The snow was falling heavily, and by the time Meng arrived home, there was already a layer on the ground. The foot stepped on it and creaked.

In the yard, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang were busy moving bags of buckwheat into the West House, and the forage for feeding the horses had to be cleaned up.

Hearing the knock on the courtyard door, Meng Hu put down the bag on his shoulder, "I think Twelve Lang is back." ”

Meng Qingjiang clapped his hands, turned around and opened the courtyard door.

The light of the snow, and then the light of the fire in the hall, did not hinder the path under our feet.

"Fourth cousin." Meng stomped his feet and smiled, "I'm tired." ”

"What is there to worry about." Meng Qingjiang pulled Meng into the courtyard, and his hands were cold, I don't know how long Lu Dao had been walking outside, his brows were furrowed, "Come into the house quickly, I left you cakes and hot soup." ”

The brazier was burning in the hall, the door was closed, and the isolation was sealed, and the hands and feet felt some warmth.

Seeing that Meng's face was a little pale, Meng Hu asked worriedly, "Twelve Lang, are the injuries on your body okay?" Not to mention going to meet the deputy Qianhu, why is it so late? ”

"It's okay, cousin don't worry." Meng dusted off the snow on his body, sat down at the table, rubbed his hands, took out what Dr. Zhao had given, and said with a smile, "Something is delayed." ”

"What?"

"It's not a big deal." Meng concealed the summons of the King of Gaoyang County. It was unrealistic to say good things, and the tone was heavy, which made the two brothers worried, "I have a good thing to tell the two cousins." ”

"A good thing?" Meng Qingjiang took out two large bowls from the stove room, one bowl was stacked buckwheat cakes, and the other bowl was hot soup with oil flowers wafting, a few points of emerald green, wafting the aroma.

"Isn't there a reward?"

"It's more than that." Meng took the big bowl and took a sip of hot soup, but he didn't taste anything, but his body warmed up, "So that the two cousins know that Shen Deputy Qianhu has been promoted to a junior brother to a hundred households, and he is still guarding outside the city." ”

Try 100 households? Meng Hu's mouth opened wide, and Meng Qingjiang almost sat on the ground.

How long has it been since leaving Mengjiatun to leaving the north outside the Saiwai?

"Twelve, what you said is true?"

"Of course, the little brother is true." Meng picked up a cake, took a big bite, and puffed up his cheeks, "There will be food and cloth to reward another day." You don't have to worry about food for the winter. ”

Meng's tone was firm, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang were both happy, and Twelve Lang was really capable.

"The younger brother has something else to discuss with the two brothers."

"Twelve Lang said."

"While the New Year is still early, I bothered the two cousins to find someone to ask, but there were businessmen who went to Beiping. If so, ask someone to bring a message to the family. After months away from home, you always have to report that you are safe. ”

The border army could not leave the guard post easily, this was the rule of death. Meng thought about it for a long time, but he only came up with this way.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the official statutory holiday was only three days, and when he met an emperor suspected of being a workaholic, it became a legendary myth to take a regular monthly holiday.

Life lies in sports, work is fundamental, what is the rest!

If Chongzhen said this, he didn't need to pay attention to it, he could be treated as air. But this is what Hong Wu said, dare to ignore it, he can make you turn into air. How many officials tied their heads to the waistband of their trousers, cried and wiped their tears and grabbed the ground with their heads to make Emperor Hongwu show kindness and extend three days to one month.

Scholars are still like this, and a military man still wants to take a vacation? You're beautiful!

If you want to reunite with your family, you can do it. The family members all moved to the guard, farmed the land, and paid the grain on time, and the court never restricted it.

To sum up, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang don't even think about it if they want to go home for the New Year, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang don't have this restriction, but it is also troublesome to issue a road guide, check up and down, and add dots, and prepare to entangle.

The post station set up by the imperial court only transmitted official newspapers, and if you wanted to send a letter to your family, you either had to rely on your fellow villagers or ask these merchants for help. The only time you don't have to figure out how to do it yourself is when you send someone to make up for the rest of the household after you are glorious for the country, and you will bring news to your family.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the brain has not been kicked by a donkey, you will not want to take advantage of this.

"If anyone is willing to help, they can give some money in return."

Meng finished eating a buckwheat cake, and was only half full, and picked up another one. After arriving at Biansai, his food was growing day by day, and his height was also raised, but he didn't see any meat.

"The rest of the treasure money should also be used out as soon as possible, and it is good to exchange some vegetable seeds."

"I'll ask tomorrow." When Meng spoke, Meng Hu immediately said, "Do you want to bring some food and cloth to your family?" ”

There is no shortage of these in his family with Meng Qingjiang, and the main thing he asks is Meng.

"Not yet." Meng shook his head, before leaving, he and Meng Wang's family counted together, and the food at home was enough to eat for half a year, plus the production in the field, the rations were not a problem. Even if he is in trouble, he will be cared for by Meng Chongjiu, and this time he will only send a message.

"I also have to bring a good one to Uncle Nine."

"Done."

When the two were talking, Meng Qingjiang kept silent, bringing a message to his family? There is only a big brother in the eyes of my father and mother, how can there be him!

That night, Meng Qingjiang tossed and turned and never slept. When I got up early in the morning, I asked Meng to write a letter to my family.

