Before Liu Yiyi could do the sea boat business, the Ding family's house in Goldfish Hutong had an account.

On the night of the little grandfather's apprenticeship, Zhang Mao stayed in Ding's house.

And in the early morning of the second day, Ding Yi, who had been married for two or three days, had to get up carefully - so as not to wake up his wife and concubine - and came to the backyard town to watch Hu Shan practice the little grandfather Zhang Mao.

If there is no Ding Yi to take the battle, how can Hu Shan dare to fiddle with Zhang Mao like tossing military households? Not to mention the Ming Dynasty, it is the Shijie police Yankee territory thousands of years later, known as the country of the Dark Cook, the son of any councillor is thrown to the army, and no one knows the identity, dare to toss and send to the front line like an ordinary recruit.

Although Zhang Mao has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, after all, he is only nine years old, and he is not in vogue to run this kind of sport these years, where can he keep up with the pace of adults? It didn't take more than a few hundred meters to get out of breath and gradually fall to the back of the queue. However, this was a little unexpected for Ding Yi, he originally thought that he would not be able to keep up within a hundred meters, but he couldn't hold it for so long, and he was indeed a martial arts wizard.

"Keep up!" Although Hu Shan didn't dare to speak rudely in front of the little grandfather, he didn't hesitate to greet the meaty place with the leather whip in his hand, Zhang Mao gritted his teeth very hard, tears rolled in his eyes but he didn't howl, staggering and struggling to keep up with the team.

Hu Shan looked at the back of the little grandfather Zhang Mao, and subconsciously shrunk his neck, he sighed in his heart, it may not be a good thing to follow Ding Yi! Don't mention any promotions and the like, it's all floating clouds, just rely on yourself to whip the little grandfather. Although it was retracted, it was also sturdy and sturdy. Ding Yi is on the side, it's not easy to fool!

In the future, this little grandfather inherited the British dukedom, how could he let himself go?

I can't help but secretly cry bitter in my heart. It's just that a few of his brothers drank some wine when they practiced last night, and Ding Yi instigated on the side, and everyone slapped him on the back of the head and kicked his ass when correcting the little grandfather's military posture.

So they could only go to the dark together.

Holding Ding Yi's thighs, when the little grandfather moved them, Ding Yi could also let Wang Zhenbao protect them; If you don't listen to Ding Yi. At that time, as soon as the little grandfather had a seizure, it was really a cry of heaven and earth. So a few people gritted their teeth, and in this morning exercise, according to what Ding Yi said, they tried to practice Zhang Mao as an ordinary sergeant as much as possible.

At this moment, Zhang Mao, who was running hard, finally fell to the ground and cried. Ding Yi, who was running with the team, stopped the stick in Wei Wencheng's hand and motioned for the latter to follow the queue, while he stretched out his hand to Zhang Mao, who fell to the ground. Say to him, "Get up." ”

Zhang Mao, who was crying, raised his head, full of traces of tears flowing through the dust on his face, and his eyes were not good when he looked at Ding Yi, because he felt that all his suffering was given by Ding Yi. If Ding Yi hadn't asked him to stay, he wouldn't have been scolded and lectured by a few brocade guards last night...... Even that Chen San, a military household like a dog. I really thought it was my senior brother, and I didn't care what I called "Little Zhangzi"!

Ding Yi didn't wait for him to hold his hand. Bending down and picking him up, he said to him, "Man." Shed blood without tears! If you feel like you're a child, just cry. "Children of this age, especially the little grandfather who is held in the palm of his hand on weekdays, how can he admit that he is a child?

wiped a few handfuls on his face, but he was about to run towards the team of fifty military households, but Ding Yi grabbed him and said, "You can just follow me." Of course, Zhang Mao didn't listen, but he really didn't have much strength after running a few steps, so he had to follow Ding Yi and run forward slowly.

Gradually, the group of military households that came back exceeded this big and small, Zhang Mao was a little anxious, Ding Yi grabbed him and said, "Pay attention to your breathing." "Zuihou two kilometers Ding a handful of Zhang Mao, who really couldn't take a step, on his back, sped up his pace to keep up with the team, those who had just trained for two days saw the eyes straight, they ran to this time only to feel almost exhausted, how do you know that this Lord Ding can still carry a child on his back to keep up with them so steadily, and then surpass them steadily. Someone couldn't help but open their mouths and praise, but they were beaten by Hu Shan and them with sticks, and they cried wolves.

"Okay, hurry up and wash up, I won't go to school. Remember, you can't come every morning to help you finish your morning exercises. Ding Yi smiled and touched Zhang Mao's head, the latter really didn't have the strength to dodge, but he felt that it seemed that he kowtowed to him yesterday, and it didn't seem to be as hateful as before.

Zhang Mao thought in his heart, when he got home and brought all the guards, it would be good to break one hand of this Ding.

He was only nine years old, so he didn't think about his father, the British Gong Zhang Fu, who would not leave him to guard him as Ding Yi requested; He will not understand that this is the result of a three-way transaction between the civil official group and Xungui and Ding Yi, even if his father is a British duke, he can't dare to repent.

