The boy opposite became a little indifferent, but for a while, he didn't feel anything was wrong.
On the contrary, I feel extremely majestic and arrogant, and I don't even recognize my relatives.
At this time, Baochai in the carriage also opened the cotton curtain with one hand. Under his beautiful eyebrows, a cluster of flame-like red was first reflected in his watery apricot eyes.
That is the young man's cloak.
Then there was a young man wearing a Wuyishan crown and a third-grade military attaché robe embroidered with exquisite gold and red animal patterns, sitting upright on a horse, holding the reins in one hand and holding the sword at his waist with the other.
The young man's side face has sharp lines, and his temperament is heroic and pure. Two slanted eyebrows fly into the temples. His eyes are like dots of paint, black and white are clear, and his eyes are bright and shining. He is looking ahead, with an expressionless face and a calm demeanor.
At first glance, he looks young. He seems to be no more than a year or two older than me.
Looking at the military attachés behind him who are in their thirties and above, with beards and burly figures, they are all lagging behind by half a horse's head, following suit, like stars holding the moon, and it is clear that they are mainly young people.
The guards in brightly colored flying fish suits and black cloaks, with attendants on the left and right, held the embroidered spring knife in one hand and the reins in the other, with alert expressions.
Under Baochai's slender eyebrows, her watery apricot eyes were looking at the young man approaching for an instant. Suddenly, the young man who was about to pass by him frowned, as if he was aware of it.
He turned around and glanced at the carriage. His gaze was like a falcon, sharp and clear, with a clear edge.
this……
Baochai had a sudden thought in her heart and quickly put down the curtain. The jade face, as crystal clear as snow, suddenly changed. Even though she knew that the bamboo curtain could not see anything from the outside, her eyes met each other, and she still felt like she was being "stared at".
"Cousin Heng has such a sharp gaze."
Baochai pursed her lips, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and thought.
Jia Heng, on the other hand, frowned and, surrounded by a group of people, drove his horse past the city gate.
"Girl." Ying'er also sat in the carriage at this moment. Looking at Baochai with a faint face, she didn't notice anything strange for a moment and said with a chuckle: "That was the uncle Heng from Dongfu just now? This style of traveling is so impressive.
He said that our old relative from Beijing is from a double family, rich and luxurious, and I have finally met him today."
At that time, the Xue family's carriage was turning and heading towards the city.
Baochai held a handkerchief in her hand, nodded her head lightly, said "hmm", and then fell silent.
Xue Pan, on his side, also watched the young dignitary go away, the joy on his face could no longer be concealed, and he thought to himself that when he settled down in Huayin County, he would have to pay a visit to cousin Heng so that he could get closer and closer.
The Xue family entered the county town and found an inn in Huayin County. Xue Pan spent a lot of money to rent out the inn, and asked several residents who were living there to give away their money and help them choose another inn to live in.
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After just settling down, Xue Pan came to Aunt Xue and Baochai's room with a smile on his face.
As soon as he entered the house, Xue Pan smiled and said: "Mom, did you see that just now? Cousin Heng, the trip is really grand. We really came to the capital at the right time!"
Aunt Xue took the towel handed to her by the maid Tong Xi and wiped her face. After hearing this, she also said with a smile: "My son, I saw you just now. He was cheering and cheering, so majestic."
That kind of momentum not only left a deep impression on Baochai, but also made Aunt Xue extremely happy.
I am helpless in Jinling, and my business is getting worse year by year. It's really... I should have come to Shenjing a long time ago. The Jia family is like this. I wonder how rich and respectable the Rong family is!
Xue Pan stroked his palms and smiled and said: "I don't know what kind of scenery uncle is?"
Aunt Xue deliberately said with a straight face: "If you dare to mess around again in Beijing, your uncle will not spare you."
When Xue Pan heard this, the smile on his big face froze for a moment. This...he almost forgot that there was an uncle above him controlling him, how could he be happy?
Baochai listened to the conversation between her mother and brother, holding the handkerchief in her hand, and sighed softly in her heart.
At this time, Xue Pan smiled softly and said: "Mom, I'm thinking that I have to visit cousin Heng later. You said you could bring some gifts or something, so you can't go empty-handed."
Aunt Xue smiled and said, "It's time to go see her, otherwise it would be rude. As for the gift, let me think carefully about what to give."
Gold and silver will definitely look tacky, while other items can only be a specialty of Jinling.
A trace of thought appeared on Baochai's face as white as a pear, and she said softly: "Mom, I see that she is busy with military affairs, so I'd better ask my brother to go to the military camp to pay his respects first. If I have time,
People can also come over to see my mother, and if they don’t have time, it’s the same as seeing her again in Beijing. For gifts and other things, I can choose some candied fruits brought from Jinling to eat, which is both intimate and natural.”
For some reason, she had a vague feeling that cousin Heng didn't seem to like his elder brother... very much.
