Liquor

Poison wine and moss 1 The first time Yin Yu met Shen Xiaotai, he was lying on the wall of the handsome man's house stealing wine. It was dusk, and she had just returned from the execution ground. She had beheaded three deserters with her own hands. The blood had not been washed away, and she was in an extremely bad mood. As a result, as soon as they entered the backyard, they saw a young man in a torn uniform sitting on the wall, holding a jar of wine in his arms. He drank until his face was red and his neck was thick, and he was humming some dirty jokes he learned from somewhere. "Good wine..." He squinted and shook the wine jar. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of someone standing underneath. When he lowered his head, he was so frightened that he took off the wine jar. Snap. The wine jar shattered on the ground, and the wine splashed onto Yin Zhen's boots. The air froze for a moment. The young man saw clearly who the person was, his face turned from red to pale, his lips trembled twice, and he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "General, general... If I say that this jar flew up on its own, would you believe it?" Yin Yu didn't speak, but slowly looked down at the wine stains on his boots, then raised his head to look at him. Her eyes were a very deep black, like a dry well with no bottom, without any emotion, but more creepy than a wide-eyed glare. The young man's Adam's apple rolled, and he shrank back subconsciously, but he was sitting on the top of the wall, behind him was the ground outside the wall two feet high, and in front of him was Yin Yu, and he would die if he moved forward or backward. "What's your name?" Yin Yu spoke, his voice not loud, even calm. "Shen... Shen Xiaomo." The young man said, his voice shaking like chaff. "Shen Xiao Tai." Yin Yu repeated and suddenly smiled. That smile was pretty, but in Shen Xiaomo's eyes, it was scarier than a knife on his neck, because when Yin Yu laughed, there was no trace of smile in his eyes, like a snake spitting out its vomit. "Stealing wine from my army is in accordance with military law," she paused, and said in a light voice, "With thirty sticks, you will be kicked out of the military camp. But..." Shen Xiaotai thought she heard wrongly, and there seemed to be some kind of turning point hidden in that "but". His eyes lit up and he spoke hurriedly: "General! General, please spare me this time! I will work for you as a cow or a horse, I can do anything, I -" "You can do anything?" Yin Yu interrupted him, still smiling. "Yes, yes, yes!" Shen Xiaotai nodded. Yin Yu stretched out a finger and pointed at the moss-covered wet ground under the wall: "Then you go and brush the moss clean for me. Use your fingernails to pick it out bit by bit. If it doesn't come clean, I'll give it a beating with thirty sticks. Then I'll do it myself." Shen Xiaotai looked in the direction of her finger - it was an old wall. The moss at the base of the wall spread four or five feet long, and was so thick that it was green and black. Picking with fingernails? After picking out all ten fingers, they were almost useless. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw Yin Zhen's smiling eyes, he swallowed all his words. He knew the reputation of this general - killing without blinking an eye, turning against someone faster than turning the page in a book. He would call you brother-in-law one moment, and hang your head on the flagpole the next. He obediently slid down from the wall, squatted at the base of the wall, and began to pick at the moss with his fingernails. The first time I dug it, the nail gap was filled with wet mud. The second time, the nail cap turned over in half. Pain. He grimaced in pain, but he bit his lip and kept silent because he heard that Yin Yu hadn't left yet. She stood behind him, admiring his embarrassment with interest like a cat teasing a mouse. "Shen Xiao Tai," Yin Yu's voice came from above his head, "You'd better pick it faster. If you can't finish picking it before the sun sets, I'll have your hands chopped off and fed to the dogs." Shen Xiao Tai raised his head suddenly and met Yin Yu's lowered gaze. The setting sun just fell on her face, coating her features with a layer of warm color, but the words coming out of her mouth were colder than the north wind in winter. He shuddered, lowered his head, and sped up the movements of his hands. Yin Yu looked at him for a while, then turned and left. After taking a few steps, she casually ordered Jiang He, the deputy general next to her: "Go and check the background of Shen Xiaodai." 