He has the great merit of killing the Tartars, and this credit is recognized by the imperial court and the governor of Xuanda, and no one can overthrow it. D-M's credit is here, and when he is promoted, no one has anything to say.

But Dong Ce also understands that relying on the previous credits, he has been promoted to the present, which can be regarded as a reversal. If there were no other military exploits, he would soon be lost among the people, and the credit would no longer be remembered, and after a while, it would be impossible to say that in the impression of everyone, there would be no more such a person as him.

Being remembered by the boss is actually quite a terrible thing.

If you want to be promoted, silver is indispensable, and he can always get silver, but if you want to have military merits, you have to fight.

This is a real achievement, and no amount of silver can be exchanged. The war mentioned here is not such a small fight as the extermination of bandits, bandits, horse thieves, etc.

Now there are only two opponents who can fight, one is Jiannu, and the other is a thief. Jiannu is far away in Liaodong, outside the Shanhaiguan Pass, thousands of miles away from the land of northern Jin, and Dong Ce is not capable of fighting at all, unless they are coming to enter Kou Xuanda. Even if he has the ability, unless Dong Ce is sick, he will not go to the front with Jiannu now.

Although Dong Ce was unwilling, he had to admit that due to the continuous relief of the Ming Dynasty and the tacit cooperation of the Ming officers and soldiers, Jiannu had a large number of elite and brave, strong and capable of fighting, strong soldiers and strong armor, and at the same time full of contempt and disdain for the enemy. This bandit gang that rose between the white mountains and black waters has indeed grown into the most powerful force in East Asia. It's a fact. From the Wanli Dynasty to the Chongzhen Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty fought for decades, they have long cultivated batches of treacherous and cunning but fierce and capable middle and grass-roots officers, coupled with far more than the personal combat effectiveness and personal equipment of the Ming soldiers, and such an opponent is really a very reluctant thing.

Relatively speaking, the thief is the soft persimmon that is much easier to pinch.

Although he can't remember some details clearly, the memory in Dong Ce's mind vaguely tells him that since Chongzhen seven years later, although the anti-thief force has become increasingly high-level and has gradually become an uncontrollable trend, there are still a few times during this period, and the anti-thief has almost completely beaten the officers and soldiers. However, in the end, it was all about escaping death. I have to say that Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were so lucky that they ran into groups of stupid pigs as opponents.

In the final analysis, at this time, and even in the next five or six years, officers and men will have a complete advantage over the anti-thieves in terms of the overall situation. Although the officers and soldiers in the last years of the Ming Dynasty were already very wasteful, although Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were famous and killed many people, and their murderous reputations were famous, when it came to combat effectiveness, they were far inferior to their predecessors -- Red Eyebrows, Huang Chao, and even the Red Turban Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

In such a situation of overall superiority and frequent small battles, it is not difficult to reap the battle merits. And now, with the increasing power of anti-thieves and the deepening of the threat, the level of the imperial court's contribution to the head of the anti-thieves is also getting higher and higher, and it is not as worthless as in previous years.

Dong Ce felt a little difficult to decide.

He naturally has his own plans, but he can't let go of such a good opportunity. If you can't be promoted to an official without military achievements, how many years will it be the same, what's the use of having great ambitions?

This sudden change was a bit conflicting with his original plan, but it was not difficult to coordinate, Dong Ce pondered for a moment, and suddenly planned to walk along the street, so as to think about it.

Wang Tong sent him to find a carpenter to order furniture, and the store that Dong Ce wanted to open was completely different from the traditional store of the Ming Dynasty before. In this way, the decoration of the store, even the furnishings of some furniture, and even the specific style of the counter, have to be done by yourself, and you can't use the old routines. Dong Ce asked Wang Tong to keep an eye on it personally, but there were still some family members guarding him at this time.

"Dong Yongzhen, come with me." Dong Ce glanced back and pointed at him with a smile.

"Yes." Dong Yongzhen said loudly, and followed Dong Ce forward in the envious eyes of all the families.

Yuelai Inn is located on a wide street close to Qipan Street, which is also quite prosperous, with many wine shops. In addition, it is not too late at this time, it is the point of dinner, it is a lively and prosperous scene with people coming and going on the street, among the Qinglou restaurants, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras.

Dong Ce walked leisurely and walked forward, but he seemed to be wandering, but his heart didn't know where to fly.

After about a cup of tea, he already had some plans in his heart, and even how to behave in the next few months had already been settled. With a long breath, he was about to walk back, when suddenly there was a banging sound in front of him, and Dong Ce couldn't help but look at it curiously.

