At dawn the next day, the rooster crowed, waking Huang Chen up from his dream on time. He only felt dizzy, ready to burst, and his mouth was extremely thirsty. Yesterday, he and Wang Yong drank too much at the banquet, and in the end, he couldn't even
I can’t even remember clearly when I got home.
Huang Chen rubbed his head and forced himself to sit up. He suddenly remembered something and was startled. He reached into his arms and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the money was still there. This was the hard-earned money he had risked his life to earn. If he lost it due to drunkenness, he would lose it.
There was no place to cry. His brain was still sending him sleep signals. Huang Chen ignored him at all, patted his cheek hard, cheered up, jumped out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.
As usual, he was the first to perform the split-kick boxing. This boxing move is closed and opened wide, closing like a cannon, and the most powerful. He had some small injuries on his waist. In order to prevent the wounds from tearing, he compared
He usually reserved some strength. After the punch, Huang Chen took out the jujube stick again and started to practice his spear skills. However, he stopped after only swinging a few blows, leaning on the stick on the ground, thoughtfully. He raised the gun and raised it.
There was more than one person who had killed people on the battlefield. He quietly reflected on the various experiences of yesterday's confrontation with his opponent. He found that he only used four or five moves: stabbing, smashing, releasing, blocking, and so on. Then,
Can he not have to practice marksmanship routines in a rigid manner? Can he only need to specialize in the moves he often uses?
After a long while, Huang Chen shook his head. He couldn't figure out this problem for the time being, so he simply put it aside, followed the routine, meticulously operated the gun, and practiced several shooting techniques.
Feeling that his waist was getting more and more painful, Huang Chen did not dare to show off and stopped early. At this time, the mute girl had not prepared the meal yet and was busy in the kitchen. He took a look and found that the ingredients were rich, including fish and meat. He couldn't help but feel excited.
He was stunned and asked if today was a special day? The dumb girl's answer made him dumbfounded and ashamed. It turned out that he drank too much yesterday and went crazy after returning home. He yelled about the food that was only used for the Hu family's banquet.
All they ate was pig food. Zhang was angry and funny. She wanted him to return safely but was injured, so she killed a hen according to his wishes and bought some fat fish from the neighbor's house for him.
Make a hearty meal.
Seeing the mute girl purse her lips and snicker, Huang Chen unconsciously rubbed his fingers and laughed inwardly: "It's such a shame, I remember that my wine is not so bad." Afterwards, he walked into the east room and faced Zhang.
His face was still a little unnatural when he was talking, until he remembered the silver coins in his arms, took them all out and handed them to her, saying: "Mom, this is the money I received yesterday, please keep it."
Mrs. Zhang carefully counted and found that there were four taels and five cents. She said with surprise on her face: "Why is there so much?" Huang's father rarely received so much when he was alive. What is the concept of four taels and five cents? Save one
Save enough to cover your family’s expenses for half a year.
Huang Chen replied with a smile: "Didn't the second master grab a big boat, so he got more points?"
As the mother and son talked, the aroma of rice slowly floated into the house. Huang Chen helped put the food on the table, thinking to himself: "This is the life that normal people should live! Every day, porridge, pickles, and boiled fish will fill your mouth."
"Fade out of the bird." He picked up a piece of chicken for his grandma and mute sister respectively. He picked up the bowl and put the rice into his mouth, and his chopsticks flew at the dishes. Because of the scarcity of condiments, the food tasted bland, but he ate it happily.
Youwei, he is not a heavy-tongued person in the first place, and the mute girl is good at craftsmanship, and it is good if it is light and light.
After dinner, Huang Chen rushed across most of the village to Zhao's house. He saw Zhao's wife squatting on the ground washing dishes and chopsticks with her child on her back. He asked about Zhao Hongyi and found out that he had woken up. He immediately went into the main room. Zhao Hongyi leaned against the wall.
