After finishing Zhou Laoer's matter, before Han You could leave the camp, a villager ran over and delivered a secret letter, which was sent by Beimen Yuyong.
After Han You opened it, there was some information on it.
After reading it, Han You tore it into pieces and threw it away.
Originally, Han You planned to go to the Ministry of Industry today to discuss road construction with Lao Zhou, but currently there was a more important matter related to his reputation.
Leaning next to the commanding platform, Han You thought for a moment, and happened to see thirty-three soldiers lined up, preparing to be led by a few old soldiers to the north of the city to move bricks.
Han You shouted: "Well, old..."
Wang Hai reminded in a low voice: "Liu."
"Oh, Lao Liu, let them put on their armor, carry their swords, and follow me to the capital."
"Carrying a sword?" Jiang Zhui's expression changed slightly: "What kind of sword are you wearing?"
"Carrot Knife, what kind of knife are you talking about? Yi Knife."
Jiang Zhui was excited: "Kill someone?"
Han You was too lazy to pay attention to him, Liu Jingchun issued a military order, and a group of miscellaneous soldiers happily went to change their clothes.
Since entering the camp, they have not entered the city and have never actually worn a "sword".
Han You suddenly noticed a figure in the camp in the distance, squatting there with his fingers wrapped, looking pitiful.
"What happened to that boy?"
Han You asked, and Jiang Zhui, who always went in and out of Yidao Camp to make his presence felt, explained: "Didn't that guy contradict you at the Changyuan Mine before? When he came back, Lieutenant Fu asked him to stay only in the camp, and repair it in the north of the city. I won't even let him go to the house, because I'm afraid you'll be bored after seeing him."
"Pity."
Han You said without starting or ending.
He still remembered that his father came to the villa to play football a few days ago. There were hundreds of people present, but Feng Bai was the only one who knew how to cause trouble. He moved the goal and ran to let his father score. He was shameless and had brains. He was quite talented. Unfortunately, after The flattery was not done well, so Lao Han penetrated her with a huge kick, and she lay on the bed for four whole days.
Seeing the soldiers getting dressed and starting to assemble, Han You finally relented and whistled. Feng Bai, who had been paying attention to him in the corner, had an ecstatic look on his face, and Sayazi ran over.
"Commander, commander, here comes the humble duty."
Feng Bai rushed towards me like a strong wind: "The humble duty is here."
Han You looked at Feng Bai, whose face was full of nervousness, and asked in confusion: "Why do you claim to be in a humble position?"
"Master Xiang promoted the younger one to the rank of corps commander."
Han You couldn't laugh or cry.
The corps commander is not an official, nor can he claim to be a subordinate, but he is still considered a steward in the grassroots military camp. He is responsible for at least six people in different military camps and at most twelve.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Han You found that the greenness on this boy's face had completely faded away, and his face was filled with a flattering and humble smile.
"I ask you, why did you fight with His Highness the King of Chu last night? Don't tell me that you heard him scold me. If you dare to say that, I guarantee that you will never stay in Yidao Camp for three years, even for thirty years. They’re all little flags.”
Feng Bai lowered his head: "But I was angry because I heard him insulting the commander, so I took action."
A look of disappointment flashed across Han You's face.
Feng Bai suddenly raised his head again and said loudly: "Everyone who is evil will be investigated, and everyone who is good will be investigated."
"oh."
Han You crossed his arms and said, "Continue talking."
"Before, in Changyuan, I was in a humble position and had no experience in the world. I only knew how to talk nonsense, but I didn't know how many good things the commander had done."
Seeing that Han You gave him a chance to speak, Feng Bai stood up straight and said loudly: "The farmers all say that the commander is good, the old soldiers all say that the commander is good, and the au pair workers also heard that the people of Changyuan The people in the capital are grateful to you and say hello to you. If everyone says yes, then the commander must be good, and the humble official who says you are not good is naturally wrong. He is humble and knows his fault."
Having said this, Feng Bai lowered his head again: "Last night in the camp, when I saw the prince, I became angry from shame."
"Infuriated?"
"When I saw him, I felt like I saw myself back in Changyuan. I thought I was blaming you. I don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. The more I looked at him and listened to what he said, the more I felt ashamed. Finally, …and finally took action.”
"I see."
Han You smiled: "Then tell me what you learned in Yida Camp."
"Learn...learned..."
Feng Bai turned around and looked at the old soldiers standing in front of the queue in the distance. He hesitated: "There has been no war in Xiguan for a long time, and no one has mentioned the war. But in Beiguan and Nanguan, there are constant wars. Learned... learned..."
Han You was extremely patient: "Say whatever comes to mind."
"Yes, I learned from the old soldier Chen Jinlai at the humble post. He served in the army for twenty-six years and buried thirty-one paoze with his own hands. I learned from the humble post at the school captain Wu Niu. His original surname was Zhang Mingbo. His life was saved by Wu Niu, the Nanguan flag officer. After Wu Niu died in the battle, the lonely Zhang Bo changed his name to Wu Niu and took care of Wu Niu's wife and children. He took a humble job and became the school captain Liu Cheng..."
"knew."
Han You interrupted: "You are lucky to have not experienced what they experienced. When you sons of aristocratic families leave the military camp one day, you must tell the world what you have learned and let the world know about these Qiu Ba, these big characters who cannot read There are baskets of warriors, these rough men with sword tips licking blood, what they have sacrificed and what they have lost for their country, the people, and the country."
Feng Bai knelt down on one knee: "Remember this humble duty."
"Return to the team and follow them to Beijing."
Feng Bai asked cautiously: "Then...that humble post, can I appear within ten feet of you in the future?"
"Okay." Han You laughed dumbly: "You go to the stables to get the horses, go directly to the capital, go to Jinxiuzhuang in Nanshi, seal off the area, and no one is allowed to enter or exit. Take His Highness the Second Prince who is eating in the tent with you. I will follow arrive."
"yes!"
Feng Bai, who finally came out of the cold palace, beamed with joy and wanted to roar a few times.
Just as Han You was about to leave, he suddenly heard a violent roar deep in the camp.
"Idiot, you idiot, you are so angry... you are so angry with me!"
Han You and the others looked over and saw a young man wearing a Confucian robe walking out of a wooden house. They were trembling with anger.
Han You looked at it intently and was confused: "Xiao Tang?"
The person who came out was Tang Jing, who could be said to be Han You's first younger brother. However, as Han You's status continued to rise, Tang Jing became less and less important. He only helped Han You take care of things in Beijing. "Publication" business.
As soon as Tang Jing walked out of the hut, a heavy-backed man ran out.
"Isn't that great wisdom? Why is great wisdom..."
Han You slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, Ma Laoer wants him to get a degree. Is this... Tang Jing's one-on-one tutoring?"
Wang Hai explained with a smile: "Beimen Yuyong taught for a few days, and he was so angry that he called Tang Jing back to the villa to teach Ma Fenghou."
"Let's make trouble." Han You said anxiously: "Who is Ma Fenghou? I'm not afraid that Tang Jing will eat him alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Fenghou, who was half a head taller than Tang Jing, stood there and stretched out his hand. Tang Jing took out the ruler from his sleeve and slapped it.
