Yang Er over there looked at this side from time to time, waiting a little nervously, and when he saw Han Zheng and the soldier coming, he hurriedly looked at Han Zheng expectantly.

Han Zheng was no longer hypocritical, and told the other party his decision.

Yang Er was greatly relieved when he heard this, although the other party did not have a positive answer, he still believed that his cousin could make Han Zheng look at him.

Yang Er glanced at the soldier next to Han Zheng gratefully, if it weren't for the other party's intercession, it was estimated that it would be really difficult to handle this time.

Han Zheng asked some more about Yang Er's cousin, and then he learned that Yang Er's cousin was called Yang Liangfeng, and when he heard this name, Han Zheng smiled knowingly.

The names of rural children always contain the wishes of adults.

Speaking of which, the place where Yang Liangfeng lives is not far from Han Zheng's village, just a few miles north of Han Zheng's village, and if they go to Hanjia Village, they will have to pass there.

After inquiring about the address, Han Zheng and the others prepared to go to other taverns and other places to let Yang Er go back.

Yang Er saw that Han Zheng and the others were leaving, and he was a little uneasy, secretly touched his pocket with his hand, made up his mind, and hurriedly ran to Han Zheng, ignoring the other party's surprised eyes, took out all the money he had saved in his pocket in advance, and was about to hand it to Han Zheng, and said: "I want to buy tea for a few military masters with this money, and a few of them are going to the countryside, which is really hard." ”

Han Zheng glanced at the other party unhappily, and then looked at the nearly ten yuan of silver dollars prepared by the Qing court in his hand, and his heart exploded, it is estimated that he has to work hard for a long time to accumulate, and at the same time, he also understands that the other party is not at ease, and he is afraid that he will forget about Yang Liangfeng.

Han Zheng smiled bitterly in his heart, this is really a bad habit in ancient and modern times, if you ask someone to do something, you always have to take some courtesy, if the other party doesn't accept it, even if you agree, the person concerned is not at ease.

Han Zheng understood this kind of ancient and modern understanding in his heart, and he was not reluctant, he symbolically took a silver dollar from the other party's hand, and pushed the rest back.

Although the other party didn't take all the money, but only took a symbolic piece, Yang Er was relieved this time. While being even more grateful to Han Zheng in his heart, he was also truly relieved that he had found such a military master for his cousin as a commander.

Han Zheng had decided this matter at this time, so he didn't delay any longer, turned around and left, Yang Er also hurriedly ran to the restaurant, just now he saw the shopkeeper's probe coming out from time to time, and wanted to go back by himself, and he no longer dared to delay at this time.

"You stinky boy, do you still know to come back? Hurry up and post the notice given by the military master on the hall and come over to work・・・・・・" Han Zheng had just walked out not long before he heard the loud voice of the old man Zhou from the restaurant behind him, Han Zheng smiled to himself, he didn't expect this old man to be quite old, and his voice was still so loud.

When it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Han Zheng had already walked through the taverns and restaurants in the direction he was in charge of, and pasted the copied conscription notices on the walls of these taverns or directly handed them over to the treasurers of these places.

At this time, there is no talk of advertising space and advertising payment, so it is good that these shopkeepers just hope that Han Zheng will not come to blackmail them.

When they were nervous, they saw that Han Zheng really didn't ask them for money, these taverns and restaurants were not only happy, but they were also happy to cooperate with them, for fear that one would not be good, and these soldiers would find an excuse to blackmail them.

Things went smoothly all afternoon, but Han Zheng had the feeling of returning to the afterlife to post small advertisements, and it could be regarded as experiencing the feeling of the afterlife.

"But we didn't mess around the corner, hehe." Han Zheng thought about these things that had nothing to do with him at this time.

On the second day, Han Zheng ordered the façade for recruiting soldiers, and led a group of people who were all fully armed, one carrying a gun on one shoulder, and a machete on the other, and a group of people walked all the way to the agreed meeting point South City Gate, which was quite imposing.

The soldiers guarding the gate were not regular army formations, and when they saw Han Zheng and his party coming over from a distance, they were suddenly a little uneasy.

Because there are many Beiyang soldiers gathered here recently, and there are not a few soldiers who save trouble, all of them are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, once some time ago when a few soldiers were about to enter the city, they were searched by the local soldiers guarding the door, so there was a big fight, and the few people who were beaten were finally gone.

Therefore, the soldiers guarding the gate now have to be polite when they see these soldiers, and they will have no place to cry out when they suffer losses, and they only want to let them come and go.

The city gate official was a chubby little old man, surnamed Jia, called Jia Dezheng, who was already fifty years old, with a shiny face, like a landlord. After all, the Manchu Qing Dynasty has not yet stepped down, Yuan Shikai still has to do the work on the surface, although his army has begun to slowly cut braids, but it is not so harsh on the local small officials, so the city guards at the south gate are still wearing the Qing court's uniforms, and the braids hang down the back of their heads, so not too many people are surprised.

It was already afternoon, and the number of people leaving the city was gradually increasing, and there was a long queue at the gate waiting to get out of the city.

At this time, it is the best time of the day for these defenders of the city, and most of the businessmen at this time have sold the goods in their hands in exchange for money, which can just be squeezed, as long as it is not excessive, no one will ask more.

But at this time, this Lord Jia was not happy, for no other reason, that is, when he saw Han Zheng coming over with a group of guns and knives, he secretly complained in his heart. When he turned around, he saw that his subordinates were looking at him a little nervously, and waved his hand angrily, signaling his subordinates to move quickly and not to rub around there.

"I wonder what kind of business this lord has? If there is anything that the little one can do to help, the little one will definitely help. Old man Jia saw that Han Zheng and his party were about to come to him, and he complained bitterly in his heart, but he had to shake the fat on his face and said forward with a flattering face.

Han Zheng was thinking about those who didn't have it, and when he was out of the spirit, he suddenly heard this voice, and then he came back to his senses, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a fat "chrysanthemum" in front of him, and he couldn't help but take a step back unconsciously, and the soldiers under his command also surrounded Old Man Jia in the middle.

When the defenders of the city saw this scene, they quickly turned their heads away, and continued the "great" cause in their hands as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Han Zheng also reacted, and when he saw what the other party was wearing, he knew that the other party was the gatekeeper of the south gate.

At this time, although Old Man Jia still kept smiling, his face began to turn pale when he saw that he was surrounded. Looking at the other party's pale chrysanthemum face, Han Zheng smiled secretly in his heart, and then waved his hand to let his subordinates disperse.