When Zhao Mingcheng saw his father and brother's reaction, he seemed to be a weakling.
Zhao Mingcheng held a sword handed down from the Tang Dynasty in his hand, tied his trousers tightly and walked out the door.
After staying in the military camp for three months, you can receive a generous fortune when you return home.
This is how the novel is written.
Zhao Mingcheng is very grateful to his father for setting this small goal for him.
What Zhao Mingcheng didn't know was that as soon as he left the house, his own yard was sealed off. Less than half an hour after he left the house, the Zhao Mansion announced that Zhao Mingcheng had a strange disease and was recovering at home.
At this time, Zhao Mingcheng did not understand the hierarchical ethics of feudal society deeply enough.
Because he was going to join the army to prove to his father that he was the material, rather than becoming a young master in the army, Zhao Mingcheng did not bring any servants.
He came to the street alone. There was a lot of people outside, and walking there was like walking in a painting.
It seems that someone wrote a poem about the flow of pills in Fei Pavilion, and there is no place below. This is the scene.
"The ancient city was so beautiful."
Zhao Mingcheng stood on the high bridgehead and looked into the distance. There was a taller and larger arch bridge in front of him. There were four- and five-story high-rise buildings everywhere. The windows and doors were wide open, and the roads were paved with bluestone slabs.
The pavilions are mainly red and yellow, but they have faded slightly due to being exposed to the sun for a long time. However, because of this, the pavilions complement the blue sky above and the avenue under the feet.
Zhao Mingcheng felt a kind of peaceful beauty.
When the morning sun climbs up from the east, it coats the pavilion with a layer of gold powder.
Zhao Mingcheng looked down and saw that the river was actually crystal clear. There were four or five big goldfish swimming around in the river, surrounded by groups of small black fish. The long green grass in the water swayed with the current, and the shells also swayed.
Scattered on the stones with green hair.
Zhao Mingcheng suddenly remembered some ancient poems, which seemed to be called "The fish in the pond can have a hundred heads..."
"It seems that the environment cultivates poets."
Zhao Mingcheng looked at this scene and walked slower.
"Selling steamed buns!"
“Hot meat buns!”
As soon as Zhao Mingcheng came to the street, he heard someone shouting in the market.
The hot aroma came to him, and Zhao Mingcheng immediately felt hungry. He bought four dog meat buns with money and ate them in his stomach. He felt that he was full of energy and had nowhere to vent.
Staying at home these days, my bones are falling apart.
Following the instructions of his second brother Zhao Sicheng, he accidentally bypassed the main city and followed the path to the Ministry of War.
What surprised Zhao Mingcheng was that the building of the Ministry of War office was similar to that of an ordinary house, and the lintels were not as high as his own house.
In broad daylight, people were passing by in twos and threes in front of the door, but the man in charge of the door was wearing two mandarin jackets and taking a nap against the door.
As Zhao Mingcheng approached, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
The two gatekeepers, one older and one younger, were actually a father and son. Because their family had no source of money, they reluctantly came to the Ministry of War Yamen to guard the gate.
Zhao Mingcheng looked solemn and before he opened his mouth, he knocked on the floor with the hilt of his sword.
When they woke up, they were surprised to see a handsome young man standing in front of them. They also saw that he was wearing ordinary clothes, so they didn't care.
"Enter the door, turn left, fill in your name in the register, and when it's almost noon, someone will take you to eat, change clothes, and take you into the palace."
"Enter the palace?"
Zhao Mingcheng was afraid that he was in the wrong profession.
The father and son stared at each other, "Are you going to join the army?"
Zhao Mingcheng nodded, "I want to join the Forbidden Army."
"That's it, hurry in."
Zhao Mingcheng paused in front of the door. Although he was surprised, he couldn't help clenching his fists when he saw what these two people did.
New here! I can bear it!
When Zhao Mingcheng entered the mansion, he couldn't see the scene inside because the steps were very high. As soon as he entered, he saw a large open courtyard, and there were actually weeds growing in the courtyard...
Zhao Mingcheng couldn't help frowning as he watched. He even walked out again to ask the father and son.
"Boy, is this really the Ministry of War Yamen?"
"Can this still be fake?"
Zhao Mingcheng had to comfort himself, forget it, maybe this is the difference between ancient times and modern times. After entering the military camp, the situation might get better.
Then he entered the courtyard again, turned left and walked straight along the corridor, then came to another courtyard.
There is a table in the yard with a stack of papers on it.
Zhao Mingcheng looked left and right, but there seemed to be no one there.
"Is anyone here? I'll join the army!"
After a long time, a voice came from the door, "Write your name and wait in the yard."
Zhao Mingcheng had no choice but to do it.
"Second brother, are you lying to me? Is this place really recruiting troops?"
After the name was written on the paper, Zhao Mingcheng sat under the corridor in the yard and waited.
After a while, another young man came in. He signed the signature very skillfully, and then sat next to him. He didn't even ask any questions about these strange phenomena.
This young man was as thin as a monkey, and his eyes could not be said to be vulgar, but he did not dare to look at people in the eyes. Zhao Mingcheng had made countless mistakes, and this man gave him a very bad first impression.
"My name is Xu Yitian, you can call me Xiaotian."
"Just call me Defu."
"How old are you this year?"
"I'm nineteen."
"Good brother, you are younger than me. Seeing that you have such tender skin and tender flesh, I guess you come from a good family."
Xu Yitian looked at Zhao Mingcheng and his eyes fell on the hilt of his sword.
"My family is fine, but I am unlucky. I have two brothers above me. They took over all my father's property and kicked me out. I have been wandering outside for several days and I am almost out of money.
So I had no choice but to join the army."
Xu Tiantian looked at Zhao Mingcheng's sword again. This sword could be worth thousands of gold.
This kid must have been stolen just like me.
He also lied and said that his family was well off. If he really had a good family, who would join the army? He could barely survive starvation for a month.
Judging from his thin skin and tender flesh, he must have been raised by a wealthy family for a long time, and he was probably raised as a prostitute.
Xu Yitian looked at Zhao Mingcheng with disdain.
Zhao Mingcheng looked at Xu Tiantian's clothes. His shoes were in tatters, but his clothes were intact. There were faint scars on the back of his hands, which looked like they had been beaten with a stick.
It's really interesting that I met a thief on my first day in the army.
At noon, someone brought over two bowls of rice, two bowls of seaweed and egg drop soup, only seaweed and no egg drop.
Xu Tiantian saw Hua Hua Hua and drank it in two sips.
Zhao Mingcheng stared at the bowl in a daze. Because he had eaten steamed buns in the morning, he was still a little thirsty. After taking three sips, he found that the soup was too salty, so Zhao Mingcheng put the bowl on the ground.
When Xu Yitian saw it, he couldn't help but pick up the bowl and drink it all.
"Your bowl of soup still smells like meat." This chapter has been completed!