On Zhongxing Avenue in the new capital, Yang Guangzong and his father Yang Kaifu wore typical fisherman-style clothes and walked through the dense crowd.

On both sides of the street, traditional Chinese wooden teahouses, shops and Western-style cement houses are lined up, and in the middle of the street are ordinary people in modified Hanfu and foreign whites in Western-style suits, as well as cadets in light gray officer uniforms.

The Army Military Academy is located at the end of Zhongxing Avenue, and the foreigners in Western-style suits are either university teachers serving in the Han Kingdom or foreigner instructors invited by the Army Military Academy, while those military cadets wearing light gray officer uniforms are because they have just finished their internship and service in the army, so they take time to come to the new capital to gather and relax.

"Your aunt and two younger brothers haven't tasted the smell of meat for a month, Guangzong, you can rest in the teahouse for a while, and wait for Daddy to go to the West Market to buy two pieces of cloth and a piece of meat for the family, and then we will go back together."

Leaving from the dense crowd, Yang Kaifu stood in front of a teahouse called Yuxinglou and commanded his eldest son, Yang Guangzong.

"Daddy, Auntie and two younger brothers only have two sets of old clothes to wear, and now the family has paid off the debt owed to the government, and when I leave home in June to go to the preparatory department of the Navy Military Academy, I don't have to spend the family's money.

Daddy, taking advantage of the abundant conditions at home, you can add new clothes to yourself, your aunt, and your two younger brothers, and buy a few cans of canned fruit for your second and third brothers, who have been wanting to eat since the last time the two younger brothers ate canned fruit. ”

Yang Guangzong passed the selection examination of the Naval Military Academy and was about to become a naval reserve officer cadet, so when his status was about to change, Yang Guangzong began to act with an adult mind.

"Hey, my eldest is promising, and when you become a naval officer in the future, you have to take care of your two younger brothers."

Yang Guangzong tried to communicate with his father as an adult, but Yang Kaifu did not feel inappropriate, but understood that this was a sign of the eldest son's maturity, so he felt very relieved.

"Daddy, where did you go, my military academy preparatory department has not yet started, and there are still seven years before graduating from the Naval Military Academy, and it will be misleading for you to let other neighbors hear this."

"Hey, Daddy knows how to be proportional and won't talk nonsense in front of others."

Yang Kaifu listened to his eldest son's words, and then took out two banknotes with a denomination of one Han Yuan from the pocket of his clothes, handed them to his son, and said, "After walking for dozens of miles, I didn't rest for a while along the way, you go to the teahouse and call two cups of tea to rest for a while, and discuss the rest of the money with the shopkeeper, buy some tea and take it home to drink." ”

According to the current purchasing power, the two Han Yuan is about equal to more than 200 yuan, and there is a lot of surplus to buy a few taels of tea with two Han Yuan.

Yang Guangzong took the money handed over by his father, and after watching his father's figure disappear into the crowd, he turned around and walked into the teahouse.

On the second floor of the Yuxing Tea House, three young officers in hidden gray military uniforms and broad-brimmed hats sat at a table, chatting while eating.

"Chief Zhang, how did you kill the Manchu prince and monk Grinqin at that time?"

A lean, dark-skinned young officer asked, "The old people in the village all say that the Mongolian Tatar prince Monk Greenqin is strong in martial arts, and eight or nine heroes can't get close to him, you were just sixteen years old when you killed Monk Greenqin, and Monk Greenqin at that time was not your opponent?" ”

"The skills of the old slave Monk Greenqin are good, but they are not as powerful as others have said."

