However, seeing that this look was not good, the good official didn't want to say more, so he directly used the simplest way to pull up the tiger skin to make a big banner, "Student Zheng Guofan, the teacher is Shen Bang Shen Dunyu, the top scholar in the second class of Xinweike in Longqing in the fifth year, because he knows some Fusang characters, he came to help this time." ”

Sure enough, the name of the second top jinshi is good, and the guerrilla general's face suddenly softened, and even, there was a slight smile on his resolute face, "In Xia Zhongli, there is no shadow, and he is a guerrilla general in Zhejiang, where his responsibilities lie, Xiao Xianggong, please." ”

He can't help but be soft, the Ming Dynasty is noble and martial, especially in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, there are really many military generals, most of them are graceful, and the name of the military general may not even have the strength to kill chickens, once there is more, it is naturally worthless. Although this is a guerrilla general, it sounds like a five-grade general, not a small one, but in fact, a civilian official who meets a sixth-grade or seventh-grade official doesn't pay attention to him at all.

What's more, this Jiangyang thief, who was originally a rampant Jiangyang thief, belonged to the military general of Zhao'an, and his confidence was insufficient. He was looking for food on the green forest road, and he didn't open his eyes for a while, and he actually led someone to rob the road to the head of Cai Tai, the governor of Zhejiang, but even if his ancestors had good feng shui, Cai Tai saw that he was the momentum of the leading brother, and his appearance was excellent. Isn't there smoke coming from our ancestors' graves?

He didn't think about it immediately, turned over and dismounted, knelt on the ground, called Engong, bowed three times, and suddenly changed from a big thief in Jiangyang to a deputy hundred. Under Mrs. Cai's hands, he is also diligent, plus he is a giant thief, and he is as straightforward as digging into a bag to get things, is there anyone in the world who knows more about bandits than bandits? What's more, more than a dozen of his hands are good hands with hard ideas, and they don't know how much stronger than the guards on the ground in Zhejiang, the so-called group of wolves with sheep, and the sheep have also become wolves, with the help of his subordinates, he has become a deputy thousand households in a few years, and he has the title of Zhejiang guerrilla general, which can be regarded as a glorious ancestor, and the old brothers are also mixed with an official and a half-post, and at worst, they are also mixed with the title of Wu Bapin, which can be regarded as a scenery for a while.

He is proud of mixing, and he also learns to be vassally elegant, and he also takes a table without a shadow, in fact, it is the bandit name of the mixed green forest [no shadow], of course, his performance is only a normal one among the thousands of civil and military forces in the Ming Dynasty, and the biggest strange phenomenon of the Ming Dynasty's worship of literature and suppression of military affairs is [literati are good at talking about military affairs, and the Tatars are in the dust. The military generals are elegant, and the famous records of poetry and painting are the only ones that lead the way. ]

However, the military generals of the Ming Dynasty are also divided into 369 and so on, the first-class world-class military generals, here are uneven, there are hands that can not be lifted and shoulders can not be carried, there are also bows and horses who are strong and familiar with military books, there are ancestors and fame, there are old elders to take care of, such as Li Chengliang, who is the hereditary commander of Tielingwei, it is worth mentioning that this guy also passed the examination and was Wen Xiucai. The second class is the Wuju people who were admitted, which is a genuine general, for example, Qi Jiguang is from the Wuju people, Xiong Tingbi, the first in the Wenxiang test, and the first in the Wuxiang test. Like Zhongli, who was recruited, he had to be regarded as the third class, without the support of his old elders, and without the help of his colleagues, he could only follow his master and climb up by military merit.

When the obedient official saw this Zhejiang guerrilla general, he was more confident, you have to say that the obedient official is not afraid in his heart, he is not afraid to go to sea to negotiate with pirates, he is not afraid to see the hell, and only Shan Chixia, who rolls in and out of the pile of dead people I don't know how many times, can train his nerves like steel and iron without blinking his eyes, normal people, even if they are guards, can be regarded as having seen blood, and they are just as afraid when they should be afraid.

Now seeing this Zhejiang guerrilla general, the obedient official feels that it is really similar to what he guessed. Actually! Old Butler Yan thought about it all night last night, and he also figured it out, mud horse, this is a fight between immortals, and mortals suffer. He ran around all night yesterday, and when he arrived at Zhenhaiwei, he saw Zhenhaiwei's big ship with half sails, which means that people also come and go by sea, and he was relieved, and then breathed a sigh of relief, sure enough, Governor Cai is ready, I'm afraid I will wait for our Yan family to speak.

When he saw Zhongli, the military general who had to be used by Governor Cai's side, he was even more convinced, Governor Cai couldn't ignore this matter, after all, the ordnance basically flowed out from several coastal guards, but in this way, he was even more resentful, the officials really ate people and didn't spit out bones, this Governor Cai is afraid that he is more anxious than our Yan family! The cargo has been lost for so long, I'm afraid this guerrilla Zhong cruising the sea every day! But people dare to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and wait for our Yan family to come to the door.

Although the old housekeeper was resentful in his heart, he had to put it in his heart, everyone knew it, Zhong Guerrilla saw him, it was not unusual at all, he ate and greeted him, normal can no longer be normal. When he turned around and arrived at the Yan family, after listening to He Ma Xiang's explanation for a while, he couldn't help complaining about the young lady, but it was useless to complain at this time, without saying a word, he immediately transferred 25,000 taels of silver, and then mobilized all the people in the Yan family who could use it to search for cash from the children of the Yan family, and went to the Zheng family in person.

