"Auntie Chen, there is not only a boys' school here, but also a girls' school."
Zheng Yong's words made Ms. Liu want to seal her mouth, but Ms. Liu could only think and did not dare to take action.
What, the slave family not only needs to provide education for their two sons, but also provides education for their two daughters.
Studying for his two sons already gave him a headache. He didn't expect that there would be a girls' school here.
There is a girls' school here. Can you prevent your daughter from studying?
Others asked her daughter to study, could she stop her?
But if we don’t stop it, what will happen to our family’s expenses?
When Mrs. Liu and her children were panting and moving all their belongings to their new home, they unexpectedly heard a sound.
"Sister, it turns out you are here too." A familiar voice came over.
Mrs. Liu turned to the right and took a look, extremely happy: "Sister Zheng, you are here too. It turns out we are neighbors. That's great."
"Sister Liu, are there five people in your family?" Mrs. Zheng said while looking at the people who were moving.
Mrs. Liu lowered her head with some humiliation: "The official died in the war, leaving only five members of the slave family. How many people do you have?"
"There are seven people in the slave family." Mrs. Zheng stepped forward and held Mrs. Liu's rough hands with her own rough hands, and said sympathetically.
Mrs. Liu raised her head to congratulate her. Although she was happy, she looked lonely: "Congratulations to Sister Zheng. After all, there are still officials."
"Officials, officials of the slave family also died in the war. The parents of the official family are with the slave family." Mrs. Zheng smiled sadly.
Ms. Liu was shocked. She didn't expect that Ms. Zheng was even more miserable than herself, and she couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy.
Zheng felt that something was wrong with her mood, and felt that the comparison had affected the other person's mood.
Mrs. Zheng immediately comforted Ms. Liu and said happily: "Fortunately, the government in West County provides subsidies for the elderly over sixty. My parents-in-law are just over sixty, so they can receive a total of four pick-up cards every month for life."
"The little saint was so kind to the old man that he even had this kind of subsidy. It's a pity that his parents-in-law passed away too early and didn't have this blessing." After saying this, Mrs. Liu couldn't help wiping her tears.
Mrs. Zheng comforted Mrs. Liu, and the two communicated again.
Through communication, Ms. Liu learned that Ms. Zheng was two years older than her and had four children, but she was only three or four years older than her.
Zheng's oldest son is fourteen years old, and her oldest daughter is twelve years old.
The two of them became more and more intimate as they talked, and finally they talked about school matters.
Mrs. Liu couldn't help sighing, with a wry smile on her face: "I don't know if I should thank the little saint, or should I not thank the little saint?"
How come you can say this? Are you desperate for your life?
"Why do eldest sisters think so?" Mrs. Zheng looked around and saw no one before she said to Mrs. Liu.
Mrs. Liu sighed and said solemnly: "The little saint saved the Nu family, so naturally there should be a memorial tablet in the house, and the incense will continue every day. But this is a women's school, a women's school."
At this point, she stuttered and couldn't continue.
"What do you mean by the eldest sister, shouldn't there be a girls' school?" Ms. Zheng understood what Mr. Liu meant and added.
Ms. Liu nodded and said no more, because she saw her two daughters walking in and out of the courtyard.
Mrs. Zheng followed Mrs. Liu's eyes and knew that she was afraid that her daughter would hear her.
She approached Mrs. Liu and asked quietly: "Are you afraid that you won't be able to support your two daughters who are studying?"
Madam Liu nodded and finally breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her two daughters enter the house. Fortunately, her daughter didn't hear them.
She is now very afraid that her daughter will hear what they are talking to. After all, she said she wanted to sell her daughter, which has left a lifelong shadow on her daughter's heart, and she is particularly sensitive to any topic about them.
"Don't worry about this, the little saint has already considered this." Zheng said with a chuckle.
Mrs. Liu was so anxious that she almost shouted loudly, and hurriedly covered her mouth: "Why don't you worry? There are no officials, only one servant, how can we feed four people?"
Mrs. Liu misses you very much, so of course there is no need to worry. There are two elderly people who have old age allowances, but I don’t have these.
