Since these young ladies started this side business of reselling military products, their status has skyrocketed. The gentlemen and gentlemen they used to have to take care of now want to please them.
Especially the emergence of cigarettes, a big killer.
Yang Fan is very concerned about the psychological condition of the officers and soldiers. After all, fighting on the battlefield is very stressful, and psychological problems are most likely to occur, such as camp roars and the like, which are very scary.
Therefore, anything that can help relieve emotions is classified as military supplies. There was strong liquor in the supplies that Yang Fan distributed to the officers and soldiers, but the amount was very small. Cigarettes are also a necessity. Smoking can greatly relieve your mood. Candy and chocolate can make people feel happy and are also necessary.
In the brothels in the capital, these things quickly became hard currency, and all the first-class brothels accepted these supplies.
It's a pity that these soldier brothers are not interested in the Qing servants. They know nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they learned how to read in the military camp.
Who is mentally ill to come here to listen to a piece of music or something? We can’t come to high-end ones, but I like non-orthopedic ones, which are straightforward enough.
This made the girls in the lower class overjoyed and the top players heartbroken. These young ladies who are usually at the bottom make a lot of money every now and then.
Once the cigarettes are spread out, they can never be taken back. Once you use this thing for a while, you can't live without it.
It is said that His Majesty smokes a pack of big front door ones every day.
Now, these bratty brothers left cruelly, and my good life was over, so naturally I burst into tears.
Some familiar people were still shouting outside, but these soldiers didn't even look at them. If you don't walk well in the marching method, you will be beaten with a military stick.
After leaving Deshengmen, the team accelerated their march and arrived at Tongzhou City at noon.
At this time, cities in various places were very afraid of the coming army and closed their city gates tightly.
Yang Fan didn't bother to argue with them, so he just rested on the spot under the city and buried the pot to make rice.
Yang Fan ordered to start cooking rice.
Clean water was brought from the well outside the city, the army pots were set up, and the trees outside the city were cut down to start cooking. Pour the entire bag of rice into a large pot and simply turn and stir it with a shovel to wash it. Then start igniting.
Lunch is also simple. In addition to rice, there are white flour steamed buns steamed in the morning, meat and oil radish soup, and cabbage stewed with tofu.
A group of people from Tongzhou County magistrate saw at the city gate that the army had no intention of entering the city to harass them, and they were relieved. Soldiers are more powerful than bandits these days.
The military law of the Ming Dynasty records military merits based on the head level, so all kinds of killings and taking merits are very terrible.
During the Cao Qin Rebellion during the reign of Emperor Yingzong of Tianshun, the Ming army in Beijing suppressed the rebellion, beheaded their heads to receive rewards, and killed all the beggars on the street. The people in the capital were so frightened that they did not dare to go out for several days.
Even the capital is like this, let alone other places.
The Tongzhou County Magistrate, Lord Bo, and County Lieutenant were all watching from the tower. These people had made such a big name in the capital that they even knocked down Jiu Qian Sui. I wonder what kind of tiger and wolf masters they were.
More than three thousand soldiers, more than a thousand civilians, and a large number of livestock and carts filled the wilderness outside the south gate.
Nearly five thousand people were stationed neatly in units of five hundred. They moved very quickly, obviously practiced in marching and camping.
Each department is organized into battalions, and is in an orderly manner without any chaos. Everyone was sitting cross-legged waiting for the meal to be served. No one moved or talked. There were even temporary toilets dug in the camp. Absolutely no one was anywhere for convenience.
A dozen people in the distance were riding horses from the direction of Zhangjiawan. They happened to pass by and were going to Chifeng for lunch at noon and took a rest.
However, the city gates were closed, no one was allowed in or out, and there were soldiers on the walls watching the city walls with vigilance.
"Sir, there are guest troops passing through outside the city today. I guess they are afraid of disturbing the people, so they don't open the city gate. How about we insist on it. We will arrive at Chaoyang Gate in another hour and a half. Let's go into the city for dinner." An old man who looked like an aide said.
The man, who was in his early forties, said nothing. Instead, he rode up to a nearby hill and observed the team carefully from a high position.
I saw that the appearance of this team was very neat. Every officer and soldier was sitting cross-legged on the ground. The arrangement was very regular. It can be seen that the basic unit is based on the battalion, and the internal seating is based on a module of thirty people.
Looking at such a large area, there are more than 5,000 people, but no one speaks, it is terrifyingly quiet.
These officers and soldiers had expressionless faces and sat upright, with their waists straight like gun barrels. Their silence almost formed a kind of coercion, which made him feel shuddering.
The military discipline of this army is actually so strict.
At this time, the aide also rode up to the Lord's side and said, "Sir, the troops who appeared here at this time should be the troops that wiped out the Yangliuqing bandits. I heard that they helped the emperor bring down the nine gangsters in the capital. Chitose.”
"That's right, it should be them. These people look like elite soldiers who have been on the battlefield. They are so evil." The adult said, stroking his beard.
"Take my post and send it over. Since we can't enter the city, let's bother Mr. Yang. The name of the person and the shadow of the tree are all vivid outside, huh!" the adult said with a sneer.
Yang Fan rested and ate with the captains and people from the headquarters. While waiting for the cooking team to pick up the food, the soldiers came over to report that someone wanted to see him. After saying that, he handed over a famous card.
The name tattoo reads: Yuan Chonghuan, former right minister of the Ministry of War.
Yang Fan didn't expect to meet him here, and that he would come to visit him.
Yuan Chonghuan was a student of Sun Chengzong, a veteran Donglin Party member. Therefore, Yuan Chonghuan is a direct member of the Donglin Party.
Yang Fan was a little silent. He actually didn't want to meet Governor Yuan, who was a very controversial historical figure. Yang Fan has no interest in who is right and wrong, and he doesn't want to comment on the merits and demerits. However, the records from the history books make Yang Fan not like him very much.
However, he was a civil servant, a former minister of the Ministry of War of the third rank. Although he resigned and returned to his hometown in Guangdong after being run against by Jiu Qiansui, he came back this time with the support of the Donglin Party, and then took office as Jiliao Supervisor.
My little Zunhua is still in other people's territory, and I still have to look at other people's faces to eat. It's really not good to be gone. Moreover, Yang Fan couldn't quite understand the logic and brain circuit of this person's actions. Yang Fan had always been cautious about things he didn't understand.
Because Marshal Mao is a lesson learned from the past.
"Everyone, please go out with me to greet Mr. Yuan. Please be respectful to me. If anyone gives me a gift, see how I deal with him."
When everyone saw Yang Fan's serious explanation, their hearts suddenly trembled, and they all agreed loudly.
Yuan Chonghuan didn't wait long when he saw a very young man coming out with a group of officers to greet him.
This Yang Fan looks so young, with a childlike look on his face.
Yuan Chonghuan sighed in his heart.
At his age, I was still studying and taking the imperial examination.
