Wuguan Town, Suzhou Weifu subordinate to the gravel fort thousand households, 1 person in the 1000 households, 1 deputy 1000 households, 10 people in 100 households, 13 officials of all sizes such as the second member of the town, 1120 banner soldiers, plus 516 craftsmen households, and 10 surrounding Zhutun forts and fire piers.

The periphery of the city is eight miles and two hundred steps, according to the law three zhang three feet high, the fort wall is made of adobe bricks, and the north side is covered with bluestone. There are four fort gates, and the nailed locust wood gate is half a foot thick.

There is an urn city in the fortress gate, plus the horse face, battlement, and shooting port on the wall, as well as the horse road and corner tower around the inner side of the fortress wall, the sergeants who guard, and the two tiger cannons on the city wall, which constitute a complete castle defense system.

There are two main streets and eight or nine lanes in the fort, and there are houses, courtyards, workshops, temples, archways, wells and other living facilities.

In addition, there are also important military facilities such as barracks, military granaries, school horse farms, armory, and gunpowder magazines for "special storage of firearms." A few hundred meters southwest of the fort, there is a school ground for non-commissioned officers to drill and a martial arts hall for officers to command and rest.

The population of the entire gravel fort, including the quota of sergeants, and some tunbao scattered throughout the Wuzhai fort, including their families, also looked like 6,000 people.

In the military registration system of the Ming Dynasty, the sergeants of the guard and their descendants were hereditary soldiers, and no matter where they went, their wives and children had to follow them.

In the gravel fort, the street is the main street leading to the thousand-family houses and the government office, and there are several narrow alleys, in addition to some shops opened by the families of local military families, there are also some shops operated by foreign merchants here, mainly for grain and cloth business. But to be honest, there is not much business to do in the fort, and the families of these military families are just making a living.

The place of Gravel Castle does not attract many merchants, and the people in this place do not have much purchasing power. Merchants may mostly gather in the Qingfengkou area, where there is the location of Wuguan Town, and there are many family members of military generals.

In the early morning, outside the stone drum gate of the blue brick compound of the thousand households, next to the horse pile, a cut old mandarin duck battle jacket and red jacket and shoes stood quietly on the gravel ground outside the door; Behind him, except for Uncle Kun, who was expressionless, there were no people watching the excitement on the side.

This meeting is very cold.

Standing in front of Ximen Xiao Ye was Hu Shibiao of the hundred households, holding Ximen Xiao Ye's 100 household self-declaration documents, waist cards and other things, which were originally the agenda of the official reception and consolation of the thousand households, but they were all exempted, and the other eight hundred households were also nowhere to be found.

The officials of the pacification were even more nowhere to be seen.

The wall fell down and everyone pushed it, the trees fell and the macaques scattered, although the words were not good, but Xiao Ye's heart had been cold for a while, but he didn't care. Father and Qianhu didn't deal with each other, and now he also understands Qianhu's majesty.

Hu Shibiao was killed on the battlefield by Ximen Gale in the early years, and saved his life twice in succession, and his cousin was on business in the yamen under the command of Suzhou Wei, and came forward to receive the orphans of old friends, which can be regarded as taking care of the feelings.

Affection, take care of every point and one point less, and it will soon be clean, Hu Shibiao is very adaptable.

"Brother Xiao, oh, it's Xiao Baihu, the Ximen family is hereditary and the hundred households, the survey is correct, the attack is allowed as usual, the body has come down, you take it," Hu Shibiao handed the paperwork of one hundred households, as well as a new jacket of one hundred households, painted Biao military attache costumes, the lion-shaped bronze medal of the sixth-grade Zhaoxin school captain, and the heavy coarse cloth burden, handed it to Ximen Xiao Ye, who looked cold, and smiled embarrassedly, "Lord Qianhu is in poor health, and it is inconvenient to meet him, you better go back first,"

"Hu Baihu, thank you," without the title of Uncle Hu in the past, Ximen Xiaoye's somewhat pale face squeezed out a smile, he didn't stretch out his hand at all, and with a slight wave of his head, Uncle Kun stepped forward to take over the burden.

With the delivery of the confession documents and bronze medals, the housekeeper of the old hundred households of Ximen Gale Wind, that is, the legal heir Ximen Xiao Ye, inherited the position of one hundred households.

Arching his hand, turning around, and leaving, Ximen Xiaoye's reckless faux pas made Hu Shibiao's face stiffen, and then a little decline flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head and walked into the gate guarded by his own soldiers.

"Lord Qianhu, Ximen Xiao Ye Baihu has gone back," In the spacious and bright study, Jiang Jie, a thousand households in a cyan robe, held a linear Spring and Autumn Festival in his hand, shaking his head and looking at it, but a pair of eagle eyes under the thick eyebrows did not have a half-minute focal length, and he was obviously distracted.

"Damn Boss Mei, what kind of No. 1 swordsman in Suzhou, he can't even clean up a sixteen-year-old boy, he ran away after taking the silver, my silver is so easy to take? It's really something that should be killed with a thousand knives," he muttered fiercely in his heart, and Jiang Jie snorted softly in his nose.