"Are you talking about the issue of livelihood? These little saints have already considered it. I heard that people like the Runu family have a way to survive." Mrs. Zheng looked solemn.
Mrs. Liu felt a little relieved after hearing this, but what is this way of survival?
Xiao Zhong and Liu Liang are retired soldiers from Zhaojiazhuang and are currently waiting for arrangements from Zhaojiazhuang.
Both of them are young, only in their twenties. They could have worked for a few more years or even more than ten years.
It's a pity that the two of them showed their heroic qualities and were injured in the battle with the barbarians, and they were seriously injured.
After careful treatment by the doctor in Zhaojiazhuang, their injuries completely improved, leaving only some less serious sequelae.
Xiao Zhong's left foot was hit by a barbarian stone bullet in the leg bone, and he is now slightly lame.
Liu Liang's right wrist was shot by a foreigner with a hard bow. He should not use excessive force on his right hand.
Although ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell if they didn't look carefully, the two of them knew how to deal with being exposed on the battlefield.
Although the two did not want to withdraw from the army, Zhaojiazhuang decided to let them retire for the sake of their safety.
The two cried bitterly, and finally left the army, returned to Zhaojiazhuang, and followed the arrangements.
Xiao Zhong and Liu Liang were in the security regiment and the Sichuan Guard Army respectively, but they were still officers such as the formation commander and deputy commander. Xiao Zhong treated him to a treat, and then Liu Liang went to his home.
Xiao Zhong has a wife and three children, including his parents and his sixty-year-old mother-in-law.
Xiao Zhong took out the wine, gave Liu Liang a large glass, and said: "Ziyou (Liu Liang's nickname), we joined the army together and retired together, so we are destined. Come, cheers."
"Sincerely (Xiao Zhongzi), if you can defeat the Hu people in this life and let the Hu people cede Xi County, it will be enough for us to be honored for a lifetime. Do it!" Liu Liang laughed loudly, his tone was full of pride, and he drank it all in one gulp.
Xiao Zhong gave Liu Liang another full glass and said: "Ziyou, this battle is the battle for the Song Dynasty to turn around. It is also a battle for Zhaojiazhuang to be upright and frontal. The Hu people took the initiative to negotiate, which is enough to make history. Come, cheers."
"We participated in three big battles, and each time we fought against barbarians, but the last one was the most enjoyable. After all, the first two times were not real barbarians, but this time we were real barbarians. Let's do it." The two drank again. And done.
Xiao Zhong drank two large glasses in a row, already feeling a bit drunk, and asked: "The money Zhaojiazhuang gave us to retire is enough for us to use for a lifetime. Which one should Ziyou choose?"
"To be honest, we are not even 30 years old yet, so we are sitting at home with nothing to do every day. It is better to go to Zhaojiazhuang to work." Liu Liang thought for a while and expressed his thoughts.
Zhaojiazhuang rewards meritorious soldiers who retire due to injury very highly, and there are two options.
One is to give them a one-time delivery card of one thousand taels, which is enough for them to use for a lifetime, and they can do nothing;
The second is to work in the Zhaojiazhuang workshop and receive a monthly salary.
Xiao Zhong nodded: "We are still young. We are bored at home every day, so we might as well find something to do."
"We used to lead troops, and we have many subordinates. I wonder how Zhaojiazhuang will arrange it?" Liu Liang thought for a while, feeling a little worried.
Xiao Zhong couldn't help but sigh: "The two troops in Zhaojiazhuang were so powerful and defeated the Hu people three times in a row. It can be said that there will be too many opportunities to make achievements in the future. It is a pity that we were injured and forced to retire."
After saying that, he took another sip of wine, feeling quite lonely.
"I think this is a good thing. Now that the Hu people are forced to sign a treaty, they may not fight in the short term. Maybe we can do something good when we come to Zhaojiazhuang." Liu Liang thought for a while and persuaded Xiao Zhong.
Xiao Zhong took another sip of wine, thought for a while and said, "I hope Zhaojiazhuang can make a good arrangement."
"Chengzhi is a team leader in the security team, so he should have a good arrangement." Liu Liang also took a sip of wine, his tone full of envy.
