All the guards looked at each other in silence, not knowing what Dakui meant.
Dakui did not care about the others, pointed to the official uniforms and seals on the table and said: "I would like to trouble you to send the official uniforms and seals to the Ministry of Personnel tomorrow." He thought about it for a moment, and then said: "My saddle, armor and weapons , you can just leave it to the madam,"
A guard surnamed Niu couldn't help but asked: "Sir, when will Madam arrive in the capital, and how will we find her?"
Da Kui chuckled and said, "I forgot, I have a mansion in the capital. You guys can move there right away." After saying that, he pointed out the location of the mansion. The guards took orders and took Da Kui's luggage and weapons to Da Kui. Farewell.
Before leaving, Da Kui took out the money bag from his arms and kept only one hundred taels of silver notes on him. He sealed the rest and gave it to the guard surnamed Niu, saying: "Give these money to Madam," and the guard surnamed Niu took them. After taking the money bag, everyone left the post house.
At this moment, Dakui was alone, but he felt at ease. After having a full meal, he went to bed early. He had to get up early tomorrow, and it was not yet known whether the road going down would be bumpy or smooth.
Early the next morning, Da Kui was ready to rush to the military camp in the south of the city. The soldiers came to wait in front of the post house early. The soldier Niu Bao even hired a big car to park in front of the post house. There was still a long way from the city to the south camp. It's a long way to go, so it's convenient to hire an ox cart. Da Kui wanted to go alone, but the soldiers insisted on sending him away. Now that Da Kui is the cook captain in the army, naturally there will be no more soldiers. Everyone knows clearly that when the time comes, When Da Kui's family members arrive, they will return to serve in the army.
People are destined to meet each other in life, but separation is the most painful.
Looking at everyone, Dakui smiled and said: "If you have Niu Bao, you can send it to me alone. You go back home and wait until you meet the others before you decide whether to stay or go."
All the soldiers looked at each other and said nothing. Niu Bao laughed and said: "Okay, Mr. Zhang is going to join the army just with us. If he joins the other brothers within three days, I can't tell you." When we can meet Master Zhang again in the army," Niu Bao said, he jumped onto the bullock cart, turned around and said with a smile, "By then, we might still be with Master Zhang."
Dakui then followed him and got on the cart, but he corrected him: "I am no longer an adult. Don't call me that again in the future. Let's go." After Dakui finished speaking, Niu Bao agreed and slapped the cow on the buttocks with his whip. With one stroke, the cow was in pain and ran forward quickly. Dakui sat on the cart and waved to the soldiers, who responded in succession. It was not until the cart gradually moved away that no one could see the trace, and then everyone went back.
The military camp in the south of the city is not big. In fact, most of the troops and horses of the capital are stationed in the Shishidu area in the north of the city. Another battalion is set up in the south of the city for the convenience of logistics and recruitment. Busy traffic and people can be seen everywhere in the camp. Here it is said that The military camp might as well be said to be a market, with people cheering and horses neighing, making it very lively.
The oxcart arrived at the gate of the military camp, but it was almost midnight. He had an appointment to arrive at the Mao time, so naturally Dakui couldn't delay. Dakui understood the rules in the army. Military regulations are like a mountain of orders and prohibitions. If he was late on the first day, it would be unjustifiable.
Dakui jumped off the bullock cart, looked for a soldier at random, and asked: "Brother, where is the place to recruit soldiers?"
The soldier looked Da Kui up and down and asked with a smile: "You look like a wealthy gentleman at first glance. You are not enjoying yourself at home, but you come here to suffer and eat the royal food." Da Kui was stunned when he heard this, and looked down at the blue satin he was wearing. The robe, just taking it off and pawning it would be worth several taels of silver.
"Haha, brother, you are joking. I am just a cook, but not a nobleman." Dakui looked kind. The soldier smiled, turned around, pointed to the east of the camp and said: "Go straight east along this road, and you will arrive when you see the old locust tree. ,"
"Thank you very much," Da Kui thanked the soldier, then turned around and came to the ox cart and said to Niu Bao: "Brother Niu Bao, please go back. No one is allowed to come in and out of the camp. I will go in alone."
Niu Bao nodded and said, "Sir, please take care. Niu Bao has gone back." As he was about to drive away, Dakui called out, "Don't tell my wife that I am in the army."
Niu Bao agreed, turned the cart around and drove along the way he came. Sitting in the cart, Niu Bao said loudly, "Don't worry, sir. If we gather together later, I will go to the army to look for you."
Dakui smiled, saying that it is hard to leave one's homeland and the love between brothers is deep. At this moment, Dakui's eyes felt sour and his heart was full of mixed feelings. However, he was reporting to the army, so how could he be more affectionate than his children?
Da Kuiju stepped into the military camp and walked eastward along the road. There were many camps on both sides of the road, and occasionally there were grain and grass hoards piled on the roadside. Patrol soldiers passed by in a file, and carriages and horses carrying grain and grass were constantly coming and going. This scene was like this Dakui seems to have returned to the time when he joined the army.
There was a long queue under the big locust tree. Everyone was dressed as ordinary people. They were all in ragged clothes and had yellow faces and skinny muscles. It was obvious that they had no way to survive, so they came to join the army and fought for years. The people suffered greatly. Even though they are now in the world It's initially decided, but that's what happens with national affairs.
