Regardless of the fatigue at night, Zhang Ximeng cheered up, walked through the crowd, and greeted each soldier. Among so many people, he could name more than 10% of them.
Whenever Zhang Ximeng called out a person and told his story, there would be a burst of cheers, and the soldiers who were called would blush and become extremely excited.
As Prime Minister, it is such an honor to be able to remember this big guy!
Everyone's heart is also warm.
Zhang Ximeng passed through the crowd and suddenly saw a familiar figure. This guy raised his head and shrank his head. Zhang Ximeng looked at him and quickly lowered his head, as if he did not dare to look at Zhang Ximeng.
"Wang Heihu!"
Zhang Ximeng suddenly called out his name, and the big guy ducked to both sides, revealing a big black guy. This guy was Wang Heihu.
With nowhere to hide, he had no choice but to come over and salute Zhang Ximeng.
"I've met Zhang Xiang."
Zhang Ximeng looked at him and suddenly said with a sullen face: "Report for official position, what is your current position?"
"I...I am Fuqianhu."
He said the subtitle very softly, even just lip-syncing it, but who could Zhang Ximeng not be able to tell!
"You haven't been promoted to the serious military leader Qianhu yet. Is it because you failed the cultural class?"
Wang Heihu gritted his teeth and said: "I, I can write, more than a thousand!"
Zhang Ximeng snorted: "You just don't know how to do arithmetic, right?"
"Yes!" Wang Heihu gritted his teeth and said: "Writing, military regulations, drawing maps, these things can be mastered if you work hard and spend a few more years. But arithmetic is different. This thing, this thing is impossible.
No, not at all, and I won’t lie to anyone at all!”
"You still have the nerve to say that!" Zhang Ximeng said angrily: "When Yangzhou was conquered, you were the first one to surrender. In terms of qualifications, Zhu Liangzu and the others are not as good as you. In terms of fighting ability, you have also been in the past few years.
Make meritorious service. Why are you stuck in culture class? You, you are so angry!"
Wang Heihu simply lay down and stopped making excuses.
"Xiang Zhang, you are right, but I just can't learn. I am getting older, so I continue to stay in the army, blocking the way of the young people behind me. I want to go to the countryside and do something for the people. I, I
I was born in Orion and grew up eating hundreds of meals. I haven’t learned arithmetic in these years, but I understand that as a person, you have to be conscientious, be worthy of your ancestors, keep your heart in the right place, and don’t let others poke your spine.”
Zhang Ximeng sighed slightly. To be honest, it was a pity for the guy in front of him. He belonged to everything, but he was stuck in the cultural class, otherwise a commander would not be able to run away.
"If you think so, it means you have spent so many years in the army in vain. Virtue comes first and talent comes first... You are considered a good student among my students."
Wang Heihu was startled and was so happy that he couldn't even slap his hands together.
"Zhang Xiang, you, do you recognize me as a worthless student?"
Zhang Ximeng gave him a blank look, "Do you have to be a general or a general to be successful? If you can do something well, be a good person, and have a clear conscience, you are considered a good student! But I recognize you as a student.
But I can’t give you a diploma, and I can’t let you become a member of the Qianhu household.”
"No, no need." Wang Heihu shook his head quickly, grinned widely, and burst into tears from the corners of his eyes as he smiled, "Sir, I will remember these words for the rest of my life. I will never forget them until I die!"
Zhang Ximeng stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder, and then whispered: "If you want to work in the village community, you must also learn arithmetic well and benefit the people. It is not that simple. The situations you will face in the future are more complicated. You must have
Be patient, learn to control your temper, and don't get angry with the folks. We are not here to be uncles. But when you encounter unfair things, you must take care of them! You can't turn a blind eye. If there are problems, just
Go to the local officials, the trainers, or even me. If you do evil, I will not show mercy. But if you are bullied or wronged, I will not agree!"
"Um!"
Wang Heihu nodded vigorously, "I know, disciple, all disciples know it!"
Zhang Ximeng didn't want to say so much, but when he was among the soldiers, Teacher Zhang's attributes exploded again.
He took the trouble to remind him again and again: there is no need to rush or slow down. You must be patient and principled...
They kept talking until the sun turned to the west, and then Zhang Ximeng watched everyone leave and said goodbye reluctantly.
By the time Zhang Ximeng returned to his residence, Jiang Nan had already heated the food three times.
"Drink some of this first to moisten your throat."
Zhang Ximeng took it, and it turned out to be mint water with some flower nectar added to it. It not only stimulates body fluids and quenches thirst, but also refreshes the mind.
"Thank you, madam, for being attentive.
Jiang Nan chuckled, "You must have relapsed into the teacher's problem, but these are the first batch of soldiers to go down, which is really crucial. If you don't get it right, all these days of hard work will be in vain."
Zhang Ximeng was stunned and could only smile bitterly and said: "We have achieved this step, and the rest is up to the big guys. From my heart, I believe in the people. They are far smarter than us and can understand clearly."
Jiang Nan pondered for a moment, then said to Zhang Ximeng: "Hurry up and eat, there are still other things to be busy with!"