In a few words, he greeted Meng Guangxiao and Meng Liu, and there was nothing else, which was obviously estranged.

"Fourth cousin, do you want to add a few more words?"

"Nope." Meng Qingjiang waited for Meng to write a good letter, and smiled bitterly, "No matter how much I am filial, I can't compare to my eldest brother's words, so why bother looking for boring." ”

Meng put down his pen and did not persuade again. Looking at the horizontal and vertical lines of words on the paper, my heart was a little drumming. The words are like his people, he has tried his best to be restrained, and the pen still brings out a lot of his original character. Not straight enough, not round enough, not gentle enough. Just like a wild leopard can never become a domestic cat, those who are familiar with its predecessor can see it at a glance.

It's not difficult to find someone to ghostwrite, and the former Langzhong is ready-made. But he is a child, in the name of a scholar, is it reasonable to do this?

There was no way, Meng Shishilang could only go into battle in person, hoping that his family would change his personality after joining the army, and not be suspicious.

The heavy snow fell for three days in a row, but it still did not stop, and the wind was fierce, whistling across the grassland, and the sky and the earth were vast and silvery.

Whether inside or outside the city, being on duty is a chore.

That's where the benefits of the bunker come in. Set up a fire on the wooden plank, and keep the wind out for heating. If you encounter wild things that sneak into the vicinity, you can also have a barbecue buffet. The other border troops don't have this treatment, and the bunker project is only halfway built, and there is no roof to block the wind? Carry it and overwhelm it with willpower! The border army of the Ming Dynasty are all pure masters!

It's a pity that the pure masters can't stand the heavy snow and cold wind, and the pure masters will also get sick.

The doctors in the city boiled medicine all day and night, and from time to time you could see border soldiers with two tubes of snot complaining that the thieves were asking for their lives.

In contrast, Meng Baihu's image is constantly increasing in the minds of the soldiers under his command, not to mention standing up to the sky and reaching the sky.

The appointment of 100 households has been issued, and when he went to change the waist card, Liu experienced a special hand to congratulate him, and also gave Meng a small jar of wine. This had never happened before, and Meng was flattered and thanked him repeatedly.

Meng Zongqi turned into Meng Baihu, and Sima Zongqi became a subordinate on the original top, the two met, smiled and greeted each other, what do you think in your heart is another matter, on the surface, you always want you to be good, I am good, everyone is good. The other general banner was also an acquaintance, and it turned out to be the archer Gao Fu. After asking carefully, I learned that the Tartars knocked on the side a month ago, and he killed four Tartars with five arrows, one of whom was still a centurion, and was promoted to the general flag.

With these two, Ding Xiaoqi and Liu Xiaoqi have no hope of being promoted temporarily, but fortunately, they don't care.

Working under Meng Baihu, are you afraid that there will be no chance for high-ranking officials? The words were said by the former Langzhong, Meng was a little embarrassed, but the old border army who was transferred with Gao Fu applauded.

Regardless of sincerity or falsehood, the team is pulled up, and whether the other party can be completely convinced depends on Meng's own ability.

"Hundred households don't have to be humble, I believe in you!"

Ding Xiaoqi Zhizhu is in his hand and is very confident. Meng Baihu looked up at the sky, well, it's better to have confidence than no confidence.

After a few more days, the rewards in Shen Viceqian's household were also handed out, in addition to grain and cloth, there were also salt and pepper. Meng Tong and the two general flags each got a lot of horse meat, which was left by the Tartars when they committed the border. The weather is cold, and it freezes up and piles it up in the warehouse, just to do favors. It is said that this is the old rule of the guard.

While instructing his border troops to send the reward home, Meng sighed, "The knowledge of an official is really still to be learned." ”

Meng was not the only one who was promoted and rewarded, but the seriously injured Zheng Qianhu did not survive this winter and died. The only son in the family has reached the weak crown and attacked his military position, but he was not assigned to Kaiping Wei, but was sent to the North Parallel Taifu Temple to raise horses. Don't think about the merits of war, compared to Kaipingwei, who has to guard against the Tartars at all times, life can be guaranteed. The Zheng family was not dissatisfied, but gave a generous gift to the person who gave his strength.

When it comes to money, Zheng Qianhu has accumulated a lot over the years, and he will not take back the hereditary thousands of households. The Zheng family guards the land, leads an idle, and uses the hereditary thousands of households as the group leader, which is actually enough on the surface.

Zheng Qianhu retired after success, and the number one leader of Xicheng Qianhu became Shen Qianhu, and people such as Zhou Rong naturally rose to the top, the appreciation of the promotion, and the reward of the reward. Of the ten hundred households in the Thousand Households, five of them were replaced by Yan Shanwei brought by Shen Xuan.

Since Meng has not been drawn into the first echelon for the time being, the test words in front of the hundred households will have to hang for a while. Among the ten hundred households, he is also the only one.

Meng Shishilang is not in a hurry, he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, it's his, sooner or later it will fall into the pot one day, it's useless to be anxious. According to the words of later generations, XX has not yet succeeded, and it is enough to continue to work hard.

In the congratulatory sound of promotion and fortune, everyone was jubilant, and the accidental death of a scribe naturally did not attract much attention. Even if he is diligent and has worked in the Thousand Households Institute for many years, it is the same.

A thin coffin, a few pieces of linen, and a message sent back to the township were all behind him.