When the Yuan Dynasty was in power, a scholar named Zhang Yanghao wrote a poem in his hometown of Jeju in Dakui. The poem said: The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like anger, the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside, looking at the Western Capital, hesitant and sad. Qin and Han Dynasties Wherever I go, thousands of palaces and palaces have been built with earth. When they prosper, the people suffer; when they die, the people suffer. This poem really hits the point. When Da Kui saw the people in such distress, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
I stood at the back of the queue and slowly moved forward. It took more than half an hour before it was Dakui's turn.
A table was set up under the big locust tree. A frail old soldier sat behind the table and muttered while recording. The reason why he was said to be frail was because he was thin but could write. In this day and age, ordinary people could There are not many people who write.
"What's your name?" Laojun asked without raising his head.
Dakui responded: "Zhang Dakui, yesterday I made a copy of the military records for you, and I'm here to report."
When the old army heard this, he raised his head and glanced at Dakui, and then asked: "What military position did you register yesterday?"
Dakui replied: "Captain Huotou Military Colonel," Dakui not only stretched out his hand to touch his body, but his robes did not look like he was born in poverty, so his decision to join the army naturally attracted a lot of strange looks.
"Wait a moment, I'll look for it," said Lao Jun, rummaging through a large pile of account books at hand, and picked one out of the large pile of account books. Dakui saw the cover of the account book. It was written in five small regular characters of the "Arms Roster". Since it had just been added to the roster yesterday, the old army immediately found Dakui's name.
"Conscripting Army, Tanghe Department, Colonel, Head of Reserve Battalion," the old army muttered, and then rummaged through the account books.
When Dakui heard Tang He's name, he couldn't help asking: "Brother, where is the Zhenglu Army?"
The old army was still engrossed in looking through the account books. Da Kui asked twice before the old army replied: "Under the command of Marshal Xu Da, the right prime minister of Zhongshu Province, now in Shandong and Shanxi." Finally he found the account book he was looking for. Jun looked through it, then found a piece of yellow paper, picked up a pen and wrote a line of words on the yellow paper.
"Take it and go to the camp over there to collect military supplies, and then follow the instructions to take office." The old army handed the yellow paper to Da Kui. Da Kui finally looked at it and it read: Zhang Da Kui, Zheng Da Kui. There is a captain in charge of the army. This yellow paper is the kind of yellow paper burned by dead people. Because of its low cost, it is the first choice for paper used in the army.
Da Kui took the yellow paper and found the tent that the old army mentioned. In front of the tent door was a strong man sleeping soundly on a chair. Perhaps the strong man didn't sleep well last night, but he was sleeping very soundly now.
In his early years, Dakui would never see such a derelict soldier in the army. When he walked to the camp, he immediately shouted: "How courageous!" This voice was so loud that the strong man who was sleeping soundly stood up smartly. , rubbed his eyes and looked at Dakui again. He was dressed in extraordinary clothes. He couldn't be the general who came to inspect the post incognito.
The strong man did not dare to neglect, he quickly adjusted his clothes and hat, and stood bowed by the door of the tent. He was as quiet as ice and did not dare to say a word.
Dakui was unreasonable and asked in a cold voice: "What is your name and what position you hold? Tell me one by one."
How could a strong man dare to tell the truth? He immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowed like pounding garlic and begged: "Sir, spare my life, I know I was wrong." Ordinarily, dereliction of duty in the army is not a trivial matter, but when encountering a cold-faced officer, A slap in the face is considered a minor thing, but if it's more serious, it can cause your head to fall off.
At this moment, Dakui had a murderous look on his face. The strong man just kowtowed and begged for mercy. He looked very frightened.
Dakui said angrily: "How dare you openly sleep soundly when you are on duty?" Dakui paused and said angrily: "Find your officers and me."
The strong man couldn't help being shocked when he heard this. As the head of the Munitions Department, he was already a popular figure in this military camp. The person who came here actually wanted to see his officer without asking any questions. The officer in charge was Yuanwailang, it is possible that the person who came is Zhu Zhen, the minister of the Ministry of War.
At that moment, the munitions chief begged hard: "Sir, I have an old mother and a wife and children. I hope you will spare my life. I will never dare to do it again." The munitions chief was crying as he spoke. When soldiers coming and going saw something happening here, they all looked sideways, but no one stopped to watch the fun.
The dignified commander of military quarters would kneel on the ground and beg for mercy. Isn't that man in fine uniform a great official? Who would dare to neglect his duties and stop to watch the excitement?
Dakui sighed and said, "You can improve a lot if you admit your mistakes. Get up, I won't embarrass you." Upon hearing this, the quartermaster who was kneeling at his feet quickly raised his head and kept saying thanks: "Thank you, sir, for not killing me. Thank you for not killing me, sir."
"Get up and do your errands," Dakui said, handing the yellow paper in his hand to the munitions manager. You said that you were holding an eight-foot-tall man in such good shape, but you actually cried with snot and tears. At this moment, the munitions manager turned his back to use it. He wiped his face with his sleeves, then turned around and took the yellow paper respectfully.
"What the adults have told me, I will definitely handle it, I will definitely handle it," the quartermaster hunched over and smiled as he looked at the writing on the yellow paper. Perhaps he was afraid that he would be blinded by crying just now, so the commander rubbed his eyes vigorously. Looking carefully at what was written on the paper, my face turned green with anger...,