After sending Hua Mei away, Bai Minghe didn't go home, which is a typical night without returning.

Wu Qian is in the past and present life, and the white crane has never been a soldier, but the man doesn't like heroes. Fan Liang told Bai Minghe a story, a story about the Ming Dynasty's protection of the forbidden army, in fact, the person in the story is the person in reality, that is, Hua Mei's father.

One stood in front of the thousands of watts of spur cavalry, and his body was shot into a hedgehog by countless arrows, but one man and one horse did not fall.

The frightened cavalry surrounded Hua Mei's father, but he didn't dare to rush forward for a quarter of an hour.

But the man has been dead for a long time, and the blood of a man and a horse has been drained.

Bai Minghe patted Fan Liang on the shoulder a few times, and he knew that Fan Liang's father, Fan Zhong, had died more tragically, even more tragically than Hua Mei's father.

"Here, bring up the broth!" Bai Minghe raised the bowl: "Today, replace the wine with soup, it's dry." ”

These people have been hungry for too long, they will not be starved to death, there is a ration of food every day. But these are all sturdy sergeants, each person only has one pound of food a day, which is far from enough for them to eat, so most of the people are only fifty percent full every day, and they can only stay hungry and not die.

"Words ......" Bai Minghe suddenly said a bunch of inconsequential words: "Henan Tangyin ......"

Bai Minghe just couldn't help it, he didn't want to mention the battle of Tumubao to Fan Liang again, the tragedy of that battle Bai Minghe believed was not something he could imagine, and the helplessness and despair in the hearts of many soldiers could not be described in words.

Bai Minghe is telling a story, telling a story that he has heard dozens or even hundreds of times.

Maybe Bai Minghe doesn't speak as well as the modern storyteller, but Bai Minghe also has his own emotions in it.

The whole quarry slowly fell silent. People surrounded Bai Minghe layer by layer, listening to Bai Minghe talk about a character who may have been deified in the commentary "The Biography of Yue Fei". A story that may not be true and legendary, but these people are not going to listen to history books. All he wanted to hear was a story.

Bai Minghe was talking, and several people in Dongchang uniforms crowded into the front row.

"The Biography of Yue Fei" Bai Minghe is far less wonderful than the famous mouths of later generations, whether it is a former general, a captain, or a soldier. Naturally I like this hero, while listening to the fans of the East Factory, several people are still copying quickly, and the white crane seems to be telling a story, and there is no feeling of making a version at all.

This night, the white crane talked until late at night. Talking about the gun picking the king of Xiaoliang.

Can't get enough of it!

It's a pity that the white crane can't make a sound anymore, and if he continues to talk about it, it is estimated that this voice will be abolished.

The white crane did not go home, but spent the night in the tent of this quarry, but fortunately, it was not cold in the summer.

The next day, before the white crane woke up, Xing'an appeared in front of the white crane like a ghost, but it scared the white crane a lot. Xing'an had a smile on his face: "Bai Minghe, you have mixed up again." Come and kneel down to receive the order! ”

Gift. Pick up the order, and then a piece of paper. Four big characters in the book: Peerless back!

"Long live thanks!" Bai Minghe took the paper and quickly knelt down again, with this, it means that he has 800 private soldiers. This is officially one of the royal recognitions.

"White Crane, you told that story well last night. Long live Lord like, allow you to ask for a reward! Xing'an helped a handful of white-named cranes: "Actually, the miscellaneous family also likes it." When the day is free, you have to tell a paragraph to the miscellaneous family. ”

"Speaking of rewarding. I'd like to ask for a reward. Ask for long live to add a seal to Lord Yue, and then reshape the golden body. Repair the Yuewang Temple. It's really not possible to rebuild, and silver is not a problem. As for the candidate for supervision, I recommend the British Duke Zhang Mao, of course, it would be better if Banzai could give the old British Duke something more. ”

Xing'an held his chin and thought for a while.

"I promise you the first half of this matter, and the second half you will go to the British Mansion in person and ask the British Duke to say something."

"Oath of allegiance?" Bai Minghe asked in a low voice.

Xing'an nodded with satisfaction: "You are the most worry-free to talk to, what are you going to do last time?" ”

Bai Minghe knew that Xing'an was talking about Wei Lizhuan, and immediately replied: "This matter is not urgent, just because the original crime is too small, it will be rectified again according to Zhang Jie's matter." Does Xingdu have anyone to clean up? Xing'an smiled and patted Bai Minghe on the shoulder: "You fix it first, and then I will push him into the well, there must be a lot of people throwing stones!" ”

Both of them laughed happily and coldly.

Slowly Xing'an also found out the person of Bai Minghe, good like a fool, bad is definitely worse than himself, ruthless to think that when he was eighteen years old, he was a few streets away from Bai Minghe, even now he is in charge of Dongchang and dare not say, more ruthless than Bai Minghe.

But, the white crane is righteous.

After a British public, the British public service was soft but helped the white crane, and in turn, the white crane wanted to return if he had a good thing.

It was you who gave me a bowl of rice, and I gave you a stone. If you give me a knife, I will scrape you with a thousand knives.

