Zhang San and Cheng Chumo did not enter the camp and stayed outside. Zhang San originally wanted to leave early, but Zhang Xun has not come out after so long. Zhang San was a little worried and planned to ask Zhang Xun later.
If he doesn't want to stay in the military camp before leaving, he can go and beg Cheng Yaojin to let him go back.
Just when Zhang Sanbai was bored, Zhang Xun ran out happily and saw Zhang San and Cheng Chumo sitting on the ground not far away. He quickly approached and saluted and said: "Sir, hello Mr. Cheng!"
"Remember to disinfect these scratches on your face with white wine later to avoid infection and inflammation." Zhang San said with concern when he saw several scars on Zhang Xun's face.
"Thank you for your concern, Sir. It's okay. I'll take care of it when I get back later." Zhang Xun replied.
Seeing Zhang Xun's hesitant look, Zhang San said, "What's wrong? Just say what you want to say. By the way, do you want to stay in the military camp or go back with me?"
Hearing Zhang San's inquiry, Zhang Xun was silent for a moment and replied: "Sir, I want to stay in the military camp, but I feel like I'm betraying you. I..."
"I am who I am. A man can do whatever he wants. If you like to stay in the military camp, stay in the military camp. If you don't like it, just go back to Zhangjiacun. There is no such thing as betrayal."
"Thank you Sir, just now the Emperor and General Cheng asked me to be the chief instructor of the Youjinwu Guards, responsible for the training of the entire Youjinwu Guards." Zhang Xun said happily when he saw that Zhang San did not blame himself.
"It's a good thing, Coach Zhang, do your best from now on! Joining the army is what a man should do, don't be as hopeless as your Lord." Cheng Chumo said to Zhang Xun.
"My Lord is very capable..."
"Okay, virgin, help me take care of Zhang Xun from now on. I said hello to Uncle Cheng and the others and went back first. I'm starving to death. It will be dark soon."
Zhang San came to the door of the camp, shouted loudly, informed his name, walked into the tent, saluted Li Shimin, and said that he wanted to go back first. He felt unwell today and felt dizzy. He wanted to go home before it got dark.
Go to see a doctor.
"You're just mentally ill. If you drink less, you'll be fine. Get out of here. I'll get annoyed when I see you." Li Shimin waved his hand angrily, looking impatient.
Zhang San confessed and ran away.
"This guy just needs to be dealt with. Pharmacist, please find time to talk to that guy again. I feel like there must be more than this in his stomach." Li Shimin shook his head and smiled, and said to Li Jing.
Li Jing felt the same way and was going to find time to discuss it with Zhang San.
Afterwards, several people talked about some things in the military camp before setting off to go back.
After Zhang San came out, he spoke to Cheng Chumo and Zhang Xun, then got on the carriage and asked Zhang Fu to rush to Zhangjiacun. He was afraid that if he walked too slowly, he would be called back to be beaten by Lao Cheng.
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Zhang San stayed at home for two days. At first, he was worried that Li Jing would come to him to "discuss" military law. However, after three days in a row, there was no sign of Li Jing. He thought that he must have been joking at the beginning.
Zhang San was in a good mood, so he asked Zhang Fu to teach him how to ride a horse. It was more convenient to learn to ride a horse in this era.
"Sir, Master Miaoying is here." A servant ran to where Zhang San was riding and said.
"Oh, the real person is here, the wedding date must be confirmed, come on!" Zhang San excitedly rode home.
Zhang Fu rode another horse and followed closely behind him. He was worried all the way and finally reached his home safely.
"Master, I have kept you waiting for a long time." Zhang San walked into the living room and saw Sun Simiao sitting there drinking tea, and said hurriedly as a courtesy.
"Haha, I just came here a while ago, and the housing minister has already confirmed the wedding date with me, and it's set on the tenth day of February next year."
"Ah! Next year!" Zhang Sanyi suddenly had a bitter look on his face when he heard this, thinking that it would take half a year to see him again.
"Yes, it was said over there that Mr. Fangfu was serving in Changzhou and couldn't come back on the eighth day of winter, so he had to settle for the tenth day of February." Sun Simiao stroked his beard and smiled.
Zhang San also knew that brother Fang Yiai seemed to be the magistrate of some county in Changzhou. He should have been trained at the grassroots level. According to the eldest son inheritance system, the title of Fang Yiai would fall to Fang Yizhi in the future.
Sun Simiao and Zhang San talked again, then got up and said goodbye and went back to Xuande Temple, saying that there was something going on in the temple and they would not eat here.
Zhang San sent Sun Simiao to the gate, and then returned to the living room with a sigh, thinking that the wedding was only three or four months away, and he felt depressed.
After dinner, Zhang San had nothing to do. He moved a bamboo chair and lay in the yard to bask in the sun. In a daze, he heard Sister-in-law Li calling him.
"What's wrong, Sister-in-law Li?" Zhang San asked sleepily.
"Sir, Mr. Banfu is here. He is waiting for you in the front hall. He said that his old friends have arrived."
"Oh, it's here so soon. I'll go take a look." Zhang Sanyi immediately became energetic after hearing this. He didn't expect these people to move so fast and hurriedly came to the front hall.
"Hello, Sir! My friends arrived in Zhangjiacun today and wanted to meet you as soon as possible, so I came uninvited and apologized."
"It's okay, where are they?"
"They are waiting for my reply in the school. They are too embarrassed to come without your instructions."
"Then there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're a guest. When you leave, I'll accompany you to the school."
When these people arrive, Zhang San's literacy class can start. By then, not only will the people of Zhangjiacun be taught to be great Confucians, but they will at least be able to read and write.
Ban Zizi was very happy to see Zhang San going to meet them in person, which showed that Zhang San did not underestimate his friends, and Ban Zizi was very confident in the knowledge of his friends.
Since the school was built, Zhang Sanman has come here twice, and today is the third time he has come here.
As soon as he arrived at the school gate, he heard the children reciting the "Three Character Classic", which made Zhang San very happy. These children will be the reserve army of Zhangjiacun Commune in the future. If they are well trained, Zhangjiacun Commune will have no worries for at least three generations.
"When I left, I let the children study on their own, so that the children's study time was not wasted." Ban Zizai saw Zhang San stopping at the school gate and explained quickly.
"The class teacher is joking. You are the teacher here. You have the final say on teaching and other matters. I just felt a little emotional when I heard the children reciting. You don't need to be nervous." Zhang San said with a smile.
"Haha, I was too worried and made the lord laugh."
The two of them came to the staff lounge at the back of the school. Zhang San saw eleven or twelve people standing or sitting inside, and thought to himself: Ban Zizai really wasn't bragging, he really has a lot of friends.
These people were dressed in shabby blue shirts, some of which were patched and patched. They looked very miserable. No wonder they came all the way here.
Zhang San straightened his clothes to show respect, opened the door and went in and said to everyone: "My uncle Zhang San of Wannian County welcomes you all to Zhangjiacun."
When everyone saw Zhang San claiming to be Wannian County Count, and seeing Ban Zizai following Zhang San, they quickly stood up, straightened their clothes, and said in return: "County Count Zhang is polite, we have taken the liberty of coming here, please forgive me."
Zhang San smiled and walked to the main seat indoors and sat down, letting everyone sit as they pleased without being rigid.
When everyone saw that County Uncle Zhang was indeed as young as Ban Zizai said in his heart, they were amazed. It was rare in ancient times for him to be honored as the founding county uncle at such an age.
Of course, this is excluding those who inherited the title. Zhang San reached this position by relying on his own ability.