Several people sat on the table and knelt down, Zhang Xian poured Meng Ke a cup of hot tea, and then poured a cup of tea for himself and his staff.

"This tea tastes very mellow."

Meng Ke took a sip of tea and exclaimed.

Modern people don't know how to drink tea, it's not interesting, just praise it.

"Qin Xuanju likes it, I have been in the army for many days, and it is rare to see a scholar who knows how to enjoy himself, this tea is naturally a fine wine that Xiaguan has treasured for many years." Huang Zong laughed.

Among all the people present, I am afraid that only Huang Zong can talk to Meng Ke on an equal footing.

He was born in the imperial examination and a protégé of the Son of Heaven, and was a jinshi in the late Northern Song Dynasty. Shaoxing's military theory was appreciated by Yue Fei.

"Then Qin will be disrespectful."

Meng Ke was not modest, so he lowered his head and tasted it again.

With this mouthful, Meng Ke suddenly felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, but it had a melodious charm.

Even people who don't know tea can taste good tea at this moment.

This compliment to each other, no one felt embarrassed, but became more and more harmonious.

Of course, this is just Meng Ke's own opinion.

In fact, in the eyes of Zhang Xian and others, it is still frightening step by step!

Zhang Xian: Am I easy? Pengju, when are you coming back? I want to kill you!

"Ahem, that, I suddenly remembered that I still have to inspect the military situation, you accompany Qin Xuan to sit for more meetings, I'll go first."

"Eh, eh, Zhang ......"

Soon, he left his staff behind, and he couldn't bear it and slipped directly on the soles of his feet.

The affairs of the literati should be left to the literati themselves.

In the tent, several people laughed and looked at each other.

Huang Zong coughed, breaking the embarrassing situation: "Don't be surprised by Qin's judgment, it's really that since the expansion of the army the year before last, people from all walks of life have gathered in one battalion, and it is very inconvenient to manage. And Zhang Tongzhi was ordered by General Yue, and he needed to be taken care of in all aspects. ”

Immediately after, he gave a hint to several of his comrades around him, and everyone began to sell miserably.

One sentence from you, one sentence from me, chattering for a long time, Meng Ke finally understood a general idea.

The Yuejia Army is composed of four parts.

First: The soldiers of the former Tokyo Left-behind Division who followed Yue Fei from the north to Jiangnan.

Second: the thieves were defeated and fought with the Yue family;

Third: those who were successively annexed by Yue Fei by the officials and troops in various places;

Fourth: Those who were defeated by the Yue family army and captured by the Yue family's army;

The former is the old team of the Yue family's army, with less than 2,000 people, and even fewer have really survived the long-term war.

The latter three aspects are the main components of the Yuejia army.

For example, the Yang Mi army mentioned by the previous official Chen Hong, after Yang Mi was defeated, Yue Fei selected Yang Mi's infantry and incorporated them into the army. This expanded Yue Fei's army to more than 100,000 people, and Yang Mi merged into Yue's army with 50,000 or 60,000 people, far exceeding the number of Yue's army before Yang Mi was wiped out.

It's also that Taiwei Yue's command value is full, otherwise if someone else is replaced, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble.

Even though it has been two years since it was absorbed, Zhang Xian suddenly took over the army, and he was still a little powerless.

The staff sold miserably, one was to explain to Zhang Xian, and the other was to let Meng Ke open his mouth to ask the official family for some rewards and official positions to appease the army.

Such methods were not uncommon in the Southern Song Dynasty, and were even more common in the late Ming Dynasty.

If you don't pay you no war, and if you don't give you a reward, you will be sold.

Some ** people will mutini in front of the battle, how much money do you give, I will fight for you.

So much so that some incompetent generals and civilian officials had to carry a few boxes of gold and silver to the front line, and sacrifice gold and silver to boost morale before every battle.

Of course, the ** people of the Southern Song Dynasty have not yet reached the latter level, after all, the martial arts life is really low, if you dare to threaten me, I will kill you after this battle.

For the words of the Yue family's army and the civilian officials, Meng Ke has nothing to do.

Okay, why don't you just write a letter? It's not my money anyway.

Whether I agree or not, I have nothing to lose.

If Zhao Jiumei agreed, I could still sell my favor, so why not?

In the evening, the staff took him to the city again, and for a time the guests and hosts were happy.

Meng Ke was so drunk that he was carried into a carriage and dragged back to the camp.

"Whew, this old man is so heavy!"

"Hahaha, Lao Sun, you have to take it easy, be careful that your waist is broken, and when you turn around, Captain Yue has to go to the official's house to send him a military advisor."

A group of staff members lifted the curtains, supported each other, and walked out leisurely.

When all the staff left, there was silence in the tent.

Meng Ke, who was supposed to be drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes with a blazing gaze.

The winemaking technology of the Southern Song Dynasty is quite mature, but this time he drank flower wine without a high number of wines, and he drank rice wine and sweet wine.

Although he was full of alcohol, he was not very drunk.

Pretending to be drunk on the one hand, he wanted to hear these Yue family army staff talk about military affairs, and on the other hand, he wanted to ......

Under the candlelight, Meng Ke took a pen and paper, dipped it in ink, and wrote it on a notebook.

“...... The Ezhou Army (Yuejia Army is now stationed in Ezhou), the generals are handsome, the military is elite, and the upper is adhering to the orders of the imperial court, and the people are loyal and filial; The next is to train martial arts, and the wisdom and courage of the ......"

After writing the recital, it was blown dry and dried, and Meng Ke wrote another recital and stamped it with the official seal.

The former is to express what he sees, and the latter is to seek a reward and official position for the Yue family's army.

When everything was placed, he blew out the candlesticks and sat quietly on the couch and waited.

……

In the big tent of the Chinese army, several staff members were dressed in rouge and vulgar powder mixed with a strong smell of wine.

Zhang Xian sat on the upper seat, Sun Ge and Huang Zong sat on the left and right respectively, and then sat down according to their official positions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think of Qin... How did Qin pronounce his sentence? Do you mind Ying Xiang's reckless behavior today? Zhang Xian asked.

The staff and civil officials glanced at each other, and Sun Ge touched his nose: "Zhang Tongzhi, I thought...... This Qin sentence deserves to be called a smiling tiger. When it comes to insidiousness and skill, I think it's a cut off from the former Zhao Xianggong. ”

That's right.

Zhao Xianggong in Sun Ge's mouth is actually Zhao Ding, the left minister who has been ousted as prime minister, he is upright, opposes peace, and is one of the famous patriotic leaders of the Southern Song Dynasty, of course, Qin Hui can compare.

Can...... What does this have to do with me......

Forget it, the ex's pot, I carry it.

But I really want to help you!

"Although this Qin Xuanju has a lovely smile and seems to be as gentle as jade, he is a wolf in his bones!"

"Brother Sun's words are reasonable, and I also think that Qin Xuan's judgment is definitely not good! It is necessary to see the reckless generals in the prison army, and Hugh must teach the truth. Huang Zongkou said.

After some discussion, everyone also made up their minds.

Zhang Xian couldn't help but stroke his head.

Before you know it, the night is thicker.

The night breeze stirs the curtain and brings a hint of coolness.

Several of the staff members in the tent were already drunk.

Zhang Xian hasn't yet.

"That's it, just make him a Buddha statue."

Even Yue Fei has to be angry with civilian officials, let alone a former military commander.