At this time, the army in the city gathered, and the small chicken song post was full of soldiers. The Ming army has two kinds of military guards, military battalions, the border army is a battalion, and General He has five commanders, each of whom commands 1,120 people, and the total strength of the city at this time reaches 5,600 people, both manpower and morale are above the Tatar army.

If the Tatar army could take advantage of the panic and unpreparedness of the Tatar army to penetrate the center with sharp soldiers, disrupt its position, and then attack them with the two wings of the army, at least half of their men and horses could be damaged, but unfortunately they missed the opportunity, which is really embarrassing.

Wang Zhushu lived near the county office, and he was about to organize the people to flee with the gentry in the township, but when he saw the army rushing in from the north city, the original strategy naturally did not have to be implemented, he first sent Lord Min back to the county office, and was hurrying back, so he met Yang Ling and Wang Bantou.

Yang Ling and Wang Bantou came on horseback, Yang Ling didn't know how to ride a horse, in order to hurry up, he also got on the war horse, although the horse was not rushing, it was also bumpy so that his two thighs were sore, and his waist seemed to be about to break.

As soon as he saw the master of the king, Yang Ling hurriedly informed him about temporarily going to act as the agent of the post office, and humbly asked for advice, and after getting the essentials, he immediately rushed to the post office.

The post office is a brick and wood structure of the five-entry chain courtyard, the building complex is very large, the outermost one is the post house, the second is the post warehouse, the post school, the bar room is in the inside, as for the post office and the place of residence is in the last courtyard.

After getting the military order conveyed by Wang Bantou, the post office was temporarily placed under the control of Yang Ling, who drove ducks to the shelves. The Jiming Post is too small and there is no special treasurer, so it is the post keeper who is also the acting treasurer, and Ma Yicheng has six small officials, four of whom are responsible for the affairs of the post and two who manage the treasury.

Fang just fought in the city, the defenders suffered heavy casualties, and now only four of the six officials who went to the city to help defend are still alive, one of them is seriously injured, and only three people are left who can be summoned in front of Yang Ling, and the three of them are all smoky and burning, and they haven't had time to wash it, although they are not like Yang Ling like a stove prince, but it is enough to see.

Yang Ling instructed them to pack up a few of the best houses and prepare for the three adults to move in, and asked them to clean up the warehouses, respectively contain grain and grass utensils, count the received grain and grass supplies on the spot, register them, and organize the post envoys to distribute them to the battalions.

After everything was ordered, I looked around, and remembered that this is the usual place where Ma Yicheng works, and I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. Speaking of which, the two are really fateful. He only arrived at Jimingyi one day earlier than himself, and it was because of his family's lawsuit that he got acquainted with the county magistrate and found a position to make a living.

However, Ma Yicheng died tragically here after only a little more than a month in office, and his own person who was ready to die at any time was still alive, and the world was really unpredictable. Yang Ling secretly thought: Shouldn't I go to see the Ma Ang brothers and sisters, they should know about Master Ma's death now, and they should go and visit them.

However, now that the carriages and horses of the military baggage battalion were constantly coming, he and several petty officials were so busy that he had no time to offer condolences at this time when he was in contact with the officials, receiving grain and grass into storage, calculating the supply needs of each army, and arranging the military supplies of each battalion.

Besides, Ma Yicheng just died, he replaced him as a Yicheng, if in front of the Ma family brothers and sisters, a group of post envoys and small officials came to ask for instructions from time to time, I am afraid that the Ma Ang brothers and sisters will be even more uncomfortable, so after thinking about it, I had to give up.

The entry and exit of those rice grains is really cumbersome enough, Yang Ling can't figure out what it has to do with the military rations that have been in the barracks for more than ten days, such frequent transfers, labor and money, and time-consuming and laborious allocation, even if it is to control the lifeblood of the army in the hands of civilian officials, but this is too much.

He was busy like a top, riding a horse to escort the grain and grass to hand over the arrangements one by one, and when he passed by the gate, he hurriedly jumped off his horse and wanted to go back to change his robe, and the one on his body was really muddy.

When he jumped off the horse, Yang Ling only felt that his legs were fluttering as if he had just come off the boat, and because he couldn't ride a horse, his inner thighs were grinding, and he was flustered when he walked. He was afraid that the young lady would feel distressed when she saw it, so as soon as she entered the door, she slowed down her steps and looked more natural.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Han Youniang wearing a blue floral apron, sitting in front of the stove wrapping dumplings, and when she saw Xianggong coming back, she greeted her happily like a happy magpie, and her red face was full of joy.

There was a smell of vegetable filling in the air, Yang Ling sniffed, well, that was the feeling of home, the feeling of warmth. Seeing Han Youniang with some flour on her cheeks, a touch of tenderness and affinity quietly jumped in his eyes, and he now liked to see her more and more like a childish and gentle little woman.

He caught a glimpse of the four and a half rows of dumplings that had been stacked neatly on the lid of the pot, like a small white ingot, and couldn't help laughing: "You, tell you to go home and rest, just get a mouthful of food to eat, and what dumplings do you bother to wrap?" ”

Han Youniang helped him take off the dirty robe on his body, and said with a smile: "Xianggong, today is the New Year, how can you be sloppy, this is the first New Year we have spent together."