Otherwise, logically speaking, you should have a few words with your brother.
Of course, maybe she was overthinking it. Cousin Heng might have a cold temperament, or he might be busy with military affairs, or there might be a close friendship between the east and west houses of the Jia clan... These are all possible.
However, after all, Uncle Heng is the patriarch of the Jia clan. If he accepts the invitation, he will always come here to say a few words of courtesy. If he does not come to see him even if he makes excuses, it means that the relationship between the east and west of the Jia family is indeed very different.
Baochai's apricot eyes narrowed, thinking this way.
The principle is actually very simple. The leader of the Jia clan treats his old relatives, welcomes and greets them, and treats others. No matter what he thinks, his appearance must be generally acceptable. When Dao and Zuo met, Jia Heng just said a few words to make people happy.
But not too enthusiastic, appearing polite and distant.
If you are sincere, in Baochai's opinion, even if you don't abandon the military affairs around you and order your soldiers to escort relatives like them who have come from afar to settle down, this is a decent and close behavior.
"Cousin Heng is young and can be a third-grade military attaché. He treats people very appropriately and meticulously, but..."
This was the reason why she vaguely felt that Jia Heng "didn't want to see" her brother and the Xue family.
Aunt Xue just nodded when she heard this. She felt that her daughter's words were appropriate and comprehensive, so she turned around, smiled at Xue Pan and said: "Pan'er, please give me the instructions, and then go see him with the greeting card.
See if your cousin Heng is free."
Xue Pan smiled, and was about to agree happily when he suddenly slapped his head and said, "Hey, I didn't prepare even the name card."
When Xue Pan went to and fro, he would just send the servants to report, and he would not prepare any name cards. This is all the fun of educated people.
Aunt Xue also frowned and said, "Good girl, write one for your brother."
Baochai nodded and said softly: "Ying'er, go get the blank name post and the pen and ink."
Ying'er responded and soon found a blank name card and pen and ink.
Baochai gently rolled up his cuffs, revealing a piece of wrist as white as a lotus root, and wrote his brother Xue Pan's name on the name post as a greeting.
After a long time, the pen and ink were dried, and then he handed it to Xue Pan and said softly: "Brother, just deliver it to him."
"I'll go in person." Xue Pan quickly took the name card, responded with a smile, and walked away happily.
When Xue Pan ran away, Aunt Xue couldn't help laughing and said: "Your brother is always frizzy."
Baochai's almond-shaped eyes flashed, but it was difficult to say anything.
Here, Jia Heng left Huayin City and entered the camp in the south of the city.
Since nearly 10,000 soldiers could not be stationed in the county town to cause nuisance, they set up camp outside the city, dug trenches and set up antlers.
In the Chinese army tent
Jia Heng sat down behind the handsome case. The flames in the surrounding charcoal brazier were burning brightly. Although it was not as warm as spring, it also dispelled some of the chill. All the generals in the tent took their seats one after another.
At this time, Song Yuan, who temporarily served as a reporter and joined the army, raised his hands and said: "Sir, Cai Guerji asked when our army will be dispatched?"
Because Cai Quan led the cavalry all the way to sweep westward, it was much easier than Jia Heng who had to make arrangements to block the enemy bandits from escaping. It was like an armed parade, wiping out several groups of bandits, large and small, one after another.
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "Our army will be dispatched tomorrow and let him return to Beijing first."
Song Yuan cupped his hands and responded, "Then I'll send someone to inform Cai Guerji right now."
Jia Heng nodded, then glanced at the generals below, and said: "Tonight there will be a commendation meeting. The generals and meritorious soldiers will be present. Silver rewards, wine and meat will be distributed to all camps. Guoyong Camp
Except for the 2,000 people from the fifth military camp who are stationed in the city, and the governor Shan Ming is helping the people of Huayin County build houses, the rest of them are packing their bags and the whole army will return to Beijing tomorrow!"
There are nearly ten thousand soldiers, and there is no such a big place to gather together.
We can only select representatives and meritorious officers and soldiers from each battalion, and commend the meritorious officers and soldiers, in order to have the effect of motivating the soldiers.
"Yes, sir." Except for Shan Ming, all the generals responded happily and in unison.
After being out for so long, I can finally go back. This time I don’t even miss the Chinese New Year.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "In assessing the merits of this campaign against bandits, I will give you grades based on your performance during the campaign to suppress the bandits. After returning to the capital, the generals will be transferred and transferred, and I will also have specific
Chen Bingbu."
As soon as these words came out, the smiles on the faces of several generals who were originally in high spirits disappeared.
After rectification, two of the original five generals suffered some injuries, and the rest were all injured.
Among the remaining eight guerrillas, except Cai Quan, who was newly appointed, two were beheaded for making noise and inciting soldiers to "mutiny", and another was beheaded for capturing.
