The next day, after a while, Xu San, who went out at noon to do errands, returned to the inn in Shanhai Town, reported a few words to Zheng Haizhu, and after listening to his wife's instructions, he hurried out again.

Huang Zude, the head of the Jinyi Guard's bodyguard, glanced at Xu San's back who disappeared outside the door, and walked to Zheng Haizhu.

"Ma'am, are you really going to take those ***?" Huang Zude asked.

Before he could finish speaking, he was greeted by a pool of hot tea.

Zheng Haizhu put down the teacup, stared at Huang Zude, who was wiping his face, and said coldly: "From yesterday to today, whenever you mention those women on the dock, you won't use other words except for the word ***?"

Huang Zude's tea-drenched face first showed shock.

Since the late autumn of last year, he was sent to Zheng Haizhu by Liu Qiao, the governor of Beizhen Fusi, and went out with him, Mrs. Zheng never said anything heavy to him as an official, and after inspecting the old site of Daning, she also promised him a far better future than being a little bit better in Beijing.

Unexpectedly, I didn't say anything heavy, but directly made a heavy hand.

At this moment, although Madame is still the same as usual, she speaks at a loud voice, and the sternness in her eyes is more coercive than before Ma Xianglin and Man Gui went into battle to kill ***.

Huang Zude quickly came to his senses.

He realized that his wife called the pair of private concubines he had received yesterday by their names, and he had never even used "Sister Yao", let alone the word "***".

There is also Xu San, Xu San, a thief boy, who doesn't say so.

Huang Zude instantly understood that his wife was a woman, and things hurt her.

However, it's not right, the ladies and ladies of the big families in Jingshi clearly despise those who run the skin and meat business, like seeing pigs and dogs.

Huang Zude's thoughts flickered, Zheng Haizhu threw him a cotton handkerchief sent by the post house guy, and his tone softened: "I won't splash this cup of tea on you in front of Xu San and your subordinates. But if you think about it carefully, you are going to be a staff member like a guerrilla in the future for General Ma, and you can't even hear the sense of proportion in the official's tone, what about your brain?"

Huang Zude picked up the handkerchief and wiped his face.

Zheng Haizhu said again: "After talking about the brain, talk about the heart. Aren't the women in the private wharf forced to be like that by the world? It's already so miserable, and you have to hand over flowers and silk silver to the court every month to raise men, and you still have a ***, are you sorry?"

Huang Zude said with some defense: "Madam, my old Huang didn't take any of their hard-earned money. Besides, I'm just a Qiu Ba, and I won't speak like a scholar. When I was in Beijing, I was tired of raiding my house, so my brothers and I went to visit the kiln, and no matter how familiar they were, I called her that, but I would never be stingy when I gave her silver."

Zheng Haizhu leaned back in the chair, sighed heavily, and looked at the window grille shining in the spring sun.

Don't stare at the pure ancient man's lesson in front of you. Wouldn't it be much better in another 400 years?

Huang Zude looked at the clouds on Zheng Haizhu's face and did not cause any more torrential rain, so he calmed down, weighed his caution, and said: "We are hereditary brocade guards, and we know how to be respectful and humble, whatever decision Madame makes, my brothers and I will do it." Madame said that the women of the port should be rescued from the fire pit, and that they were more sturdy than ordinary little daughters-in-law in the countryside, and that they could be female soldiers, and that they had their own reasons for being ladies. I just asked more, but I was afraid that my wife would offend the civil officials of Jiliao."

Zheng Haizhu's gaze fell back on Huang Zude's face.

This is like the thinking that people in the staff should have.

Although Ma Xianglin is not a pure martial artist, and he is no stranger to the battles of various factions in the court, after all, when he is the general soldier of a town in the future, most of the plans in his mind are to use troops to resist the enemy, and the details of the interests between courtiers and border ministers are not taken into account, and subordinates like Huang Zude need to be considered and reminded.

Zheng Haizhu then completely let go of his reprimand, nodded and said, "Zude, I know your worries. Now the governor of Jiliao, Wang Xiangqian, and Juniper, are the two ways of civil and military, and the tariffs and money of this Shanhai Town are all managed by the Yongping soldiers under the supervision of Shuntian. After all, Juniper has a battalion of soldiers, and he can keep a town safe, and he is a private port in Shanhaiguan, and the civil officials of Yongping will definitely open his eyes

One eye closes the other. But if I take away the sheep of the harbor, will the wool-gatherer not be red-eyed?"

"That's right." Huang Zude replied in a sullen voice.

Zheng Haizhu stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the spring buds of the branches that were about to bloom.

"Then take a little less at a time. Zude, the people I want to save, the people I want to use, will not be unable to be saved or used. Holdra is a precedent."

……

Another day passed, at the end of the unitary hour.

The twilight is heavy, in the direction of the old dragon's head in the distance, under the majestic side wall, the waves are stacked and rolled, and they hit the gravel beach.

Li Huaihua and Liu Bei'er got out of the shack and looked back at the place behind them that brought them humiliation but also maintained their livelihood for two years.

Then their faces turned to the place where the waves roared.

They don't miss the shack, but they do miss their hometown.

Shanhaiguan, where the Great Wall of Daming enters the sea to the east, is their hometown and the only familiar space in their 20 years of life.

However, nostalgia and familiarity cannot stop longing.

In the conversation with Mrs. Zheng, who had fallen from the sky, the two women who had been buried in the mud by the world, as if looking up, suddenly saw the dark clouds tearing apart like cracked silks, and the glow was accompanied by the new terms they had heard for the first time, such as "in the army, in silver, in rations, four-pounder cannons, turtledoves, camel gun carriages", and so on.

The question "what else can we do" has a clear answer.

"You can be a gunner, just like the cavalry, the chariot soldiers, or the infantry in the former Qi Shaobao Mandarin Duck Formation."

"Madam, apart from me and Bottle, can you have two more gunners? It's one of our fellow villagers, who has more strength than the two of us, and he also came over after the death of a man. Once, when a sailor had made a nail and then paid his debts, they chased the king and the lamb all the way to the ship to get their money back. They are righteous, and we can't have a good place to go, but they don't make luck for them."

After Li Huaihua finished making the request, she was pleasantly surprised to see Mrs. Zheng nodding.

At this moment, Li Huaihua and Liu Bei'er, bypassing a few shacks where men were wheezing heavily, connected with the other two partners in the dark, and were about to walk towards Chengguan, when they suddenly saw that many shacks near and far around them had unusual movements.

More women, like nocturnal cats, gathered together lightly but resolutely.

"Sister Huaihua, take us to the noble person, right? We can endure any hardship, and it's okay to call *** and Beiban a knife!"

Li Huaihua was stunned for a moment by shock, and then looked at the two sisters she wanted to take away out of kindness in annoyance: "That noble man told me that this is the first time, only the four of us will be taken away!"

"We only told Ah Qiao, and no one else told us."