Chapter 475: General Reading (please subscribe for the third update)
The blue sky, cloudless. (《》)
In the open space in front of the Daming Palace, ten large pots were set up. In the pots, the water was boiling and bubbles were coming out.
White mist-like steam steamed up from the pot, shooting straight into the sky like columns of smoke. Huge pieces of meat, brightly colored, kept churning in the pot.
The aroma of pork filled the air, making the soldiers who didn't know the smell of meat salivate in March. Their eyes looked at the meat in the pot, which was bright red.
"Hey, how does it taste? Can you eat it?"
A soldier who was standing at the front of the queue with a bowl saw a fire-headed soldier scooping up a bowl of soup with a spoon. After tasting it with great enjoyment, the soldier asked impatiently.
"Haha, bring the bowl!!" The soldier from the Huotou Army laughed, poured the half bowl of broth back into the pot, and said to the soldier with red eyes.
When the soldier heard this, he immediately became happy and quickly handed over the bowl in his hand.
After Huotoujun took the bowl, he turned around and said to the other comrades who were sitting on the pot: "Brothers, the pot is on!"
Ouch...
After giving the order, the soldiers suddenly became ecstatic.
The soldiers, who were arranged in a long snake formation, immediately rushed forward impatiently.
All of a sudden, the thin and long team turned into a thick and short one. Countless soldiers gathered at the mouth of the pot, standing on tiptoes, looking inside.
Take a deep breath and feel intoxicated by the aroma of meat filling the air.
"Get in line for me!" Huotou Jun glanced at the dark crowd of soldiers surrounding the mouth of the pot, smiled and cursed. Then he pointed at the people outside the square and said: "The people of Chang'an are all watching.
Don’t embarrass the prince!”
The soldiers laughed and quickly lined up again.
"These guys!" Huotoujun suppressed the hunger in his belly and began to serve meat to the soldiers in an orderly manner. The latest chapter of the Temple
The large army slowly moved forward. Slowly and orderly.
In the team, Wu Ning, who was dressed in military uniform, glanced at the long team in front of him, then looked down at the frozen bowl in his hand, and laughed out of desperation.
"Your Majesty, how about I go over and serve you a bowl? How long will it take?" Behind him, Xiao Dapeng stood on tiptoes, glanced at the long queue in front, and whispered to Wu Ningyuan.
"Bastard, aren't the soldiers hungry?" Wu Ning rolled his eyes at him, his beard and hair trembling with dignity. After glaring at him, he scolded him angrily: "As a general, you don't follow the law. You let the people below
What do the soldiers think?"
Xiao Dapeng, who had been scolded, still looked playful and smiling. He lowered his head, scratched his head and giggled.
"Dapeng, if you want your soldiers to become an invincible iron army that can obey orders and prohibitions, it is extremely important to be a general. As the saying goes, if a soldier is raging, there will be a den of raging generals! If the general cannot obey the orders and prohibitions, the soldiers below will surely
You will be at a loss what to do. In the end, everyone will break the rules and become accustomed to it. Do you think such an army has any combat effectiveness?"
Wu Ningyuan's voice softened and he warned earnestly: "Don't look at it, jumping in line seems to be a small thing. But, as the saying goes, a thousand-mile embankment is destroyed by an ant nest. Big mistakes are often made from small things!
As soon as you jump in line, the soldiers will definitely be dissatisfied. If things go on like this, the general's majesty will no longer be there. The soldiers will no longer obey your orders and prohibitions. The consequences of this will be unimaginable. So, always keep your
A clear mind and self-discipline are very important to a general. Do you understand?"
When Xiao Dapeng heard this, he knew that the prince was encouraging him. After nodding heavily, the playful smile on his face disappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "The general knows, thank you for the advice!"
Wu Ningyuan smiled happily, turned his head, looked at the queue that was no longer long, thought for a moment, and said calmly: "I heard Yongzheng said that after the battle is over, he will ask the emperor to build a military school in Jiangning.
When the time comes, all officers will go in to study and get advanced training. When the time comes, you can go too!"
"Ah?" When Xiao Dapeng heard this, his face suddenly became wet. Looking at the prince's pale expression, he felt miserable.
Xiao Dapeng has not liked reading since he was a child. Listening to the sarcastic scholars in the school, shaking their heads and reciting poems and scriptures, Xiao Dapeng felt extremely dizzy in the latest chapter of the church.
Therefore, Xiao Dapeng, who was only more than ten years old at that time, carried his schoolbag every day, said goodbye to his parents, turned left after leaving the door, and led a group of people to dig out the bird's nest.
After a month of this, the master from the school arrived at Xiao Dapeng's home.
At that time, Xiao Dapeng was leading a group of friends in the fields, lighting a bonfire and roasting pheasants.
It wasn't until ten minutes past midnight that Xiao Dapeng returned home with a mouthful of chicken feathers.
What greeted him was an old punch from his father and tears from his mother.
Xiao Dapeng, who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face, lay there grunting and pretending to be dead. But before he could grunt twice, his father broke into the house with a cane and was so frightened that he rolled over and jumped out of the window.
escape.
After staying at his sister's house for three days, Xiao Dapeng, who was feeling uneasy, returned home accompanied by his brother-in-law.