The tall and strong officer, who was about thirty years old, stopped his chopsticks, raised his wine glass and took a sip of wine into his mouth, and said with a proud expression on his flushed face: "That year, the Eighteenth Route Twist Army jointly ambushed the cavalry of the Mongolian Tatars, and after the battle, I and more than a hundred brothers in the same battalion were responsible for searching for the Mongolian Tatars who were hiding, and the other brothers were scattered to other areas, and I was the only one in the wheat field near the woods. ”

The tall officer paused for a moment, his eyes swept over the empty wine glass, and the young officer who had just asked the question saw the other party's expression, and raised the wine bottle to fill him with wine.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of the tall officer's mouth, and after drinking a glass of wine again, he continued, "The wheat field is less than half an acre square, and several passing brothers have found no trace of Tartar after inspection, and after I have searched the surrounding area, I thought about searching the wheat field more carefully, and then when I entered the wheat field, I found a bright yellow silk cloth, and there was blood stuck to it. I was wary of that, so I searched carefully along the yellow cloth left on the ground, and finally found a Mongolian tartar in armor in the middle of the wheat field. ”

"What does Monk Glinqin look like? Is it eight feet long? Vicious? ”

The young officer couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, don't lie to you two recruits, I was sixteen years old at the time, and I saw a Mongolian Tatar for the first time, where can I care about seeing what he looks like, and I directly copied out the red tassel gun and stabbed him through with a shot. After killing him, I didn't pay attention to it, but later I heard that a Mongolian prince had died in the Tartar court, and I realized that the identity of the Mongolian Tartar who was stabbed to death by me was not simple. ”

"Monk Lingqin was stabbed to death with one shot?"

The young officer, in particular, did not want to believe that a famous Tartar prince had died at the hands of a small soldier.

"What else can I do, no matter how powerful Monk Lingqin is, he still doesn't have one head and two arms, and he won't die after eating a shot from Lao Tzu."

The tall officer raised his voice, shouted dissatisfiedly, and then changed his appearance to a commander, and taught the young officer, "Lu Rongting, do you think that I killed Monk Lingqin and was a bit invincible." ”

Without giving the other party a chance to defend himself, the tall officer replied to himself, "Tell you boy, don't look at Lao Tzu who was only sixteen years old when he killed Monk Lingqin, nineteen years ago, when Lao Tzu was just ten years old, he followed Zhang Lexing to create a rebellion against the Manchu court, and when you were ten years old, I don't know which pimple to play with mud, and I am far from Lao Tzu." ”

"That is, Company Commander Zhang is a young hero, otherwise how could he get His Highness's favor and personally send someone to take Chief Zhang to the Han Kingdom."

Lu Rongting's face was serious, but he actually joked about the other party's ugly things.

Gao Zhuang officer's name is Zhang Lingyun, formerly known as Zhang Pifang, once killed the famous Manchu general Monk Greenqin in 1865, in 1873, Zhang Lingyun on the way to the National Defense Army, drunk and unintentionally said that he killed Monk Greenqin, after being reported to the Manchu government by others, Zhang Lingyun rushed to the stronghold set up by the Ministry of Defense in Xiamen overnight, and then identified himself, and was urgently dispatched by the Ministry of Defense to Xiamen to send ships to the north of Annan, and finally followed the immigrant fleet to the Han Kingdom.

For the sake of Zhang Lingyun's personal killing of Monk Greenqin, Li Mingyuan met him once, but after the meeting, in addition to allowing Zhang Lingyun, who was not yet twenty years old at the time, to enter the Army Military Academy to study, Li Mingyuan did not pay much attention to him, therefore, the words spoken by the young officer Lu Rongting made Zhang Lingyun's face red, and he muttered that he would teach Lu Rongting a good lesson after returning to the barracks, but he was reminded by the other party that they had completed their internship and would not return to him as a small soldier, and he retorted for a while.

Zhang Lingyun and Lu Rongting did not take their rest time as seriously as in the army, and making a few inconsequential jokes to each other would not cause the other party to be really angry. Therefore, after Zhang Lingyun sulked, he quickly found face on the wine table, and insisted on getting drunk on the table by Lu Rongting, who had a good amount of alcohol, and finally Wang Shizhen, who was eating together, brought Lu Rongting back.