I saw that a person was thrown out of the restaurant and smashed heavily on the street. The blow was not light, and the man lay on the ground, moaning in pain, squirming and twitching incessantly, in extreme pain. His clothes were ragged, his face was quite dirty, his long hair was scattered and knotted into black locks, I don't know how long it had not been washed, and he looked dirty. He also had a very strong smell of alcohol, mixed with a sour and rotten smell, which made people smell sick.

Dong Ce didn't bother to look at it again after a second look, this was clearly the appearance of a rotten drunkard.

Following the recognized man, several tall burly men walked out of the restaurant, walked up to the drunken man, and looked at him condescendingly with disdain.

One of the sturdiest men snorted coldly, kicked his foot heavily on his waist and eyes, and sneered: "Even if you are such a person, you dare to eat and drink in our store?" Don't look at who opened this store, and don't look at who the gentlemen are? Really, when you Lao Tzu, I'm an ornament? ”

"There are six meals in total, six tables of the best banquet, thirteen catties of the best pear blossom wine, adding up to eighteen taels of silver, right? You can't take out this money? ”

The man was rolling on the ground in pain, where could he still speak? Besides, looking at him like this, you know that you will definitely not be able to take it out. In fact, the price that the big man wants is really not expensive, a table of middle-class noodles is almost more than one or two pieces of silver, and the old wine is even more expensive. Of course, there is no possibility that this person will be trapped.

The ragged man just rolled on the ground and groaned in pain.

The black-faced man glared at him fiercely, sneered, showed a fierce light, and said fiercely: "Since you can't pay the silver, then use yourself to pay off the debt!" A tael of silver can break your bones, isn't it? ”

A few of the surrounding helpers immediately burst into laughter, and said: "My brother is so polite with this miscellaneous bird, just his cheap bones, one is worth a tael of silver?" In our case, it would be cheap to cut off a finger for a tael of silver. When it reaches ten taels, it has to be doubled, and you don't want to keep it. Grandma's legs, a knife down, click to eat crisp, what is this called? ”

A helper next to him immediately said: "This is a fury, and blood is splashed three feet!" ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

The black-faced man in the lead spat and scolded with a smile: "Fuck you, you are the horseman, all fucking horsemen!" ”

"You two, lift him up, grandpa will break five ribs for him this time." The black-faced man rubbed his hands together in fists, making a burst of bone joints, and a fist the size of a vinegar bowl made people shudder to watch. If you smash such a fist on your body, I'm afraid that one punch will cost you half a life.

"Gotcha, boss!"

The two men listened to his order and set up the ragged man, and the black-faced man reached out and patted the man's face contemptuously, stretched out five fingers and gestured: "Look clearly, grandpa said that breaking your five ribs is absolutely wrong, definitely a lot!" ”

At this time, there were more onlookers, and everyone watched excitedly and expectantly, but no one helped to speak. Although the Chinese people love to watch the excitement, they don't like to cause trouble, and the biggest excitement is, of course, to go to the quarry in Beijing to see the place where the prisoner was killed. Seeing the heads of those people fall to the ground, they are red with excitement, and they will never forget the conversation for months or even years.

Dong Ce had already turned around and walked two steps, but he suddenly turned his head again, his eyes fixed on the beaten man.

He suddenly felt that this person was somewhat familiar.

But I couldn't remember it for a while, for Dong Ce, this was a very rare situation, and his memory has always been excellent.

This shows three situations - either he and he don't know each other well, or they haven't seen each other for a long time, or both.

His gaze swept over the ragged man's face over and over again, and it could be seen that he was of medium stature, not too tall, and had a thin build. Although the clothes are ragged and dirty, some of the skin occasionally exposed on the face is still very fair, obviously he has not suffered much since he was a child, and his appearance is quite delicate. If you look closely, there are still some Sven, who should be from a scholar's background.

The more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

Dong Ce has not been in contact with many readers, and he has gone through those people in his mind - Su Yimo, Liu Ruozai, Su Shaoyou, Ji Changfeng......

Right! Ji Changfeng!

A light flashed in Dong Ce's mind, and he suddenly remembered who this person was. Ji Changfeng's younger brother, Ji Changyun, is the scholar he rescued from Jiannu, he is really a poor person, his wife was raped in front of him, and then he became a substitute for the dead, and the situation was unbearable. As for why he was here, Dong Ce thought of the reason in an instant. "Five years ago, Neiko died in childbirth, and the child was not saved, one corpse and two lives, and I was extremely sad in my heart, and I vowed never to marry again in this life, and I have the same color in this life. My family only has two boys in the next and the second brother, so the responsibility of inheriting the family has fallen on the second brother. That day, when I heard that my second brother and sister were kidnapped by Jiannu, everyone in the family was anxious and worried, but I didn't expect to be rescued by Master Dong......"

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