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Chapter 231: A New Journey

When Gu Baichuan saw that Zhong Jinwei had stopped and wanted to listen carefully to what he said, he did not dare to neglect, and introduced Zhong Jinwei in detail: "The military status of the Ming Dynasty is as good as the peasant status, and the children of military households can also participate in the scientific examination." Compared with those with rural status, a greater advantage is that children from military families can not only participate in the imperial examination, but also directly participate in the qualification examination for examiners without taking the scholar examination."

"What, there is such a thing?" Zhong Jinwei was so surprised that he couldn't help but interrupt Gu Baichuan.

Gu Baichuan smiled slightly, nodded, and continued to introduce with a little pride: "Among the more than a thousand common people since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there are about 620 children from farmers' families, and 300 children from military families. There are more than 30 people, including 37 children from craftsmen families. Among them, there are many children from military families who eventually reached the position of assistant minister in the cabinet. The famous ones include Li Dongyang, Wan'an, Liu Ji, Yue Zheng, Liu Jue, Zhai Luan, Liang Chu, Mao Ji, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng, Shen Li, Zhao Zhigao, Wang Jiaping, Ye Xianggao, Fang Congzhe and other elders."

Among the people introduced by Gu Baichuan, Zhong Jinwei had not heard of many, but Gao Gong and Zhang Juzheng were very famous people. He did not expect that these two people were also from military families, which left him stunned. .

Ma Xianglin looked at something wrong and quickly shouted: "Master Hou, Master Hou?"

"Ah, oh, it's okay, it's okay. I'm really ignorant. I'm just kidding. I'm kidding." Zhong Jinwei was woken up by Ma Xianglin. His face turned red, but he immediately explained calmly.

If this matter is kept secretive, it will make people laugh secretly in their hearts that they are ignorant. But if they admit it directly and frankly, it will make people think that this person is generous, so they will not focus on his shallow knowledge.

After hearing Zhong Jinwei's words, Gu Baichuan felt a little sorry, and intentionally covered this part for Zhong Jinwei, so he reminded Zhong Jinwei: "Master Marquis, you see it's getting late, shouldn't we rush back?"

Zhong Jinwei looked up at the sky and saw that it was already getting late, so he nodded and said, "Okay, let's talk while we walk." [

The horseshoes sounded again, raising a cloud of dust. As Zhong Jinwei walked, he asked Gu Baichuan for advice on military households, and then went all the way back to Zhangjiakou.

The next day, the generals did not dare to disobey Zhongxing Hou's order and sent all the soldiers on the list.

Not to mention that Marquis Zhongxing was an imperial envoy, the fact that he now had 3,500 elite white-gun troops in his hands made them feel terrified.

Kong Fang was the first to bring people over to report. He had his mind set and moved closer to Zhong Jinwei. His intention was obvious to Zhong Jinwei, Qin Yiming and others.

Zhong Jinwei naturally would not refuse anyone who wanted to learn from him. He gave a few hints to let him work for the court with peace of mind and cooperate with Qin Yiming in managing Zhangjiakou. Both parties were happy.

Early the next morning, 1,200 strong soldiers with families drawn from the Xuanfu army were commanded by Kong Fang, and together with 500 white-pole infantry, they followed Zhang Fengyi's orders and set out from Zhangjiakou to escort Tonglu The eight treasonous Shanxi merchant families and some co-conspirators in the Zhangjiakou army went to the capital together with the Jianqiu Hesheli Xifu. At the same time, hundreds of carts of property were sent to the capital.

Zhong Jinwei stood at the top of the city, watching the army leave the city gate and meander away.

After about a quarter of an hour, he turned around to go back to the city and found Ma Xianglin still looking out.

Zhong Jinwei knew that he cared about his wife, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, although there are so many belongings, the soldiers recruited this time all have families and families, and they will definitely not abandon their families just for money. And five hundred white poles."

You can absolutely trust the army, and it’s not very far to the capital, so nothing will happen to you.”

Ma Xianglin blushed, turned around, and said to Zhong Jinwei: "Mr. Marquis, it's a joke. She is so skilled in martial arts and so careful, how can I be worried!"

Zhong Jinwei did not expose him. He looked at each other and Gu Baichuan and the others smiled, and then said: "Let's go back and make preparations. It's time to set off. There may be a few big battles ahead of us."

When Zhong Jinwei said this, he turned his head and looked west, thinking that he finally had time to pay attention to another important factor in the demise of the Ming Dynasty.

Early the next morning, Zhong Jinwei led his army to protect the soldiers from other border towns and headed west. Accompanying him were Li Laosi and other sword-wielding entourage who had returned from injury, the Dongchang squadron led by Gu Baichuan, Xie Dong's Jin Yiwei, Hu Hao's

The Ye Bu Shu team and the 800 white pole cavalry led by Ma Xianglin.

There are nearly a thousand people and horses, all of them cavalry, which makes it look extremely large.

Deputy Commander-in-Chief Qin Yiming led the white-pole infantry to garrison Zhangjiakou, and began to issue orders as the real boss, carefully rectifying the border defense and doing some preliminary preparations assigned by Zhongxing Hou.[

People here are busy, but people on the other side are very leisurely. They have grabbed enough things from the Ming Dynasty, and their hard work has been reduced.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of grassland, with green buds sprouting from the soil, and a small river that has swelled slightly due to the recent spring rain.

