Zuoanmen is the outer gate of Beijing City. It was built in the 32nd year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty (1553 AD). Because there are stone-made shanks on the outside of the door hole of the arrow tower, it is commonly known as "阿官网".

Yang Feng led the army to set off for half a month, and the troops were already a little tired. Now they finally arrived at the city of Beijing, so Yang Feng ordered the army to station outside Zuoanmen. Because they were close to the Temple of Heaven and came from remote corners, there were few people around Zuoanmen, so this place became an ideal place for large troops to set up camps.

After Yang Feng ordered the army to be stationed, he first sent people to Beijing to inform Xiong Tingbi to leave the city to make peace with them. Then he began to order the troops to rest for two to three days before continuing to march towards Liaodong. During the break, Yang Feng sent people to Beijing to buy a large amount of grain, fodder and other supplies to supplement the troops' consumption. What he didn't expect was that such an ordinary thing made his troops famous.

Logically speaking, Beijing is the capital of the Ming Dynasty. In the hundreds of years since its founding, there have been countless troops passing by or entering here. The people here have seen the market. After all, the people at the imperial city claim to be the imperial city and grow up, and they all have such a sense of arrogance. Looking at the outsiders, they always feel like looking at the country people. When they speak on weekdays, they are always used to saying that our capital is all the same. But since Yang Feng's army stationed at Zuo'anmen, even those who claim to be the most knowledgeable person have to admit that they are eye-opening.

Chenghuang Temple, Chongwenmen and Lantern Market are one of the most prosperous places in Beijing, and are also places for bulk transactions. For example, the largest gathering place for grain merchants in Beijing is here. Today, Yang Laishun, the butler of Yang Feng, brought more than a dozen soldiers and hundreds of young and strong people to the market next to Chongwenmen to prepare to buy grain. When hundreds of young and strong people wearing three-color camouflage uniforms and pedaling shoes on their feet drove hundreds of big trucks to the market, the whole market was sensation.

Since he was admitted to Yingtianfu prison in Nanjing, Yang Feng admired the old housekeeper who would rather be involved in the big boss than bite him, so he promoted him to serve as the procurement leader of the Suijun logistics battalion. The procurement project has always been a fat man. As long as he is willing, he can make a lot of money in this project. From this, we can see Yang Feng's trust in Yang Laishun.

When Yang Laishun came to the market with more than ten soldiers, he was warmly welcomed by the grain merchant shopkeepers who had already received news. These shopkeepers were not stupid. Everyone knew that no matter what the army purchased, it was a small amount, and it was the most profitable. As long as you grasp the business, it would be fine if you eat so much that you can make a lot of money. So when Yang Laishun entered the market, more than ten shopkeepers surrounded him.

"Sir, come to my business bank to have a look. My business bank has a complete range of goods and offers a discounted price, which is guaranteed to satisfy you."

"My lord, my Shunda Commercial Bank price is the largest in Beijing. I can find any thing you want for you!"

"Sir, just say what you want, I will definitely give you the lowest price!"

Looking at the merchants who were surrounded like a group of little bees, Yang Laishun couldn't help feeling a little panicked. He was originally just an honest and honest ordinary person and had never seen any big world. Logically speaking, such people are not suitable for business. However, Yang Laishun has followed Yang Feng for more than half a year and has seen many markets. In addition, he is honest and honest, so Yang Feng believes that it is the most appropriate to let him take charge.

Although he was a little panicked, Yang Laishun still insisted on calming himself as he said: "Don't squeeze, our army from Nanjing Jiangning Guards will go to Liaodong to fight the Tartars. Now he has come to the capital to purchase grain and grass. We will find a place to sit down later. I will send you the quantity and types of grain and grass we want to purchase. After you have read it, you can quote a price to us. We will publicize the prices you quote one by one, and then select a cheapest-price shop to place an order with them. What do you think?"

“Huh?”

The merchants looked at each other and thought that this method was very fair. It was obvious how much the price was for everyone to offer, and there was no need to worry about someone operating in secret. Some people were relieved, but some people's eyes flashed, as if they were thinking about something else, but Yang Laishun began to warn again.

"Also, don't think about opening the lowest price to squeeze out other people, and then using inferior products to make bad money. Our adults said that we are not short of money, but those who use old rice, moldy rice, and mix rice bran or sand into rice will never tolerate them. If they are discovered, the knife in our hands will not recognize people!"

As soon as Yang Laishun's words came out, many grain merchants who were thinking were heartbroken. Using inferior products as good as good as good food to mix sand into grain is the only way for merchants to make money. If you do this, let us make money like this.

Not to mention the depressed grain merchants, the boring old and young men in the capital don’t care about these things. What they are most interested in now are the young and strong men and more than a dozen soldiers who followed Yang Laishun. First of all, the clothes of the young and strong men in the capital make the young and young men in the capital lit up.

These young and strong men are all over 18 years old and 35 years old. They dare not say that they are strong, but at least they are not old, weak, sick and disabled. These people are all wearing three-color camouflage uniforms and wearing a pair of green old 50-style liberation shoes on their feet. These liberation shoes were specially purchased by Yang Feng from the manufacturer in large quantities. There is only one reason for purchasing this old liberation shoes, that is, because it is cheap, and one pair costs only ten yuan. Therefore, Yang Feng purchased 100,000 pairs at one time to distribute them to the military households of Jiangning Guards, Zhuang Dings and young and strong people in the logistics camp.