, his face was pale from excessive blood loss, his naked upper body was almost covered with thick cloth, and he was wearing a coat and was reading a book with the light coming in through the window.
Reading? Yes, Zhao Hongyi is indeed reading.
Huang Chen was greatly surprised. He thought Zhao Hongyi was a rough man who couldn't read a word, but he didn't expect that he could actually read. He looked carefully at the old book cover in his hand and read word by word: "Records of military training..."
Although the characters were in traditional Chinese, they were not much different from modern simplified characters. He accurately recognized the title of the book. He thought to himself: "The Book of War? Is the Ming Dynasty so awesome? Even pirates read the book of war?"...
"Are you literate?" Zhao Hongyi looked slightly surprised.
"..." Huang Chen's face suddenly darkened when he heard this, and he secretly said: "This is what I want to ask you, okay!" He looked at himself from top to bottom and wondered: "Am I very illiterate?" The answer
There is no doubt that Huang Chen's literacy in this life is no more than 100, and he is no different from an illiterate. He just found an excuse for eavesdropping on the teacher's lectures when he was young, and excused it.
Zhao Hongyi did not doubt that he was there, nodded and explained to him: "Records of Military Training is a book written by Qi Shaobao, Marshal Qi. It has been followed by all those who talk about military affairs for decades, without exception."
"The Art of War written by Qi Jiguang?" Huang Chen became even more curious.
Talking about Qi Jiguang, Zhao Hongyi was not at all like his usual self, talking non-stop, beaming with joy, and looking like "I only wish I had been born decades late and had no chance to serve him". The problem is, with his timidity and fear of death,
Due to his character, if he really surrendered to Qi Jiguang, he would be afraid that he would be beheaded in public within three to five days as a warning to others.
"Uncle Zhao seems to respect Qi Shaobao very much." Huang Chen said casually.
"You should know that I am from Yiwu..."
Huang Chen slapped his forehead. He was from Hangzhou, which is adjacent to Yiwu. How could he not know about the famous Yiwu soldiers under Qi Jiguang? If there is one place in Zhejiang and Zhejiang that respects Qi Jiguang the most, it is Yiwu.
"Hmm..." Zhao Hongyi pondered and said truthfully: "To tell you the truth, I am ashamed to say that my ancestor once followed Qi Shaobao around the north and south, and made some small achievements." When mentioning his ancestor's past, Zhao Hongyi showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.
Hidden pride.
A strange color flashed in Huang Chen's eyes. Zhao Hongyi obviously told the truth because he saved his life yesterday. Otherwise, given his personality, he would never be so talkative. At the same time, a question circled in Huang Chen's mind.
Chen didn't know whether it was appropriate to ask this question, so he said, "Since Uncle Zhao is a military general, why is he living on Dachen Island?"
Zhao Hongyi sighed and shook his head, and started talking completely: "I have studied military books since I was a child, followed the example of my ancestors, and have the heart to make great achievements, but no matter what, no matter... Alas! Since Shaobao, everyone in the world has regarded Yiwu as the place where the world's troops are hidden.
In the past few years, there has been unrest within the imperial court, and soldiers from Yiwu, Yiwu and surrounding Jinhua, and Dongyang have been recruited one after another, and the young men have been wiped out. What's worse, in recent years, with the rise of the Dongnu, a large number of Zhejiang soldiers have rushed northward to the outside of the customs. Hundreds of people have gone
If no one turns around, it can be said to be a situation of death and no life..."
"In order to avoid misfortune, I went to my uncle in Taizhou and went fishing to support myself. Unexpectedly, I was robbed by pirates and was captured in Dachen Mountain. After that, the chief and the second master merged with the pirates, and I moved back to my village.
When Zhao Hongyi said this, his expression was full of sorrow, and he said bitterly: "If I had known I would have stayed in my hometown, it would have been better at worst than wasting my life here and lingering."
