The bathhouse, which was only separated by a wall from the boiler room, did not stop after the return of the large army, and the chimney was soothing all day long.

Wash off the dirt under the iron pipe, then jump into the bath made of bluestone and cement, take a hot bath comfortably, and then go back to the camp to sleep...... This has become a favorite enjoyment of the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion.

This kind of enjoyment was rare in the north in the seventeenth century. In this era, there are many people in the north who can't take a bath once a year, let alone a winter.

The rich can take a barrel bath at home, and the poor can only go down the river in the summer. As for bathing in winter...... There were no boilers, and the primitive technology of burning cauldrons could not meet the requirements of several baths for water temperature, so public bathhouses in the north were very scarce in this era.

Since the bathhouse was divided into pools, it was natural that small circles appeared.

Located in the innermost small pool, usually only special operators and the navy stay in it. The largest number of Flying Tiger Battalion members are all in the big pool outside.

Second Master Chen was half-lying in the corner of the small pool at the moment, with a towel on his forehead, and from time to time he took a sip of the small wine pot on the plate next to him, leisurely and comfortable.

But the coziness was soon mixed up.

With a "bang", a figure jumped into the small pool, rushed to the second master's side like a fish, and whispered in his ear with an impatient face: "Second master, why do you have three heads on the merit list?" ”

The second master slowly opened one eye, glanced at Mei Fuxi, who was full of anxiety, and closed his eyes again.

Since Young Master Mei cut the green-skinned tartar that day, the second master has regarded him as a "more promising person". So after the second master closed his eyes and thought for a while, he slowly asked, "What's the matter, it's too little?" ”

"Where did the second master come from!"

How could Mei Fuxi be too little? According to the rules on the surface, the three heads can be raised from the small flag to the general flag in the guard, not to mention that this is still a high-quality real Tartar head!

Mei Fuxi, the second generation of the guard, is different from those low-level military households. He has heard and witnessed it since he was a child, and he has seen too many ugly things that military generals have fought for, not to mention three real Tartar heads, just one, those generals in the guard can also do everything they can and beat out all the dog's brains.

So when she came back to rest this time, Mei Fuxi didn't take the head she killed to heart at all: the second master saved his own life, and he didn't talk about his ugly state at the time afterwards, so the head, take it, the young master doesn't care.

But here's the blame: he's been repaid!

If you want to say that the head of Thaksin who swallowed him above, but after someone forced him to make up three, this time someone's heart was bottomless.

After hearing Mei Fuxi's slightly twisted response, the second master with his eyes closed smiled: "Relax, young master, this credit is nothing in the eyes of the chief soldier." ”

"It's just that in this way, didn't I swallow the credit of the second master?"

Second Master Chen pursed his lips when he heard this.

He can't tell the young man that for an old minister/national soldier/imperial lieutenant of the palace, his old man must have gone all the way to the black, and he went to the road of anti-thief, and the merit of the Ming Dynasty was useless to him.

"It's to show others what you look like a baby, and you can take credit with peace of mind, don't make noise anymore."

Hearing the second master say it so bluntly, Mei Fuxi's hanging heart was put down. Hehe smiled, picked up the wine glass on the plate and took a sip, the young master whispered again: "Second master, my father asked someone to send a letter, saying that there was a family banquet tonight, and please enjoy it!" ”

Second Master Chen opened his eyes when he heard this: "Old wealth treats? This is rare, don't eat for nothing! ”

"Well, specially roasted sheep and camels."

"Wait until I go to the battalion headquarters to ask for leave."

"Go together, go together!"

That night, in order to thank the second master for saving his life, the Mei family father and son specially set up a banquet at home for the second master to rub together.

After the banquet, after sending the well-fed and well-fed second master away, the Mei family father and son made tea, sat in the small study and began to talk: "The commander wants to see you tomorrow, and you must be polite at any time when you go, don't play tricks." ”

"Commander? Whose commanding envoy? Mei Fuxi, who had just sat down, was a little stunned when she heard such a topic thrown by her father.

Father Mei smiled bitterly: "Who else is it, our right guard commander Mei Yingwu, you go to call the clan uncle." ”

Mei Fuxi still didn't understand: "What is the commander doing when he sees me?" ”

"There is a toshihiko in the clan, and you can't see it?" Father Mei sighed lightly: "Since the last commander died in Liaodong, our family has been far away from the Wei Institute over the years, and I don't want to trust you today, and the commander reminds me of this named thousand households." ”

Mei Fuxi was still a little puzzled when she heard this: "That's the case, a child is a small pawn, and three heads can alarm the commander?" ”

"Confused." Father Mei stared at his only son and said seriously: "People are looking at your future under Cao Zongbing!" You are ranked first on the merit list, and you must be favored by General Cao! ”

"Oh......"