There are still four guerrillas left, and one is a close associate of Lu He, who is still worried about being involved in the short quota issue.
At this time, General Xiao Lin cupped his fists and said, "Sir, can we still stay in Guoyong Camp?"
This general is one of the two who did not take up any vacancies among the five generals.
Facing the gazes of everyone, Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said: "This depends on the intentions of the Ministry of War and the Commander-in-Chief. I believe you have heard some rumors that the reorganization of the Beijing camp is imminent. Not only the soldiers must use the method of selecting fronts to eliminate the old and weak.
, Generals and commanders must also be ranked according to their talents and conduct. If I don't take charge of this matter, I can't make the decision. Everything depends on the wishes of the Ministry of War and the Commander-in-Chief. But you guys, this time the Beijing camp is reorganized, it will definitely be the same as Donglu in the future.
War is dangerous and dangerous. It goes without saying that when you were young, you also risked your lives to gain wealth. As you get older, many of you will lose your courage and courage. You can go to the Ministry of War and ask to remove your armor. You have toiled for half your life and led a group of people.
It is a pleasure to feed them with fenlumi and entertain their grandchildren at home."
Some veterans who were over forty-five years old couldn't help but have complicated expressions when they heard Jia Heng's words of "persuading them to quit."
Who would be willing to take off their armor and return to the field after spending half their life struggling in the military camp?
A real man cannot live without power for a day.
However, there are still a few people who are interested.
After Jia Heng said this, he said nothing more.
If he is Wang Ziteng, after the reorganization of the Beijing camp, there will definitely be no place for the old guy waiting to die. It is imperative to promote the young faction and realize the iteration of generals and schools.
Because some of the generals are getting older, as Liu Xuande said, their muscles have regenerated, their blood and courage are gone, and they are too timid to fight against the Eastern captives.
Take his five generals as an example. They all considered themselves generals of the Jia family and successively worshiped Shan Ming and Shao Chao from the dock. They were about forty years old. Xiao Lin was born in the local capital and was nearly forty years old.
The other two generals are already in their fifties.
His hair is gray and he doesn't seem to have much enterprising spirit anymore. He is basically a gangster when he goes to suppress the bandits. However, because he has some close ties with the Jia family, he is not too ruthless.
The heart of a general.
The remaining four guerrilla generals are slightly younger, three were transferred from the three sides, and one was transferred from the local garrison.
"These people don't actually lead troops in training. Some of them have insufficient talents and are greedy for life and fear of death. They just don't need them."
As far as the Chen-Han military system is concerned, when it comes to the level of guerrillas and generals, there is no quota for leading troops. They usually follow the orders of the regiment and camp commander based on specific battles.
After the discussion was over and the generals were dismissed, Jia Heng also took the summary book delivered by Song Yuan and flipped through it.
After continuous recruitment, Guo Yong's battalion has now reached more than 20,000 troops, including 10,000 new recruits. Each battalion has 500 men and has been temporarily organized into 20 battalions, waiting for him to go back and train himself.
The remaining Yuan Guo Yongying generals will also have to eliminate the old and weak and retrain them after they return.
"The new recruits undergo a new drill and draw on white paper. It is actually easier to organize than the soldiers in the original Guo Yong camp. First, the general discipline and military appearance are established. After returning to Beijing, we can go to the weapons inspection."
Just as Jia Heng frowned and thought about his next plan after returning to Beijing, he heard a soldier outside the Chinese army tent calling:
"Sir, there is a man named Xue Pan outside the camp. He has handed over a greeting card and asks to see you."
Jia Heng frowned and asked, "Xue Pan?"
While the soldier was talking, he entered the tent and stepped forward to hand over the greeting card.
Jia Heng held the name card in his hand, and what he saw was a line of plum blossom regular script. He knew that this was not written by Xue Pan. As for who wrote it, he had some guesses in his mind.
"Go let him in."
After all, he is an old relative of the Jia clan. Even if he doesn't like to see this idiot Xue, he doesn't want to see him.
But outside the camp, Xue Pan and two young men got off their horses and stood outside the camp gate. They saw groups of soldiers in the camp lined up with swords in their hands, in a strong and orderly manner.
Xue Pan raised his big head with a smile on his face. Although the expression on his face was not exactly like "Victory Parade", it was still close.
Seeing that Xue Pan was happy, the boy on the side smiled and joked: "Uncle Heng's troops are really strict. They are in charge of so many people. This is the general mentioned in the play."
"No, my cousin is a very capable person." Xue Pan said with a smile.
When it comes down to it, Xue Pan is actually a bit older than Jia Heng, but he calls himself his cousin, which naturally adds to his power.
Not long after, a soldier came out from the camp gate and shouted: "My lord, let you in."
When Xue Pan heard this, he was very happy. He called the boy and walked into the military camp in a big way.