Of course, all this is not without a price, Zhang Fu naturally will not hand over his son to Ding Yi because of the four words "Wu Mu's Testament", but Ding Yi gave a point in time: the matter entrusted by the first assistant Cao Gong must be done before the first day of September, otherwise it will be disposed of by you.

This is most of the reason why Zhang Fu nodded and let Zhang Mao stay in the Ding family's mansion and leave no guards. Because the British want to come, it is only half a year away from September, and every ten years Ding promised to let Zhang Mao go home for two days; As for Zhang Mao's safety issues, don't talk about Ding Yi, even Wang Zhen didn't dare to touch Zhang Mao, who wants to let Zhang Fu's precious son do something, it really doesn't need to be publicly spoken by the British, and the queen mother of the harem is angry.

Therefore, Zhang Fu only sent a few teams of guards behind the Ding family house to patrol and left on his own, but after a while, several teams of Dongchang also joined the ranks of patrols and whistles. Wang Zhen was also worried that something would happen to Zhang Mao in the Ding family's mansion and provoke the wrath of the harem for no reason.

"Sir!" But it was Liu Tie who ran over, hurriedly leaned into Ding Yi's ear and said, "There is a girl who said that she came to find Mr., she is handsome, and her eyes are ......" Then Liu Tie couldn't help but become a nymphomaniac, and said a lot of how the girl was, and Ding couldn't stand it for a while, and asked him what was going on with the family? He woke up, touched his nose awkwardly and said, "She, she said that she can only speak when she sees her husband." ”

Ding Yi couldn't help but shake his head, this Liu Tie seems to be clever, but when he meets a girl, his IQ has plummeted, and he can't ask why, and I'm afraid that there is something interesting from Uncle Zhong or sister-in-law, and it is not beautiful to go back directly to let people go back and make a mistake, so I had to let Liu Tie lead people to the living room and go out to see what was going on.

As soon as Fang saw the girl dressed as a girl, Ding Yi recognized who she was.

After all, in the era of the Ming Dynasty, playing a DIY version of the drum kit was a kilometer away from the UK.

And the one in front of him is the girl next to the beauty of the flowers, the girl who looks at Ding Yi very unpleasantly.

"Mr. Ding, the slave listened to your drum technique that day, and I can't forget it for a long time, and I came to the door today to ask for advice, I don't know if I asked Mr. to teach the slave this skill, but what is the charter? What kind of etiquette is still needed, and I ask for instructions, the slave organizes ...... "This girl ring can be spicy and tricky in front of her master, but when she goes out, she talks decently, and just from what she said, she really can't find fault."

After all, he is not a local tyrant like Feng San Gongzi, and there are still family teachers who come out of the British government. This kind of real wealthy family is domineering in the bones, not frivolous and shutting up. Of course, Zhang Mao's kind of nine-year-old child has to say otherwise, he can't ask that nine-year-old villain, who is spoiled on weekdays, can also have the same bearing as Shoufu.

When Ding Yiruo first came to Daming, he really didn't know how to reply for a while, because the lofty tone of this girl ring could be heard, but there was really no problem with the words; In addition, in social interaction thousands of years later, there is always special preferential treatment for women, so if Ding Yi was unhappy at that time, he would probably pinch his nose and copy a copy of the basic exercises of the drum kit and throw it to her - if he is really a person who can do things, he will not solve cases all the way and still be a grassroots criminal policeman.

But the current Ding Yi is different, his righteous brother is a merry figure of the younger generation of Shilin like Shang Shi and Li Xian, and he even reached an off-stage deal with figures such as Shoufu and British Gong, although he can cope with others, it is because Ding Yi knows the trend of history, and with the help of the theory of the Emperor and the Han Dynasty, when the text is copied and so on...... But what is experience? Isn't that what it's called training? Of course, whether you can experience it is another matter.

Some people are seedlings that can't grow even when they are watered to rotten roots; For some people, it is to give a little sunshine to shine.

Obviously, Ding Yi is a person who can grow up in this kind of experience.

Ding picked up the tea, smiled and tasted half a sip, then paused for a while, and then said to the girl: "How is your lady?" ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the girl suddenly stood up, squatted slightly with a cold face and saluted, and said, "Mr. Meng Lang, farewell!" ”

Ding Yi still smiled and nodded, and raised his hand to signal Liu Tie to send her out.

Are you kidding? Is this a begging attitude?

Not to mention that when those prisoners came to argue, they reported their names and characters and their place of origin; Chen San, who was born in a military family, knows that he will report his name first when he sees someone; Zhang Tianci, the trial of the hundred households of the brocade guard, knew that he could enter the house, and first reported what position he belonged to in the thousand households; is the official of the experience department who was the result of Ding Yi, and he also reported that he was the person who raised the subject, although it was to show off, but after all, everyone was not familiar to that point, in this era, it is a necessary etiquette.

But thousands of years later, etiquette is much simpler, and when you go to the door, you will say that I am a courier company, I am a gas company, I am an insurance company, I am here to check the water meter, etc., which is a very basic politeness.

This is the real act of a servant. (To be continued......)

PS: The second more is sent, we are how many yards are sent