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The fire did not spread.

It rained heavily in the evening, which reassured Zhang Jiatian. With a relaxed heart and a relaxed body, he walked out of the house after the rain, and met the two travelers who had not left the division headquarters.

The younger one is obviously a follower and has no qualifications to speak. The middle-aged man was also looking at the sunset after the rain, and when he saw Zhang Jiatian coming out, he smiled at him: "Master Zhang." ”

Zhang Jiatian also smiled and asked, "Brother, what do you call it?"

"My surname is Yin, Yin Fengming. ”

Immediately afterwards, Yin Fengming smiled again: "Let me tell you the truth of offending people, when I was outside the city, I really didn't expect you to be a teacher." This is really a hero!"

Zhang Jiatian was already holding back a stomach of bitter water, but now when he went out of the city to hunt, he couldn't eat a single rabbit hair, but he was frightened for most of the day, and the bitter water became more and more boiling, waiting for him to squirt out as soon as he opened his mouth: "I'm a hero! Didn't you say that you want to go back to Tianjin? Really, you get a box and load me, and take me away!"

"Yo. Yin Fengming showed a look of concern: "Is Senior Zhang troubled?"

Zhang Jiatian immediately sighed a nine-song "sigh".

Since Zhang Jiatian made his career, his vision has also been high, and he can't look down on ordinary people. This Yin Fengming is a decent person, but he has entered his eyes, and he is qualified to sit opposite him and talk about some gossip.

He asked the orderly to go to the restaurant to serve some good dishes, and two jugs of good wine, and the two sat and drank and talked with each other. Zhang Jiatian smacked the taste of wine in his mouth, but his spirit was completely unanesthetized by alcohol, and he only complained about the bitterness that could be complained, and he didn't say much about the rest.

"I can't rely on me when I'm young, right?" he complained very measuredly: "I knew that I was not the right division commander, but it just sounded good, but in fact, it didn't benefit at all." ”

Yin Fengming said, "Master Zhang, don't think so. If there are people in this person who don't listen to you, there must be people who listen to you. It's just that you'll have to find it yourself. ”

"There is one who seems to be willing to listen to me. That person is a miscellaneous regiment leader who doesn't love his grandmother and uncle, and to be honest, I've never seen such a miserable regiment leader. ”

Yin Fengming slapped his thigh: "Look, I'll just say yes, right?"

"Where's the good thing? Not only can I not count on that regimental commander, but I also have to put money on him. ”

"That's right. Yin Fengming said: "The more miserable he was before, the more you can show your current ability." Such a miserable person can make you feel alive, and it is impossible not to be greedy when others look at it. What should I do if I am greedy? I will follow him! I will come to you too!"

"Those people who came were not serious people who were good with me, they were all running for my money. ”

Yin Fengming smiled: "Alas, Master Zhang, if you come for money, is it a bad thing? People die for money!"

Zhang Jiatian pinched a small wine cup, pondering the words "people die for money", and felt that these four words had a deep meaning. After pondering for a long time with his head down, he nodded slowly at the end: "It's not, people die for money!"

When the two said this, they tacitly changed the topic together. After drinking like this until dark, Zhang Jiatian asked the orderly to clean up the house for Yin Fengming's master and servant and put him to sleep, and he also went to bed, continuing to ponder the words "people die for money". At midnight, he suddenly sat up and said to himself, "Then I'll try?"

Then he lay down again with a "coo", buried the lower half of his face in the quilt, and replied in a muffled voice: "Then try it!"

The next morning, Yin Fengming took his followers and got on the train in a dashing manner.

The man left as soon as he left, and Zhang Jiatian ignored it. After washing and dressing in the mirror, he put on the style of the division commander and called the regiment commander who was sick and wounded.

The head of the regiment is also surnamed Zhang, and his name is a little elegant, called Zhang Wenxin. When Zhang Jiatian saw him, he didn't talk nonsense, and asked: "The division commander Hong in front is gone, and the current division commander is me Zhang Jiatian." Are you happy to do it with me? If you are willing, I will lift you up, and if you are not happy, you can rest assured, I will not embarrass you. ”

Zhang Wenxin stood bent over the windowsill, and after not seeing him for two days, he added to the problem of rotten eyes. Listening to Zhang Jiatian's words, he raised his hand and wiped his red eyes, obviously a little excited, and his waist straightened up a lot: "Master! I am willing! I am very happy to be humble!"

"But since you have served my bowl, you must obey me. If you eat inside and out, then I'll go back and move the troops over, and I'll be the first to beat you first!"

Zhang Wenxin waved his hands around: "Don't dare, don't dare, I will never eat inside and out." The lowly position is now a bare pole, and there is no old master outside, so there is no place to pick it up. Besides, if the master treats me like this and saves me from fire and water, if I am ungrateful, am I still human?"

Zhang Jiatian asked again: "Remember what you said last time, how many more people can be brought in?"

"Yes, they're all in the same situation as me. ”

Zhang Jiatian thought for a while, and then said: "You keep today's words secret first, the military salary in my hand is limited, if you shout that the whole world knows about it, and the poor are all squeezed up, then you will have at most a porridge money at that time, and you will not be able to think about other good things!"

Zhang Wenxin hurriedly replied: "Yes! The lowly post must be kept secret! The lowly post has lived at such an old age, can there still be no doorkeeper on his lips? Rest assured, teacher!"