2 Shen Xiaotai's background is very simple, so simple that it makes people laugh. He was a civilian husband who was recruited three years ago. He was originally in charge of transporting grain and grass in the rear camp. Because he stole half a bottle of wine from the steward, he was sent to the front camp to work as a handyman. Later, he was demoted to the lowest hard labor camp because he molested a kitchen girl - in fact, he just said a few dirty words. There is not a single good thing about him. He is smooth-tongued, sneaky, and lazy. He is the most disliked person in the entire handsome manor. But there was a line of small words on his resume that caught Jiang He's attention. "General, there is something fishy about this man." Jiang He put the file on Yin Yu's desk. "In the night attack half a year ago, the enemy troops broke into the rear camp and killed more than thirty civilians. Everyone ran away, except for him. He dragged a wounded soldier with a broken leg for three miles and sent him to the military medical tent. When I asked him afterwards, he said it was 'on the way." "On your way?" Yin Yu raised an eyebrow. "By the way." Jiang He repeated expressionlessly, "The question is, his own tent is on the east side, and the military doctor's tent is on the west side. He has gone around half of the military camp. Which road is he on?" Yin Yu closed the file, leaned back on the chair, and tapped the table with his fingers. She didn't like unexpected things, and this Shen Xiaotai seemed to be a gangster who couldn't support the wall, but he did something completely unrelated to a gangster that night. "Also," Jiang He paused, "when he was in the back camp, he discovered the moisture-proof hazards of the granary three times, and reported it every time. But the way of reporting was very interesting - instead of writing a formal report, he drew a map on the person's face while the steward was drunk. When the steward woke up and looked in the mirror, he was shocked. When he looked carefully, he discovered that the drawing was the location of the leakage in the granary." Yin Zhen's knocking sound stopped. She slowly sat up straight and curved the corners of her mouth. This time, there was a real light in her eyes—not kindness, but the excitement of a hunter who discovers interesting prey. "Interesting." She said, "Tomorrow he will be transferred to my account as an orderly." Jiang He hesitated for a moment: "General, this person has a bad reputation. If he is transferred to his side, will he..." "Jiang He," Yin Yu interrupted her, her smile unchanged, "When did you see me caring about Feng Ping?" Jiang He shut up. The next day, Shen Xiaotai was picked up from the hard labor camp by two soldiers and dragged all the way to the Chinese military tent. He thought he was going to be beheaded, his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand, and his face was as white as paper. As soon as he entered the tent, he knelt down and hit his forehead with a thud on the ground. "General, spare your life! General, spare your life! I have paid back the wine I stole last time - I mean, I compensated - although I haven't paid it all yet - but I am really working hard -" Yin Yu sat on top, with his legs crossed, playing with a dagger in his hand. He just listened to his cries and howls for a long time before he slowly said, "Shen Xiaotai, from today on, you are my messenger." The crying stopped suddenly. Shen Xiaotai raised his head, his face smeared with snot and tears. His expression changed from frightened to confused, from confused to dull, and finally to an unbelievable ecstasy - but before he could laugh, Yin Yun's next words completely froze him. "The previous one lasted three months as messenger," Yin Yu put the tip of the dagger against his fingernails, picking at it carelessly. "The last one lasted two months, and the last one lasted forty days. Where do you think they went after that?" Shen Xiaotai didn't dare to guess, nor did she want to guess. Yin Yu answered for him: "One died in the scout team and had his ears cut off by the enemy. One died in the trap and was trampled to a pulp. And the other one," she paused, her tone suddenly became lighter, "was chopped by me because he gave the wrong command." Shen Xiaomo's lips trembled. "So you'd better come back alive," Yin Yu stood up, walked past him, reached out and patted his shoulder, the force was neither light nor heavy, as if patting a fish on the chopping board, "otherwise I won't even have the pleasure of chopping you." She's gone. Shen Xiaotai collapsed on the ground, her whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and her entire uniform was soaked with cold sweat. Jiang He walked in from outside the tent, glanced at him, and said expressionlessly: "The general is kidding you. Of the two messengers, one was killed in battle, and the other was seriously injured and retired. The one who sent the wrong password does not exist at all." Shen Xiaotai: "......" Intention:—