On the night when Cao Gan was subdued, Gao Jingshi asked for the letter he had sent to Gao Gong and Zhang Siwei, and wrote two new letters. In addition to telling the details of Bailixia's recruitment process, he also analyzed the recruitment of this bandit.
The various benefits of thievery - of course, he was speaking from the perspective of ensuring public security in Gyeonggi Province. There is no need to elaborate on personal interests. Anyway, from the perspective of Gao Gong and Zhang Siwei, there is no way they can hide this matter.
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The only thing Gao Pragmatic concealed was Cao Gan's experience as a traitor to the Yu bandits or as a deserter from the Confederate Army. Gao Pragmatic was not afraid of being scolded, but wanted to let them know this so that if there were any problems in the future, more or less
It's also a small hidden danger, but he knows it doesn't matter because of his pragmatism - what do you know, a kid with a yellow mouth? He's completely deceived!
He really slept a little late that night, and children are always eager to sleep, so he woke up even later the next day - it was almost time for lunch.
Even so, he didn't wake up by "sleeping until he wakes up naturally", but was woken up by someone. What's even more amazing is that the person who woke him up was not the two little maids who were admiring the moon and listening to the piano, but the little girl from Liu Xian's family.
Loli Xin'er.
"Mr. Gao, your children can actually sleep until this time? Do you dare to sleep for so long with Mr. Gao Ge?"
Looking at the little lolita who had changed into a narrow-sleeved jacket and a fox fur cloak, staring at him, Gao pragmatically rubbed his eyes and said angrily: "My third uncle goes into the cabinet every day before dawn.
Now, he doesn't care when I get up. As long as my homework is completed when he comes back every night, he doesn't have the time to care about how I arrange my time."
The little Loli looked envious: "Then your family is really nice to live in. It's not like my family."
"What's wrong with your family?" Gao pragmatically asked, and then shouted to Shangyue Tingqin who was standing aside: "You two, stop standing there like crazy. Master, I have to get up and change my clothes."
The little Lolita may be because she comes from a family like Liu Xian's, and she is still too young. She doesn't seem to have much concept of men and women, and she has no intention of avoiding it. She just stands there watching the moon and listening to the piano. The two little girls come to serve Gao.
Pragmatically changing clothes, Xiaogui Dadi sighed: "My brother must get up to practice martial arts just after the fifth watch, otherwise my father will beat him. I am a girl, better than him, and can sleep for another hour."
Gao Pinggong said sincerely: It sounds like getting up in your family is the same as clocking in to go to work, and getting up so early in the winter is almost self-inflicted. Fortunately, I traveled to the Gao family instead of the Liu family. Otherwise, if I dressed as Liu Wei, I would be more powerful.
But being asked to get up at five o'clock in the morning to practice martial arts all year round would really cost Qing Qing her life.
"Aunt Xin'er..."
"Call me Miss Liu."
"Oh." Gao Pingshi responded obediently: "Miss Liu, why do you come to me so early in the morning?"
"Early in the morning?" The little Loli rolled her eyes cutely, and said angrily: "It will be lunch in a while, and you actually said early in the morning?"
"Whether it's early or not depends on the time I get up. I just got up, so it must be early in the morning. The other details are not important." Gao Pragmatic, an old man with a face as thick as the corner of a city wall, said nonchalantly: "Hey, I am
When I ask why you came to me, it’s not about discussing whether it’s early or late.”
The little Loli blinked her eyes, looked at Gao Pragmatic with great interest, and asked: "Do you want to train as a bodyguard?"
Gao Pangshi was startled and said hurriedly: "Hey, I mean... Miss Liu, you need to be more precise in your words. Do I dare to use the word "private soldier" as a commoner? I choose these dozens
The person with the number is just a servant, does the servant understand? In any big family, who doesn’t have hundreds of servants? Let alone hundreds, even thousands of servants can be found among the wealthy families of Ming Dynasty.
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Little Loli frowned and said: "I just said that the soldiers are used to it. Why are you so nervous and talking so much? Don't talk nonsense. There is not much difference between a servant guard and a guard soldier. You just need to say yes or no?"
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Gao Jingshi had already put on his clothes, walked to the chair in front of the table and sat down by himself, looked at the little Loli, and rolled his eyes: "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"
"Why are you looking like you're guarding against thieves!" Little Loli said with an annoyed look on her face: "I just thought your slave selection was interesting, so I went over and asked about it, and I found out that it was you who set the rules, so I
Let me ask, why do you think this young lady cares about those idiot newcomers?"
Gao Pragmatic crossed his legs and said slowly: "It doesn't matter whether you are rare or not. What is important is that you, a daughter of a second-rank official in the imperial court, why do you care about this? I want to select a group of loyal and brave people for my own servants.
Is there any problem with protecting my young master?"
"No one cares what you use your servants for!" the little Loli said angrily: "Why do you keep insisting on this issue? It's as if I want to sue you for gathering servants privately to plot evil."
Gao Jingshi took a breath and looked carefully at the little Lolita's expression.
"Why, do you really think this is the case?" Little Loli frowned and said, "Don't talk about your dozens of servants, even if you regard all the horse bandits in Bailixia as your bodyguards, with your Gao family's status
No one would think there is anything wrong with the Zhang family's financial status. Even if the emperor knew about it, he would at most think you were timid."
"Cowardly?" Gao Pragmatic was surprised and said to himself: "You gather your servants privately and then give them weapons. How do you call this cowardly?"
"What's not timid?" Little Loli gave him an annoyed look: "Those who are handsome and support their servants do it because they can fight tough battles. For example, General Ma Fang, a direct descendant of your Gao family, the chief soldier of the Xuanfu, is
He has more than three thousand servants, and they are all the best cavalry in the world. Even the Mongols are unwilling to fight with him in a one-on-one cavalry battle. As for..."
"Wait a minute!" Gao pragmatic eyes widened: "What did you just say? General Ma Fang is a direct descendant of my Gao family? He also has three thousand elite knights?"
Little Loli said in surprise: "Yes, aren't you Gao Ge's nephew? You don't know?"
"I..." Gao Jingshi was stunned at first, then scratched his head: "How do I remember that General Ma Fang is in Datong? Also, why do you say he is a direct descendant of our Gao family?"
"General Ma moved to Xuanfu in the 40th year of Jiajing, okay?" Little Loli rolled her beautiful eyes again, and said angrily: "You civil servants, even the children at home, look down on military generals! Who in the world doesn't?
I know that your third uncle is the backer of General Ma, just like Zhang Ge is always the backer of General Qi Yuanjing of Ji Zhen. That is to say, my father and General Yu are not in good luck. They have only known about fighting for so many years, but they have not found one in the court.
Big Buddha, otherwise, why don’t you even have a nest, and are always being transferred around the world? Alas, now General Yu has finally secured his position as the commander-in-chief of Guangdong, and my father is the only unlucky guy left."
Gao Pragmatic was still in a stunned state, and just muttered in his heart: Ma Fang is actually the third uncle's son? This is the Malanxi Master Ma who has been sung in operas for two to three hundred years...