Chapter 94: The first person to be recorded in history
Ten days later, Chen and Ji met at the gate of Shoukuan School, the southern part of the complex.
A tall woman stood in front of Zheng Haizhu.
What she was wearing was just the most common coat and skirt worn by women of this dynasty, with a half-armor made of lake-blue Songjiang cotton. There was no ostentatious attire like a cloak or a cloak at all.
But Zheng Haizhu felt in an instant that the other party's majestic attitude seemed to completely block the sunlight shining down from the sky.
Not only because of his tall stature, but also because of his battlefield power that comes from many years of military service.
This power is like the wings spread by an eagle when it soars into the sky, or like the waves caused by a dragon when it goes out to sea.
This power is the confidence of the driver Ximen to show off his victory, and it is also the oath that Loulan will never return until he is broken.
Compared with such real power, the royal relatives and relatives are so radiant and brilliant, their golden robes are worth an inch, the noble courtiers are generous and dignified, and their exquisitely patchwork official robes all look like costumes on the stage, just making a mere appearance.
It's just a matter of meeting guests and asking for a lucky break from the world.
"Miss Zheng, nice to meet you."
Qin Liangyu lowered his gaze, raised his hands, and took the lead in greeting with fists.
She had heard Zheng Haizhu's name several times from her son Ma Xianglin after arriving in Songjiang.
Today, when she met her, even though she looked slightly startled, Qin Liangyu still felt that this girl was exactly what she imagined.
He looks like an ordinary person with no magical appearance, but given time, he will not be mediocre.
Just like the elite men and women under his command now, they were ordinary young men by the waterside in the Shili Mountains and in the fields and villages back then, but their eyes for picking people never went wrong.
The only difference between the girl in front of them and them is that she doesn't have their murderous spirit - nor does she need it.
Zheng Haizhu stepped forward, thought for a moment, and pulled back his hands that were about to reach out to clasp his fists, clasped them around his waist, and bowed slightly to Qin Liangyu in a blessing ceremony.
"I've met General Qin."
Then he looked at Ma Xianglin aside and said apologetically: "It was agreed before that I should go to Guanyi to welcome General Qin today."
Ma Xianglin smiled and waved his hand: "We are early, so we should bother you first. My mother wanted to visit the scenery on both sides of the Moon River in Songjiang. After getting up in the morning, I took a boat with her and drove directly to the gate of your school.
"
Qin Liangyu also showed a kind and sincere look on her face: "Miss Zheng, don't be polite. Although, in terms of age, I will consider you as your elder, but you saved Xianglin's life in the bandit village. I don't care about anything else. Let's just talk about this friendship.
, as a mother, I have to come and say thank you."
After saying this, she waved behind her, and her entourage hurriedly carried several boxes up.
Ma Xianglin was about to lean over, but Qin Liangyu held back, opened the box himself, and showed Zheng Haizhu one by one the Sichuan and Sichuan specialties he had brought.
"This is Sichuan brocade, this is Xue Tao's paper, these are the Sichuan fans that are most popular, the tungflower phoenix fan and the light Luo tuan fan. I heard from Xianglin that Miss Han's painting skills are even better than embroidery.
, I brought these fans and asked Miss Han to play with them."
Qin Liangyu has no pretensions, and the appropriateness of his words can be used as a teaching material.
The majesty you saw just now is so impressive that you want to worship him, and the kindness you see now is so refreshing.
Zheng Haizhu finally relaxed and stared openly at Qin Liangyu's half arm.
Qin Liangyu was considerate and raised his head and said: "Ms. Zheng, must you have recognized it? Yes, this is the Songjiang cotton cloth sent by your mansion. After Xianglin ordered someone to send back the stone cloth last year, I asked the craftsman to do it.
I am a tailor and have made dozens of pieces for women in the army. I often wear them myself."
Zheng Haizhu said with a smile: "The general likes to wear it, and my family is very honored. The mandarin ducks hold military talismans in their sleeves, and they are armed with red makeup. Today, I have a big errand for you, and it is also related to Songjiang cotton."
After she finished speaking, Lu Xiangsheng, who was beside her, stepped forward with his cotton armor in his arms.
Zheng Haizhu had brought the modified cotton armor according to Ma Xianglin's request to the school yesterday, and went to Lu Xiangsheng to share the background information. Today, he planned to let him appear in front of the mother and son.
There is no military fan in the world who only loves the art of war and not famous generals, but Lu Xiangsheng is by no means a low-level fan who only admires with his eyes.
After a thousand days of reading, Lu Xiangsheng, the future god of war, combined the various weapons and armor-breaking skills he saw in military books with the cotton armor in his hand to talk to Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin.
So, without saying a few words, the mother and son's attention shifted from the cotton armor to the jade-faced young man in front of them.
Zheng Haizhu said at the right time: "General Ma is a descendant of General Fubo Ma Yuan and Duke Ma, and Master Lu is a descendant of Duke Lu Zhao, one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty. Both of them indeed have the legacy of martial arts in the Han and Tang Dynasties. Master Lu is familiar with the art of war.
