After coming out of the county government office, the guards led the horses. Han Baihang frowned secretly. To be honest, he was a little scared to ride a horse now. In other people's eyes, having guards leading the horses into stirrups was very majestic, but he was the only one who knew best that every time he rode a horse, he felt like he was suffering.
It was so painful. The injury from the Nanyuan competition has not healed. Last time I was in Shangqiu, I should have rested for a while to recover from the injury, but something like Zhu Chunzi happened after half a day, and the injury has been dragging, until now my chest
There was still a dull pain in the shoulder socket. He hesitated for a moment, waved his hand and asked the guard to take the horse aside and said, "I won't be riding anymore. I just want to take a walk around the city."
He was swaggering through the streets with a squad of guards, and the people looked at him with curious and timid eyes. Yesterday's incident of the officers and soldiers capturing the bandits had spread like wildfire throughout the city. This meeting gift made the people have a good impression of Han Baihang's department.
, the people were really harmed by bandits.
After being watched all the way, Han Baihang finally arrived at Ding's house on Liuyuan Street in Beicheng. As soon as he walked into the alley, he felt that the surroundings were deserted, and he felt like a wealthy family. He had heard someone say that there was a piece of stone on the lintel of Ding's house.
I just happened to come over and take a look at the golden plaque that says "Jinshi and the title of Jinshi".
The members of the regiment who were standing guard for the Ding family ran over from a distance, and led the way with nods and bows. When they reached the entrance hall, they saw the golden plaque hanging with red silk. Han Baihang suddenly felt itchy, but he regretted that he couldn't take a photo without a mobile phone in his hand.
"The Ding family has a high lintel!"
Han Baihang raised his head and sighed, then stepped up the steps and walked in. He knew that Ding Zuopeng respected his status and would not go out to greet him.
At this moment, the honking of a car suddenly came from the other end of the alley. He looked back in surprise and waved to the guards to move out of the way. He thought to himself that there were such rare things as cars in Yongcheng. He saw a black car driving to the gate.
In front of the car, before the people in the car got off, several maidservants ran out of Ding's house happily, shouting: "Miss is back."
Ding Zuopeng’s daughter?
Han Baihang became interested and deliberately stopped for a moment, waiting to see what Ding Zuopeng's daughter looked like.
The maid opened the car door and carefully invited a tall and graceful woman to come out. The woman was probably in her twenties, with a delicate and graceful appearance. She wore her hair in a gentle and elegant bun. She had no makeup on her face and was wearing moon-white clothes.
She was wearing a coat and skirt, and when she got out of the car, she just revealed a pair of small and exquisite feet wearing embroidered shoes.
Miss Ding got out of the car and saw Han Baihang blocking the door. Seeing him staring straight at her, she couldn't help but give him a stern look.
Han Baihang smiled and got out of the way, but his heart trembled slightly. This woman was still the most beautiful person he had seen since coming to the Republic of China. She was three points more beautiful than the famous prostitute Cuiyun he saw on Duan Zhigui's float.
"Who is this person?"
Miss Ding walked a few steps away and asked her servants. Unexpectedly, Han Baihang heard it and rushed to say: "Don't you dare let Miss Ding know that I am Han Baihang, the company commander of the Yongcheng garrison."
Miss Ding paused for a moment and snorted coldly.
Han Baihang smiled and walked in. At this time, the regiment leader who was leading the way whispered: "Captain Han, don't dare call me Miss. Miss Ding is called Miss Ding by the government. You should call me Mrs. Xu, or Young Mistress of the Xu family."
"Married out!"
Han Baihang said with some disappointment: "Which Xu family will you marry into?"
Tuan Ding said: "Mr. Xu of Xu Wangtang in the east of the city, the young lady is married to the eldest young master of the Xu family."
Han Baihang said oh, he had not fully recognized the wealthy families in Yongcheng, and did not know who Xu Wangtang was, but he thought that he must be a great family to be able to marry Ding Zuopeng.
Walking all the way to the atrium, I saw a middle-aged man with a purple square face and thick eyebrows and narrow eyes walking towards me. He was probably in his forties, with a well-maintained figure and a dignified demeanor. It was obvious at a glance that he was a manipulative man.
As a big shot, Han Baihang already guessed that he was Ding Zuopeng without asking.
"President Ding!"
Han Baihang stood up and saluted, and shouted respectfully. Facing the local emperor in Yongcheng, he naturally had to disguise himself and couldn't lose his etiquette.
Ding Zuopeng laughed loudly, cupped his hands and said: "Captain Han, you are even younger and more promising."
