The dynasty's guards were divided into inner guards and outer guards. The main responsibilities of the outer guards were to defend against external invasions, maintain social security in the jurisdiction, quell rebellions, and gather conquests. The management organization of the outer guards was called the Dushi Office, which was under the jurisdiction of the Five Army Governor's Office (i.e., the front, back, left and right, middle) and directly under the Ministry of War. The inner guards were different. The inner guards were divided into the Beijing camp and the personal guards, which were mainly responsible for the garrison of the capital, the guards of the imperial palace, and the emperor's guards. The famous Jinyiwei belonged to the inner guards.

Yes, the Jinyiwei, which was awe-inspiring world in the Ming Dynasty and made all officials tremble, was actually a military household. However, although everyone was a military household, the Jinyiwei belonged to the emperor's personal army and did not have to farm or pay food. It was one heaven and one earth with those ordinary military households who went to the ground to farm by themselves. There was no comparison between the two.

In addition, Yang Feng also found that it was better to rely on the center of Qianhukou. The more people were far away from Qianhukou Street, the more ragged people were on the roadside. Yang Feng saw many skinny people wearing tattered clothes leaning listlessly in the corner of the wall. The numbness was simply surprising. If it weren't for many people wearing tattered Ming military uniforms, the Hornets would have thought they had arrived at the Beggars' Sect. There were not only one or two such people, but most, all of them were all covered in the entire Qianhukou. There were also some women and children walking on the street, and they were all unclothed. In addition, the low and dilapidated houses next to them, this was not the Qianhukou, it was clearly a beggar's nest.

"This is my future territory?"

Yang Feng couldn't believe everything he saw. In the past, he saw in history books that the ward system collapsed and the tragic experience of military households was worse than death. He was still a little suspicious, but now it seems that the experience of military households in reality is even worse than that in history books.

Such an army would probably not even be able to walk on the road, let alone wars. No wonder the military household system was gradually replaced by the recruiting system in the late Ming Dynasty.

Seeing this, Yang Feng turned his head and asked, "Part 1, Geng Qianhu, how many people are there in our Qianhu Office's military household? If I were to be the actual number of people, not the names of the people on the roster, how many people can fight?"

Geng’s deputy Qianhu hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, “Sir, our Jiangdongmen Qianhu Office should have 1,120 soldiers according to the system, but now there are less than 800 people. Half of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled people are removed, only more than 400 young and strong, and less than 60 people can beat them. These people are still servants of all colleagues.”

"What?"

Hearing this, Yang Feng shook his body and almost couldn't stand steadily. A thousand households with a quota of more than 1,000 people could beat less than 60 people. Is it necessary for such a garrison to exist?

Seeing Yang Feng's blue face, Geng's deputy Qianhu also comforted: "You don't have to worry. Nowadays, the garrisons in the Ming Dynasty are the same. Our Jiangdongmen Qianhu Office is still good. I heard that some Qianhu Offices have all escaped, and only one person is left."

"Only one person is left?"

Yang Feng no longer knew whether to cry or laugh. No wonder the Qing Tartars would go south to plunder again and again. If such a weak Ming Manchu Tartars didn't come to plunder, they would probably feel embarrassed.

"I'm back, I won't watch it!"

Yang Feng, who was more upset, walked back with his hands behind his back. Seeing that his new boss had a temper, everyone glanced at him and had to follow him. Some officers showed dissatisfaction. A young man of 18 or 19 with a slightly pale face said indignantly: "What awesome, just a guy who has been linked to the top. After coming to our Qianhu Office, he still doesn't know how to exploit us."

"Shut up!"

Vice Qianhu Geng turned his head and glared at the young man, lowered his voice and said, "Chu Maoguang, are you still alive? Don't forget how long you have inherited your family? It has caused unhappiness to the Lord Qianhu. Do you believe it or not, he transferred you out of Qianhu and let you Rongbian, so that you will never come back in your lifetime!"

After hearing what Geng’s deputy Qianhu said, the young man named Chu Maoguang shrank his head and said nothing. Although the life of Qianhu was already very difficult, it was much better than the garrison in Jiubian. If he was ruined by this new Qianhu, he might be able to get himself to Jiubian. In this way, the widow had no hope of his son.

Yang Feng, who was in a heavy mood, led by Geng Deputy Qianhu to Qianhu's house in the center of Qianhu's office. This house is an ordinary courtyard house, but it looks deserted because it has been uninhabited for a long time. Now there are more than a dozen servants busy, and there is a large table in the main room full of wine and food.

Yang Feng looked at it and found that the dishes were still very rich. On the huge table were a large plate of roast pork, big fat chicken, roast goose and duck, roasted mutton, steamed willow fried fish, large and small pork intestines, oil-covered waist and other meat dishes. In addition, some seasonal vegetables, wine pots and glasses were placed, a large table was filled with a large bucket of rice next to the table. There were three other tables next to the big table, but the dishes on these three tables were not that rich, but it was already very good for people of this era.

Although Yang Feng from later generations was only a working class, his material life in later generations was far from comparable to people of this era. He had been tired of eating big fish and meat, and he paid attention to the reasonable nutrition of meat and vegetables. Therefore, although Yang Feng was a little surprised to see these wines and dishes, he didn't feel anything. However, he noticed that many people on the side could not help but squirm. Obviously, even these people didn't eat the table of food in front of him.

"Sir Qianhu, please sit down!" Geng Deputy Qianhu stretched out his right hand and made a call to Yang Feng and said seriously.

The officialdom is a strict hierarchy. Yang Feng knew that it was not the time to be humble, so he happily stepped forward and sat on the main seat. Then there were Deputy Qianhu, Geng, Guanfu, official, and a group of Baihu, etc. Due to the large number of people and the style of Baihu, the people of Zhongqi could only sit on the other three tables, slowly filling a huge house.

After everyone sat down, Geng Qianhu took the lead and picked up the wine glass and looked at Yang Feng: "Mr. Yang, our Jiangdongmen Qianhu Office has not had Qianhu Office for several months. Now you are here to take charge of the overall situation. It is really an honor for our Qianhu Office. I am humble to have a glass of yours!"

After saying that, Geng Deputy Qianhu picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Okay... Geng's wife Qianhou has a good drinker!" Everyone on the side applauded.

Yang Feng naturally would not be vague about this glass of wine. He also picked up the wine glass and drank it. However, after drinking the wine, a bitter, astringent and spicy taste surged into his throat, almost letting him spit it out.
Chapter completed!