This day and night were busy, and when he arrived at the destination, the old housekeeper Yan was relieved, in the end, he was old, and he finally couldn't bear it, and his eyes were dark, but he was next to He Ma Xiang and hugged him.

"Tell the head disciple of the family to get on the boat!" Steward Yan weakly pushed He Ma Xiang and stood still, He Ma Xiang looked at the old butler, the thin squinting eyes on his chubby face were full of tears, and then he turned around and went to order those servants and children of the Yan family.

"Little Xianggong, let's go to the boat!" Zhongli Zhong guerrilla signaled to the obedient officer, and went to the boat first, but the children of the Yan family were also neat, not bombarding or making trouble, and got on the boat one after another.

Mingren's work and rest time is relatively early, after all, at that time, entertainment basically relied on hands, as soon as it was dark, I had to go to bed to play, if it was in the city, maybe I could call a song or something, compared to this sea ship, the good official and the big head got on the boat, and they were ready to ask Zhong Guerrilla to find a cabin to sleep, but this Zhong Guerrilla laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Such a beautiful day, Xiao Xianggong, if you don't dislike it, let's have a drink, it just so happens that there is a southern team on the ship, drinking and listening to the play, isn't it elegant." ”

He learns to chew words, and he is a bold brother who takes the lead, but as soon as he met Zheng Guofan, he wanted to invite others to drink flower wine and scoop notes, and he was really a big brother on the road with full style.

The obedient official slandered: mud horses, there are still singing operas on the warship, what kind of combat effectiveness is really imaginable, no wonder it is like a dog that was beaten by the Japanese invaders decades ago.

But now it's on someone's boat, someone's territory, there are some things that can't be said in any case, and he doesn't know how to socialize, so he smiled and surrendered his hand, "I was about to talk to my brother, but I didn't think that my brother was still a good friend......."

As soon as he said this, Zhong Guerrilla was overjoyed, this little minister, he didn't have to say it, just two words, on the road. Immediately put his arm around his shoulders, "Let's go, go to my brother's main cabin and sit, I'm big there, I can show it." As he spoke, he half-dragged and half-dragged the obedient officer to the back of the ship.

The three floors of this building are wrapped in iron leaves, and if you look at it from the outside, it is full of air doors, which are used for crossbows during the war at sea, and this lucky ship is even painted with varnish from top to bottom, and the appearance is painted in the shape of a shark.

The people of the Ming Dynasty are no strangers to sharks, for example, the general scabbard is wrapped in fish skin, this so-called fish skin, most of them are shark skin, that is, at this time, the storyteller in the restaurant talked about the [shark skin scabbard], however, because the sky is dark, the good official can't see it, and when he sees it, he will be surprised and even drop his jaw.

Old Butler Yan didn't care about Zhong Guerrilla ignoring himself, this is very understandable, a teenage talent, showing a bright future, a dying old man, or a housekeeper in a maritime business, this really has no comparable surname. This is like the Tota Heavenly King Chao Gai in the Water Margin, the jade unicorn Lu Junyi, the name sounds loud, but the local tyrants are just ordinary people, and the black guy Song Jiang, that is the master of the priest, is an official.

Guerrilla Zhong dragged the obedient official into the cabin, which was really spacious, with a carpet from Persia on the ground, some vassal elegant calligraphy and paintings hanging around, and a few fine Yanling waist knives made by the imperial court.

He shouted to the people below to bring good wine and food, and called for the singer to come in quickly. This so-called southern team, in fact, is often mentioned in the "Golden Bottle Plum" Nanqu team, originated in the Southern Song Dynasty, popular in the coastal areas of Zhejiang and Fujian, quite a lot of people like, the reason why these people like it is also very simple, this is the ancient sound of the previous dynasty, elegant enough, as for the singing music made up by today's people, that vulgar.

You see, any history is contemporary history, and it is not false at all, what is the difference between this and later generations saying that old songs are good! Jay? The one who speaks with a big tongue and doesn't listen, we like the Four Heavenly Kings of the year.

It's just that although this southern team is good, there is one that is absolutely unacceptable to the obedient officials, at this time the singers are all men, and later the word [Xianggong] is used to describe prostitutes, and these singers have to bear half of the responsibility.

The obedient official was admiring the Yanling knife that Zhong Guerrilla took off the wall, pulled the knife out of its sheath, stretched out his fingers, and made a dragon groan, and couldn't help it, so he chanted a poem:

The general was born bold and heroic, and his waist was crossed by the autumn water goose sword.

The wind blows the gongs and drums, the mountains and rivers move, the lightning flashes, the flag is high, and the moon is high.

The unicorn in the sky is originally planted, and the ants in the snow can not escape.

When I returned with the edict in peace, I and the general untied their robes.

"Good poetry." Zhongli applauded beside him, "Xiao Xianggong is really talented, this poem is generous and heroic, and the end is extraordinary." ”

If you don't know this poem, just listening to this Zhong guerrilla speak, it is impeccable, but the problem is that this poem is very famous, and as soon as he said it, he suddenly revealed the stuffing of the big bone elephant.

"This is a poem written by Emperor Sejong." The obedient official couldn't cry or laugh,, you don't even know the poems made by Emperor Jiajing, how to wear three watches, and you can still be a guerrilla general in a province.

(To be continued)