In the city of Dongjiakou Pass, nearly half of the soldiers and family members were from Yiwu and neighboring counties and towns. ←, so, staying here, Wang Fulin Xiaobei, who was born in Nanzhili, and the uncle and nephew of the Shen family, heard various southern dialects filled with the northern Mandarin, and felt like returning to the southeast. Although the dialects in Huizhou and Ningguo Mansion are not in harmony with Yiwu dialect, when southerners meet southerners, they will inevitably talk about the weather in Jiangnan. The soldiers and family members who have been away from their hometown for many years can't help but ask questions.

Among them, Wang Fulin and Xiaobei, who have been to Hangzhou, Ningbo, Putuo Mountain, and Xinchang, are naturally more popular. Within a few days, the couple became familiar with many soldiers and family members in the army, and Xiaobei's daughter was also seen through by several enthusiastic aunts. However, the young couple went out to travel together, but they didn't know each other's identity, so they couldn't say anything in person, but behind their backs, they couldn't help but feel that such a couple was really interesting.

Wu Weizhong, the Shanhai Road Governor, returned to Shanhaiguan after staying for two days. Feng Jingzhong, the guards, and several generals, invited Wang Fulin and Shen's uncle and nephew to prepare the Lantern Festival together. Although such a festival cannot be as bright as the Taiping cities in the heart of the Central Plains, and the lights are bright for several days, it is also the most rare festival in places like Dongjiakou Pass. When the rabbit lamps made by the family members are hung high and the simple lamp market is also quite suitable for the situation, Shen Yourong, who came out to look at the lamp together, couldn't help but say, "If it can be peaceful every year and no war will be fought, that's great."

"There will be Japanese riots in the southeast, let alone Jizhen, which faces the Tartars." Shen Maoxue mercilessly interrupted Shen Yourong's delusion. Since Wang Fulin helped and cleverly provoked Shen Yourong's ambitions in front of Shen Maoxue, he has not expressed his opinion. Seeing his nephew being embarrassed, he said lightly. "If you want to join the army, you have to throw away these unrealistic fantasies. The three guards of Duoyan got Daning as a nomadic land. After a while, what happened later? In the late Yongle year of Xuande, our dynasty was still majestic at that time. But weren't they all ready to move? It's impossible to expect the enemy to not seek to invade the south!"

Seeing Shen Yourong being ecstatic for a moment, Shen Maoxu sighed and said, "To be honest, I shouldn't have instilled in you things like Fenglangjuxu since I was a child, so you are not good at writing and arming. I will come forward to say it to your father in the future. There is only one thing, do not lose the face of Shen's family in Xuancheng!"

Shen Yourong felt light all over. After agreeing, he saw Wang Fulin and Xiaobei walking side by side behind him, looking at him with a smile. He suddenly felt warm. He quickly turned around and came to them, bowed deeply, "Thank you, Uncle Wang, thank you aunt..."

Xiaobei suddenly wanted to cover her face. She was so naughty. I wanted to thank you. Is it okay to look back and find an opportunity? I don’t look at what this place! It’s okay to call Uncle Wang Fulin, but you don’t look at Shen Maoxue’s face behind her. Regardless of it, she just glanced at her sideways and saw that Wang Fulin’s mouth was twitching. She could only whisper in a low voice: “Mr. Shen, this is in the lamp market. If you are happy, you will wait until you go back? What are you calling out!”

The last four words. Her mutter was very light, but when she turned around and walked over, Chen Maoxue, who was almost side by side with Shen Yourong, could hear clearly. He had already heard Xiaobei's voice at this moment was completely different from the low and dumb voice in the past, because Ningguo Mansion and Huizhou Mansion were adjacent to She County Magistrate and Ye Junyao, who served as the magistrate of Huining Road, married two daughters in Huizhou. He had naturally heard of it. At this moment, when he saw Wang Fulin's embarrassing and helpless look on his face, his heart was naturally bright like a mirror. Sure enough, the next moment, after seeing Wang Fulin pulling Chen Yourong up, he smiled at himself.

"Make Mr. Chen laugh, this is the Neizi Ye."

Chen Yourong had already realized that he had made a mistake when he was happy. He didn't dare to look up at Shen Maoxue and Wang Fulin at all. When Chen Maoxue saw Xiao Bei beside Wang Fulin generously bowing to him, he couldn't help but pay the favor solemnly. Even if he had more words in his heart to remind him, he knew that it was hard to say in the market. He could only grab Chen Yourong and find an excuse to take a step first.

Seeing that the uncle and nephew and the Shen family were following, Xiaobei saw that the noise was still around her, she asked Wang Fulin with some depression: "The Shen family shouldn't be so big, right?"

"It's okay. When you used to kill the boss, you were afraid that people would talk about marriage because you hadn't talked about marriage. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law made Bizhu take the blame for this matter. But now you are all the wife of the Wang family, and you are still afraid of others saying it? If there is really a war in the Dong family, we might have to fight. At that time, kill two invading enemies and say that you are brave enough to save your husband. That's enough?"

