Originally, Dong Ping and others thought that even if these generals were angry again, they would always have some scruples and treat them more preferentially. Unfortunately, as soon as the two wooden doors of the military were closed, they fell into hell completely.

Clothes, shoes, socks, scarves, fans, but all the things on their bodies were stripped of their fine, replaced with tattered coarse cloth clothes and trousers, and straw sandals on their feet, and the first errand they received was to clean the stables.

Where did the scholars do these pickling work, they almost rolled up their sleeves to find the general's theory, but just as they were about to lift their feet, a soldier who did not obey military orders was tied to the wooden pillar next to them. The barbed whip was whipped up like the wind, but after a dozen strokes, the man's flesh was blurred. Everyone was so frightened that their eyes straightened, and one timid scholar even peed his pants.

The soldiers who passed by on the side may have also heard their Xue Dashao's "bold words", and they all smiled and pinched their finger bones to rattle...

Needless to say, the stables were cleaned, but because they had been used for so long, dinner was wrong. Without even a little soup, they were scattered and divided into ten tents, and at night they listened to the snoring of the soldiers like thunder, and each of them stayed awake all night. When they got up in the morning, before the sky was bright, they were kicked up and followed the soldiers to the school field to practice knives, and the thirty-pound pure iron broadsword was waved for an hour, and everyone felt that their arms were not their own. But what's even more terrifying is still to come, breakfast is actually vegetable soup! No, it should be said that vegetable porridge, but there are so few grains of rice that you can't find it.

Xu Mao was fat, so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he yelled for a piece of cake from the leader. As a result, the leader of the gang pointed to the big bowl that the other soldiers had licked cleanly, and scolded, "You should be your own home, if you don't like to eat, get out of here!" Leaving porridge can feed another hero, and it is a waste to give you these wastes to eat! ”

Xu Mao was so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick, and he wanted to argue again, but he was persuaded by Dong Ping. After the meal, everyone carried rough logs all over the barracks and ran circles, but whenever they were tired, they would be greeted by dozens of big feet at the same time, and they would be kicked until they got up again. I finally got two pieces of cake and a bowl of cabbage soup at noon, continued to carry wood in the afternoon, and a bowl of vegetable porridge in the evening, and then patrolled with an iron gun until midnight before returning to the tent...

In just three days, the scholars were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to speak, and they lost their temper completely. Some people began to pretend to be sick, and some people moved out of the name of a relative who was an official in the family, but unfortunately they were all exposed without exception, and what they got in the end was that their jobs were doubled and their meals halved.

Dong Ping is a lively person, and he has done a lot of work at home before, and he can afford to work hard. He couldn't sleep at night and pondered, feeling that he couldn't get out for the time being, so he tried his best to get close to the veterans of the same tent. Sometimes I help write a letter home, and sometimes I tell everyone a miscellaneous story.

At first, the soldiers treated him with cynicism. But the farmers and the industry are outside. These soldiers, who have the lowest social status and are not even as good as businessmen, are still a little timid towards scholars in their bones, and they have heard that Dong Ping has a reputation for showing talent, so they don't dare to be too rude.

Slowly, Dong Ping got along with these soldiers a lot better, and they could talk and laugh together on weekdays. Seeing this, other scholars can barely catch their breath.

Except for Xue Dashao, who was the focus of the general's care, living alone in a tent with nine grumpy soldiers, and every night everyone could hear him being beaten in the tent while shouting about how powerful his uncle was, and what kind of family his aunt had married to...

Xizi was very worried because she couldn't follow her master into the barracks, so she wandered around the barracks all day. One day, he helped a veteran who bought a basket of vegetables and won the veteran's praise. He waited for the veteran to come out every day, and then ran before and after to help with the work. The veteran was a good person, and when he saw him crying with a handful of snot and tears, he said that he was worried about his young master, so he helped bring some food and broken silver to Dong Ping.

Dong Ping got food and money and directly asked the veterans to buy some slightly better meals and a jar of bud grain wine, and secretly took back the tent at night to invite the soldiers to dinner. As the saying goes, wine is a close friend, and meat is a brother. After the wine and food were robbed by the soldiers, Dong Ping also became their good brother. Not to mention being a timekeeper on weekdays, even his bed was arranged in the best position in the tent.

Xizi heard the news brought out by the veteran, so far she completely took a ditch not far from the gate of the barracks as her home, and waited for the veteran to come out every day, so that she could occasionally bring some food for the young master.

He also begged to see Mr. Yang, and wanted him to ask Old Man Meng to come forward and quickly take his young master out. But Old Man Meng tried General Wu several times, and everyone bit the three-month deadline and didn't let go, just didn't let go. Mr. Yang also felt sorry for his disciple, but he had nothing to do with General Wu, and gradually became afraid of this little scholar, and he mostly refused to meet him because he was sick.

