The stall owner looked at Geng Chaozhong in a daze, thinking that he had missed a good opportunity and regretted it in his heart, so he took out his pipe and knocked on the table, and kindly reminded:

"I said, young man, it's too late to regret it now, run hard to the north, it is estimated that it will not take more than a dozen minutes to catch up, these years the army is in chaos, you can be a personal soldier in front of the young marshal, what a great creation! In the past, it's the Royal Guards, don't count them!

Go quickly, I don't want you for the food money, I chose it, and I will patronize my stall more in the future! ”

Geng Chaozhong laughed and laughed.

This stall owner is also shrewd, and he actually knows how to invest emotionally, and tries to buy himself with a bowl of wontons, but he is injured, and now he will definitely not pass the audit, even if he wants to go, there is no way!

Geng Chaozhong shook his head helplessly, took out a few copper plates and handed them to the stall owner, and asked with a puzzled face:

"Brother, you said that this young marshal recruits people, why don't you let the army come forward, but instead entrust a cook, isn't this a bit?"

The stall owner was dumbfounded, so, indeed, entrusting the task of recruiting soldiers to a cook, this is indeed a bit unreasonable!

Geng Chaozhong smiled, indeed, what is the difference between asking a wonton stall owner for this kind of thing and asking for fish from Yuanmu? It's better to wait for Zhou Bing to come back and discuss it in detail.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Kill Yang Yuting, who else can he trust? Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty would rather have a stab in his back than kill Huo Guang, but now people don't even understand this truth!

It's not as good as the ancient, it's not as good as the ancient! ”

Geng Chaozhong resolutely turned around and looked back, and there was a middle-aged man with caged sleeves standing next to the chaos stall, shaking his head and sighing.

It seems that this person said what he just said!

Huo Guang was an important minister of Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty, and he single-handedly supported Emperor Xuan's accession to the throne.

However, in the end, when Huo Guang was alive, Emperor Xuan was unwilling to touch him, and waited until Huo Guang died to exterminate his family.

And Yang Yuting, this is exactly the important minister that Zhang Dashuai left to the young marshal, but less than half a year after Zhang Xueliang succeeded him, he killed Yang Yuting and the Tiger Hall, known as the "Tiger Hall Incident!" ”

This incident directly led to the danger of everyone in the Northeast Army, and this atmosphere of mutual suspicion and mutual suspicion made the young marshal also feel a deep sense of crisis, which made him suspicious of his guards, so he entrusted his father's most trusted cook to recruit people.

This is actually not surprising, the warlords at that time, the most trusted people, were not their relatives and friends, but their own cooks and shavers!

Geng Chaozhong carefully looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who sighed with Huo Guangzhi, and saw that this person was dressed in a long robe, glasses, and a teaching gentleman, so he arched his hand and asked:

"Teacher, when the younger brother first arrived in Mukden, his eyes were black, and he asked the teacher for advice."

The middle-aged man was also stunned, originally he just said casually, but he didn't expect the young man dressed as a peasant in front of him to ask matter-of-factly, and then looked carefully, and found that this peasant no longer had the slightest rusticism, but a little more heroic, and couldn't help but be curious, and said:

"Well, I just said it casually, but little brother, how do you know that I'm a teacher?"

"The robe is patched, the face is yellow and the glasses are worn, either the teacher or the gentleman." Geng Chaozhong said with a smile.

"Haha!"

The teacher was happy and thought the young farmer was also interesting. The two chatted a few words, and they got acquainted with each other, this middle-aged man surnamed Tang, called Tang Zhengying, is a teacher at a nearby elementary school, and will come here every morning to eat bowls of wontons for breakfast.

"Teacher Tang, I live nearby, and I still have half a bottle of old wine and a plate of peanuts at home, let's chat? The younger brother is asking for advice. ”

Geng Chaozhong sent an invitation to this Mr. Tang, and this Mr. Tang was also an idler at first glance, and he did not shy away from it, and followed Geng Chaozhong to his residence.

This wine was bought by Zhou Bing for Geng Chaozhong to disinfect, and it was served with a few plates of fried peanuts to hide people's eyes and ears - this kind of thing, Zhou Bing has always been very careful.

The two poured wine, put two pairs of chopsticks, picked up the wine cup and touched it, drank it cleanly, looked at each other and smiled, and immediately became acquainted.

"Little brother, you don't look like a farmer, and your accent is not local, how did you come here?" Teacher Tang asked.

"The people of Hebei, the soldiers are in chaos, and Fengtian is still peaceful, so they came here." Geng Chaozhong replied casually.

"Taiping? The world is so big that you can't put a quiet desk anywhere! Little brother, believe it or not, this Fengtian will not be peaceful for long! ”

After drinking a glass of wine, Teacher Tang was flying and began to open his mouth.

"How?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"Know Rehe's Tang Yulin! Since Yang Yuting's death, this person has never come to Fengtian for half a step. Not only him, but all the generals of the Northeast Army, no one dared to come to the Northeast alone, for fear of following in the footsteps of Yang Yuting. How long can the Northeast Army last like this? ”

Geng Chaozhong was silent.

This Tang Zhengying has some insight, but he doesn't say so, given time, this young marshal may not be able to integrate the Northeast.

However, the Japanese won't give him time!

The Japanese want civil strife in the northeast and then take advantage of the situation to take over.

"What, don't you believe it?"

Tang Zhengying looked at Geng Chaozhong's expression and said.

"Believe, however, I think, it's better not to talk about state affairs! It's not bad to have a little wine and hide in a small building to become a unity! ”

Geng Chaozhong's perfunctory Piri Yangqiu.

He saw that this old Tang was an old and angry young man, and if he didn't get it right, he would cause something. He invited Old Tang Ha to drink, mainly to find out about the situation in the Fengtian Heaven and Earth Realm, but he didn't want to reveal any political tendencies and set himself on fire.

"Ugh."

Old Tang sighed with hatred that iron could not be made of steel, and he looked very disappointed. It didn't seem that he was going to say more to Geng Chaozhong, so he lowered his head and began to drink.

"Cough, Old Tang, I said you, you, you're so old, what else can't you see, China's file is hopeless! It's good to be able to keep yourself, look at you, the poor can't even afford to change their clothes, what country and people are you worried about? These are all things that grown-ups think about! ”

Geng Chaozhong continued to tease Old Tang, but Old Tang rolled his eyes, muttered "Meat eaters despise the long-term strategy" and stopped talking.

"Ahem, Old Tang, you can also see it, little brother, I am not a farmer, in addition to taking refuge in Fengtian, I also plan to do some small business, why don't we join forces and make a profit, how about it?" I guarantee you 5 dollars a month! ”

"Really?"

Old Tang raised his head, and he didn't think about any national affairs, and asked with bright eyes.

"Of course it's true, don't have the capital yet!" Geng Chaozhong said.

"You're not talking about a wonton stand, are you? Tell you, as long as Ma Sanyuan sees someone making pork-stuffed wontons, he will send someone over and kick it over, and you didn't see it today. ”

It turned out that the leader of the Hui people just now was called Ma Sanyuan, and there was a big brother who was doing group training in Majiazhuang, more than ten miles away, and with the power of his eldest brother, he became a tyrant on the street.

"No," Geng Chaozhong shook his head, "We don't set up wonton stands, we deliver takeaways." ”

"Takeaway?"

Teacher Tang's eyes widened in confusion.