“…”

You really dare to think...

Xiaobei only felt that Wang Fulin's ideas were completely different from those of ordinary people, and his small worries disappeared immediately.

On the Lantern Festival, men, women, young and old in Dongjiakou Pass City rushed to the streets. However, above the Pass City, there were still many Taiwanese troops guarding their posts in the cold wind. At most, they could only look back at the brightly lit Guancheng. But everyone's heart was warm, not because of the bowl of hot soup added to the evening, nor because the Dutai Pass Tower was newly built and was particularly sheltered from the wind, but because the family was all within reach. They were guarding this line of defense and guarding their homes.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Dongjiakou Pass City gradually returned to its former tranquility. There were more than 30 people in Wang Fulin's troupe. For this place, the supply burden seemed to be greater, but because Wang Fulin and others brought enough mules, horses and camels to transport supplies along the way, they brought a lot of dried meat and vegetables. The personal soldiers from Xifengkou were also good at hunting, but in the end they were almost equal. The most important thing is that Wu Weizhong, who returned to Shanhaiguan, also asked someone to send extra supplies to supply, and the original inventory of Dongjiakou Pass City was enough to support for more than half a month.

Because of this, Wang Fulin and the uncle and nephew of the Shen family gradually fell in love with this place, and even taught some children to read and read. Over time, except for Feng Jingzhong, who knew their identity, most of them would proofread these guests from the south, and some even said privately that it would be better for everyone to work together to gather a few scholars and keep these scholars, so that they might also be able to produce scholars or even Jinshi at home. However, when this issue came to Feng Jingzhong, he was called back by the angry and funny guard.

"I'm going to travel, and I'll have to go to Liaodong next. General Chen, the general of Xifengkou, has borrowed a few people for them. Where will I stay in Dongjiakou for a long time? When the weather gets warmer in spring, I'll set off!"

When Feng Jing said this, he sighed secretly in the center. He planned to leave a Jinshi and a Juren here to open a private school. These guys really dared to think about it! But when he was so troubled, when he went out of the official office to inspect, he still had some indescribable hope in his heart when he heard the sound of books coming from some places. He was not from Yiwu, but when he thought of the soldiers under his command who had lived in the prosperous and prosperous areas of the southeast, he would have to take his family to take root in the bitter and cold land of Jizhen. If it weren't for the first ten years of the commander's ten years, the entire Jizhen town would be extremely corrupt and would have been a raging nest, how could he have to transfer people from Yiwu in the southeast?

On a whim, he followed the sound of reading and entered a small courtyard. There was only one place in Dongjiakou Pass City. In the cold weather, few outsiders came into the city, so he only brought two personal soldiers. Seeing the woman who was washing clothes standing up and wiping her hands to greet him, he gestured to the person and crawled into the main room with a smile. He saw more than a dozen children squeezed into the small house. Obviously, the neighbors were all together, following Wang Fulin shaking his head and chanting the Three Character Classic. Listening to the passage, Wang Fulin began to explain one by one, and he couldn't help but feel that he was back to the scene of studying in elementary school.

Wang Fulin had long seen Feng Jingzhong come, but since the garrison did not make a sound, he just smiled and nodded, not alarming the children below. He is no longer as good as the old masters in most private schools who can only read the script. In addition to explaining allusions, he can also extend it. He can be off topic in a short while. But for the children, how can the boring words be compared with the stories? They all listened attentively and asked questions from time to time. At the end, Wang Fulin said that when he was here today, there were still older children who couldn't help but shout, "Sir, will you still talk about it in the future?"

Faced with this voice, the children had similar problems one after another, Wang Fulin couldn't help but think of teaching in the future. He wanted to say that he would continue to talk in the future, but in the end he touched the head of the older child: "In the future, you can also teach people like me, and there will definitely be that day."

Seeing that most of the children in the room were disappointed, Feng Jingzhong could only sigh in his heart. At this moment, he could only hear a faint muffled sound. The two personal soldiers who were staying outside seemed to be yelling something. They didn't have time to say anything, and immediately turned around and rushed out. As soon as he left the room, he shouted sternly: "What's going on?"

"There are fire on the other side of the pier!"

Sure enough, with the sound of the personal soldiers, the second cannon sound followed, and a third sound came soon. The woman who was washing clothes in the yard was already pale. Even Wang Fulin, who was following one step later, felt a sense of breathing when he heard the fourth cannon sound and then the fifth sound, and saw the five squirts on the pedestal in the distance.

Since Qi Jiguang took office, Jizhen has set rules for warning beacon artillery. One beacon and one cannon represents a hundred people invasion; two beacon and two cannons are five hundred people; more than a thousand people, three beacon and three cannons; more than a thousand people, four beacon and four cannons; as for the five beacon and five cannons, it means that more than ten thousand enemies are invaded!

ps: I made a mistake. It turns out that you can see chapter comments on your phone. Those nagging are not charged. The original text of the previous chapter is 3,600. Thank you for your concern. I am an emotional person, I'm sorry (to be continued.)
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