Speaking of bringing ten more people over, the expression on Hu Changming's face was obviously a little embarrassed, and his big grinning face pursed his teeth.

Hu Changming stole a glance at the Hou Ye, who was sitting on the official hat chair and drinking tea calmly, as if he had something to say, but he couldn't say it, so he twisted and pinched.

The man in the iron tower standing next to him saw Hu Changming's uncomfortable expression that he couldn't pull out, and he was a little unhappy.

What's the matter, the lord gave you a month of silver to support you for so many years, and now at a critical juncture, you can't even get ten people?

The man of the iron tower has always rarely spoken, and he is less talkative than the retainer knight Ruvio, and when he saw Hu Changming's appearance, he couldn't help but want to scold a few words.

Before the tower man could speak, Hu Changsheng, who was obviously twisting and pinching that kind of person, gritted his teeth and made a request: "Master Hou is not a little greedy, just these ten people.... Somewhat... Sort of..."

Seeing that he really dared to speak without skin and face, the man of the iron tower almost stretched out his big hand and slapped Hu Changming's head on the melon seeds, and added a sentence for him with disdain in his heart, a little too much.

Hu Changming's answer made the tower man stunned: "It's a little less, Master Hou." ”

"Hou Ye may not know that since Hou Ye gave many disabled veterans who retired from Liaodong a way to live, he also arranged a craftsman registration for the children of the veteran's family."

"The mechanics of various steam factories could not find a place to repay Hou Ye, so they could only worship the ancestral hall at home, praying for Hou Ye's safety and prosperity every day."

"Now I have a chance to repay Lord Hou, if the little one only takes away ten places, he will definitely be scolded to death by those brothers when he goes back."

"This small request may be excessive, but can Master Hou give a few more names."

How many more? People are all seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, how can there be fireworks days in the capital, but rush to the cold border pass, or be a craftsman.

Sensei said that he was a lowly craftsman, and few local emperors like Bianguan Zhixian were willing to go.

As long as they were arranged by the Ministry of Officials to be the governor of the border pass, the Donglin Party officials were all throwing money everywhere to plead for mercy, and they could even lower the tone for themselves, but they refused to go to the border pass.

The magistrate of the border pass has also become one of the means for the officials to collect money, and the officialdom has also given the border officials a contemptuous name.

Liuguan.

The Ming officialdom formed a set of contemptuous rules, the Beijing officials looked down on all officials from other provinces, and all officials from other provinces looked down on the liuguan.

The governor of a dignified province will also intersect with equal etiquette in front of the governor of the state like Shuncheonfu Yin, and he can also sit on the throne at the governor's banquet.

Not to mention the arrogant Beijing officials, the local magistrates generally look down on the magistrates in the liuguan.

It is a strange thing that these craftsmen, Hu Changming, who did not have much knowledge in the eyes of the bureaucrats and squires, actually took the initiative to ask to go to the frontier and rushed to endure hardships.

Zhu Shun was very pleased in his heart, fortunately, it was not those bureaucratic squires who benefited but the simple people, and this would be replaced by the bureaucratic squires dominated by the Donglin Party.

It's okay to eat silver, if you want them to suffer, you will immediately turn your face and deny people, and you won't think about doing even a little practical thing for Daming.

Zhu Shun patted Hu Changsheng's shoulder, smiled and said, "How many people you can take away is your ability, Ben Hou will not ask." ”

"Really?" Hu Changsheng shouted in surprise, he was so surprised that his voice became very high, but he couldn't believe it: "Hou Ye is Hou Ye, he is a big husband than a big husband, a mouthful of spit and a bunch of nails, but he is not allowed to regret it." ”

Zhu Shun didn't answer Hu Changming, patted Hu Changming's shoulder with his hand, left the Beiping Machinery Bureau, and went to talk to Yang Baisui.

It's time to set up an infrastructure sub-bureau.

Hu Changsheng got the 'holy decree' that Hou Ye could take away as much as he wanted, and he was almost crazy, and after he went back with Hou Ye's 'holy decree', he would be able to tell his brothers about it.

Grabbed an apprentice who was passing by, asked him to call all the mechanics over, and turned around and walked into a workshop of the Beiping Machinery Bureau.

Good brother Zhao Daxi is repairing the safety valve of the steam engine with wrenches, pliers and other tools.

Zhao Daxi didn't look back when he heard the movement behind him, and said without seeing anything: "Garlic Miao has something to do at home, come and help." ”

Garlic Miao is an apprentice who follows Zhao Daxi, and the rural people have not read much, and in order to make the child have a good birth, they generally give the child a cheap name.

Hu Changming walked over and gently kicked his brother's pouting buttocks, looked at the brother who turned his head with a scolding grin, and grinned: "Give you a chance to repay Master Hou, do not do it." ”

Hearing that he could repay Hou Ye's great kindness, the expression on Zhao Daxi's face was really like his name, Daxi: "Really? If you kid dare to lie to me, I'll tell your father tomorrow that you drank the half bottle of wine. ”

Every time he mentioned his father's half bottle of wine, the look on Hu Changming's face was generally a little stiff, and there was no change at all today: "No matter how dare you laugh about it, you won't laugh about it." ”

"Just ask you if you dare to do it."

Zhao Daxi stopped packing up his tools, straightened his waist, and said angrily: "Are you scolding people, what you said, am I a villain like Ximenqing who doesn't pay attention to faith." ”

Hu Changming is a native of Gyeonggi was scolded by a ringing horse, glared and said: "Who are you scolding, this time I will go to Yansui Town and ask you if you dare." ”

Zhao Daxi is a native of Shandong, and prefers "Zhongyi Water Margin" that depicts Shandong Shuibo Liangshan to the popular "Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the Ming Dynasty, and slapped the table violently: "Isn't it Yansui Town, Lao Tzu has long wanted to kill the Mongolian Tartar with a pair of casserole-sized fists." ”

Hu Changming knew that this kid's favorite was Wu Song, and he often compared himself to Wu Song, although there was a big gap between him and Wu Song in stature, he had the righteousness of a Shandong man.

Worried that his brother went to Yansui Town for righteousness, Hu Changming hurriedly stopped: "Daxi, that is a border pass where spitting can be frozen into ice, according to the crepe of those literati, it is a bitter cold place." ”

"Whether you eat or drink, whether you drink or not, and there are often Mongolian Tatars who come to attack, and your life may be lost at any time."

Zhao Daxi did not continue to scold his brother, was silent for a moment, and said in response to the question: "Brother, you are also a child of a military family, you should know very well what will happen to the disabled soldiers who have retired from Liaodong." ”

"Those literati don't care about the life or death of disabled soldiers, they only care about how much silver they can get from the pensions of these disabled soldiers, without the pensions given by the imperial court, how many days can disabled soldiers live?"

"When you go to the battlefield, you have to fight face-to-face with Jiannu with knives and guns, not all soldiers are soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, just stand far away and light the Hongyi cannon."

"You should know that it would be good if two or three percent of the soldiers who died in the Ming Dynasty died on the battlefield, and the remaining seventy or eighty percent of the soldiers died at home because of disability."