In the Palace of Qianqing, it was as warm as spring, and Chongzhen was reviewing the memorial in Xinuang Pavilion.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. The eunuchs and maids did not dare to make a sound. The floor here was paved with gold bricks, and as long as there was a slight movement under the feet, a sound of winter would be made.
It is said that this was to prevent someone from assassinating the emperor while he was sleeping. As long as someone moved around, they could hear the sound of Dongdong. Therefore, no one dared to move when the emperor was around.
At this time, a Dongdong sound came, and someone obviously walked in.
Wang Chengen walked in holding a new pile of memorials.
"My eldest companion, what is Uncle Dingyuan busy with?" Chongzhen asked casually without stopping or raising his head.
"Back to Your Majesty, Uncle Dingyuan is organizing a competition in the Beijing camp. In the past two days, all the officers and soldiers of the Beijing camp will take part in the training subject examination. The top three in each subject will be rewarded with money and materials, and the top three in the group will be awarded representative honors. The banner. It is said that the enthusiasm of the officers and soldiers in the Beijing Camp has been aroused. As long as they complete the assessment, everyone will be given a pig head." Wang Chengen said.
Chongzhen put down his pen, stretched his stiff wrist, and said with a smile: "Uncle Dingyuan always has fantastic ideas. When the same soldier comes into his hands, he will be led to scream. It really turns decay into magic."
Hearing that pig heads were given to officers and soldiers, Chongzhen suddenly remembered the pig head meat made by the cooking class when the Xinghe regiment was stationed in the Forbidden City. It was so delicious that his mouth watered.
Chongzhen was also speechless. There were so many royal chefs in the palace, all chosen from all over the world. The food they cooked was not as delicious as the braised pork made by other fire-headed soldiers. I really didn’t know what to say.
"At noon, let's cut a plate of five-spice pork head. I haven't eaten it for a long time, so I'm going to buy a bottle of jade jelly spring."
"No, I'll go get ready now."
"Well, Uncle Dingyuan wrote to ask me to approve the annual leave for the officers and soldiers of the Beijing Camp. They will have a holiday on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month and return to camp on the morning of the 16th of the first lunar month. What do you think?"
Wang Chengen thought about it seriously. Recently, he has been working hard to study military affairs. He hopes to be able to share his worries when His Majesty inquires.
"Your Majesty, I believe that the way of civil and military affairs is relaxed and relaxed. Uncle Dingyuan's move must have deep meaning. Previously, the Beijing camp was too tight. I heard that the officers and soldiers complained about something. When they opened their eyes, they practiced to Turn off the lights. It’s also a good thing for everyone to go home and relax during the Chinese New Year and have a rest.”
Chongzhen's eyes lit up, and he laughed and scolded: "You old dog, I haven't seen you for three days, so you should look at me with admiration. The way of civil and military affairs, one step at a time, is a good saying, it is indeed true. Then I am right."
"Your Majesty is Holy Ming."
Zhao Yongtang was walking happily in the alleys of Nancheng with a large sack on his back.
It has been more than two months since he was taken into the Beijing camp to serve as a soldier. He was originally going to take part in the long-distance running for others, but he didn't expect to be left to serve as a soldier.
At the beginning, he was scared to death that he would be beheaded if he pretended to be someone else.
The army is highly disciplined and is no joke.
Unexpectedly, as long as you admit that you are the replacement, you will forget the blame, but you will not be able to leave.
He tried to escape several times, but unfortunately, the military camp was so strict that there was no chance. Until one of the deserters was killed, he was so frightened that he almost peed in his pants. From then on, he never dared to run away again.
Then, the brutal training began.
He swore that he had never suffered like this since he was born in his mother's womb. Especially the four-hundred-meter obstacle course every day, which squeezes out every last bit of your physical strength.
Dig trenches, install sandbags, build fortifications, do 300 push-ups, 200 squats, and crawl for 100 meters every day.
