Zhao Xing's home is deep in Qianmen Yaowang Hutong, a long alley that blocks the hustle and bustle of the front door and the rising Dashilar, remote but also quiet. Because of Zhao Xing's kindness, the neighbors did not reject and alienate their family because Zhao Xing was a member of Jinyiwei, but because of the tiger skin of Zhao Xing's father and son, they solved problems for their neighbors, took care of their neighbors, and received the favor of their neighbors.

When the neighbors saw Zhao Xing coming back so early, they greeted each other differently.

"Xingzi, why did you come back so early?" A grandmother carrying half a bag of rice asked enthusiastically.

"Xingzi, have you eaten, why don't we have a cup of wine at night?" This is Uncle Zhao who is a snack on the door.

"Brother Xingzi, I have a relative who has been imprisoned, please give me a hand."

"Xingzi, the last girl you introduced, what do you mean, give me a word."

There are all kinds of people, everyone is enthusiastic and cordial, Zhao Xing was moved and perfunctory, neighbors, is this not it.

Zhao Xing walked home with an embroidered spring knife in one hand and half a bag of rice in the other, with a warm smile and a greeting neighbor's Q&A.

Pushing open the door of his house, the sound of weaving in the upper room stopped, the mother appeared at the door, and the little sister and the milk dog ran out together with six little short legs.

The little milk dog didn't smell the accustomed smell of buns, so he wagged his little tail in anticipation, tilted his little head, stuck out his little tongue and hugged Zhao Xing's thighs and barked, showing absolute dissatisfaction.

The little sister didn't smell the sound of the buns, so she complained with red circles in her eyes: "Sister Xiufen doesn't like me." ”

Handing the embroidered spring knife and half a bag of rice to his mother, Zhao Xing hugged the aggrieved little sister and explained: "It's not that Sister Xiufen doesn't like Xiaoya anymore, it's Sister Xiufen who moved away." ”

The mother asked suspiciously: "Did you really move away?" ”

Zhao Xing smiled at his mother and put his sister down in front of the door: "Go back to the house to play first, I have something to say to my mother." ”

Xiaoya immediately obediently ran into the house with the little milk dog. It was cold outside.

Helping his mother into the weaving hall of his mother, and inviting his mother to sit down, Zhao Xing said embarrassedly: "It's not that Xiufen's family has moved away, but my errand will be gone tomorrow. ”

The mother was not surprised, nor complained, just nodded flatly: "I also heard that the emperor is going to abolish the Jinyi Guard, and I also said that it is not good or bad, but since the emperor has decided, we have no way to change it, you rest for a few days, and then find a way to live." Mother can weave, you have hands and feet, you can't starve us. ”

The people of Dijing love gossip the most, and the news is also the most well-informed, and a little thing in the palace is known all over the city in a blink of an eye. Chongzhen's abolition of Jinyiwei is such a big thing, the court is still arguing and discussing without a result, everyone on this street has long been known, and it will become more and more mysterious. Zhao Xing has become accustomed to this speed of word of mouth without the era of mobile phone broadcasting.

"Mengniang don't worry, my brother's livelihood is wrapped up in me." An enthusiastic but grinning voice came from the gate of the courtyard.

Needless to say, the little fat man came after him.

Zhao Xing smiled bitterly, this is still chasing the family.

Sure enough, before Zhao Xing and his mother could take them out, the little fat man had already entered the room.

"Meng Niang is good." The little fat man gave Zhao Xingniang a proper salute, and then patted his chest and reported proudly: "Meng Niang, I have begged my father to give my brother a title of Qianzong in the Beijing camp, that is, the kind that only receives Yulu and does not need to go, and then my brother will do whatever he wants." ”

Zhao Xing handed him the bench with a smile, but said helplessly: "Nosy, don't be beaten." ”

My mother has long known the identity of this little fat man, but this guy actually has a very good personality and a sweet mouth, so his mother's restraints have long been resolved.

At this time, the mother was bringing out a small basket of dried fruits with melon seeds and sweet dates, and thanked her again and again while pouring it in front of the little fat man: "Thank you for taking care of the prince, now it's okay, our livelihood is not worried." ”

The little fat man gave in to the humility of the league mother, and threw the dried fruit in his mouth and chewed it with a rattling sound, and proudly showed it: "If I wasn't a guard, I was afraid that my brother would be higher than me, and I would be bullied by him, I would let my father, according to my brother's ability, give him a bigger official." ”

In the face of his brother's hospitality, Zhao Xing did not accept it, because he knew that this year was the year of Chongzhen, and next year, the wild boar skin Emperor Taiji would be beaten from Xifengkou to the door of the imperial capital. At that time, the Beijing camp took the initiative to attack once, just outside the capital, and killed more than 5,000 people in the battle, and suffered countless casualties, so that the Beijing camp was afraid of the enemy like a tiger and never dared to go out of the city to engage in the battle. As an official of the Beijing camp, he has to go out of the city to fight, he has no eyes for swords and guns, and he is not a person of the Ming Dynasty, there is no need to be cannon fodder for this doomed dynasty, he is still far away from the war and a good visitor.

In the future, the wild boar skin entered Kou Jinggi, no matter how he fought and died outside the city, in the end, Beijing City was not broken, so it is better not to be a brocade guard, you can stay at home with peace of mind, with the old lady and little sister, and the little milk dog, An An escaped the war alive. When he had a chance in the future, he fled directly to Jiangnan with his family, and finally opened his golden finger and drifted directly across the sea, despite the monstrous flood behind him.

Who said that the people who crossed the country must worry about the country and the people to reverse history, I don't care about others, anyway, I don't care about that idleness. I don't have that ability, no.

According to this, he sat down for his brother and said in a flat tone: "Thank you brother for your concern, but I really don't understand the military-"

"It's not for you to really go into battle to fight and kill, just like me, take a share of the money, and then what should our brothers do." The little fat man explained tightly.

Zhao Xing shook his head with a smile: "I am different from you, I am resolutely adhered to the principle of eating whoever does things for whom, and I don't do it if I take a salary for nothing." Now that I have the money and food of the forbidden army, I have to go into battle and fight. But you look at my family, still waiting for me to feed, so I can't take that risk. ”

The little fat man smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Why do I have an elm-headed brother." The Jingying Forbidden Army is a royal pro-army, and it is almost the same as half of the empty quota that is justifiable, why are you so desperate? ”

Jingying, like Jinyiwei, is also a pro-army of the royal family, he is not under the control of the military department, and his money, food and equipment are all provided by the royal family, so this is also an institution under which the royal family can independently make decisions and reward meritorious heroes.

As long as there is a meritorious hero, the emperor can directly reward a subordinate without going through the cabinet and the military department, and be an official of the hundred households of the Jinyi Guard or the forbidden army, which is called Enyin, which is the only privilege of the royal family.

Therefore, this is the reason why there should be 200,000 in the 13th battalion of the Beijing camp now, but in fact, there are less than 100,000 people on duty, most of them are Enyin soldiers from all over the world, and they don't come to report at all.

If this continues, there will be about another ten or twenty years, and the royal Jingying Forbidden Army will be on paper. The royal guards will not even have a dog.