I have practiced martial arts since I was a child and have excellent arm strength, but after all I have never led an army in battle, and I don’t know how to rectify the military discipline of an iron division. If we open a martial arts branch, Mr. Lu’s teaching alone is not enough, I want to give him a heavy gift
Recruit a few warriors from the Shi Dian Army to come to Songjiang, hoping that General Qin will approve it."
Hearing this, Qin Liangyu pondered slightly, stared at Zheng Haizhu and said: "Miss Zheng, thanks for your respect for our native people, I sent a few good soldiers from the army from Shili. It didn't cost much. However, private schools in private schools do this.
Is it appropriate?"
Zheng Haizhu is saving this section so that Qin Liangyu can feel the tips he has given to his seniors and suddenly realize.
After all, it was my first time to meet such a famous general, and my age was also at stake. I could never let the words "I am smart and capable" hang on my forehead.
She then wiped away 60% to 70% of the hesitation on her face, changed her expression to a cautious one and said: "I experienced last year, and I personally saw that the inspection department and the guard station in Susong were either underpopulated or the military discipline was slack.
, thinking about how powerful the Ming Dynasty was in the past, as a people, I feel unwilling to accept it. But General Qin is right, there are many taboos about this matter, but I am naive and impatient."
Ma Xianglin couldn't see that the enthusiasm of the woman in front of him was suddenly extinguished, and said: "In fact, it may not be so taboo. Isn't the Escort Bureau also a place where martial arts people gather? There are private schools for civil examinations, but why can't there be schools for martial examinations? Azhu, you go and ask first.
Ask Magistrate Zhuang and Brother Huang, if they report to the court and there are proper rules and regulations to follow, they will inform my mother and me. Don't be indifferent to such ambitions first."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zheng Haizhu nodded repeatedly and thought to himself, how could I think like this?
In the timetable in my memory, two years later will be the Battle of Sarhu, and four years later will be the bloody battle of Hunhe River. How many elite Sichuan and Zhejiang soldiers were lost to Nurhachi's troops, so that the court was temporarily helpless.
Soldiers are adjustable.
By the way, General Ma, your father-in-law, Zhang Quan, who will be the patrol commander of Liaodong, will also commit suicide after the fall of Liaoyang.
And in the meantime, you Shili Tusi soldiers and Xiong Tingbi finally mobilized the Zhejiang soldiers who went north, and there was an internal fight, and they almost became incompatible with each other.
Even so, I, a humble time traveler who is unwilling to do nothing, still wonder if I can save the Ming Dynasty from the approaching embarrassing situation.
With every passing day, we are trying to reverse certain historical junctures.
After all, the current commander-in-chief of Zhenjiang in South Zhili is still Qi Jin, a descendant of Qi Jiguang.
After all, it would be no exaggeration to say that you, General Ma, and I have a close relationship.
After all, Lu Xiangsheng was also fooled by me.
After all, my other brother Yan Siqi, who wants to be the boss, is about to become as rich as anyone in the country.
So, why can't I build a Huangpu Military Academy on the bank of the Huangpu River, which has been dug out three hundred years in advance?
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It's night, in the official post of Songjiang Prefecture.
Qin Liangyu was sitting in the front hall of the upper room, looking at the banknotes on the table.
The Chengdu Prefecture and Chongqing Prefecture in the Shu region have also begun to use this kind of deed paper that can exchange silver.
However, the printed patterns on the banknotes here in Jiangnan are more complicated and exquisite, which even discourages forgers.
Not long after, Ma Xianglin came back from the practice banquet held at Zhuangfutai.
After Qin Liangyu drank a cup of sobering tea brought by the waiter, Qin Liangyu said in a deep voice: "Xianglin, you were not here just now. I didn't have a few words with Grandma Shen, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Gu family, and she left and left this
The wooden box said that the elders of the Gu family knew that I was going to the capital to propose marriage, so they gave me a small gift to join in the excitement of the happy event. My mother thought it was a hairpin ring or jewelry, but she didn't expect it to be a thousand taels of silver notes. Is this gift a gift?
It’s too heavy.”
Ma Xianglin took the banknote and took a look at it, then opened the small paper bag sealed with fire paint in the box, tore it open, memorized the secret code accompanying the banknote, and burned it on the candlestick.
One thousand taels is nothing, it's just a small change I got for some people during my trip south.
He then calmly said to his mother: "Mom, don't be afraid. I protected Miss Han when I was suppressing bandits, and later I helped Dong Qichang. The Han family are in-laws of the Gu family, and the Dong family are family friends of the Gu family."
, It is reasonable for the Gu family to respect me as a distinguished guest. Here in the south of the Yangtze River, the government officials are poor and the gentry are rich. A thousand taels of silver is really nothing to them. The Dong family also gave me a pair of jade bracelets yesterday.
A set of gold jewelry is worth at least a thousand taels."
Qin Liangyu stared at his son's face and fell into memories.
Four years ago, there was a rebellion in western Sichuan. Qin Liangyu, a female chieftain of Shili, led the army to put down the rebellion as before.