After listening to Xizi's words, Dong Rong frowned and thought for a long time, then raised her hand to signal him to get up, and said, "It's been really hard for you for more than a month, so you can take a good rest these days." ”

Kiko was originally afraid that Madame would blame him, but when he heard this, the panic and helplessness that had been accumulated for a month exploded, and he cried out, "Madam, don't you blame me? I didn't take good care of the second young master, the veteran said that the second young master was as thin as a bamboo pole, I felt distressed! ”

Dong Rong saw him wipe his snot and tears on his sleeve, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile and comforted, "You kid, what do I blame you for?" Without you trying to figure it out, your young master's life will be even more difficult. Not only do I not blame you, but I have to reward you. What do you want, just say! ”

Kiko immediately shouted without thinking about it, "Braised pork!" I drooled in my dreams, and I wanted to eat a big pot of braised pork! ”

Everyone in the room was amused by him, and Zizhu stepped forward to help him and said, "Madame is pregnant now and can't be tired, I'll make it for you to eat today." I learned my craft from my wife, and I kept a taste! ”

How could Xizi insist, who was ignorant, insisted that the master cook, so he saluted and went down happily.

Dong Rong took a sip of tea slowly, and finally called Steward Zhang to step forward, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Zhang, you will find a way to inquire about the affairs of General Wu's family in a while, and see if there are any opportunities to take advantage of it." ”

Steward Zhang's mind quickly turned around a few times, nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, madam, I can save it." In addition, Mr. Yang's favorite dim sum is to choose a few boxes of soft and easy-to-overcome dim sum to send to his old man? ”

"That's right, by the way, I will tell the old man that I am pregnant now, and I can't think too much about it."

Steward Zhang understood, and quickly bowed down and retreated.

Mr. Yang was walking back and forth in the backyard study with his hands behind his back, sighing twice from time to time. Mo Bo couldn't see his master so anxious, and couldn't help but persuade, "Master, you don't have to worry too much, Young Master Dong, they have a reputation after all, and General Wu won't embarrass them too much." ”

Mr. Yang walked to the table, raised his hand and took the tea bowl and drank it in one gulp, and sighed, "I thought the same way before, but General Wu may have some scruples, but the soldiers below may not be willing to show mercy to his subordinates. The Meng family has a nephew in the barracks, and according to what he heard, Juncheng and they... Hey, but I didn't suffer less. Now that the big girl of the Dong family is here again, if she blocks me and asks for someone, where will I put my old face? As a gentleman, he can't even protect his own disciples, let alone Juncheng is still the son-in-law of our family..."

"That's... It's better to call yourself sick for a few more days, sir. Mo Bo couldn't either, so he replied indiscriminately.

When the master and servant were worried, a servant came to report to the steward and ask to see him. Mo Bo hurriedly greeted him out, for fear that Steward Zhang would break in and see through the fact that his master was pretending to be sick. Fortunately, Steward Zhang was very polite, stood outside the door and said a few words before going back.

Mo Bo was confused and carried the dim sum box into the house, Mr. Yang carefully asked what Steward Zhang said, and finally said helplessly, "You send this dim sum to Meng Lao to taste fresh, and by the way, ask his nephew who is far away when he will be on duty, and take the Dong family to see Juncheng when the time comes." ”

"Yes, sir." Mo Bo directly took the snack box and went to Meng's house, and soon Steward Zhang received the news that he would be able to send someone to the military camp to visit Dong Ping tomorrow afternoon.

Dong Rong happily immediately called Zizhu, who was busy picking up her luggage, to come over, and ordered, "You put down all the trivial things, hurry up and go to make noodles, prepare fillings, and steam buns in the drawer tomorrow morning, I will take them to Brother Ping to relieve his hunger." He doesn't know what he's lost all these days. ”

"Yes, ma'am. What kind of stuffing does the second young master like, I'll go to Zhang Luo. ”

"I don't put any dishes, just pure meat filling. Yun Rui is as you appoint, and then pack those pills for preparation. ”

After she finished speaking, she turned to Steward Zhang and said, "Uncle Zhang, you send someone to the butcher's shop to order a few pigs, and send them to the barracks together tomorrow." The Meng family's convenience is already for Mr. Yang's sake, let's always be cautious, in case someone provokes trouble, Lao Jun is the best excuse. ”

"It's still Madame's thoughtfulness, I'll arrange it." Steward Zhang and Zizhu saw that the master did not give orders, so they hurriedly retreated.

The whole courtyard was completely busy, except for the guards who guarded the door, they were all caught by Zizhu to chop the meat filling, and the dough was sent one pot after another, and even the boss A was sent out by Steward Zhang to find out the news, and everyone was so busy that they hastily boiled a pot of porridge for dinner and dealt with it with pancakes.

Jin Beiwang himself is an extremely strong character, and Mr. Feng's secret knife wound medicine is also extremely effective, and he can already walk a few steps down the ground with the help of the table and chair. Seeing that the house was so lively, he was puzzled, so he grabbed Fuzi who trotted by the window to inquire, and then learned that he was going to send someone to see Dong Ping tomorrow. He thought about it for a moment, and then wrote a letter to trust Dong Rong to bring in.

Dong Rong didn't refuse, after all, how to send Jin Beiwang out of the city, she also had to discuss with her younger brother.

Early the next morning, before the sky was bright, Zizhu and Wen Niang began to be busy making steamed buns, steaming steamed buns, and drying steamed buns.

(Yesterday was tired, today's code word is so hard, wash clothes in the afternoon, stew a soup for my dad to drink, so the first one change, tomorrow will continue two changes.) Thank you friends for your support, it's cold, remember to add clothes! ）R638