"In that case, I will inform the soldiers now."
Nie Dong cupped his hands and turned around to let the soldiers gather.
These soldiers had just sat down, and before they had time to take a breath, they heard the sound of the general drum.
For a moment, the soldiers grimaced and dragged their tired bodies back to the school field.
Han Zhen stepped up to the high platform and said loudly: "The whole army is listening, the afternoon drill is cancelled. I will give you half an hour to pack your luggage and move to the new military camp later."
Moved?
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then felt happy, as today's drill should be unnecessary.
At this time, Han Zhen winked at Nie Dong.
Nie Dong understood immediately and added: "Practice in the afternoon, make up for it at night."
have to!
Bai was happy.
But it’s good to practice at night, at least you don’t have to be exposed to the scorching sun.
Thinking of this, the soldiers walked out of the school grounds in twos and threes and began to pack their luggage with their reverie about the new military camp.
One is a good person and the other is a bad person. This trick works particularly well in the military.
Nie Dong is the commander of the capital and is responsible for daily drills, so he must be stricter.
As a true commander-in-chief, Han Zhen had to make a fool of himself at this time and act more friendly, which would actually win the respect and love of the soldiers.
This is human nature.
This is the trick that later generations of troops played the most smoothly.
If a soldier falls asleep while standing guard at night, and the company commander or other leaders catch him, instead of blaming the soldier, he will considerately take off his own clothes and cover the soldier.
Finally, call the soldier's squad leader.
Monitor, are you asleep?
Not sleeping? All your soldiers have fallen asleep, but you haven't slept yet?
Afterwards, no matter how the squad leader punishes the soldier, the soldier will not resent the leader who covered him with clothes.
Watching the soldiers disperse, Han Zhen asked, "How is Wei Da's cultivation going?"
"I haven't recovered yet. I was clamoring to come to the military camp two days ago, but was persuaded by a certain family to go back. I guess I'm still sulky now." Nie Dong smiled bitterly, with helplessness in his tone.
"I'll go and persuade you later."
Patting Nie Dong's shoulder, Han Zhen comforted him.
…
While the soldiers were packing their luggage, Han Zhen rode back to Xiaowang Village.
The market at the entrance of the village is deserted.
It was now afternoon, and the villagers were either working or busy fetching water to irrigate the farmland. They had no time to visit the market.
There has been a severe drought for many days now, and there has been no rain for a long time. If the fields are not watered again, I am afraid that by the end of autumn, there will be no corn harvest.
In the evening, this place became the busiest place in Xiaowang Village.
In the grocery store, An Niang stood at the counter, holding a pen in one hand and writing on the account book, while the other hand was doing abacus.
When she heard footsteps, she couldn't help but raise her head.
Seeing that the person coming was Han Zhen, a smile suddenly appeared in An Niang's moist peach blossom eyes.
Han Zhen smiled and said, "Have you missed me these days?"
"snort!"
An Niang tapped the brush in her hand a few times, and said in a resentful tone: "The slave family is thinking of you in my heart. It would be better for you, you damn ghost, to live happily in the county town with your sister-in-law."
Hearing this, Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and said, "When did you notice it?"
"That sister-in-law of yours, the way I looked at you the past few days was almost watering my eyes. Do you really think I'm a fool?"
Thinking of Mrs. Han Zhang's usual cautious and secretive manner, An Niang couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.
They are all women, so how could Han Zhang's little thoughts be hidden from her.
"She is thin-skinned, don't make fun of her in the future."
Han Zhen walked into the counter and gently patted her round and plump millstone.
"Well!"
An Niang let out a soft cry and said angrily: "You are really interested in my sister-in-law, but you only bully the slave family."
Han Zhen hid his hand under the counter and asked calmly: "How are you doing in the village these days?"
"Everything is fine. Yesterday, a new runaway made trouble. He was caught on the spot by Xiaochong, beaten twenty times... ah... and put in a cell." An Niang replied.
"I have wronged you these days. After a while, after I find someone to take over the market, you can also move to the city."
"Actually, it's not bad... The slave family likes such busy days. If...if they have some free time, they will feel unaccustomed to it."
Perhaps the weather was too hot and muggy, and a bright red appeared on An Niang's face.
The slender waist twisted a few times from time to time, and the huge and round millstone kept shaking.
The two chatted for a while, and An Niang's body suddenly shook a few times.
Blinking her peach blossom eyes that seemed to be dripping with water, she asked in a tired voice: "When will Erlang return to the county?"
"I'll leave later."
Han Zhen retracted his big hand hidden under the counter, picked up the rag on the counter and wiped the water stains on his hand.
Seeing that An Niang looked slightly disappointed, she couldn't help but smile and said: "If you miss me, just go to the county town to find me."