Xiao Zhong shook his head and looked at Liu Liang: "Ziyou is not bad either. He has become the deputy commander in less than a year. He also has a good arrangement."
"Anyway, there is still a gap." Although Liu Liang is one level behind, he feels at ease.
After all, he was quickly promoted to deputy commander in the security regiment within less than a year, which already made him satisfied.
Xiao Zhong thought for a while and asked in a thoughtful tone: "I heard that Zhaojiazhuang has been fully arranged. I wonder what arrangements are made for us?"
"Now that more than 100,000 refugees have arrived, the little saint must give them a way out. Don't we have something to do?" Liu Liang's eyes flashed and he expressed his opinion.
Xiao Zhong took another sip of wine: "I hope there will be good arrangements."
Liu Liang sighed, knowing that although Xiao Zhong didn't mind in his mouth, he still cared more or less in his heart.
In fact, Liu Liang was not like this, but he was unwilling to say it.
On the third day, the long-awaited arrangement was finally made, and both of them were arranged in the newly established wool workshop.
Xiao Zhong is the section chief of the wool pre-processing section, and Liu Liang is the section chief of the wool post-processing section.
When the two received the appointment letter, they couldn't help but look at each other.
Xiao Zhong put away the appointment letter and asked: "Ziyou, what kind of official is this section leader and how many people does he have under him?"
"I don't know about this. I'll find out when I take office tomorrow." Liu Liang shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
"Congratulations on your promotion to the rank of officer." Xiao Zhong's wife, Mrs. Zhang, happily congratulated her while looking at his appointment letter.
Xiao Zhong shook his head and said: "Madam, don't be too happy too early. This section leader doesn't know how many subordinates he has."
"I heard that Duan Zhang also has team leaders, at least hundreds of them." Madam thought for a while.
Xiao Zhong sighed: "The official originally had one hundred and twenty people under his command, but it seems that there are not as many as there were before."
"There is no fixed number for this. Some workshops have heard that there are hundreds of people in one section." Ms. Zhang comforted Xiao Zhong.
Xiao Zhong shook his head and couldn't help but ask: "So, is it possible that there are only a few dozen people?"
"The official turned out to be a formation leader, with more than a hundred people under his command. It should be no less than this number." Mrs. Zhang thought for a while and said, "With so many refugees now, there must be a lot of people in one section."
Xiao Zhong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's hard to say."
"In any case, since the appointment has been made, the officials must work well for the little saint. Without the little saint, there would be no officials today." Zhang told Xiao Zhong.
"Of course, there are no little saints. The Great Song Dynasty was not suppressed and beaten by barbarians. The little saints make the Great Song Dynasty feel proud. Officials have to get up early tomorrow and try to leave a good impression on the workshop." Hearing the lady talking about the little saint, He couldn't help but hold his head high and said proudly.
"What, this section has thousands of people and covers an area of 200 acres." Standing on the high platform, Xiao Zhong looked at the section in front of him and couldn't believe himself.
This construction section is surrounded by walls, and a thousand craftsmen are coming in one after another.
The deputy section chief named Liu Yong, who was also a retired fire chief, rubbed his eyes and saw a thousand craftsmen neatly arranged, and finally believed that this was what happened.
At noon, the auspicious time has arrived. After the firecrackers went off, the workshop was officially opened.
"Bah baa, baa baa." Following the cry of the sheep, five hundred sheep came in from the next door sheepfold.
All the craftsmen did not dare to move, waiting for Xiao Zhong's order.
Xiao Zhong looked at these thousands of people, feeling a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart.
He originally thought he was being demoted as the leader of the formation, but he didn't expect to be promoted.
Originally there were only one hundred and twenty men under his command, but now there are almost ten times the number.
You know, although the security team has been upgraded very quickly, it is only below the level of the formation commander.
If you want to be promoted to a battalion leader with more than 500 people, it is simply unrealistic without great merit.
War is cruel. Maybe you are a living life today, but just a pile of corpses tomorrow.
Swordsmen and arrows have no eyes, and they will be polite to you just because you are the leader of the formation.
Lucky, I am so lucky.