If it weren't for the fact that Ximen Xiao Ye had reached the age of Shu Guan, if it weren't for the military households in the fort who were watching, and the other thousands of households were also watching, how could Jiang Qinggui take over this vacant official position of a hundred households.

That's why there was a matter of spending money to buy a killer, and by the way, it also drew an end to the previous things, but such a simple thing was done strangely; The confession document that was pressed in his hand had to be sent.

But thinking about his pampered only son, Jiang Jie is a headache, the Mongolian Tartars are rampant, the situation in the northwest is unstable, in case there is an order to go to the peak one day, there is no care to talk about on the battlefield.

Ximen Gale saw his own **, in order to keep the Jiang family's industry, and in order to be able to hug the thighs of the Tian family, it is nothing to die a hundred households, but if the grass is not eradicated, there will be endless disasters in the future.

It's not easy to do now, Ximen Gale and his wife are dead, and the remaining three children are a stupid servant, this Hu Shibiao, who is dedicated to himself, has also got the Ximen family's land and property to himself. Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

People go to tea and cool, people die and people fade into ice, and the guards of Ximen Gale are still very eye-catching, and they are all cast into their own hands, which can be regarded as a good thing.

Wait and see, a hundred households with a light pole, hum, life and death are just a matter of this time.

Picking up the warm tea on the desk, Qianhu Jiang Jie took a sip slowly, as if he had just woken up from his contemplation, and looked at Hu Shibiao who was standing down with a blank face, "Oh, Hu Baihu, the old man was thinking about business just now, and he didn't notice it, it's rude and rude,"

"Come on, serve tea to Hu Baihu, sit down, Hu Baihu sit down and talk," Jiang Jie, who was cold-hearted and hot-faced, took up his posture, which was a familiar twist of the road, which not only made people feel their own coercion, but also felt the cordiality of the spring breeze, and the demeanor of thousands of households was eye-catching.

While speaking, Xu Hai, Luo Yufei and other hundreds of households entered the study one after another, and after some courtesy greetings, Jiang Jie, who was sitting at the top of the middle, took out the Shangfeng documents.

"Command the yamen to send documents, Hamiwei is turbulent again, Turpan wants to annex again, the Mongolian Tatars in the north are ready to move, this year's threshing grass is inevitable, for this reason, you must take strict precautions, if you don't give something, each hundred households must gather troops to concentrate on the gravel fort, and make every effort to resist the invading enemy," the high-sounding tone, the meaning of the middle and the outside is leaky, everyone knows it, but there is nothing to do.

"Gravel Fort to the north, ninety miles out of the river, earlier was the Shiguantun of my Gravel Fort Qianhu, although it has been abandoned for nearly many years, but in order to detect the enemy situation as soon as possible, this Qianhu reported to the guard command Yamen, this summer and autumn, to restore the re-establishment of Shiguantun," Jiang Jie's light tone made the atmosphere in the study condensed, and eagerly focused his eyes on Qianhu.

The re-establishment of Shiguantun is not important, but the ensuing military households, food, seeds, farm tools, etc., that is a real benefit, if this errand falls on the body, in addition to the benefits of paying tribute to thousands of households, the oil and water are still very rich.

"Shiguantun set up 100 households to defend against the Mongol Tartars, and no retreat is allowed without an order,"

"Allocated 200 stone of grain, 300 yuan of money, five ploughing cattle, a number of farming tools, several hundred households are experienced old people, compared to who has the bottom in their hearts, hehe, I don't need to order it," Jiang Jie, who smiled and smiled, said what he said, but it made the hearts of several hundred households cold.

That's all there is to it? Let's be a little more ruthless. You can't retreat, it's not much different from looking for death.

According to usual experience, not to mention that most of the materials and food have been deducted, can a hundred households be supported, that is, the threshing grass of Mongolian Tartars in late autumn, which can withstand the stone pass that has long been in ruins.

Among the people, only Hu Shibiao moved in his heart and closed his mouth tightly.

Fortunately, Xu Hai and Luo Yufei are also the henchmen of Qianhu, and they knew the thoughts of Qianhu when they looked at each other, so they stepped forward at the same time and bowed their hands, "Qianhu Lord, there are people who have been recommended by the lower officials,"

"Oh, let's hear it," asked Senno-sama, who was also very easy and cooperative at times.

"Hereditary 100 households Ximen Gale, although he unfortunately died in battle, but his son Ximen Xiao Ye, is also a brave and brave man, I heard that today has taken over the position of 100 households, so why not let it go out of Shiguantun, father and son Wu, will be able to rebuild Tunbao, raise the prestige of my Ming Dynasty," disgusting recommendation, so that the other hundred households were silent, and another short-lived hundred households, has been called out.

"This, Xinbaihu Ximen Xiao Ye, is still in the period of filial piety, it seems inappropriate," although he agreed with 10,000 people in his heart, Jiang Jie still had to be reasonable and evidence-based in terms of face, so as not to be betrayed in the future.

"Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to achieve, and military orders are like mountains, not to mention that Ximen Xiaoye Baihu also has the opportunity to avenge his father, and he should not refuse," As a hardcore henchman, Xu Hai and Luo Yufei can be said to have worked hard to plan.