Han Baihang was stunned. There was no reason for his words. He smiled slightly and said: "When I first entered the house, I saw the golden plaque of your mansion. It opened my eyes. When I saw President Ding in person, I saw that the nobility is still there." This is true.
It’s not that he’s afraid of flattery, nobility is something that benevolent people have different views on, and it is said to be idealistic, but it actually exists. Ding Zuopeng has this kind of thing, which has been accumulated in the official family for generations.
Ding Zuopeng laughed loudly and said: "Company Commander Han was too well-respected and had no sense of nobility. He was ruined by the Qing Dynasty."
Han Baihang said: "The feudal system is over, but the good things left by our ancestors cannot be over."
Ding Zuopeng's eyes flashed: "Yes, let's talk about the rules!"
Han Baihang knew that Ding Zuopeng was trying to criticize him, but he didn't answer the question. Rules were set by people. Since he came to Yongcheng, he was here to break the old rules and establish new ones.
"President Ding, when I came in just now, your daughter came back. Will I disturb your father-daughter reunion? If so, I'd be really sorry." Han Baihang changed his voice.
When Ding Zuopeng saw Han Baihang didn't answer, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, but his expression quickly returned to normal. He hadn't found out Han Baihang's background yet, so he was in no hurry to show off his cards so quickly, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, anyway, my husband's family is also from Yongcheng.
, we’re only half a city apart, so we can see each other often.” He stretched out his hand and said, “Company Commander Han, please come in!”
Han Baihang walked side by side with Ding Zuopeng and said: "I heard that Miss Ding married to the Xu family in the east of the city. I first came to Yongcheng and I don't know who Xu Wangtang is. Can President Ding introduce him to her?"
Ding Zuopeng's face suddenly turned cold, and he said calmly: "Xu Wangtang has a close relationship with Yijun. After 1911, he served as the commander of the Yongcheng City Defense Camp. Luo Huhu, who was dismissed by the county magistrate a few days ago, was one of his people."
Han Baihang raised his eyebrows. He heard that Ding Zuopeng was not very fond of Xu Wangtang, his in-laws, but he was not interested in exploring the grudges between the Ding and Xu families. Ding Zuopeng's last words caught his attention. Luo Huhu turned out to be a member of the Xu family. See
The Ding family is not the only giant who comes to Yongcheng, and the Xu family cannot be underestimated.
"Then I have to find time to meet him. Luo Huzhu disappeared, which may have something to do with the kidnapping of County Magistrate's wife," Han Baihang said.
Ding Zuopeng said meaningfully: "Then it's time for you to come and ask him carefully."
While they were talking, the two of them had already entered the living room. Han Baihang suddenly felt his eyes light up. He saw that the furnishings inside were all foreign goods, pianos, gramophones, rocker phones, crystal chandeliers, murals on the roof, and oil paintings on the surrounding walls.
He was pleasantly surprised. He was relatively close to these modern things.
"These things used to be called strange and obscene techniques, but now you know how to use them." Ding Zuopeng and Han Baihang sat on the sofa. As soon as they raised their fingers, the maid turned on the gramophone and played melodious music.
"With coffee or tea?" Ding Zuopeng asked.
Han Baihang smiled and said: "It would be better if we have Dutch water."
Ding Zuopeng laughed and said: "Company Commander Han is just like my daughter. She usually likes to drink Dutch water. My family specially hired someone to make it. It tastes very good."
Han Baihang recalled the glare Miss Ding gave her when she entered the house, and couldn't help but ask: "What's Miss Ding's name?" It didn't feel right until he said it. These days, men and women are still on guard, especially Ding Zuopeng's daughter.
Ding Zuopeng was also stunned by Han Baihang's question, but he didn't look displeased. He glanced at Han Baihang and said, "My daughter's name is Ding Qingyao."
"Ting Ting Ming Gan Zhao, Luo Luo Qing Yaoliu, what a good name." Han Baihang blurted out.
Ding Zuopeng was very surprised and said: "I didn't expect that Company Commander Han had also read Tao Yuanming's poems."
"I studied it during my spare time in the army, and then I did a lot of tricks in front of President Ding." Han Baihang smiled implicitly. He wanted to thank Tao Yuanming's poems for being listed as a required classical Chinese essay in high school.
"Not simple, not simple."
Ding Zuopeng looked Han Baihang up and down, tutting his tongue. In his heart, he looked down on the people in the military. The garrison officers he met in the past were all greedy, lustful and vulgar people. Now that he suddenly met Han Baihang, he couldn't help but feel good about him.