He actually has more subordinates than the camp leader, and he is promoted faster than Rocket.
The key thing is that he doesn't have to go to the battlefield and fight to the death with barbarians, and he can be promoted easily.
In the future, I can face my wife in a graceful manner, and I can face my former robe in a graceful manner.
Xiao Zhong wanted to open his mouth and laugh, but he didn't dare and hurriedly closed his mouth tightly.
Because he is a section leader, he must have his own demeanor and etiquette.
Xiao Zhong not only represents himself, but also represents the security team and Zhaojiazhuang.
Because he came from the security team and was arranged by Zhaojiazhuang.
Looking at a thousand pairs of eyes in the audience, he took a deep breath and started to act.
Xiao Zhong is the section leader and he must complete the first ceremony.
And he is a section leader and must set an example.
There are a thousand pairs of eyes looking at Xiao Zhong here, and they can't mess things up.
If he fails to handle it well, it will prove that the opening is not smooth.
His subordinates may not say anything to his face, but they will definitely say he is incompetent behind his back.
He had no way out, he had to do it well, and he had to do it cleanly so that others could not find faults.
Therefore, it is said that craftsmen have difficulties as craftsmen, and section leaders also have difficulties as section leaders.
Xiao Zhong took a deep breath, tried to be as normal as possible, and said to Liu Yong: "Start."
"Yes." Liu Yong bowed his hands and then came to the sheep.
He stepped forward to catch a sheep and dragged it to Xiao Zhong.
The sheep thought people were going to kill it and kept struggling.
Although Liu Yong's right hand was injured, dealing with a sheep was not a problem and he held the sheep tightly.
Xiao Zhong took an instrument, pointed it at the sheep, and started to act.
Although this was his first time doing this, he had just retired from the security team and was quite strong.
"Chacha, chirp," Xiao Zhong's instrument started to move, opening and biting continuously.
Xiao Zhong found that this matter was not suitable for him. After all, he used to be a big knife and now he has become a small knife.
The broadsword can be swung wide and wide, using just strength to display its heroic spirit and boldness.
The knife must be used slowly and slowly, and cannot be used too hard. It will open and close as the palm of the hand is tense, which will appear too petty.
The broadsword is pointed at a barbarian. It can be aimed at the target and slash fiercely. The more blood it will bleed, the better.
The knife is pointed at the sheep, so it cannot be hacked and killed, and no blood must be shed.
The machete can slash everywhere, as long as it hits the target.
The knife cannot cut randomly, it must catch the target and stick to the sheep's body.
Because Xiao Zhong used a razor blade on the battlefield, but now he uses scissors.
Xiao Zhong felt even more tired than on the battlefield, and the palm of his right hand was sore and soft.
Although I wasn't out of breath, I was starting to sweat.
This sweat is not only the sweat of the body, but also the sweat of the nervous mind.
After all, this is the first time, and it is also the first time in Zhaojiazhuang.
The tiredness of his heart and body made Xiao Zhong sweat more and more, even dripping on Liu Yong's hands.
Liu Yong looked at Xiao Zhong's sweat, thought for a moment, and said, "Commander Xiao, can you let me have a try?"
Xiao Zhong shook his head and thought to himself, there is no way for you to compete with me for the position.
Because at this time, he saw Wang Zicai, the owner of the wool workshop, coming over.
No matter how hard and tired I am, I can't embarrass my subordinates, let alone in front of the shopkeeper.
Fortunately, after an hour, Xiao Zhong, who was sweating profusely and panting, finally completed the first cutting task.
Wang Zicai stepped forward to look at the naked sheep, stroked his beard, smiled slightly, and said, "Congratulations, Chief Xiao, on your great business."
Wang Zicai's words established Xiao Zhong's position as the commander.
Xiao Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowed his hands, and said to Wang Zicai: "Thanks to the blessing of the little saint, we have a prosperous business."
"Thanks to the blessing of the little saint, it will be a great success, a great success, a great success." Everyone shouted excitedly.
Although Xiao Zhong completed the task with difficulty, he felt relatively happy.
While shouting for good luck, he thought to himself: "What does Ziyou do in that section and how many people are there?"