Yang Ling was stunned, the thrill of this day and night, even made him forget that today is the first day of the new year, the first Chinese New Year's Eve of the Ming Dynasty, he actually spent it with the young lady in the sword light and sword shadow, looking at Han Youniang's face full of happiness and sweet smile without complaints, his heart was sour, the first New Year, do I have the blessing to spend the second New Year with you.

He was afraid that Han Youniang would see his expression, so he hurriedly turned his back and picked up a robe, and said to Han Youniang while wearing it: "Well, I really forgot, go back and buy some wine and food, and when I come back, let's celebrate the New Year together and make up for Chinese New Year's Eve."

Han Youniang said crisply, and said, "I will put the new robe made for Xianggong on the kang and cover it, and I will change it when you come back."

Yang Ling let out a "hmm", hurriedly walked outside, turned over and rode back to Nancheng with two post envoys. Two battalions of soldiers and horses were stationed outside the southern city, and at this time they were burying pots to make food, and the trees that had been temporarily cut down from the mountains were damp and incombustible, and smoke was thick for a while.

When I arrived at the city, Huang Xiancheng and Jiang Jiang accompanied a few adults to Hongyan Tower for dinner, and the craftsmen who rushed to repair the city gate at the city gate had also stopped. Yang Ling saw that there was nothing wrong, so he turned around and walked back with a few small officials.

He had been running about since he had eaten a meal in the morning, and he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and though he had come to grips with some of the essentials of horseback riding, he still felt that riding a horse was much more arduous than walking, and that he was exhausted and his mouth was parched from exhaustion.

He saw a well on the side of the road, so he jumped off the horse and hung a bucket of well water with a wooden wheel, the well water was clear, and there were transparent flake ice cubes floating in the water, Yang Ling took a handful of cold and sweet well water and drank a few big sips happily, the cold well water swallowed his stomach, and the sweetness was so aroused that there was a faint pain in his stomach, he gasped a few breaths of air, and simply washed his face with the well water, and stood up He stretched his waist, and the white mist was rising, and the water-stained hair instantly became [***].

At this time, more than ten fast horses galloped in the barracks outside the city, because the horses were too fast, the generals who took the lead when they saw several people standing by the wellhead wearing the clothes of the post office hurriedly reined in their horses, and still rushed out more than ten zhang before they restrained the war horses and turned back.

Yang Ling looked at a general surrounded by those soldiers in surprise, this person was about forty years old, with a thin body, a dark complexion, and a slight strand of hair under his chin, but his cheekbones were too high, and a pair of triangular eyes with more white and less black somewhat destroyed his elegant temperament.

His face was grim, obviously holding back his anger, and when the war horse came to him, he arrogantly carried the reins of the horse, held the whip in one hand, and asked condescendingly: "Are you from the post office?" ”

Yang Ling held his hands that were red from the cold and asked, "Who is the general?" What's the point? ”

The soldier next to the man shouted, "Presumptuous! This is our Bidusi, don't you hurry up and talk back."

Yang Ling heard that he was the general of the fourth grade, but he really didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he hurriedly stood up straight and arched his hand: "The humble position is the acting post of this county, I don't know what the general sends?" ”

The general listened to the whip of the horse, and the whip "snapped" with a sharp roar, which passed past Yang Ling's ears, frightened Yang Ling and caused the soldiers to laugh. Yang Ling was furious, he raised his head and glared at the Du Si, only to see that Bi Du Si gritted his teeth, and said with a cold smile: "You are a little post man, you are really bold, the general led the army to the starry night to help, saved the Jiming Post nearly ten thousand Li people, but now the soldiers of the general are hungry, it is really unreasonable."

Yang Ling was furious when he saw this general, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and his anger immediately disappeared, he frowned and asked, "How is this possible?" He turned his head to look at the south gate that was still wide open, and pointed to the curling smoke: "I have already distributed grain and grass with the staff of the post office, and the cooking smoke has clearly been lit outside the city, why do you say that you want to be hungry?" ”

Bi Du Si Tie Qing sneered: "That is Sun Dazhong's military camp, my Bi Chun's men are also the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, up to now, only half of the officers and soldiers have received rice grain, as the saying goes, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, do you want us to go into battle hungry to kill the enemy?" ”

A thought flashed quickly in Yang Ling's heart: "Corruption interception? When he left the post office, he personally went to see the warehouse, and the grain and grass he escorted filled at least two warehouses, which was enough for the five thousand officers and soldiers for ten days.

At this time, he even had the intention of killing people in his heart, and for a while his face became iron-blue, Yang Ling forcibly suppressed his anger and bowed to Bi Dusi, and said word by word: "My lord, this is a lowly negligence, please bear with me." Please send the military cooks to the post office immediately, and then rush back to the post office and personally distribute the military rations."

A small official next to him had been quietly pulling his sleeve, as if he had something to say, Yang Lingli ignored it, just stared directly at the Du Si.

Listening to Yang Ling's words, the fierce lines on his face slowly eased, he leaned up, stared at Yang Ling with a pair of triangular eyes, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?" ”

Yang Ling said: "Yang Ling, the agent of Jiming County."

Bi Dusi nodded, sat up straight and said with a smile: "Okay, what an agent Yang Ling, Ben will remember." Qiu Dapeng, you quickly catch up with Guan Shouying, and tell them not to rob grain in a proper manner, just say that Yang Yicheng will go to open a warehouse immediately, and he will go back to the camp to wait for your news, hehehehe."

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