The saying that character determines destiny is absolutely true. Zhao Hongyi's development today is entirely due to his character. Huang Chen didn't know how to comfort him for a while, so he could only say some superficial words and great principles to comfort his heart. After all, he had suffered a lot.
In case of serious injury, the mood swings should not be too great.
After a while, Zhao Hongyi calmed down slightly and said with a wry smile: "I have been holding these words in my heart for a long time and there is no way to resolve them. It feels quite refreshing to spit them out today. But you have heard a lot of complaints for nothing, so don't be offended."
"Uncle Zhao told me what was in his heart just because he didn't treat me like an outsider. It's too late for me to be happy, so why would he be surprised?" Huang Chen waved his hands with a smile. Seeing Zhao Hongyi's face showing a smile and no longer being miserable, he took the opportunity to say
"I'm very curious about this book. Brother Zhao, can you lend it to me after reading it?" Mr. Hu gave everyone a few days off, and Huang Chen had nowhere to go, so he planned to pass the time by reading, not to mention reading more military books would be beneficial to him.
There's no harm in it. The era of great chaos is coming, and you might have the opportunity to use it in the future.
"I have read "Records of Military Training" hundreds of times, and I can lend it to you now. However, this book is the second military book written by Qi Shaobao. You should read the first "New Book of Ji Xiao" first. "New Book of Ji Xiao"
I have some here too, just put them in that box. You can go get them yourself." Zhao Hongyi sat on the bed and pointed at a wooden box next to the wall...
Huang Chen walked to the box and opened it as he was told. He saw more than a dozen books neatly placed inside. He immediately saw "Sun Tzu's Art of War" at the top. Most of the rest were military books. Zhao Hongyi was worthy of being a military general.
, the collection of military books and tactics is very complete. Huang Chen took out the "New Book of Ji Xiao", sat for a while, advised Zhao Hongyi to take good care of himself, and left.
When he got home, he took out a chair from the house, found a dry place, half-reclined and half-lyed, and opened the pages of the book. He didn't take it seriously at first, flipping through it hastily and roughly scanning the illustrations in the book. In his previous life, he was obsessed with painting.
With some attainments, I secretly laughed at the pictures in the book as they were not as beautiful as those of modern primary school students, and then I read them word for word from the beginning.
Reading ancient books is a very awkward and uncomfortable thing for modern people. Needless to say, traditional Chinese characters can be identified by connecting the previous to the next and even guessing, but it will eventually cause great inconvenience to reading. In addition,
The characters are arranged vertically and from right to left, which is also different from modern reading habits. The most troublesome thing is that there are no punctuation marks. I often feel confused and don't know why. Unless Huang Chen is really bored and has no patience.
I couldn't help but read it.
The only good news for him is that "Jixiao New Book" is written in vernacular. The vernacular of the Ming Dynasty has something in common with modern vernacular, which will undoubtedly make it easier for modern people to understand its meaning. If you look at it, it is the same as Huang Chen.
If you want to see it, you have to be able to understand it.
It was difficult to read, and there were some things that were difficult to understand, but Huang Chen was surprisingly able to read it, and his mind was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself. Slowly, a look of surprise appeared on his face. In his impression, the ancient art of war should be
Like "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu: "Warriors are deceitful", "Subduing the enemy's troops without fighting", "Know yourself and the enemy, and a hundred battles will be successful" and other general and strategic things can be found in "Ji Xiao Xin Shu"
" is a comprehensive infantry drill manual.
The reason why Huang Chen knew about the Infantry Drill Code was because of a real-time strategy game. One of the famous chapters used the Infantry Drill Code as the dividing line. With it, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers trained by our side will increase dramatically, just like a plug-in.
Exist. To put it simply, the purpose of the infantry training manual is that as long as you are literate and follow the tutorials in the book, you can theoretically train elite soldiers. Of course, this is just a theory. The reality is not a game after all, and will be affected by various factors.
Huang Chen flipped through the "New Book of Ji Xiao" and clicked his tongue, which was quite strange.