Meng Siao's footsteps stopped, turned his head to look, and saw Zhuge Fei and the others looking at the content of their recommendation letter at this time, while coming towards him.

"Damn! Lao Tzu is also a viscount now, although he is only second-class, but the second-class viscount is also a viscount! He actually assigned me a junior officer who is a warden! Damn, this is to let Lao Tzu sit in prison for four months!" He Song had already finished reading the content of his recommendation letter at this time, and complained there with a dissatisfied face.

Ram Bufan glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Where were you assigned?"

"Qin Huai. And the fat man spat out two words.

Hearing this, Ram Bufan shook his head and smiled: "The land of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the city of ten miles of flower fields, what do you want? I am lucky not to send you to the northern Xinjiang, what else is there to complain about." ”

He Song pursed his lips and asked, "It's so easy to say, this is Qin Huai's prison, not Qin Huai's flower field—what about you, where did you draw?"

Ram Bufan raised the letter of recommendation in his hand and said lightly: "Longmo, the boundary of the northern frontier, it seems that this summer will not be hot." ”

"Damn, I actually went to the Northern Frontier!" and the fat man suddenly showed sympathy, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Long Mo is still some distance away from the border pass, and it is fortunate that he was not directly assigned to the Northern Xinjiang Army." ”

Ram Bufan shook his head and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, the position that the academy introduced me to is an eight-grade grain officer in Longmo, and it is estimated that he will be responsible for leading the team to deliver grain and grass to the northern border pass or something." ”

When everyone heard this, they all showed embarrassment on their faces, and they came over one by one with great sympathy, and patted him on the shoulder or back to show sympathy.

Ram Bufan himself didn't have any complaints, but smiled slightly: "After all, this year's experience, as long as there is no accident and I get back a passing evaluation, then my overall assessment at the end of the year will be able to pass." This is the last experience, and it is a little more difficult than you, and it is purely normal. ”

After thinking about it, they realized that among the crowd, only the Ram Bufan was at the Gui level, and the rest were basically still repeaters in the three grades of Ding, E, and Ji, and Cao An, who was slightly better, had just been promoted to the Xin level this year, and it would take two years to graduate from the academy at the earliest.

The difficulty of the annual training of the Xiansheng Academy is determined according to the grade level of the student, and for a student like Ram Bufan who is about to graduate from the academy, the scope of the lottery itself is delineated near the three major boundaries of northern Xinjiang, western Xinjiang, and southern Xinjiang, and most of the training positions arranged by the academy for him will also be related to the military.

As for students like He Song who have only reached the D level, the area where the lottery will be drawn will not be too remote, basically in Jiangnan, Jiangzuo or Shuzhong, which are relatively rich and prosperous places, and the positions arranged by the academy are relatively civilian. For example, the warden of He Song, to put it bluntly, is a small boss in a certain prison in Qinhuai, with three or five jailers under him, and he usually does not have any important tasks on his head, relatively speaking, the difficulty of this experience is much easier.

And that's exactly what happened.

Except for Ram Bufan, who was sent to northern Xinjiang, the rest of the people, Qin Huai who He Song was going to, Wuzhou where Liu Xiaobie was going, and Liucheng where Qi Wenhua was going were all within the boundaries of the south of the Yangtze River; Longchuan, where Sima Mad was going, and Heyou, where Zhuge Fei was going, were located in the area of Shuzhong; Pingyang, where Wei Wuyang was going, and Yunzhou, where Ji Wulan was going, were all from the range of Jiangzuo, and they were all rich and stable places.

That is, Cao An, who is one or two levels higher than them, is going to Linfen a little more remote, but it is also near Shuzhong, compared to Longmo, a place like Longmo, I don't know how much stronger.

"Wushao, what about you?" everyone asked each other about the place they had drawn and the positions that the academy had arranged for them, and finally they all looked at Meng Siao, who had not made a sound, "Where did you smoke it?"

"Pingxi. Meng Siao smiled faintly.

"What?" the crowd didn't hear for a moment.

Meng Siao had to repeat again: "Pingxi, the boundary of Western Xinjiang." ”

All of them suddenly showed surprised expressions, and Zhuge Fei couldn't hold back the most, so he asked directly: "How can it be Pingxi? Pingxi is less than a thousand miles away from Juyong Pass, and you can arrive in one day by riding the dragon horse of Northern Xinjiang, which is even more remote than Bufan's Longmo! Wushao, you are like me, you are only Ding-level, how could you draw Pingxi? Is it that Master Cen is dizzy and took the wrong lottery holder, and drew the decic-level lottery holder for you?"

"Yes, yes, Wushao, hurry back to find Guo Daru and ask him to change the place!" Liu Xiaobie also hurriedly said, "Even if you win the 'Supreme Holy Pavilion' in the 'Wenqi' competition that day, you are also a D-level student, how can you increase the original difficulty of the experience for no reason!"

Meng Siao smiled and wrote lightly: "Maybe these great Confucians in the academy think that my level is enough, and it is not necessary for me to graduate early." ”

Everyone looked at each other.

"Okay, the referral letter has been received, Pingxi will be Pingxi. Meng Siao said to everyone, "The letter has set a date for registration, everyone go back and pack up and go on their own roads." If you miss the time, you'll have to repeat a grade again this year!"

"How is it possible!" and Song Chengzhu said in his chest, "With just a few of our demon beast mounts, even if we play in Jingshi for two more days, it will be too late!"

Meng Si shrugged his shoulders proudly, noncommittal.

Ram Bufan said: "Wushao is right, leave yourself more buffer time, so as not to delay a little because of something on the road, it will be more than worth the loss." We made a splash in the spring hunt, and now in the Beijing Division, there are guys who are waiting to see our bad luck, especially these people in the academy, so it's better for everyone to be cautious. ”

"Just by them, they want to see our jokes?" He Song snorted disdainfully, "Our brothers have already been reborn, are they still our old us? Let's go, let's set off together, go to the gluttonous shop for another drink before leaving, and the next few brothers will not see each other for four months!"

His suggestion was unanimously approved.

An hour later, the people with their packed bags met in the gluttonous shop. Everyone looked at each other and smiled, and didn't say anything more, picked up the wine cup that had already been full on the table in front of him, raised his glass together, drank it all, and said "take care" to each other, then led their respective horses, parted ways outside the gluttonous workshop, and strode towards the location of the four city gates in the southeast, northwest, and northwest of Beijing.

After a stick of incense, outside the Beijing Division, the sound of horses' hooves rose, and the dust was flying.

A man who was holding a tea stall next to the official road outside the city, saw the back of Meng Siao, who was riding a dragon horse in the northern frontier, and took out a talisman from his arms, looked left and right, and saw that no one noticed him, so he quietly activated the talisman, put it to his mouth, and whispered: "That Meng Siao, just left from the West Gate." ”