Song Wen quickly rushed to the Taoshan County Yamen and changed into the inspector's uniform that he had barely worn.
The uniform of a county inspector is neither civilized nor military, and the soap-colored round collar looks uncomfortable. Song Wen has always hated this dress. This is the second time he has worn this thing.
Master Huang came over to congratulate him with emotion, and then made a witness and watched as the two messengers handed Song Wen the official certificate and seal. There was also a set of cyan official uniforms, a sword, and thick-soled official boots and leather belts.
There is also a strange set of armor.
Marquis Yu of the Ministry of War raised his hands and said: "I know that Song Qian's governor knows that before taking up his post, the military envoy of a state had to go to the third yamen of the Ministry of War to see the superior officer. He was awarded the military talisman and seal, received official clothes and utensils, and had eight personal servants...
But now, the imperial military department and the three yamen are in a mess. The third division and the cabinet elders have said that there are still military envoys outside the northern border in the capital or Xiang Junxun promoted... Everything is simple, just
You just need to go to Sanya Dianmao to listen to Shangguan’s teachings!”
Song Wen cupped his hands and thanked him, and then An Chun, who was beside him, stuffed the two ingots of silver into the sleeves of the two couriers. The couriers followed An Chun outside to have fun and drink, while Song Wen was invited to the backyard of the county government to meet with Master Huang.
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Master Huang was not a pretentious person. He even summoned his son to pay tribute to Song Wen. The young man looked up and saw that this uncle Song was not much older than him. He was envious but also a little unconvinced.
You are young, and you don’t have many distinguished officials and ancestors to take care of your family... You actually used your own strength to win the position of military commander of a state! It’s not easy...
Master Huang chatted with Song Wen for a long time, talking about his joy at being a scholar in Germany as a young boy, his anxiety and depression after failing to win the imperial examination several times, and finally being selected as a junior scholar at the age of thirty-five.
Ranking... In this life, I feel like I have cleared the clouds and seen the light of day... But in the end, it is still a long road ahead!
Master Huang was drunk, not only from the liquor, but also from the young man's energetic features... He was so drunk that he forgot about his desire to win over and show his good will, and that he wanted to infiltrate the Gaoqiu Mansion.
The meaning of the door is that you are so drunk that you forget how you got drunk...
The young master of Mr. Huang's family came out to see him off for his father. Song Wen took it indifferently and walked out of the back door of the government office. Mr. Huang bowed and saluted... "Song Qianha, go slowly!"
Song Wen looked back at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy and said with a smile: "Thank you so much, Xiaoya Nei, for sending me off. I'm going to say goodbye!"
Two guards led the horse over, and Song Wen handed the baggage containing official uniforms and certificates to the guards, then got on the horse and left quickly. Only an envious young man was left, imagining that one day he would be a Jinshi and become a glorious ancestor.
Will it be so majestic?
On the third day after Song Wen came back, Li Yan went out hunting on horseback in a depressed mood... Chun Niang stood at the door of the yard and looked at the old guy's stubborn back. She sighed and turned back to nurse the child... Women are not so good at men's things.
Talkative.
Each of the more than 500 war horses stood with a knight, including familiar faces from Song Wen, and even more energetic newcomers who looked at Song Man with excitement.
As usual, Song Wen explained to these cavalrymen in approachable words, which made all the cavalrymen tremble with excitement and high spirits.
More than a dozen jars of strong liquor were placed at the entrance of Qingshan Village. Each team of ten or twenty cavalrymen changed into civilian clothes and pretended to be Jianghu travelers or bodyguards. They left the military village one after another. When they came to the door...Song Wen raised the wine.
Wan and a group of cavalry soldiers drank together!
Bang... The earthenware wine bowl smashed to the ground. Song Wen wiped his mouth and said, "Have a good time... Here you go, may you be safe all year round! I'm in Dengzhou Mizhou... waiting for you to come back and make great achievements with me!"
"Die for your husband! Righteousness comes first, and you will do justice for Heaven!"
Bang bang bang... All the cavalrymen knelt down on one knee to salute Song Wen, then got up and roared away!
Groups of cavalrymen came over with red eyes. Song Wen raised his wine bowl and paid sincere respect to each other every time... He still refused to put down his wine bowl until his eyes were dizzy and swaying.
The ground next to the Eight Immortals table was filled with broken pieces of wine bowls. Before he knew it, Song Wen's face was filled with tears... These were the sons and daughters he had rescued, and they were all helpless.
Orphan!
These people are all Song Wen's treasures, and Song Wen has countless imaginations and arrangements for them... Become merchants, be scholars! Be farmers, artists, sailors... In short, the last thing Song Wen wants them to do is to mount a horse.
Dao fought with the barbarians and bandits for survival...
But what can be done? The Song Dynasty is about to go to war with the Liao Dynasty... The extremely vicious and greedy Jurchens are about to see the wealth, corruption and incompetence of the Song Dynasty!
An army of nearly 500,000 people cannot defeat the city of Yanjing, which is besieged by a lonely army... It cannot defeat the fortified city of Xiongguan, where the defeated generals are suffering...
Jingkang... Jingkang! These two words are like a shackle on Song Wen's neck, reminding him all the time that if he is not prepared, if he does not have the real strength to protect himself... then everything he has right now
They are all mirror images.
There were still more than 20 groups of cavalry who had not passed the village gate. Song Wen picked up a bowl of wine and was already shaking. An Chun and Li Erlang knelt down on one knee, supported Song Wen and said... "Brother, you can't drink any more! Too much
It’s hurting your body…”
All the remaining soldiers came over and tried to persuade them by wiping their eyes... "Lang Jun, you can't drink anymore! You can't drink anymore..."
Song Wen smiled and held up a bowl of wine unsteadily... "I feel bad for you to leave! But... we don't need to temper ourselves with swords, guns and enemies, we will always be just frogs in a well trapped in one place! Get out... get out
See what the strengths of the barbarians in the north are? See what they are most afraid of... There is going to be a war soon, a bloody war sweeping the world! People will die, many, many people will die, the court... the bullshit court is simply unreliable! We only have
First train yourself to be a strong army...strengthen yourself like a snowball, then you can survive! Live well...save a few more relatives and friends, save a few more innocent people! The world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs! I
We don't rely on the court! We don't rely on God... We don't rely on those high-ranking officials who are full of benevolence, justice and morality! We only rely on ourselves!"
All the soldiers grabbed a bowl of wine, knelt down in front of Song Wen and raised their bowls with tears in their eyes...
Song Wen threw An Chun's arm away, staggered a few steps forward and shouted: "Righteousness comes first, and we must do justice for heaven! Qingshan Camp... Wan Sheng!"
"Wonderful victory! Ten thousand victory! Ten thousand victory!"
More than two hundred wine bowls were smashed to the ground. More than two hundred cavalrymen in different attires, but all of them turned on their horses in high spirits, and then walked out of the village gate one by one... Everyone finally took a look at their shelter over the years. These orphans were the most precious.
Home! Then he wiped away his tears, turned around, galloped out, and disappeared into the distance on the official road...
Song Wen could no longer hold on and fell into An Chun's arms.
Before falling asleep, Song Wen asked confusedly... "Where's Erlang? Where's Li Erlang? Let him come over... These brothers are my heart and soul! Don't let them be lost in vain, pay attention to injuries and accidents... medicines... golden sores
Medicine... is not allowed..."
An Chun wiped his tears and whispered: "Brother, take a rest! You haven't slept well for several days... Li Erlang has left. He didn't dare to talk to his brother... he left crying!"