Mei Fuxi didn't answer at this time, picked up the tea bowl and drank a few sips, and after thinking for a while, he said slowly: "Don't hide it from my father, with what I have seen in the camp these days...... This matter is not the usual way to repay the merits, and the chief soldier is not necessarily optimistic about his son, so he must have forgotten my number. ”

"Oh?" Father Mei was surprised when he heard this: "How do you say this?" ”

Mei Fuxi's face was contemplative at this time, and it took a while to organize the language, and said a little hesitantly: "I'm also guessing randomly, about this Cao Zongbing and his peers are a little different, and it doesn't seem like he cares about the fame of the imperial court......"

"The father doesn't know, in fact, these three Tartar heads, which can be counted on the son's head, are only one ......"

In this way, Mei Fuxi slowly told what he saw and heard in the Flying Tiger Camp, as well as some personal feelings.

And after hearing this, Father Mei was also surprised: "This is strange, it is the first time that the old man has heard of such a military general who does not take credit seriously." ”

"Maybe this famous lord of the court, people don't pay attention to it." After Mei Fuxi was silent for a long time, she finally said the sentence that was holding back in her heart: "The predecessor of this chief soldier was a sea giant recruited by the imperial court, and he acted ...... There are also some free and easy. ”

"Silence!"

Father Mei understood the meaning of his son's words for the first time, and he hurriedly signaled the other party to shut up: "How can you talk nonsense about such things?" Don't mention it to anyone in the future, beware of summoning the scourge of death! ”

"My son knows." Mei Fuxi nodded depressedly.

"In this way, this Lord Cao went north to King Qin this time, I'm afraid that the drunkard doesn't mean to drink!"

Father Mei was holding his long beard at the moment, walking around the room, and thinking seriously at the same time.

After thinking about it for a long time, Father Mei finally came up with a set of plans that would not change and should not change: "Now that the situation is chaotic, it is better to be careful." Now that you have taken this martial arts path, then you will honestly work as an errand under Lord Cao. You don't have to make a show of it, just go with the flow. ”

"Fuxi understands."

The result of the night talk between the Mei family and his son was not expected by the people who traveled north. So, don't underestimate the IQ of the ancients. Even with some fragmented information and speculation, the Mei family father and son still saw through part of Lord Cao's heart, liver and lungs.

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After the night talk, Mei Fuxi, who was full of worries, rested early. Early the next morning, he went to the Tianjin Acropolis, and in the small city with many yamen, he quickly found the right guard yamen, and after the report, he waited in the gatehouse for the commander to meet the lord.

The commander Mei Yingwu is hereditary, in his forties. A round face looks amiable, dough and dough, and there are not many martial artists' postures.

After the two sides met, the commander didn't put on any show, but instead started a family routine with Young Master Mei and played memory killing.

After recalling the close relationship between Mei's father and the commander's family, Mei Yingwu encouraged Mei Fuxi again, saying that he wanted him to do a good job under Cao Zongbing. In the end, Mei Yingwu said meaningfully: "After all, he is a good man from the right guard", and then served tea to the guests.

After this short summons, the Mei family can be regarded as returning to the mainstream sight of Tianjin's right guard.

However, Mei Fuxi didn't care about this change.

After joining the Flying Tiger Camp during this period of time and dealing with the traversers, it can be said that Mei Fuxi has greatly broadened his horizons and realized that there are forces in this world that he has never seen at all.

This strength includes not only those sharp weapons, but also the military training he has received over a period of time, as well as the theoretical knowledge such as the "theory of organizational ability" that has been instilled.

In addition, the generous treatment of ordinary soldiers, equal internal relations, and various hidden benefits, these unheard of things, made Mei Fuxi realize a problem: how do real soldiers live.

It is no exaggeration to say that the years in the army for a period of time have completely shattered his concept of "military households" since he was a child.

It is precisely because of these conceptual changes that Mei Fuxi actually looks down on the olive branch extended by the commander from the bottom of his heart. The credit that Cao Zongbing didn't pay attention to at all was able to cause such a wave in the guard.

Mei Fuxi now has contempt for the system of the guard, which has no combat effectiveness, intrigues all day long, and is rotten to the bones.

Therefore, after visiting the commander, and after going home to say goodbye to the old man and mother, he hurriedly rode back to the marketing vacation, and the young man had completely fallen in love with the vigorous and energetic life in the barracks.

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After the traversal returned from this training, they deliberately gave the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion a holiday in turn.

The reason is simple: the next time you set off, it was time to really fight the Tartars, so these indigenous soldiers basically got a chance to go home.

At the same time, some pre-war preparations were being intensively arranged.

The logistics here are undoubtedly heavy.

In addition to the canned food supply with the arrival of the transport ship, Tianjin also received a batch of newly produced compressed biscuits from the kiln area, as well as several pieces of semi-manual equipment used to make compressed biscuits and a group of production workers.