Only half a day.

At the foot of Changbai Mountain, the Wangzhuang Township Soldier Camp has already recruited 200 young men under the recruitment banner. According to Luo Cheng's requirements, all of them were teenagers between the ages of fourteen and sixteen.

Among the juvenile recruits, those who are not suitable for age are first screened out, and then the weaker ones are eliminated from among those who pass the primary selection. After two rounds, the third round eliminated the only son in the family.

In the end, two hundred young men were selected.

These teenagers are basically the children of ordinary good families, and they are all the children of peasant families, there are no children of landlords and heroes, no children of large clans, and no children of merchants.

Luo Cheng likes such a child more and thinks that it is more simple and easy to shape.

"There are still a lot of people who won't leave."

The second brother-in-law, Wang Ziming, mentioned when he came over with the roster to hand it in.

"Send someone out to explain to everyone and thank them for coming to apply, but our township group has already recruited a full batch. If you still want to join us, then at this time next month, you can come and apply again if you meet the three conditions for this application. ”

After all, the township corps is only a township regiment, and the recruited soldiers are only militiamen, these people are serving in rotation, and now the result reached by Luo Cheng and the county is that it will be a batch of two months, and two months a year. Except in a state of wartime emergency, it will not be put into service beyond the time limit.

This means that every two months, Luo Cheng's township camp has to change a group of people, and he decided to rotate from next month. This time, 100 people will be replaced, so as to ensure that half of the 200 men and horses in the township regiment in the future will have been trained for a month, so as to avoid all of them being newly recruited.

"It's not early, let's cook some for everyone, let everyone eat and go back."

"There are hundreds of people out there." Wang Ziming, as the secretary of the township regiment, is also responsible for logistics. If you can eat a meal for a few hundred people, you can get a lot of food.

"We can't eat a meal, our township group will have a foothold here in the future, and it is more important to have a good relationship with everyone." Luo Cheng still has a lot of money now.

After pacifying the Zhangqiu Rebellion, the township regiment was ordered to raid the house and arrest people, this is a fat difference, although most of the raids have been handed over, but Luo Cheng also left two percent, which is almost a matter of Zhang Yichen's acquiescence, these two percent, it is considered a fire consumption.

If Fan Hu and the others were still there in the past, they would have done much more than just this little fire.

The county government confiscated a large number of criminal property, the government treasury was full, and the township regiment that had made great contributions was not stingy, and pulled out a large amount of money and grain. It can be said that now Luo Cheng's township group has a good foundation.

The cauldron in the barracks was moved to the gate of the barracks, the water was boiled, the rolled out was not supported by the pot, the wide dough was tumbling in the pot, and a little lard was added, and some green onions were sprinkled when it came out of the pot, not to mention how fragrant.

Everyone eats this free without trust, although there is only one bowl per person, but the soup tube is enough.

As a result, some people insisted on holding five or six bowls of soup, and on the way home, they could feel the soup in their stomachs swaying, and even after a full gap, they could feel that the noodle soup was about to squirt out.

As for the newly selected 200 teenagers, the lunch meal was much better than that.

Each person did not hold two large bowls, and there was also a spoonful of haggis piled on top, which was very sharp.

The teenagers who ate almost bit their tongues off.

At this moment, they really felt that the township group was really treated as well as the legend.

By the afternoon, the last bit of soup in the few cauldrons outside the camp gate had been eaten, and everyone finally went home satisfied.

But in the evening.

Outside the camp gate, for some reason, many children gathered, and they stood in thin clothes in the cold wind, looking at the camp expectantly.

"What's going on?" Luo Cheng, who heard the report, frowned.

Outside the door were all children under the age of ten, which did not meet the standards of the township regiment.

"Xiao Wu, I have asked, basically they are all orphans and beggars, I heard that we have free food here, so they all rushed here."

"All orphans and beggars?" Luo Cheng asked.

"Most of them."

"If that's the case, give them the following first."

Wang Ziming hurriedly said, "Xiao Wu, these are all called Huazi, if you eat noodles here today, then you will definitely circle around here every day and refuse to leave." We can help them, but we can't keep them all the time, right? ”

"Why can't you keep it?" Luo Cheng asked rhetorically.

"Huh? Raised? Wang Ziming jumped up, "Although we have a little family background now, we are a township group, but we don't have the imperial court's salary, and this family background can't support it for long, so we can't spend it indiscriminately." ”

"Brother-in-law, don't worry, you listen to me. As for me, I think so, these people outside are all orphans and beggars, and they are indeed very pitiful. ”

"It's pitiful, but we can't just feed them."

"Listen to me, didn't I tell the parents of those brothers who died in battle, those brothers who died in battle are still young, most of them are thirteen or fourteen years old, they have no personnel, they have not married a wife or children, and if they leave like this, they will not even burn paper money in the future. I promised them that I would raise them an heir, and I would sacrifice for them in the future, and pass on the incense. These children out there are quite suitable, most of them are under the age of ten, and if they want to, then we will take them in and let them worship the dead brother as their father, so that it can be regarded as the best of both worlds. ”

Wang Ziming really didn't expect this.

"It's not all nonsense. Just do you really want to do it? ”

"Ask the kids if they'd like to, and if they do, just do it."

The pot was set up again outside the camp gate.

The children in the wind were drawn in.

Luo Cheng stood by the pot and beckoned to them.

There are about a dozen children, basically all boys, only one girl, all of them are very thin, skinny, but their eyes are very resolute.

Orphans and beggars who have no father or mother, who can survive at the age of eight or nine, are all strong.

Luo Cheng asked them to sit by the pot and roast the fire, and when the noodles were cooked, he personally made noodles for them.

"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry, be full."

Looking at the children who were eating a little, his heart ached. Older children can usually find some work to do, even if they are sold into slavery, but these children are not big or small, so they are the least popular. It can't work, it's hard to eat, and it's not easy to raise.

"What's your name?"

Luo Cheng asked the eldest of the children, this child acted steadily, and at a glance he could see that it was the head of these children.

"My name is Kan Leng."

The child's answer was short, but he spoke clearly and was not afraid of people.

"What about you?" Luo Cheng asked another slightly older child.

"My name is Wang Xiongdan."

There was also a child next to him who was tightly guarding the only girl, and without waiting for Luo Cheng to ask, he took the initiative to say, "My name is Ximen Junyi, and this is my cousin Wang Huiniang." ”