Han You came back with wine, but Huang Youwei had already left.
"Where are the people?"
"I say I'm tired and go back home to rest."
Han You, who was holding the wine and was in high spirits and wanted to consult with Da Lao Huang for leave, was disappointed.
Wang Hai smiled naively and only stated the facts without making any comments.
Han You was confused. He just said he wanted to drink two drinks, so why did he leave without saying goodbye.
Huang Youwei is not tired, nor is he tired, but he is always looking for an answer that has been given for a long time. He is always dissatisfied and always disappointed. The longer he lives, the more he realizes that he regrets the answer.
Pao Ze's love, four words, is the most straightforward emotion, but it has countless ways of expression.
It is inseparable from life to death, it is sharing weal and woe, it is protecting life with life, it is also bearing humiliation and heavy burden.
For Wang Hai, for Wang Shan and others, and for the tens of thousands of soldiers in the border army, it was just a matter of life and death.
But for Huang Youwei, it was more complicated, heavier, and lonelier.
Border generals, veterans, deputy commanders, even the commander-in-chief, these people cannot change the border. They can only decide things at the border, things outside the border, but they cannot decide things inside the border.
In addition to blood, there are also tears. At the border, Huang Youwei could save everyone from bleeding, but he could not stop the soldiers from crying. Therefore, he returned to Beijing, even if he married a widow nearly twenty years older than himself, even if it was Be ridiculed for life.
Huang Youwei has no regrets. The more he is scolded and ridiculed, the happier he is.
Because when one day the frontier army comes out of its predicament, and it all has something to do with Huang Youwei, those who ridicule him and scold him will have more admiration for him.
But is this really the case?
No, so Huang Youwei was tired and tired.
Just as Wang Hai said, Mr. Huang, you are an adult, so you should not pester the soldiers about what they think.
How does the soldier think? It's simple and straightforward, just like a kind of love. It doesn't ask for anything in return, just accompany it.
Huang Youwei is the commander-in-chief, the commander-in-chief of the first battalion.
The border has been the place where the most battles have been fought over the past hundred years, and countless loyal people have lost their lives. Those who can survive, even if they are just district captains, are elites in hundreds of battles.
Which of these elites is not a proud and powerful general? It can be said that now Boss Zhou will choose one of the generals of the Beijing camp to go to the border. No matter how high the rank is, the army will not entrust his life to him.
The incompetence of one general exhausted the three armies. If Huang Youwei, who left the frontier army, was just a corps commander and a flag officer, even if he was a school lieutenant, the frontier army would not scold him. But he is a general and the commander-in-chief of a battalion. Commander.
The word "chief general" took time, countless battles, and much blood and sweat to convince the troops and make them willing to obey orders.
The generals at the border are different from Zhe Chongfu in various places, and the military's trust in the generals has reached the point of blindness.
Even when faced with a hundred times more enemies, the general said that no soldier would have a second thought in charging to kill them, because they trusted the general, because they knew that the general would not harm them, because they had already given their lives to the general.
If that's all, there are six battalions in the northern border defense area. The six battalions cooperate with each other, and the troops are often mobilized. Not to mention Huang Youwei's infantry battalion, even the other five battalions, as long as Huang Youwei speaks, each battalion will The troops will obey orders because they have already given their orders to the general.
But in this situation, Huang Youwei left, returned to Beijing, married an old lady and enjoyed the glory and wealth in Beijing.
How could the border troops not scold and Wang Shan and others not be angry?
What they scolded was not Huang Youwei, but themselves. They were angry, not Huang Youwei, but themselves. They scolded themselves for being blind for trusting such a person, and they were angry for being blind for trusting such a person.
What Huang Youwei thought was that he could do more by returning to Beijing to improve the situation for the army.
But the troops are just thinking, we trust you and entrust our lives to you. No matter how hard it is, no matter how tired, or even if you die, General Huang, you are still by our side. We are still your troops, and we are willing to serve for you. You will go through fire and water and never give up. This is our love and we will never betray you.
The feeling of paoze is also an emotion of love. The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.
Han You didn't understand this kind of thing, he had never experienced it.
Wang Hai understood, but he was just complaining about the injustice of the border troops.
Huang Youwei understands, but because he has "ambition", even if he understands, he still has to endure the humiliation and bear the burden.
But as time went by, as he gained a foothold in the capital, and as he became the left minister of the Ministry of War, he began to regret it, and spent many nights tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.
He didn't want to admit that he regretted it after all.
But his pride, his ambition, and everything he fought for, did not allow him to admit that he regretted it.
Huang Youwei left, and Han You didn't like drinking, so good wine was cheaper than Wang Hai.
There was a knock on the door. Han You turned his head and saw Beimen Yuyong and others through the fence.
"The villa is so busy, what are you doing here?"
Han You said something, and the little fat man opened the door, and a group of people poured out.
Before Han You could start asking, a group of people started shouting.
"Not enough manpower, hired workers..."
"There are not enough ingredients for the kitchen, so we need to buy them from Bei City..."
"The house is not enough. Ask Master Ji to build it quickly..."
"The girls are overwhelmed. Some of the patrons can be counted as soon as they are called..."
It’s not enough, it’s not enough, it’s still not enough. A group of people seem to be about to revolt, each one is louder than the other, it’s messy and noisy, Han You’s head hurts.
With a "pop" sound, Wang Hai smashed a copy of "The Book of Songs" on the table, leaving Han You with tea in his face.
Brother Hai roared angrily: "If you tell me one by one, you'll fucking disturb my young master!"
Han You wiped the tea from his face and was startled.
Wang Hai smashed and screamed, and everyone stopped.
Han You took the lead and looked at Beimen Yuyong: "How many more people are needed?"
“The more the merrier.”
Beimen Yuyong looked haggard: "Many helpers are unable to perform their duties, and their feet do not touch the ground when they are busy. They are running around in the villa. The more chaotic it is, the more things are delayed."
"Got it, next one."
Ji Ying smiled bitterly: "Building a house doesn't happen overnight. The materials and people..."
Han You interrupted impatiently: "Next one."
Yuqi complained repeatedly: "Girls..."
Han You: "Next one."
Tang Jing hesitated for a moment and then said: "The bookstore in Jingzhong has been closed for several days. Otherwise, this store..."
Han You: "Next one."
Uncle Qin: "Many young masters watching the theater suggested that the theater troupe sing the story of the Great Sage."
Han You: "Next one."
Zhang Zhuo: "When will dinner be served? My brothers in the palace have empty stomachs tonight..."
"roll!"
"oh."
"Okay, I understand." Han You glanced at everyone and nodded: "Starting at 10 o'clock tomorrow, we will be closed for ten days."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"The internal upgrade will be made public to the public, no, the interior will be repaired, the luxury will be upgraded, the girls will be retrained, and the troupe will be further educated. Let everyone wait and see in ten days. That's it, go about your business."
A group of people started shouting like an uprising again, almost swearing.
There was another "pop", this time it was "Shang Shu", which also made Han You's face full of tea.
"What a bastard!"
Wang Hai yelled loudly: "You yell when you are busy, but you also yell when you are free. What do you mean by calling me motherfucker? You are trying to teach my young master how to do things. Get the hell out of here. Don't bother my young master!"
Uncle Qin, who knew Wang Hai relatively well, was confused.
Is this kid eating a wild donkey's kidney alive? Why is his temper getting worse and worse?