"Um!"
An Niang nodded.
The grocery store's business is very good, and I have to go to the county town every few days to buy goods.
"I am leaving."
"Erlang, let's go."
Although An Niang is reluctant to give up, she is not an ignorant little girl.
Know the depth and importance, and understand the importance.
After leaving the grocery store, Han Zhen went all the way to the salt factory site.
Now, the four large salt ponds are almost completed, and it is estimated that they will be completed in seven or eight days.
Looking around the construction site, more than 2,000 workers were managed in an orderly manner with clear division of labor.
Seeing him coming, the monkey immediately came up to him: "Brother Han!"
I looked at the monkey up and down a few times and found that he had lost some weight this time, but he was more energetic.
His face was tanned and his eyes were piercing.
Han Zhen asked with a smile: "How do you feel?"
"It's okay, I'm finally not as busy as before."
After the monkey answered humbly, he seemed to have thought of something and said, "By the way, Brother Han, the eighteen thousand kilograms of coarse salt that were shipped a while ago have been refined and stacked in the warehouse of the house. "
"alright?"
Han Zhen's eyes lit up.
During this period, Zhu Ji led Gu Si and opened up many channels outside, just waiting for the goods to arrive and sell them immediately.
I have to say that the names of Zhao Ting and Liu Mi are really useful.
Such a hugely profitable business naturally attracted the attention of many officials and wealthy gentry, but whenever Zhu Ji took out a post with the official seal of Qingzhou Zhizhou, they all immediately put on smiling faces.
Even if some wealthy gentry had people in the court, they would not deliberately offend Zhao Ting.
Harmony brings wealth.
In this situation, Zhu Ji will often reciprocate the favor and give up a little profit.
Everyone makes money and everyone is happy.
Han Zhen's goal was to use the sugar and refined salt business to connect officials and gentry in Shandong into an airtight network.
If that happens, officials in each state and county will be their own leaders.
Even if a rebel flag was raised, I am afraid that these officials would help him cover it up and try their best to whitewash peace in front of Song Huizong.
It's interesting to think about.
As for the Black Mountain King Li Tian...
Some brains, but not much.
Saying goodbye to the monkey, Han Zhen went to inspect the lime kilns and brick factories, and finally returned to the house to chat with Zhu Zhengze for a few words.
When we found Wei Da, he was wiping his knife in boredom.
"County magistrate!"
Seeing Han Zhen, Wei Da immediately put down his sword and gave a military salute.
Han Zhen asked with concern: "How is your cultivation going?"
"County Magistrate, I have recovered. When can I return to the military camp?"
During this period of time, he felt that he was so idle that he was almost going moldy.
Wei Da was a few years older than Nie Dong. He joined the army when he was fifteen. Over the years, he had become thoroughly accustomed to military life.
Being so idle right now is really a torture for him.
The key point is that he has never lost a penny of his monthly salary.
This made him feel even more guilty.
Han Zhen waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have an errand for you."
After spending so many days together, Han Zhen already knew his character.
Wei Da is a very principled person who keeps his word and is even a little too pedantic.
This kind of character has good and bad qualities.
For Han Zhen, the advantage is that he doesn't have to worry about betrayal and is trustworthy.
The disadvantage is that you don't know how to adapt.
"What's the errand?"
When he heard that there was an errand, Wei Da's eyes suddenly lit up.
Han Zhen said: "The military camp in the county has been repaired, and the army will move there later. Xiaowang Village cannot be left without a guard force. Therefore, I plan to let you serve as the instructor temporarily and recruit three hundred village warriors to guard the village. .”
Wei Da clasped his fists and said: "The county magistrate has to be considerate. I will do my best in this humble position!"
Although he is just a Xiangyong coach, it is better to have something to do than to be idle and get moldy.
"Xiang Yong's monthly salary is 300 yuan, and he has two meals a day. Zhu Zhengze and I have already spoken to each other. Once the expenses are met, you can just ask him to pay them when the time comes."
Since it is a reserve force, the treatment cannot be compared with that of the regular army.
"I'll go to my humble position right now."
After receiving the errand, Wei Daxing hurried out the door.
After ordering people to load the fifteen thousand kilograms of refined salt in the warehouse onto an ox cart, Han Zhen rode a horse and led a long group of ox carts out of Xiaowang Village.
Over at the military camp, the soldiers had already packed their luggage.
In fact, they had nothing to pack. The only thing they had to put some effort into was the copper coins in the warehouse.
When Han Zhen came back, Nie Dong immediately stepped forward to report: "County Magistrate, the army officers and soldiers have been sorted out. Two small teams have been left in the humble post. After recruiting Qi Xiangyong to take over the village, they will leave for the new military camp. .”
