I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

The steward didn't expect Lin Jin to come, so he quickly welcomed her in and asked someone to serve tea: "Why are you here, Madam? It's so cold today, don't catch a cold."

"I know. I just came to see the situation of the medicine field. The road is blocked by heavy snow, and I want to see if there are any more cold medicines on the farm." Lin Jin directly stated the purpose of his visit. The lack of cold medicines in winter and the people do not have enough clothes to keep warm are really a very dangerous situation.

The steward shook his head in embarrassment: "Madam, although the herbs have grown well in the past two years, they are not yet ready for use as medicine. Even if we take them away, they will be useless."

"I know, I just came to take a look. If not, there's nothing I can do." Lin Jin knew this truth. She just wanted to solve it, but if there was really no way, then there was nothing she could do. She couldn't just ignore other people.

The steward rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of someone: "Madam, why don't you go to the Huguo Temple and ask them for help?"

"Does the Huguo Temple have any extra medicine for colds?" Although Lin Jin was confused, a glimmer of hope still arose.

The steward shook his head and said, "Of course, the Huguo Temple doesn't have any medicine for injuries, but the monks in the Huguo Temple have light body skills and can fly over eaves and walls. Let them go to the pharmacist to buy medicine."

Lin Jin didn't expect this method to work. Although it sounds a bit unreliable, it has a sense of reliability in a way that is unreliable: "But... can they agree to it?"

Her impression of the martial monks of Huguo Temple was still stuck on that incident. She always felt that the martial monks of Huguo Temple were not very powerful.

"Monks are compassionate, so they will naturally agree." The manager nodded affirmatively. In fact, this kind of thing has happened before, but no one is willing to go to the Huguo Temple to ask for help for so many people. They just say it's fate.

After Lin Jin found a way, she did not stop for a moment and rode directly to the Huguo Temple. When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, she tied Qiong Yu up and said, "Wait here for me to come back."

It has been snowing during this period and not many people come to the Huguo Temple to burn incense, but the long steps of the temple are still clean, as if the snow is being swept every day.

Lin Jin climbed up step by step. Even in the cold winter, she was sweating all over. But when she reached the last step, she found that many monks were already standing in front of the gate of Huguo Temple. When they saw her coming up, they clasped their hands together, bowed their heads, and chanted "Amitabha".

The host walked up to Lin Jin, clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha": "Donor Lin, you are really here."

"Are you waiting for me?" Lin Jin was stunned, having a strange feeling.

"Master Xianglian said that on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, a female donor named Lin Jin will come to seek help." The host nodded with a smile. It snowed heavily last night, and they were all wondering who would come with such a heavy snow. It turned out that Lin Jin really came.

Lin Jin pursed his lips slightly: "Then you must know why I came, right?"

Her eyes fell on the row of monks, otherwise why would it be such a coincidence.

The host nodded: "Of course."

Lin Jin donated some incense money to the Huguo Temple, and then left with the monks. She returned to the capital to get silver and money for them. She didn't know how much they would need, so she directly gave them dozens of kilograms of gold, guessing that this should be enough.

"Do we need to prepare horses for you?" Lin Jin wondered if it would be better to have pack horses so that the pressure would be less.

"No need, Master Lin, don't worry. We will definitely bring the herbs back within three days." The leading monk clasped his hands together and bowed eleven times to Lin Jin, then left the capital with a group of fellow disciples.

After they left, Lin Jin realized that he had not yet asked the questions he wanted to ask at the charity hall today. He slapped his head in annoyance and decided that he could only wait until tomorrow to ask.

The north is even colder than the capital. The skin exposed to the outside feels like it has no feeling, so you have to wear a hat to protect your ears.

Yang Muer has been in the Turkic territory since she was captured. She always wants to run to the battlefield, so Ping Wu can only stay with her all the time.

Yang Muer huddled aside, hugged his legs, and ate the sweet roasted sweet potato: "What is this? I've never eaten it before."

Ping Wu glanced at her and said, "Hongshu, don't run away again. Daxia is already at war with the Turks. If you go there without any martial arts skills, you will only cause trouble. Your little tricks are of no use at all."

Yang Muer glared at Ping Wu angrily. She didn't know how many times she had been hit. She pouted and said, "How do you know it's useless?"

"Because you don't look like someone with that kind of brain, you can't accomplish such a big thing." Ping Wu has been with her for so long, he knows that he can't give this little girl any confidence, otherwise she will really keep running to the battlefield. "It's fine if you want to save your people, but this is not the way to do it. You're just causing trouble."

"How could I?" Yang Mule was unconvinced.

"You are the Holy Maiden of the Uighurs. If the Turks knew about this, do you think you could still succeed? You would become a hostage, which would only cause more trouble." Ping Wu had a cold face. If it was that simple, how could so many white cranes die? "Do you know how many skulls of Daxia scouts and white cranes are hung in the Turkic military camp?"

Yang Muer's face turned pale. Even though she was a woman from a nomadic tribe, she had never been to the battlefield. She had seen dead people, but had never seen the scene of dead heads being hung up. She took a few bites of the roasted sweet potatoes and suppressed her fear.

"I'm not afraid of death!" Yang Muer took a deep breath to calm himself down. "If the Uighurs are gone, what's the point of me living?"

"The Uighurs will not disappear, and Daxia will protect all its people." Ping Wu asked her to calm down and not to always think about making those meaningless sacrifices. "If you die, where will Daxia's reputation be? Who will believe that Daxia has the ability to protect them in the future?"

Do you know that your behavior will cause trouble?

Yang Muer ate a few more mouthfuls of the roasted sweet potato. Since she couldn't win the argument against Ping Wu, she could only eat the roasted sweet potato as if it were Ping Wu to vent her anger: "You Han women are not gentle at all! You are not kind to women at all."

Ping Wu: “???”

"You've been scolding me since the first day." Yang Muer accused her. Ping Wu had been scolding her for several months, and she couldn't win. "What happened to the saying that Han women are all gentle?"

That's not the case at all! Every time she said something, Ping Wu would start to refute her, saying that she couldn't do this or that, and that she couldn't do anything.

"You...it's like I'm the sheep you raise. I have to listen to you in everything and can't do anything except eating, drinking and sleeping. Am I going to be slaughtered when I grow up like a sheep?" After eating a sweet potato, Yang Mule took another one and continued to eat. He never forgot to talk about Ping Wu while eating.

Ping Wu had lost all patience with Yang Mule because of her repeated attempts to escape. At first, she could still talk to Yang Mule properly, but now she was too tired to even make an expression while talking.

"Only the Hu people who eat raw meat and drink blood cannibalize people." Ping Wu returned the words to Yang Mule.

Yang Muer glared at her: "I don't eat people! When the drought comes, you Han people also eat people!"

"Oh, I don't know until I see it." Ping Wuzhu said perfunctorily. Even if she knew about this kind of thing, she would not admit it. "Anyway, I have only heard that you, the Hu people, eat people."

“You, you, you!” Yang Muer wanted to hit her, but she had seen Ping Wu’s kung fu and knew she couldn’t beat him. She put her raised hand down angrily, “I’m from Daxia, humph!”

Ping Wu didn't argue with her this time and roasted two more sweet potatoes for her: "No more. After you finish eating them, you can only continue to eat meat."

"Ah?" Yang Muer looked at the sweet potatoes in the fire pit aggrievedly, "Are all gone?"

She still wants to eat.

"When will it be delivered?" Yang Mule lowered his head for the roasted sweet potatoes.