Chapter 370 Demonic Obstacle
Fang Baosheng is a soldier under Lu Qiyan. He is sixteen years old this year, smart and quick-witted. Because Lu Qiyan saved his life on the battlefield, he is very loyal to him.

After Lu Qiyan was promoted to deputy army commander, he promoted Fang Baosheng to his side and made him his personal bodyguard.

After Fang Baosheng took the envelope, he burst into laughter.

If you look at it closer, you can tell that it is a letter, but if you look at it from farther away, it is so thick and bulging that you might think it is a square steamed bun!
My God, what kind of good person can write a letter that looks like a book?
The commander is usually decisive and succinct in his words, but when it comes to writing letters, he becomes a chatterbox?
Wow, I really got to see a different side of the commander!

After sighing for a long time, Fang Baosheng was a little worried that this letter, which was as heavy as a steamed bun, would burst the envelope, so he found some oil paper to wrap it, and then tied it up carefully with hemp rope before sending it out.

The letter was delivered to Xia Mingyue three days later.

Xia Mingyue tilted her head as she looked at the tightly tied oil paper package, "Is this really sent back from the military camp?"

"It's absolutely true." The messenger nodded his head like pounding garlic and said, "It's a letter from the military camp."

letter?
Xia Mingyue became more and more stunned.

The oil paper package looked heavy, so she thought it was something Lu Qiyan asked someone to bring to her. Could it be a letter?
Xia Mingyue untied the hemp rope and peeled off the oil paper layer by layer, and sure enough, she saw a bulging envelope inside.

When he opened the envelope, he found a thick stack of letters.

Not only was the letter thick, but the words on each sheet of paper were written densely, as if all the paper had to be used up.

Xia Mingyue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Did he realize that she was a little angry about the short letter he wrote, so he quickly wrote more to appease her?

Not stupid at all!
Xia Mingyue walked into the house with a smile on her face, holding a thick letter.

The door was locked.

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Cui told Zhuang's mother and Yin Qiao to prepare dinner a little later.

After all, I don’t know when Xia Mingyue will finish reading the letter.

Mother Zhuang and Yin Qiao smiled knowingly and answered yes. Even Jiang Zhuguo smiled again and again.

But while smiling, Jiang Zhuguo was actually feeling doubtful in his heart.

Her letter was sent out almost at the same time as Sister Xia's. The distance between the two places was about the same, and it was more troublesome to send letters in and out of the military camp. Sister Xia had already received a reply, so the letter she wrote to Wu Xiong should have also received a reply.

How come there is no movement until now?

Jiang Zhuguo couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

At this time, Wu Xiong was even more anxious.

Even though there was ice in the room and his younger brother was helping to fan the room, the whole room was refreshingly cool, but beads of sweat the size of beans still appeared on Wu Xiong's forehead.

My back was wet and sticky due to the continuous sweat.

Beads of sweat gathered on the tip of his nose, growing bigger and bigger, and finally falling "plop" onto the paper on the table, smudging the already somewhat dry words.

Seeing this, Wu Xiong hurriedly wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, looked at the few words he had just written with great difficulty, compared them with the words written by Jiang Zhuguo, and sighed.

This sigh was very long, and was filled with a sense of helplessness.

It was really frustrating. He had been practicing calligraphy for more than ten days, but why did the characters he wrote still look like they were scratched with chicken claws?
Let’s just say, why is writing so difficult?
Wu Xiong held the pen and looked at it again and again, feeling more and more dissatisfied.

This writing brush is delicate and light, how can it be more difficult than holding ten knives?
Seeing that his boss' hair was almost white from worrying, the younger brother couldn't bear it and advised, "Why not ask the accountant to write for him?" "No." Wu Xiong shook his head like a rattle, "I promised to write back to Madam Jiang. As a man, how can I break my promise?"

The younger brother curled his lips.

I just promised to reply, not to write it myself.

There are many people in this world who cannot read or write. When they write or reply to letters, don't they all ask street letter writers to write for them?

When it comes to replying to letters, what matters is the content of the reply and the intention behind the reply. The rest is superficial and you don't need to take it too seriously!
But I kept mumbling these words in my heart for a long time, but never said them out loud.

His boss was having a seizure, and if he said anything more, he would be embarrassing himself.

But if I don't say anything, I would really not be able to bear to see my boss worried like a bitter gourd.

Just when the younger brother was struggling and almost tore a big hole in his sleeve, Manager Ge walked in.

"Boss." Wu Xiong stood up quickly.

Shopkeeper Ge glanced at the papers on the table and the many crumpled papers beside them, wondering, "What's written on this?"

"Madam Jiang wrote to me a few days ago, and I thought about writing a reply." Wu Xiong scratched his head again and again in embarrassment, "I never thought that my handwriting is really not good enough. I have practiced for several days, but I haven't seen any results. I am worried."

Wu Xiong, a burly man who would beat people up over a disagreement, picked up a pen and paper and sat here thinking about how to write...

It is indeed the power of love!

Shopkeeper Ge's mouth twitched a few times, and after a moment he said, "I have something to ask you to go out for, it will take about two or three days."

I have to go out.

"Okay." Wu Xiong nodded, "When are we leaving?"

"Pack up and go out early tomorrow morning," said Shopkeeper Ge.

"Okay." Wu Xiong nodded again, and as he spoke, he sat down again and picked up the pen again, "There's still time, I'll practice for a while."

After writing a few words, he muttered to himself, "It will take two or three days to go out, and I will spend a lot of time on the road. I have just learned a little bit, and there will be two days in between. I am afraid that my hands are still unfamiliar with it. I'd better take all these things with me and write a few words when I have time on the way."

He just didn't believe it, and he couldn't write the word well!
Shopkeeper Ge: "..."

It's really a demon!

In Changzhou City, Xia Ji's business is still booming.

Because many of the foods were well-known, and franchisees' food stalls were opened one after another, many wealthy mansions also began to buy some.

Either the servants could satisfy their cravings, or they could offer the food to their masters as a gift to satisfy their thirst for something new.

Zhang Heming's table also had Xia Ji soup dumplings and scallion wontons and other foods.

The soup dumplings are fresh and delicious, the wontons have thin skin and large fillings, are full of onion flavor, and are extremely delicious.

Zhang Heming couldn't help but hum and praised, "The food at Xia Ji is really delicious."

"Yes." The servant could not help praising. "We have also tried it privately. All the food is delicious. The business is very prosperous every day. If you go too late, you won't be able to buy it."