Zhang Ximeng hesitated slightly and glanced at the pretty lady in light green clothes. Suddenly his heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly ate with his head down, eating big and big...
At this time, Wang Heihu had already left Kaifeng and rushed to his destination, a small village in Chenzhou.
Before that, his knowledge of Chenzhou was limited to the fact that Bao Zheng released grain in Chenzhou, and nothing more happened after that.
This time he went over with two hundred guan of treasure banknotes in his arms. This was a sum of money that every soldier could get, and it was regarded as starting capital.
After arriving at the village, they led the organized people to buy farm tools and seeds, and the conditions were good enough to buy a few cattle.
Then level the land, build water conservancy projects, and lead everyone to cultivate the fields and restore people's livelihood.
This is a plan that Zhang Ximeng, Zhu Yuanzhang, and several talented people came up with together, and it is naturally unmistakable.
But is this really the case?
Wang Heihu drove for several days until he arrived in Chenzhou and found the village. When he looked around, not only was there no one there, but there was even black smoke rising in several places.
He hurried over to check and found out that the house was burned down. What happened?
Didn’t it mean that all the people were organized?
Aren’t you going to lead everyone to prepare the land for farming?
Are you still asking everyone to buy seed farming tools?
This, how can I buy this?
Wang Heihu searched for a long time, but did not see a living person. In front of him, there was only desolation... Wang Heihu found a willow tree and sat down against the rough trunk.
Silently calculating, in fact, if you have a little bit of brainpower, you can understand that what Zhang Ximeng imagined cannot be wrong, but the local situation is definitely ten thousand times more complicated.
Just imagine, if the village community could be successfully established and the people integrated together... why did Zhang Ximeng go to such great lengths to arrange loans and encourage soldiers to go to the countryside?
If the Central Plains can really recover its strength by relying on its own strength, even if a few people die, as long as the losses are not big, why not take the opportunity to capture most of it?
Zhu Yuanzhang's analysis was very good, but in the final analysis, isn't he still not strong enough?
What's the problem?
It's all about the place... Ten years of war, hundreds of thousands of defeated troops, and repeated ravages have left the Central Plains riddled with holes and scars.
Where the Ming army could reach, order could be restored, but what would happen to the places where the Ming army could not reach?
Every time there is a war, ten houses and nine are empty, Huguang fills up Sichuan, Jiangxi fills up Huguang, big locust trees immigrate... Behind these things are the bones of countless people.
If a proper solution cannot be found, the existing people in the Central Plains will also suffer huge losses.
When the time comes to immigrate from the south, they will suffer heavy losses and their bones will be everywhere.
It’s not that Zhang Ximeng is ignorant of good and bad and insists on showing off his strength and ingenuity... but behind the rapid progress, there is a too cruel reality. People in the Central Plains are starving to death all the time, being robbed and killed by bandits...
Wang Heihu sat in silence for more than an hour, thinking about these things clearly, and became eager to try.
I was a hunter back then. After serving in the army for ten years, I sharpened my skills and my hunting instinct was not lost.
Now faced with the scene of vigorous vitality and all things competing, his hunting instinct instantly recovered.
He searched carefully and found the horse's hoof prints where the bandits were walking. He followed the marks until he discovered a bandit's lair in the valley at midnight.
The hills on both sides were not high, and the thieves were not well guarded. There were only two people standing guard outside, and in the middle of the night, they were all taking a breather.
Don't get me wrong, they are not guarding against the imperial court...that bullshit imperial court has long since ceased to exist.
It's enough for us to prevent other bandits and bandits from taking advantage of us.
We had just robbed a village and plundered dozens of houses. The young girls and wives all paid filial piety to the leader, and the rest were the coolies in the village. Those who couldn't do the work were driven into the mountains to fend for themselves.
how?
Do you think it's cruel?
The officers and soldiers are not as good as us!
Wang Heihu was very patient. He carefully checked the situation and determined the size of the thief.
It's not a big problem, there are only a hundred or ten people.
One to one hundred, is that outrageous?
As the deputy Qianhu in the Ming Dynasty's army, I can only say that the advantage lies with me!
Wang Heihu waited until the latter half of the night, with only half an hour left before dawn. He took action decisively, and shot through the throats of the two minions with only two arrows.
The battle will be over without waiting for them to shout.
Then Wang Heihu, like an ape, climbed into the gate of the village, touched the warehouse, and then started the process of setting fire with ease... What a mere copycat, he broke into the city and set fire to the city many times.
Then the warehouse was on fire.
It didn't matter if he was just on fire. Behind the billowing black smoke, Wang Heihu roared at the top of his lungs and shouted to kill, causing many enemies to sneak attack.
The question is can one person do it?
What's so difficult about this? We're in the military and don't understand the accents of southern and northern accents. How can we imitate several different voices?
Wang Heihu unleashed his Qianhu level operational abilities... setting fire, running, shouting to kill, and firing cold arrows at the running thieves.
Before a quarter of an hour had passed, the hasty thieves dispersed.
Wang Heihu then went to the dungeon at the back and rescued the people. Then he remembered something and hurriedly took out a Ming Dynasty flag from the backpack behind him.
Wang Heihu faced the rising sun, raised the red flag high and roared loudly.