As a result, Jiang Jie's instruction document appeared again in the hands of Hu Shibiao, and even the scrivener was too lazy to send it, completely avoiding suspicion in the future.

"Ximen Xiao Ye's 100 households took the initiative to ask for the rebuilding of Shiguantun, and 1,000 households agreed, and specially allocated 200 stone of grain, 300 yuan of money, five ploughing cattle, a number of farming tools, a number of military households, and a number of artisan households, and they were pulled out after three days," After handing over the documents in his hand to Ximen Xiaoye, Hu Shibiao left this small courtyard that made him feel guilty.

Everything is controlled by the black hands of thousands of households behind the scenes, and for the sake of his future, reputation and wealth, Jiang Jie can be regarded as exhausted, and he does not hesitate to waste the lives of hundreds of households to cover up.

As for how much land Shiguan can reclaim, he doesn't need to explain at all, the Mongolian Tatars must pass through the south, Shiguan is also a road, where the fort is no different from the fire pier, and he will die in case of trouble.

Besides, the team with a batch of food and salary, 90 miles out of the river, where it is also a mixed territory of horse bandits, can live for a few days, it depends on God's luck.

For lunch, Uncle Kun made baked wheat cakes, a plate of pickles, and a big bowl of hot noodle soup, although the food was not very good, but Ximen Xiaoye took his sister Ximen Hanjuan and finally had a full meal beautifully.

The six-year-old thin Han Juan was very well-behaved, washed her face and combed her hair, and after eating, she stayed by the bed and watched the eldest brother feed the second brother a bowl of noodle soup, but the second brother who woke up from sleep still didn't look awake.

The stone mill that was left in the yard, Ximen Xiao Ye and Uncle Kun went out on errands, and they didn't care about the subtle blue light that flashed on the grinding disc from time to time under the hot sun.

Looking for the scrivener to receive the supplies, and determining the military household and craftsman who set off, Ximen Xiao had a busy day, hastily ate dinner, fed his younger brother, and coaxed Hanjuan to sleep, and sat down exhausted.

In the wing, Uncle Kun was still cleaning up the family's tattered belongings, the belongings that could be pulled away by an ox cart, and Ximen Xiaoye didn't know what to clean up; Smiling bitterly, his eyes turned to the stone mill again.

"Where the hell have those strange pieces gone," reluctantly touched the bulge again, pressed it, and a subtle blue light flashed; In the dim courtyard, Ximen Xiaoye was shocked by the changes in front of him, and his mouth opened open.

At this time, he realized that the lower plate of the stone mill seemed to be a large circle thicker than last night, and it was rotating rapidly and silently, and there was a faint humming sound. On the side of the grinding disc button, a shiny and small pattern flashed, and a set of gray clothes split up and down slowly rotated on it. "Protective clothing," the neat small block on the pattern, Ximen Xiao Ye can see it clearly.

After two breaths, the pattern changed into a three-edged blade again, "Three-edged wrist knife," the short and long blade was cold, the style was very beautiful, yes, beautiful, and the deep bloodletting groove made Ximen Xiao Ye swallow his saliva continuously. After two breaths again, a heavy picture of "continuous military crossbow" completely made Ximen Xiaoye a little dazed.

Just as the pattern was changing, Ximen Xiaoye's trembling fingers pressed the raised button, and suddenly, the pattern disappeared.

Retracting his fingers, Ximen Xiao Ye blinked, carefully keeping a good distance from Shi Mo, and stared at this guy who fell from the sky with red eyes, trying to figure out what it was.

"Woo," Uncle Kun, who had been standing behind Brother Xiao for a while, didn't see the real and compelling pattern, but was just curious about how he kept staring at the stone mill; Oh yes, why is this millstone spinning again?

Ximen Xiao Ye, who came back to his senses, quietly looked back at Uncle Kun, "Uncle Kun, have you seen anything?" "Perhaps, for the sake of this weird stone mill, he should do something.

didn't see the handle of the knife that Brother Xiao was holding in his right hand, Uncle Kun stepped forward and sat down side by side with Ximen Xiao Ye, pointing to the stone mill, gesturing and shaking his head in his hand, in this family, he never lies.

"Didn't you see? No, just now, just now, are there a few paintings," Ximen Xiao Ye pointed at the grinding plate strangely, he could see the pattern on it clearly, but Uncle Kun couldn't see it, it was really strange.

Uncle Kun shook his head resolutely, which made Ximen Xiaoye breathe a sigh of relief. After sitting and watching the stone mill, Uncle Kun went back to the room boringly.

Xiao Ye's gaze had just retracted, and there was a crisp sound in his ears, and a small box popped out of the thick round stone platform under the grinding plate; In the box of the four directions, Ximen Xiaoye hesitantly took out the clothes that were separated from the top and bottom.

The box quietly retracted, and the subtle blue light at the button fell silent again, and there was no movement even if Ximen Xiao Ye pressed it again.

Late at night, Ximen Xiao touched the back mountain at night, howled, and said goodbye to his parents' tombs.