"Our people all live on the first floor and are not allowed to go up to the second floor. That is the master's bedroom, which ruins all the good intentions towards He Liang." Shang Zhen said as he glanced at the thirty or so soldiers under his command.
No one raised any objection. The kennels in the rich man's house were more elegant than the master bedroom in the poor man's house. The soldiers who slept outdoors were content to have a house that sheltered them from the wind and cold.
"Uncle Wang and I live on the second floor, so we can see far away." Shang Zhen said again.
Still no one raised any objection, just because the soldiers recognized Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao as their commanders.
As officers, Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao received some special treatment, at least in the eyes of the soldiers, it was a matter of course.
Although in their hearts they did not agree with Shang Zhen's reasons.
Don't talk about "all beings are equal" and "princes, generals, and generals have their own species." The authority of Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao among the soldiers was gained through battle after battle.
Although Mr. Wang is always swearing and swearing, he has never beaten any soldier. Compared with the junior officers nowadays who pay attention to "three golds and three skins", Shang Zhen and Mr. Wang are definitely considered Incorruptible.
Three golds: gold watch, gold glasses, and gold pen.
Three leathers, leather shoes, belts, and leather leggings.
Most of the gold watches are Roggner or Roman watches, the gold pen refers to Parker, the belt is a symbol of status as an officer, and the leather shoes and leggings are warm and stylish after wearing them.
"Ju Hongxia is the only female soldier. Since you refuse to leave us, then you can live in the attic." Shang Zhen said again.
Of course Shang Zhen asked Ju Hongxia for her opinion.
After entering Nanjing City, in front of other soldiers, Shang Zhen once asked Ju Hongxia, saying that we are all marching and fighting, and we may become heroic at some point. Are you sure you want to follow us?
Ju Hongxia didn't say much at that time, and only answered in the affirmative. As for the reason, Shang Zhen didn't ask.
The soldiers still had no objection to Shang Zhen's arrangements for Ju Hongxia.
After serving in the army for three years, a sow competed with Diao Chan, not to mention that Ju Hongxia was not a sow but Diao Chan.
A man is really a strange animal. No matter how much he suffers and how tired he is, the soldiers can feel that their bloody and boring fighting career has a little more color just by seeing Ju Hongxia's swaying figure. Come.
The matter was settled, and Shang Zhen, Wang Laomao, and Ju Hongxia went up the stairs to the second floor.
Since Shang Zhen and the others have moved in temporarily, they have of course seen the entire building. There is a small attic on the second floor, which was originally a storage room.
But Ju Hongxia is a woman, so it doesn't matter if she is marching and fighting, but naturally it will not be easy to live with the male soldiers if there is no fighting.
Yu Hongxia was very happy to have a separate room for herself. She found a broom and cleaned the small attic a little.
At this time, Mr. Wang laughed at Shang Zhen and gave him a thumbs up. Then he went to the bedroom on the second floor and took out a set of satin quilts and ran to the small attic.
Shang Zhen didn't seem to see this, he just stood in the corridor and looked into the distance, as if he was really looking into the distance.
At this time, Ju Hongxia's voice came from the small attic: "Oh, my master's bedding is not very big, right?"
"What's wrong? Since we live here, what belongs to his family belongs to our family!" That was Mr. Wang's answer.
Wang Laomao was still full of gangsterism when he answered. At this time, Shang Zhen, who was standing on the second floor, heard something ambiguous.
A smile flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly remembered a sentence, tell Bajie to find Sun Hou, first-class people love first-class people!
This old gangster in his forties is dating a policewoman in her twenties. Is it a father-daughter relationship? Or love at dusk? Or is Mr. Wang really old enough to be Ju Hongxia’s father? But so what? Rich people have concubines. Which concubine is not young and beautiful? Shang Zhen has no objection to this. Hehe, he has no control over this!
Just when Shang Zhen was secretly amused, he suddenly heard an exclamation from Mr. Wang coming from outside the door.
With the instinct of a soldier, Shang Zhen opened the door and rushed out. At this moment, he saw Mr. Wang standing in a small room at the end of the corridor, shouting!
"What's going on? What could have scared my old Uncle Wang like this?" Shang Zhen rushed into the small single room and felt relieved when he saw that Old Uncle Wang was fine.
"Look, there's a well here!" Mr. Wang said, pointing to the wall of this small single room that could only accommodate three or four people.
Shang Zhen saw a red wooden barrel sitting on the ground. The wooden lid was opened again, and a porcelain box was hung against the wall.
The well that Mr. Wang mentioned was that there was a pool of water in the middle and lower part of the barrel.
Shang Zhen was also blinded by what Mr. Wang said.
But he instinctively knew that this barrel couldn't be a well. He knew that rich people in big cities all used tap water!
At this time, there were footsteps outside the small single room. It was Ju Hongxia who came down from the attic after hearing Old Man Wang's cry.
Ju Hongxia just walked to the door and smiled: "Where is the well? This is a flush toilet!"
Um? Shang Zhen took another look at the wooden barrel with extremely exquisite workmanship and suddenly realized.
He had actually seen descriptions of flush toilets in newspapers, but this was the first time he had seen a real thing. He thought that Mr. Wang didn't read newspapers and had never seen one before, so he was making a fuss.
At this time, Mr. Wang also reacted, and he became sarcastic. In order to get rid of the embarrassment, he deliberately beat his chest and said: "You really don't know how to live, and your wealth will not go to outsiders, don't you understand?"
Hearing what Mr. Wang said, Xie Hongxia glanced at Mr. Wang charmingly, then turned around and returned to the attic.
Shang Zhen was watching from the side.
Just now, Ju Hongxia glanced at Old Mao Wang with a look that was both funny and angry. When Old Mao Wang looked at Ju Hongxia's swaying three-body walking posture, everyone was dumbfounded!
I am an honest person, I am just a piece of wood, I haven’t seen anything!
Shang Zhen, who was also amazed by Ju Hongxia's smile, reminded himself, and then he turned around and went back to his house.
Since Shang Zhen and the others lived in a small Western-style building belonging to a wealthy family, they naturally had no shortage of rice and noodles.
When it was time for dinner, everyone reached out and started to move. As the saying goes, they had enough food and clothing by themselves, but for the first time in these days, they had a meal of rice and white rice that was of good quality and filling.
At night, this small foreign-style building originally had electric lights, but Shang Zhen didn't let everyone use it or let out any light. After all, they moved in privately with the help of He Liang's light and didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. .
It was getting dark, and Shang Zhen was lying on the floor in the room. Wang Laomao lay down on the big bed without any ceremony.
Although Mr. Wang has cleaned himself up, his demeanor is no different from that of a bandit.
Just when Mr. Wang thought Shang Zhen was about to go to sleep, Mr. Wang saw Shang Zhen suddenly get up again, and even reached the big bed where he was lying.
"What are you doing in Guqiu if you're not sleeping?" Wang Laomao asked.
"I've been getting a bit of ringing in my ears recently due to the cannon blast from the kid. I'll take out some cotton and plug my ears." Shang Zhen replied nonchalantly.
Um? Mr. Wang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but then he came back to his senses.
Shang Zhen's words made Mr. Wang both moved and speechless. Everyone has experienced tinnitus, but I have never heard that stuffing cotton in the ears can cure tinnitus. Is this a folk remedy?
Night fell. Maybe that cotton could really cure tinnitus. Shang Zhen soon fell asleep. The voice of Hu Zhuzhu talking in his sleep came from downstairs: "Brothers, rush!"
At this moment, a figure moved on the second floor, and the door of the room was opened silently, and then the sound went up to the attic.
