have some meat from time to time.

After staying here for a week, Lin Qinghe's originally sallow and skinny face had gained some flesh.

"Hey, Lin He, why don't you feel tired chopping so much wood every day?" Zhao Dahu stared at Lin He as he chopped the wood cleanly and neatly again and again, dividing it into four very even pieces.

Lin Qinghe threw the four chopped pieces of firewood neatly onto the pile of firewood.

This smooth process made Zhao Dahu, who had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, feel extremely comfortable watching it.

He hasn't had to cut vegetables recently, because every time Zhao Dahu cut them, he had to cut them neatly. But a weakling like him was already very slow at cutting vegetables, and he had to cut them neatly, which slowed him down even more.

Because Zhao Dahu was slow, no one could eat.

Old Liang was angry for a moment, but only for a moment. For some unknown reason, he had no choice but to swallow his anger and give Zhao Dahu a different job.

Why is Zhao Dahu so delicate? He can't even finish cutting the vegetables!

In desperation, Zhao Dahu was sent to guard the kitchen and woodshed. To be honest, what was there to guard?

It’s just that I couldn’t drive Zhao Dahu away, so I had no choice but to find him a job.

So Zhao Dahu's daily tasks are to train in his spare time and guard the kitchen. Now there is one more thing added, which is to watch Lin Qinghe chop firewood.

"I'm not tired. I was born with supernatural power." Lin Qinghe wiped the sweat from his forehead. After feeling the faster circulation of spiritual power in his body, he chopped wood even harder.

"Lin He, have you been...constipated recently?" Zhao Dahu held it in for a long time, then asked embarrassedly with a red face.

These words made Lin Qinghe stop chopping wood. After thinking for a while, she said with certainty, "No."

She now eats and drinks well, and practices hard every day. The spiritual energy nourishes her body all the time, and she is in great shape. How could she be constipated!

"Then why do you fart so badly every day... Why do you fart all day long..." Zhao Dahu couldn't stand the sour smell coming from Lin Qinghe's body, so he covered his nose and went out to take a deep breath of fresh air.

"Really?" Lin Qinghe put her arm to her nose and sniffed it. She seemed to know where the problem lay.

The body cultivation method focuses on cultivating the body. The impurities in the body will be discharged with the circulation of spiritual energy. She practices non-stop every day, and there is naturally a peculiar smell when the impurities in the body are discharged.

No wonder the job of chopping wood has never changed since the first day it was assigned to her, and even now she is responsible for chopping all the firewood in the woodshed.

It turned out that she smelled too bad and no one wanted to work with her!

Lin Qinghe, who had long been accustomed to the stench, didn't feel much.

Lin Qinghe scratched his head and refuted Zhao Dahu honestly, "I'm sorry, I've been an orphan since I was a child, and I don't like to be clean..."

Zhao Dahu, who went out and came back in, successfully kept silent. He was a little at a loss and said, "Brother Lin, how about this? I know a little about pharmacology. I can check your pulse today and get you some medicine tomorrow. I guarantee you will be cured."

"You are so nice. You are the only one who doesn't despise me." Lin Qinghe expressed her gratitude for Zhao Dahu's kindness at the right time.

Now it was Zhao Dahu who felt embarrassed. After he took Lin Qinghe's pulse, he felt as if he had discovered some shocking secret.

"Brother Lin, I didn't expect you to..." Zhao Dahu's fingers trembled slightly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Hmm? She had clearly used her spiritual power to change her pulse, so he shouldn't be able to tell what was going on.

"You have an extraordinary bone structure and are a natural genius. Are you really born with supernatural powers? Are you really not lying to me about what you said before?" Zhao Dahu's eyes were full of shock. He originally thought that Lin Qinghe was just bragging about his natural supernatural powers, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Yes, believe it or not, I can kill a cow with one punch." Lin Qinghe blinked.

"Brother Lin, you can eat whatever you want but you can't say whatever you want. It's illegal to kill a cow..." Zhao Dahu quickly covered Lin He's mouth and warned him.

"Oh, okay then." Lin He nodded, and seeing that Zhao Erhu had nothing to say, he went back to chopping wood.

"It's really strange. Your pulse doesn't seem like you're sick. Why do you have such a..." indescribable stench?

Zhao Erhu was puzzled, but the next day he still brought Lin He the intestinal clearing medicine he had bought from the pharmacy.

The days of being a cook were very boring. Lin Qinghe was faced with a pile of firewood that could never be chopped out, while Zhao Dahu was faced with the smelly Lin Qinghe and the neatly chopped firewood she had chopped every day.

These days, Lin Qinghe also tried to find out if there was anyone named Chen Ning in this barracks, but the answer he got was negative.

Didn’t Chen Ning come to join the army?

Then how did he achieve his military merits?

Finally one day, Zhao Dahu was surprised to find that the air in the woodshed exuded a fresh and sweet feeling that he had never smelled before.

He looked at Lin Qinghe, who was chopping wood alone, with surprise, his hands trembling slightly, "Brother Lin, your constipation...is finally cured?"

Lin Qinghe wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start, so he could only nod heavily, "Your prescription is very effective."

She has reached the sixth level of body building!

And time flew by and three months later.

Prince Jing of Cangzhou has led his troops to attack the capital, and the emperor, who is only thirteen years old, is being besieged in the capital.

The Minister of War Yu Qing remained calm in the face of danger and led his troops to guard the capital.

Prefect Wang Qiao, who had been recruiting soldiers in Hengzhou for more than three months, was preparing to send troops to aid the capital.

In fact, Hengzhou is not far from the capital, and can be reached in more than ten days by riding a horse at a fast speed.

The troops will set off tomorrow. Lin Qinghe is also in the army that will aid the capital. This time, she is the cook carrying a pot.

That night, Lin Qinghe looked towards the capital city with a heavy gaze. She had a premonition that she would meet Chen Ning this time.