Bai Minghe sent Xing'an away, and immediately went to find the British Gong Zhang Mao. The little guy went into the palace in the afternoon, and what he said was naturally taught by his staff. Of course, the little guy is definitely not enough, and it is not enough. The allegiance notebook carried a few baskets, all of them were military attachés of the British public department, no matter how big or small, whether it was a general or an eight-rank lieutenant, they all sent the loyal notebook, and this time the staff of the British government understood that it was time to stand in line.

The next day, after the small pilgrimage meeting, the holy decree was announced to the world.

British Gong Zhang Fu, strong and strict, governing the army and purging, like a mountain. Three fixed exchanges in the south, famous overseas. The four dynasties of the calendar, even the marriage of the emperor's room, and be cautious, and Jian, Xia, and Sanyang, with one heart to assist the government. For more than 20 years, the domestic feast has been powerful. Posthumously sealed: King Dingxing, known as Loyalty!

The former military department is still ......, Feng Bo, and his nickname is Zhongsu!

The first five armies are all ......

Ten people were sealed in one go, seven military attachés and three civilian officials, all of whom were officials who died in the battle at Tumubao.

Pardoned a hundred people, and among the pardoned people was Fan Zhong, who was only pardoned, not posthumously. Because Fan Zhong is a general of the army, he must be guilty of such a thing as the emperor being captured.

The little British Duke Zhang Mao received the holy decree and ran to find the white crane.

"Bai Minghe, this incident is owed to you!" The little guy was grateful, but he was not convinced.

Bai Minghe smiled and pulled Zhang Mao into the house: "Don't, how about the princess who said she owed you last time." ”

"No, what owes you is what you owe, and a princess is a princess, these are two things. So if you can't pay the account, princess, you have to give it to me, and I will pay you back in the future if I owe you. ”

Cheng Kai took a step forward: "Lord Bai, this matter started because of "The Biography of Yue Fei". Then you can prosper with "The Biography of Yue Fei". The British government came forward and engraved the engraving into a book. When overhauling the Yuewang Temple, the four words of Jingzhong and serving the country are written in the annals of the Ming Dynasty, and you can start martial arts again! ”

"Doesn't Da Ming have martial arts?" The white crane didn't quite understand what Cheng Kai meant.

"No, the Ming Dynasty has martial arts, but there is no palace test for martial arts. If you implement it well, Lord Bai, you can let the martial arts hall test within five years at the earliest, which is the real martial arts. ”

The chief staff of the British government shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not easy, and the Ministry of Rites won't support it." Taizu has training and respects Confucianism. If the martial arts and the imperial examination are placed on the same level, it will offend most of the scholars in the world. This matter should be done slowly, and it is not of practical benefit to Lord Bai. ”

"I came up with another idea, and I'll put this thing aside. Your British government will help me, I want some weapons, not those that are obsolete, but those that are outdated. Bai Minghe thought for a moment how to explain: "This outdated means that, for example, there are better ones, and the old ones can still be used, but they are not good." ”

"There are a number of weapons in each guardhouse."

"I buy, they remake new ones. I buy the old one at the price of a new article! ”

Everyone present wanted to say, Bai Minghe, are you in the water in your head, you can open such conditions. Do you have a lot of money and have nowhere to spend it?

"Really?" Suspicion is suspicion, or it is confirmed again.

"One hand to deliver, one hand to pay silver. But lately I haven't had enough money, so let's pay the gold! ”

"If you dare to ask for it, this little grandfather will take over this business. But Banzai said, you can give me the money for the temple of King Yue, and you can also give it to me. Zhang Mao stretched out his hand and asked for money.

Bai Minghe laughed: "You are stupid, it is a gift of long live to be able to repair the temple of King Yue in silver, a blessing from God, and a blessing from several lifetimes." I don't care if you want to empty my white crane house. Bai Minghe was stunned for a moment when Zhang Mao said, and thought about it carefully, this is really a big event for children and grandchildren.

"I don't care, I don't have so many British mansions, you have a big head."

"Cheng, I'll pay for you. It's considered that I have a big head, but I left a small name for the white crane in the corner on the stele built by the superintendent. That's not too much! ”

Zhang Mao agreed without thinking about it, and a few staff members would not intervene in such a trivial matter.

But they all know that being able to repair the Yue Wang Temple is really a blessing from God, and ordinary people have no chance to intervene if they want to.

Before Zhang Mao left, he told Bai Minghe very mysteriously: "There is a big surprise waiting for you, and you will know about the big court meeting on the ninth day of the new year." I don't need you to thank me for this matter, this little grandfather is just handy. ”

The Great Dynasty Meeting is the day after tomorrow.

Calculate the time, it has been seven days since the white crane came to the capital. However, the past few days have been very fulfilling, and everything has been done very well, the only thing that makes Bai Minghe feel uneasy is that the forces on the side of Gao Gu have not yet made a move, are they waiting for Shi Heng to enter Beijing?

According to reliable sources, Shi Heng's fast words are the ninth day of the first month to enter Beijing, and the slow is also the tenth day of the first month.

Bai Minghe did not participate in the auction in the capital, he had no interest in this kind of thing, but just released the news that he had six handwritten words in his hand, which were used to reward specific merchants. At least two tickets will be awarded in this auction. (To be continued......)

PS: Today is the weekend, but there is no weekend for writers.