Wu Ma, the steward, saw that Xiao Cui had a flexible mind, diligent hands and feet, and a good personality, so she assigned her to take care of the master's daily life. Wu Ma came from Fangjiazhuang, and she knew everything about the Fang family.
Xiaocui has good looks, a gentle and soft voice, and is extremely lethal to men.
The master is a hot-blooded man. If he cannot resist the temptation and makes a mistake that is easy for men to make, not only will Xiao Cui die, but the master and himself will be severely punished by his wife.
So when she was assigned a job, she sternly warned Xiaocui that she needed to serve the master with all her heart, but she must not have any undue thoughts, not at all, otherwise the sword in the lady's hand would be put on her neck mercilessly.
Old Song was a swineherd and had not had contact with anyone from the Fang family compound these days. He did not know that the real master of the Fang family was his wife.
Madam is not an ordinary housewife. She can kill the enemy when she mounts her horse, and dares to beat the master when she dismounts.
If his nonsense reaches Madam's ears, will she still be alive?
Old Song pulled her hand away and spat a few times, "Xiao Cui, I'm not talking nonsense. I'm telling you, I'm not bragging, Old Song. I'm very accurate in seeing people and things, and I will never make a mistake."
"You bumped into me just now, and I almost fell down. What if the master was not very angry at someone else? Look at him..."
Xiaocui felt "grateful" in her heart.
Lao Song seems to be right. I almost knocked down the master. Not only was he not angry, he seemed to care about me. This was completely against the rules of Daxing Dynasty.
Although she is only sixteen years old, she has been a slave since she was a child. Her former master was Zhu Dachang. She clearly remembered that a servant accidentally kicked Madam Zhu's beloved black cat while walking. The leg was broken by Madam, and she was expelled from Zhu's house.
She had several nightmares that night. From that day on, she was careful in everything she did, for fear of making mistakes.
Seeing Xiaocui's thoughtful look, Lao Song thought she had been persuaded by him and couldn't help but feel proud.
As the old saying goes, snakes have their own paths, and rats have their own paths.
As a swineherd, he also needs to have his own way of survival.
Unexpectedly, Xiaocui suddenly knelt down and begged solemnly: "Old Song, please stop talking nonsense about what you just said. I beg you, I will definitely repay you for your kindness in the next life."
Xiao Cui's reaction caught Lao Song off guard. He stared, his Adam's apple twitching for a long time before he agreed vaguely.
"Okay, okay."
Xiao Cuisong sighed, thanked Lao Song, and stood up. The two chatted absentmindedly for a few more words and then said goodbye to each other. Lao Song went back to feed the pigs and Xiaocui went back to do housework.
Kong Fang rushed to the study at a sprint speed of 100 meters, and sure enough, sisters Fang Shiqing and Luo Wenpeng were there.
"Sorry, I'm late, I'm late." He forced a smile and apologized again and again. Fang Shiqing did not reprimand him, but habitually placed his hand on the sword handle at his waist.
Kong Fang's eyelids twitched.
To be honest, he hated Fang Shiqing's action the most.
Luo Wenpeng frowned slightly. He had been getting along with Kong Fang for a few days, but he was still not used to his way of speaking. Late arrival meant late arrival. How could he say he was late?
After all, Kong Yiji was a competent master. Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, he promptly asked Kong Fang to take his seat and then unfolded the battle report for him.
Kong Fang glanced over, and just as he was about to deal with the matter perfunctorily, Kong Yiji stepped lightly on his feet, reminding him not to be careless. Not to mention that there is no room for error in the battle report, even the lady's gaze cannot be underestimated, maybe it can kill someone.
Kong Fang secretly took a deep breath.
The battle report was written in the Daxing Dynasty style, which was similar to the classical Chinese of previous generations. It was obscure, difficult to pronounce, and very difficult to read. The font is traditional Chinese, and there are some characters that it knows but he doesn't.
well! He sighed.
If he wasn't afraid of losing face, and even more afraid of exposing himself as a time traveler, he would really want to go to the county school to study.
No matter what dynasty or generation, being uneducated is the most terrifying thing.
He pretended to read the battle report from beginning to end.
"Okay, very well written."
He drummed his fingers on the table. He knew that the battle report was written by Fang Shiyi, and he had always been fond of his cheap sister-in-law. Of course he had to praise her for such a good opportunity.
"The content of the battle report is pertinent, realistic, the data is detailed and accurate, and the deeds of the soldiers fighting bravely to kill the enemy are clearly described, unbiased, fair and impartial."
"Let's report it accordingly."
He took out the county government seal and solemnly printed it on the battle report. Kong Yiji put away the battle report, handed one to Luo Wenpeng, and personally sent a Yamen servant to submit the other to Tang Bolong of Baoding Prefecture.
Finally finishing something, Kong Fang rubbed his hands happily.
"We have already submitted the battle report, and it is up to them to decide how to reward them. We will determine our rewards first, and when the rewards come down from above, we will award them together."
"I will express my preliminary opinions, and then everyone will discuss it. First, Captain Fang killed the bandit leader Zhu Chongjiu. He made a great contribution. He will be recorded as first-class meritorious and rewarded with a hundred taels of silver."
"Captain Luo and Vice Captain Fang commanded well and killed countless bandits. Each will be rewarded fifty taels of silver."
"The personal soldiers of Captain Luo will each be rewarded with five taels of silver, and the county soldiers will each be rewarded with one tael of silver. Those who have performed meritorious services will be rewarded with an additional five taels."
Although Fang Shiqing was his wife, she fought to the death with Zhu Chongjiu. If she hadn't entangled Zhu Chongjiu and left him unable to resist, he would have had no chance to stab him to death.
This is obvious to all, and if she is given first-class merit and a reward of 500 yuan, no one will accuse her of using her merits for personal gain. As for Fang Shiyi and Luo Wenpeng, they performed well and were worthy of the fifty taels of silver.
As for the soldiers, they were the instructors of the county soldiers. Even if they did not participate in the war, Kong Fang planned to reward them. As for those county soldiers, although none of them are very outstanding.
But for their first battle, they fought to the death with a group of desperadoes whose hands were stained with blood, and no one retreated timidly. For this alone, they should all be rewarded.
Next, there should be applause and compliments to yourself, wise and powerful, clear rewards and punishments, great master Qingtian...
Although he likes to keep a low profile, he never refuses the kindness of others.
However, the opposite happened.
He received no applause or praise. Fang Shiqing was as cold as ever; Luo Wenpeng was thoughtful; Fang Shiyi looked a little embarrassed.
Kong Yiji's performance was the most outstanding, winking and winking, as if there was sand in his eyes. He kicked him unceremoniously and didn't know how to set the pace for his master at the critical moment. Can he still be a master?
"master……"
Kong Yiji whispered in his ear furtively, "We don't have half a tael of silver in our hands. What are you going to give me as a reward? Are you going to give me a free note?"
The vocabulary of "making an idle note" was taught to him by his master himself, but he didn't expect to use it so quickly.
"Who said there is no money? Didn't that old man named Du bring a group of old men to send tens of thousands of taels of silver? Or you told me personally. We will use them as a reward."
His voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it.
Kong Yiji wiped his hands with cold sweat. With his voice like this, it was really impossible to talk. But the other party was the county magistrate, and he had to speak.
"Master, you weren't there at the time, and I didn't dare to make my own decision, so I asked them to send it to Wengcheng in person to reward the soldiers of the three armies."
