Earth Fire Mingyi Chapter 6 Cutting Weeds and Exterminating Roots 6
[69 Book Bar - www.] Zheng Zhao's heart sank again. This Chen Dahua is just an insignificant person. Once the evidence is solid, he can be fired or locked up for a while. Even if he is ignored, he may not dare to do it again.
Don't be greedy for such petty things anymore
Cheap. But Nandou still wanted to silence this person. It can only be said that he is bloodthirsty. But Zheng Zhao didn't want to say anything more. It was not worth it to conflict with the big government for such a small person. He nodded and said: "But
Don’t make people panic.”
Nandou smiled: "Secretary of State, don't worry, he died of a sudden illness, no one will doubt it."
When Nandou walked out, there still seemed to be a faint fishy smell in the air. Zheng Zhao sighed slightly and didn't think about it anymore.
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Although he is no longer a soldier, he still has the habit of exercising every day in the army. Zheng Sichu gets up early every day and goes to the yard to practice boxing and kicking. Sometimes he rides Feiyu for a run.
The new year has begun. Although we say that the future belongs to us, when we were in the military, the future was real and there was no need to think about it. But now it makes people feel confused. Do you want to embark on an official career and become an official? As a son of the Secretary of State, this
Of course the road should be fairly flat
Frankly, Zheng Sichu always felt that he was really not suitable for this path. Although his father was the largest official in the Republic, he probably inherited the most blood from his grandfather Duan Hairuo. Although life in the military was much more monotonous,
But he felt more at ease.
However, this road will probably never lead. He smiled bitterly. Although he knew that this road would not lead, he could not let go of the habit of reading military books and practicing guns and horses. It would be good to treat it as a hobby, or go to a military academy to become an instructor?
It's just that military school instructors are also soldiers. He was expelled from the army and will be no longer able to be hired. He can only go to a liberal arts school to teach. However, he thinks that he will have to teach some children all his life to "sword and knife" and so on.
, Zheng Sichu could not imagine it either.
No matter how high or low he is, what will his future be like? But being able to be a colleague with Xiao Shunhua and teaching in a liberal arts school is not unbearable... Just thinking of Xiao Shunhua made him think of Cheng Diwen again.
Cheng Diwen must have had an admiration for Xiao Shunhua. When he met Xiao Shunhua at the memorial hall that day, he probably made an appointment with Xiao Shunhua. Cheng Diwen was very drunk that day, and I don't know what happened to him afterwards. He probably went to apologize with saliva on his face.
Don't think about it. Zheng Sichu felt suddenly upset. He patted Feiyu's neck gently, leaned into the horse's ear and whispered: "Feiyu, can you roll around now?"
Dagun means running fast. Feiyu snorted as if to answer. Zheng Sichu smiled. This beloved horse has a deep understanding of human nature and has followed him into battle. It ran at the front during the surprise attack on the capital of Chu.
, and pulled the army horse behind him for a long time. In order to take care of others, he didn't run at full speed that time. Now that it's okay, he can let it run as fast as it can.
He pinched the horse's belly with his legs and shouted: "Run!" Feiyu didn't even make a gesture and rushed straight out with a single lunge. An ordinary horse always has to trot for a while when galloping, but a horse like Feiyu barely paused.
, run away. At this time, we are outside the city, very remote. There was a gust of wind last night, and the accumulated soil on the road has also disappeared.
After being blown clean, it looked white and flat. His flying feathers turned over his hooves and his palms were shining. He was running wild. The trees around him were receding one by one, and the wind was blowing loudly in his ears. Although the wind was as cold as a knife, there was something in his heart that said no.
It felt so good to be out, as if I had returned to the war-clouded Western Plains, where the elusive enemy was about to launch a general attack.