On one side of the river, there are three to four hundred yurts, and groups of cattle and sheep are freely nibbling the buds by the river. They don't care whether the buds of the grass will grow again after eating them.

The thing about green grass is that after eating this piece of grass, their owners will drive them to eat another piece of new grass.

After this spring rain, there are water droplets in the grass. When people walk through the grass, their shoes and pants will get wet, which makes people uncomfortable. Not many people would ask for this kind of suffering.

Therefore, there are not many people grazing. Most of them live in yurts, drinking kumis, eating large pieces of beef and mutton, and living a comfortable life.

Among this group of yurts, one yurt is obviously larger and belongs to a tribal leader of this small group.

In the yurt, a short, stocky, middle-aged man with a beard was sitting on the mat, using a knife to cut the lamb on the plate in front of him, and then stuffed it into his mouth. As he chewed, mutton oil flowed down the corners of his mouth.

It dripped onto his coat. But he didn't care at all. After eating a piece of meat, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, picked up a gold-inlaid wine flask on the desk with his left hand, and poured it into his mouth.

Before I could drink enough, the kumiss in the hip flask was bottomed out. I threw it on the ground angrily, complaining as I did so: "Grandma, these Han people's things are just not big enough. Everything is made so small, and it's so small even before I drink it."

Gone!"

"Be careful if you throw away the pot. We Mongolians can't make such a beautiful pot." The woman next to her hurriedly picked up the jug, wiped it with the edge of her skirt, and then looked at the jug while looking at it.

The man complained.

"If you can't make it, how can you get it? Don't be so precious. Next time, follow the Jurchen Khan and grab a few more." The man said nonchalantly.

After he finished speaking, he picked up the knife and cut the mutton.

"Look, do these earrings look good?" The woman put the wine bottle aside, picked up a pair of small mandarin duck earrings from a box full of gold and silver jewelry, and said to the man in her ear.

The man raised the corners of his eyes, glanced at the woman, and said dissatisfiedly: "If I had known that I was bothered with these jewelry every day, I would have stopped grabbing some Han jewelry next time."

Upon hearing this, the woman put the earrings back into the box and said to the man flatteringly: "I'm done with it. I'm going to warm up some mare's milk for you. Take good care of yourself. I'll be there next time."

Have energy.”

After saying that, the woman went out of the yurt.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the curtain, a small figure bumped in and bumped into her.

The woman knew who the visitor was, so she hugged him and said, "Why are you running so fast?"

"Eji, leave me alone." A little boy about six or seven years old struggled out of his mother's arms, stood there and shouted loudly to the man: "Eqi Ge, Zhamu said that he saw Adana's house

The boy has a gold lock bigger than mine. I don’t want this one anymore, I want a bigger one, bigger than his!”

After he finished speaking, he took off a small golden lock from his neck and threw it on the blanket on the ground. The small golden lock rolled a few times and landed with one side facing up. It did not move again. You could vaguely see the upward side of the golden lock.

Engraved with the two Chinese characters for "wealth and honor".

When the man saw that his son was venting his anger, he was not angry. He put down the knife in his hand for cutting flesh, stood up, walked around the table, walked over and picked up the gold lock.

He looked up and down the golden lock, approached the little boy, hung it around his neck again, and then said: "Don't worry, I will grab a bigger one for you next time. Or when you grow up, I will give it to you."

Let's go together, pick whatever you like."

This man spoke as if he were going to a treasure house, where the things in it belong to the Lord and he can choose whatever he wants.

"Well! I want to choose it myself. It must be bigger and better than the one in Adana's house. Well, Qige, I want to grow up quickly!" The little boy raised his head, looked at his father, and said in a firm tone.

The woman saw this scene from the side and smiled. Then she picked up the little boy and walked towards the table with the mutton. She said: "You are so good and ambitious. I like it. Eat more mutton and you will be faster."

When you grow up, you will be as strong as you, E Qige, and I will grab more gold and silver jewelry for E Ji when the time comes."

The little boy nodded and said, "I want to eat mutton." Before he finished speaking, he reached for the knife.

But at this moment, the knife placed on the table trembled slightly. When the woman heard this, she was slightly stunned. She quickly put the boy down and fell to the ground to listen to the sound.

The man's expression also changed. He listened carefully, ran to the door, and got out with a "swish".

"The enemy is attacking, there is the enemy attacking." The people grazing outside yelled out first and ran to the yurts one after another. They had no weapons on them.

The face of the man who had just emerged from the yurt changed drastically. He could already hear the sound of horse hooves from the accelerating cavalry in the yurt. When he took a closer look, he found a cavalry troop holding various weapons and speeding towards this direction.

Come.

It can be seen from the approach of this cavalry army that the hostility is very obvious.

Then he discovered that there were two cavalry troops on the other sides speeding over, forming an encirclement.

He shouted in despair, then got back into the yurt to get his weapons.

No one expected that the mantis was hunting the cicada, with the oriole behind. On a hill not far from here, three people were crouching, watching this scene.


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