After Zhang Jiatian finished speaking, he always felt that Zhang Wenxin might be suffering from some unknown infectious disease, so he waved his hand outward: "You go first! Wait for my news!"

Zhang Wenxin saluted him, then rubbed his hands excitedly, and turned to say goodbye - he couldn't help grinning when he said goodbye, and there was a black hole in his mouth, which turned out to be missing a tooth.

After Zhang Wenxin left, the first thing Zhang Jiatian did was to open the window for ventilation, his head sticked out of the window, and he suddenly found that the wind outside was high and cloudy, and it was a cool and sunny weather.

He couldn't stay in the room anymore and walked all the way to the gate of the division's headquarters. Outside the gate was a flat clearing, and he and a few of the guards stood in a staggered position, with nothing to play with, except to look up at the magpie chirping in the trees. Occasionally, people passed by in front, and they all slipped away with their heads down, for fear of disturbing anyone in the division.

Zhang Jiatian watched the two big magpies flying between the treetops, and guessed that they were two people, and then thought of himself and Ye Chunhao. The problem of love is that you have to be distracted when you think about it, so when the young man rushed towards him, he kicked out completely intuitively, and kicked the young man more than a meter away. After kicking, he reacted and yelled, "Who?"

The young man rolled over and got up, holding a small knife and pounced on him again: "I'll kill you warlord!"

The guards never expected that an assassin would come to the entrance of the division department coldly, and they were all frightened, and they were about to take him as soon as they swarmed up, but Zhang Jiatian moved faster, and before the guards could rush forward, he had already grabbed the two wrists of the young man. The two people stand opposite each other, the upper two hands are evenly matched, swaying back and forth, left and right, and the lower two pairs of feet are also advancing and retreating in unison, either you retreat and I advance, or you advance and I retreat, as if you want to dance a waltz. After dancing like this, Zhang Jiatian suddenly raised his knee and slammed the man's stomach, causing the man to scream in pain, and Zhang Jiatian took this opportunity to snatch his knife and threw it backwards six or seven meters away.

This time, the man had no murder weapon, and Zhang Jiatian had a chance of winning.

The guards stood aside, and because they saw that the division commander's chances of victory were too obvious, they did not dare to rush forward to cause chaos. Zhang Jiatian was so idle that he was a little excited, and now he had an assassin by chance, and hand-to-hand combat was his forte. Pressing the young man's arms to the ground, he sat on the back of the family, raised his big fist and beat it. After a beating, he clapped his hands and stood up, and then he continued to ask, "Okay, you son of a bitch! Who sent you to assassinate me?"

The young man was beaten by him and couldn't get up, so he lay on the ground and raised his head and scolded: "You dog warlord! The land in Wenxian County has been looted clean by you dog warlords, and you are still not satisfied, and you still want to knock out the bones and suck the marrow and force the living to death!"

When Zhang Jiatian heard this, he was inexplicable, and immediately retorted: "Let your mother's fart go! It's been less than ten days since Lao Tzu came, why did he scratch you and suck you? Who are you?"

The young man took a few deep breaths and staggered up: "It's you! You forced the Chamber of Commerce to pay military salaries, and my family couldn't come up with the money, so the Chamber of Commerce forced my father to die! You dare to say that you don't have my father's blood on your hands?"

Zhang Jiatian felt that he had never seen such an unreasonable person, so he scolded angrily: "Whoever forced your father to die, who do you go to! I don't even know if your father is a male or a female, why are you looking for me for revenge?"

The young man trembled and raised his finger to him: "Even if I take this life today, I will ask you for justice!"

As soon as Zhang Jiatian heard this, he unbuttoned his military shirt and took off his shirt. Pulling the cuffs of his shirt up and up, he tilted his head and held his chest up, revealing a ruffian appearance: "What's the matter? You have to fight?" He patted his chest: "Cheng! Let's fight alone today, whoever has stage fright is the grandson!"

After saying this, he didn't wait for the young man to answer, he strode forward, and he suddenly threw a punch that hit the bridge of the young man's nose.

The young man fell to the ground on his back and was unconscious for three minutes.

Three minutes later, the young man woke up slowly, his eyes were dark for a while, and his head was buzzing. When he saw Zhang Jiatian beside him, he moved his lips and couldn't speak, and Zhang Jiatian stretched out his foot and kicked his head, saying, "Boy, are you convinced?"

The young man muttered and replied, "You warlords, you are too much of a bully......

When Zhang Jiatian heard this, he immediately replied: "Warlord is not a good word, I know! Let me hear you call me a warlord again, beware that I will beat you to death! Besides, you are afraid of being bullied? Easy to do, won't you become a warlord too? Won't you be bullying others?"

When the young man heard this, he closed his eyes.

Zhang Jiatian waited for a while, saw that he didn't say anything, suspected that he was dead, he was startled, and hurriedly bent down to take a closer look at his face, but he slowly opened his eyes at this moment, and said in a low voice: "You're right, I'll be a warlord too!"

Zhang Jiatian straightened his waist, pounced on his heart, and said to himself: "I thought it was a corpse." ”

The young man sat up slowly: "From today onwards, I will abandon literature and martial arts, and put pen to paper." ”

After saying this, he struggled to get up, the bridge of his nose was bruised and swollen, and he had changed his appearance. dragged his two feet slowly on the road, he didn't look back, and was about to leave, but he heard Zhang Jiatian behind him kick out a "boom": "Hey, bring your broken blade!"