This time, my father didn't get angry.
Instead, he took Xiao Dapeng, who was only thirteen years old, to sit in the room and have a conversation between men.
Well, at least that's what Xiao Dapeng thought at the time.
At that time, his father asked him, if you don’t go to school, what will you do in the future? Plow the land, be a businessman, or work as a coolie?
Xiao Dapeng curled his lips, merchants are a lowly profession, and good men only become merchants when they are stupid, let alone coolies. Those are done by incompetent people, and there is no future at all except not starving to death. As for farmers... Tsk.
At that time, after hearing what his son said, Mr. Xiao, who was a farmer himself, was so angry that the veins on his forehead were exposed. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and asked with a fierce look: "What's wrong with the farmers? What if you kid can't tell me anything?"
So come on, I'll break your legs!"
You dare to despise me before you have done anything. You really deserve to be slapped!
Seeing his father's unkind expression, Xiao Dapeng quickly shrank his neck. He chuckled and complimented with a smile: "Agriculture is the foundation of the country, and farmers are the foundation of the foundation. But the government oppresses farmers in every possible way. In fact, being a farmer is really important.
No big future!"
Listening to the kid talking nonsense here, he criticized all the professions. But in the end, he still didn’t say what he wanted to do. Mr. Xiao seemed to be on the verge of going berserk. He clenched his fists and rushed towards Xiao Dapeng.
In front of him, he shouted in a deep voice: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
"Join the army, serve as a soldier!" Xiao Dapeng, who was only thirteen years old at the time, answered his father sonorously and forcefully.
"Fart, a good man should not be a soldier, and a good man should not hammer nails. If you become a soldier, do you want to die?" Mr. Xiao angrily slapped Xiao Dapeng on the head and cursed.
Xiao Dapeng covered his head and retorted with a groan: "That's what a coward says. They don't dare to be soldiers for fear of death. That's why they comfort themselves with this sentence. I asked the blacksmith, and the blacksmith said, it's good to nail, it must be
It is made of fine iron. Ordinary iron is not usable yet. Also, father, you have forgotten that the people in Lingyan Pavilion in the Tang Dynasty were all soldiers."
Although the voice was not loud, Mr. Xiao listened.
The furious old man looked at the unconvinced look on his young son's face. After opening his mouth, he withdrew his raised palm. Then he tossed his sleeves and left angrily.
After leaving the door, Mr. Xiao glanced at Xiao Dapeng, who was still sitting in the room, and smiled in his heart.
This is the first time that this little son, who usually only cries, has refuted himself.
Moreover, even though he retorted, he had no power to reply.
Ah……
Mr. Xiao couldn't help laughing, shook his head with a smile and left.
Three days later at night, Mr. Xiao handed his armor and weapons into Xiao Dapeng's hands.
Then he patted his shoulder and said, "Save your life, your mother is still waiting for you at home."
After saying these words, Mr. Xiao did not stay any longer, turned around and left.
However, when he was about to go out, Xiao Dapeng, who was only thirteen years old, clearly saw his usually fierce father raising his hand to wipe away the tears on his face.
In the early morning of the next day, Xiao Dapeng followed Li Zheng in the village and left the village where he had lived for thirteen years.
Behind him, his mother, his eldest brother, and his younger sister were seeing each other in tears.
That day, the morning light was slightly dewy and the dusk was green. The apricot blossoms on the roadside were in full bloom.
When he arrived in the army, Xiao Dapeng fought bravely. Within a few years, he was promoted continuously.
By the time he was twenty-seven, he was already a fifth-rank Guidelang General. Now, Xiao Dapeng, who was in his forties, was already a third-rank General Yunhui.
However, the embarrassing thing is that he, Zhan Xiong, brothers Wang Wu, Hou San and Si, are the only illiterate people among the generals of Zhou Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Xiao Dapeng felt a little embarrassed, but also a little happy.
Hehe, luckily there are Boss Zhan and the others accompanying him, otherwise, it would be so embarrassing to be illiterate alone.
On the side, Wu Ningyuan saw the surprised, happy, shy and gloating expression on his beloved general's face. How could he not know what this guy was thinking.
Isn't it just that he doesn't want to study? Moreover, this guy must have thought of Zhan Xiong. Even Hou San, Bai Ding, who couldn't read a basket of Chinese characters.
Wu Ningyuan did not scold him immediately, but smiled slightly, turned around, thinking about his gray beard, and said with a smile: "A month ago, Zhan Xiong wrote me a letter. His literary talent is very good!"
After saying that, Wu Ningyuan smiled sinisterly and secretly glanced at Xiao Dapeng behind him. He shook his head and smiled, then held the bowl and stepped forward to line up.
Behind him, Xiao Dapeng's face froze with joy. He stared at the prince in front of him in stunned silence, feeling as if his heart was overturned.
How can it be?
Zhanxiong, can he actually write? Is he also talented in literature?
Seeing the prince's proud expression, Xiao Dapeng panicked.
Could it be that what the prince said is true?
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Dapeng felt more and more panicked and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, I no longer had any interest in eating meat.
After giving the bowl in his hand to the soldier behind him, he turned around and strode away.
Damn it, time is not waiting for me!
I want to study and I want to make progress every day!