"good."
Han Zhen nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand: "The whole army sets off!"
…
…
"Come and try my prime minister's tofu. Don't underestimate this tofu. The recipe is a combination of methods from the north and the south."
"Peel the tofu from both sides, let it dry out, sear it with lard, and sprinkle a little salt. After turning it over, add a cup of Guanglu Temple's brewed Huangfeng wine, eighteen river shrimps, and boil it with three qian of soy sauce. Roll it once, add a pinch of sugar, and roll it again. Cut the green onions about half an inch into eight pieces, then slowly remove from the pot."
In the mansion academy, Liu Mi was introducing his newly researched dishes with great interest.
In addition to loving money, he also loves eating.
There are only 16 cooks in the family, all of whom are famous chefs hired at high prices from all over the world.
Not only did he like to eat, but he also liked to study delicious food. He often claimed to be Su Dongpo's confidant from another generation.
In comparison, Zhao Ting is much more pure.
Thinking about nothing but money.
"Well, it's indeed delicious."
After Zhao Ting said something perfunctory, he asked, "Did you read Han Er's letter?"
Liu Mi picked up a piece of tofu without haste, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and savored it carefully, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Then, he picked up a glass of fruit wine with ice fish added, took a sip, and said with a regretful expression: "The official is so pitiful, what he can eat is just some yokan and roasted meat, how can he know the real delicacy!"
Ice mirrors made of brass are placed in the four corners of the study, and the cold air is constantly overflowing from the holes in the ice mirrors.
It's as hot as a steamer outside, but it's extremely cool inside.
Zhao Ting frowned slightly: "Did you see it?"
"Looked at it."
Liu Mi put down his wine glass and said in a casual tone: "Don't you just want to buy some weapons? Just sell them to him."
"Could this Han Er want to rebel?"
Zhao Ting looked surprised and uncertain. He was now particularly sensitive to things like rebellion.
"Ah."
Liu Mi shook his head and laughed, and reminded: "Those who rebelled are all miserable, haha. Who have you ever seen who rebelled and still wanted to make money?"
"That's true."
Zhao Ting thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
From ancient times to the present, people will rebel only if they cannot survive.
Who would rebel if they had money?
Zhao Ting asked again: "Then why did he buy arms?"
Hearing this, Liu Mi muttered: "Maybe Li Heihu and Zhang Wanxian were frightened by the rebels."
Zhao Ting thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up: "Tell me, is Han Er trying to recruit someone for peace?"
"hiss!"
Liu Mi was stunned for a moment and took a deep breath: "What a good Chang Yukun. He really makes good calculations. He also wants money and political achievements. The more powerful Han Er is, the more credit he will have for recruiting people." If there are more than 100,000 people gathered, it is even possible for Chang Yukun to enter Longtu Pavilion."
The two of them were not mediocre. In just a few words, they analyzed everything.
In fact, Han Zhen did have the intention of recruiting peace at first.
When the time comes, take the money, take office, be your own official, and live a happy life.
Later, the reason why I changed my mind was that I found that the treatment for recruitment was really poor.
According to Changzhi County, after the recruitment, the imperial court gave a fifth-grade idle military attache to serve as a regimental training envoy for a certain state's Xiang army.
A fifth-grade military attache sounds very good, but this is the Northern Song Dynasty.
Not to mention officials of the same level, even when they see a seventh-grade magistrate, they have to take the initiative to salute.
If he accidentally offends Zhizhou and Tongfang, he will kill them on the spur of the moment.
The scholar-officials did not kill the scholar-officials, but when the scholar-officials killed the warriors, they never showed mercy.
When Di Qing returned from victory, his general Jiao Yong collided with Han Qi and was killed by Han Qi on the spot.
Where is Di Qing?
Don't even dare to fart.
Even Han Qi's concubine called Di Qing "Ban'er" in public and mocked Di Qing for having a tattoo on his face, but Di Qing had to smile at her.
You must know that a concubine has no status and is just a piece of goods to the master's family.
Even a concubine has such an attitude, one can imagine how humble a military commander's status is.
He might as well be a bandit and rule the land as king!
After thinking about it, Zhao Ting felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart and lowered his voice: "How can he, a small county magistrate, get such a big credit? In the end, didn't he give us an advantage?"
"That's the truth."
Liu Mi said, picking up the wine glass.
The two looked at each other, smiled, clinked their glasses, and drank it all in one gulp.
"At present, the navy is in decay and cannot be used for any purpose. It would be a waste to leave the ordnance in the warehouse."
Being able to make money and achieve political achievements, Zhao Ting has never encountered such good things.
At this moment, he was thinking about what price those weapons should be sold for.
(End of chapter)