The rebels were defeated, and peace returned to Ming Dynasty's western frontier. However, Qin Liangyu's youngest brother Qin Bangyi was killed by an arrow. Qin Liangyu fell ill in grief and exhaustion, and his only son Ma Xianglin, who was only 16 years old, went to Beijing to offer prisoners on his behalf.
, receive rewards from the court.
After his son came back that time, he changed a lot. The young man's original knot over his father being framed and killed seemed to be showing signs of unraveling.
At that time, Qin Liangyu finally felt relieved when he heard his son say things like "Long Live and the military officials all praised my mother" and "The Ming Dynasty still valued our Shili soldiers."
She only has this one son, and of course she is afraid that on the day when her son inherits the title of chieftain of Shili, the hidden hatred will suddenly change from deep pain to determination to rebel, causing the whole of Shili to fall into the abyss.
The last thing a general who has experienced cruel wars wants to see is a new war.
After that trip to Beijing, his son showed his ambition to repay the favor of the imperial court. He led his army to help Hanzhong several times. After suppressing the rebellion of the refugees, he was promoted by the Ministry of War to train troops near the capital.
After three years of separation, mother and son only reunited during one Spring Festival. It was not until last year that Qin Liangyu learned from the good news sent by the Chongqing government that his son had made new achievements, annihilating a large number of water bandits in South Zhili, and was transferred to
Zhenjiang, assisting Qi Jin, a descendant of Qi Jiguang, in training troops.
The Qin family is full of talented generals. Xianglin's two uncles, Qin Bangping and Qin Minping, heard from their sister that their nephew was such a promising person, and they were so happy that they held a banquet with hundreds of tables for three days in the village.
However, as a mother, Qin Liangyu soon fell into new worries.
The son's letter not only said that he would not return home during the Spring Festival, but would escort the Weaving Bureau south to sell goods. He also asked his mother to leave Sichuan after the spring. After meeting him in Songjiang, he would go north to the capital to propose marriage to Zhang Quan, the minister of the Ministry of War. The matchmaker was the Third Battalion of the Imperial Guard.
One, the admiral of the Shenji Camp.
The Weaving Bureau and Shenji Camp are both under the supervision of eunuchs.
Although Qin Liangyu had sincerely hoped that his son would not have any dissatisfaction with the imperial court, he never expected that his son, who lost his father due to the eunuch's rape and conspiracy, would have an extraordinary relationship with the eunuch in both official and private affairs in just three years.
friendship.
When they met in Songjiang this time, the worried mother received only the filial respect and respect from her son as before, but she did not receive a straightforward explanation from him.
What Ma Xianglin and his mother said was no more profound than the few words in the letters home. It was simply that Liu Shimin took great care of him, and although Zhang Shilang was a civil servant, he could find such a good opportunity as his son-in-law.
Can't be lost.
Qin Liangyu felt for the first time that his son's face was covered with a strange shadow.
The Songjiang gentry gave her a generous gift worth a thousand taels of silver, which made her even more uncomfortable.
But at this moment, Qin Liangyu no longer asked about the banknotes and the Gu family, but stood up and fetched a bamboo leaf and brocade pattern baggage.
"Xianglin, today Miss Zheng accompanied me to Sheshan to enjoy the scenery. When she sent me back, she gave me these forehead wipes, cloud shoulders and handkerchiefs. She said they were embroidered by her and the lady, or they were new styles produced by her own weaving workshop. Please
The bride accepts it with joy."
Ma Xianglin didn't look through it like he did when he saw the banknote.
He glanced at her, twitched the corner of his mouth, and then returned his gaze and said indifferently, "She's interested."
In such a short moment, the subtle changes in the son's expression still cannot escape the mother's eyes.
Qin Liangyu saw his son's unwillingness, then suppressed it, and replaced it with a false disapproval, trying to cover up the sadness that followed.
In fact, even without this moment of ups and downs, Qin Liangyu had already discerned her son's thoughts clearly in Miss Zheng's school that day - her son, who had been silent since his boyhood, suddenly became talkative in front of Miss Zheng.
However, Qin Liangyu confirmed with regret that there was no disturbance in Miss Zheng's heart. The way she looked at Xianglin was no different from the way she looked at the official Yao family and Mr. Lu.
Qin Liangyu tied the baggage again under the lamp, and said to his son in a complicated tone that was both serious and kind: "We have all given generous gifts to those close to us, which shows how important the marriage is. Xianglin, you can think of it."
Okay, do you really want to marry Shilang Zhang’s daughter?”
Ma Xianglin took a few more sips of tea and said with a smile: "Now that I've made up my mind, I asked my mother to come out of Sichuan. Aren't you looking forward to having a grandson?"
Qin Liangyu sighed inaudibly: "Just think about it."
The female general stood up, her tall figure looking like a god against the candlelight in the dark night.
"Mother is going to rest first. I have only known war for half my life and don't know anything about other things. Han people have a lot of etiquette for civil servants. They pay attention to taboos after entering the capital. Remember to tell mother first."