He was stabbed a thousand times a day, and his arms were so swollen that he couldn't even lift them.
Later, 3,000 chained Jiannu slaves were transported. I heard they were prisoners of the Zhenglan Banner, and they were asked to wear leather armor and hold wooden knives to sparring with these Jiannu slaves.
They, the so-called elite soldiers of the Beijing camp, were beaten like gourds by the shackled Jiannu slaves one by one. Their wails could be heard a mile away.
These slaves can easily beat four or five of them.
There was also long-distance running in full gear, and my chest was on fire from exhaustion. I stood in the training queue for an hour, and my legs were shaking and swollen. There were blood blisters on the soles of my feet, and it was painful.
Anyone who dares to move will be immediately struck down with the officer's stick. Those who fail to complete training or memorize military regulations will be beaten to death by the military stick.
However, there is still a little light in the endless darkness. The food in the military camp is really good.
All he ate was steamed buns and rice, and one meal every day was braised fatty meat and potatoes. Often there was beef. Occasionally, one tael of white wine was given to each person. He had never lived like this in his life. It was like a dream. He even felt,
If you eat like this every day, it won't be unbearable if you are tired.
He soon discovered that he had a talent for being a soldier, and he was among the best in training.
In the recent competition, I won three first places and received many rewards.
No, the military camp is on holiday and visitors are allowed, as long as they return to the military camp on the morning of the 16th of the first lunar month.
Zhao Yongtang said hello to acquaintances in the alley. He walked quickly towards his home. He was eager to return home. He had been away for so long and had not sent a message to his family. He didn't know how worried his family was.
"It's Yongtang. Where did your kid die recently? Your wife and I are crying every day. Why don't you go home and see?"
"I heard that you were captured by the Beijing camp and became a soldier. Is it true?"
"What are you carrying in this sack? It's so bulging."
Zhao Yongtang became even more anxious after hearing this. He dealt with it and ran home.
I rushed into the dilapidated little yard of my house and saw my mother and my wife washing clothes. It was almost the Chinese New Year. At the end of the year, whether you have money or not, you have to be clean.
"Mom, my son is back." Zhao Yongtang felt sad when he saw that my mother seemed much older and had more gray hair. He threw down the sack and knelt on the ground with a plop.
When the old lady saw that it was her son who had not been seen for more than two months, the wooden basin in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Son, where have you been? I'm so worried." The old lady suddenly started crying.
"Mother, my son is unfilial and makes mother worried." Zhao Yongtang kowtowed and cried.
"Mom, boss, it's cold outside. Let's go back inside and talk. Go back inside and talk." Seeing that the neighbors were watching the fun, his wife quickly pulled the two of them into the house.
"Son, our family is poor and we don't have much food. If you don't come back, we won't have anything to eat. The two hungry children are crying." The old lady said, wiping her tears.
Zhao Yongtang immediately ran out, carried the large sack into the house, and began to take out things from inside.
First a huge pig's head escaped, and then ten pounds of dried noodles.
This big sack is like Doraemon's treasure bag, it actually contains so many things.
A bag of ten kilograms of rice, a bag of ten kilograms of flour, and a five kilograms of fat pork.
A total of copper coins, two taels of silver, two pieces of homespun cloth, and a dozen cans of luncheon meat, all of which he saved on a daily basis.
There was also a hundred pounds of cornmeal and a bag of dehydrated vegetables that he bought from the Nanyuan Military Service Cooperative.
Fortunately, he has a strong physique, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to carry so many things.
His wife also opened her eyes in surprise and asked: "Master, where have you been these days and how did you get so many good things back?"
Ever since he refused to listen and insisted on accepting thirty large sums of money from Qi Liu of the Beijing Camp to run some race around the city for him, he has never seen anyone again. He didn't come back until today.
"Mom, my son was captured by the Beijing camp and became a soldier." Zhao Yongtang said with a wry smile.
"Ah! Then our family has become a military household, what should we do?" The old lady and his wife were dumbfounded.
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