Of course, those soldiers who need to undertake combat tasks are not wearing such shoes. Yang Feng naturally has to look at the combat forces in a different way. These people wear more wear-resistant and beautiful training boots. The purchase price of these training boots is seven or eight times that of old-fashioned Liberation Shoes. So there is an interesting thing in Jiangning Guards, that is, the easiest way to distinguish whether a person is a sergeant is to see what shoes he is wearing. Anyone who wears high-top training boots is a sergeant, and the other hand, it is a Zhuang Ding, a military household or a baggage soldier.

A dress of old-fashioned camouflage uniform and old-fashioned liberation shoes. If this outfit was taken in 2006, it would naturally be a waste of money. It was a dress of migrant workers who entered the city. However, the outfit of the Ming Dynasty was more than 300 years ago was too trendy. Today, most people in the Ming Dynasty are wearing heavy and unsightly cloth shoes, even straw sandals that are harsh and uncomfortable. Never have you seen such light rubber shoes? They have never seen the material of the shoes.

At first, after distributing these shoes and clothes, many people even kept them and were reluctant to wear them. On weekdays, they still wore their own stinging straw sandals and heavy cloth shoes. Only during festivals did they have such light rubber shoes on the boat. Later, after the Jiefang shoes were generally opened, the Zhuang Ding of Jiangningwei began to wear them. Before this departure, Yang Feng gave each baggage soldier who followed the army to the front line a set of camouflage uniforms and a pair of shoes as a reward for them.

Now these baggage soldiers were wearing such uniform clothes in Beijing, and immediately caught a lot of attention when they stood in Beijing. The Beijing men who claimed to be knowledgeable were immediately stunned. The soldiers from Nanjing were all in green clothes and unknown green shoes on their feet, which was simply green. Look at the soldiers standing behind Yang Laishun, except for the shoes on their feet and the helmets on their heads, they were almost the same as those young and strong.

Seeing this, I don’t know who started calling out the nickname of the Green Skin Army. Soon the nickname of the Green Skin Army spread in the market. Many people who had nothing to do ran to the market to see the rare Western scenery, which surrounded the entire market for a while.

The grain purchase plan that day was still very smooth. Yang Laishun purchased a total of 2,500 stones of grain and forage, and also purchased more than 200 fat pigs. Due to too many things, they could not complete the trucks they brought, so Yang Laishun had to bring back part of them first, and the rest was sent to the military camp the next day. After two days of busyness, the material replenishment plan was finally completed.

In the hot summer, in a small courtyard in Toutiao Hutong, Huitongbeiguan, an inner city, a middle-aged man wearing a light green casual dress and a pair of thick-soled official boots, about fifty years old, with a serene face, was sitting under the grape trellis holding a book and watching slowly. On the stone table in front of him, there was a pot of fragrant tea and a tea cup, which seemed extremely leisurely.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties dressed in a servant came over and said respectfully: "Master, this is a post sent by the commander of Jiangning Guard, Lord Yang. Please go out of the city to meet with the army and prepare to follow the army to help Liaodong."

This middle-aged man was not someone else, but was Xiong Tingbi, the former Liaodong governor who had just been revived a few days before he was dismissed from office and was idle.

Xiong Tingbi raised his head and stretched his waist and laughed. He kept the book in his hand on the stone table. "Yang Feng finally waited. I hope he won't let me down, otherwise I will really impeach him. Let's go... we will meet this Lord Yang!" After that, he stood up and strode outside.

"Master, wait, we have to clean up the things!" The servant was a little anxious and shouted at Xiong Tingbi who had already walked to the door.

Xiong Tingbi's voice came from outside the door: "What are you going to do? Just bring our official seals and official documents with you. If you lack something, let's ask that Lord Yang. I believe he is willing to give me this face! By the way, tell the lady and say that I don't have time to say goodbye to her, and just write a letter to me if I have anything to do."

Xiong Tingbi, who was in a hurry, came to the military camp outside Zuoanmen with only one servant and two war horses in a simple manner. Looking at the neatly arranged tents, rows of horses and rows of dug trenches outside Zuoanmen, he couldn't help but frown, and a trace of confusion appeared on his face.

When they walked to the gate of the camp, they saw two rows of soldiers standing straight and solemnly standing at the door with a musket in hand, holding muskets, all wearing armor, and solemn faces. Xiong Tingbi exclaimed softly, "These soldiers are so energetic."

Although Xiong Tingbi is also a civil servant, he has fought in Liaodong as the governor of Liaodong. Naturally, he is not comparable to those civil servants who only know how to talk and have a high eye. He can see at a glance that the soldiers in front of him are not only well-equipped, but also very likely have experienced blood in wars.

"These soldiers seem to have seen elite blood. Yang Feng is really good at training troops!"

Xiong Tingbi is naturally very clear about the situation of the guards in the Ming Dynasty. Although he had heard of Yang Feng's deeds before and was very clear about his extermination of Japanese pirates and even fighting with Xu Hongji's servants, he still retained the combat effectiveness of Jiangning Guards. In his opinion, the two battles that Jiangning Guards had won could not reflect their true strength.

After all, one of the two battles fought by Jiangning Guards was against the Japanese pirates. Many people expressed doubts about the combat effectiveness of the Japanese pirates. Another battle was against the battalions in Nanjing, which was even more nonsense. Almost all those who had been on the Nine Sides would subconsciously despise them, so this directly affected Xiong Tingbi's judgment on the combat effectiveness of the Jiangning Guards' army. However, when he saw Xiong Tingbi today, he felt that his previous judgment seemed a bit too arbitrary.

"Stop, do not break in the important areas of the military camp. If you accidentally come here, please retreat quickly. If you come for official business, please present official documents or official seals!" When Xiong Tingbi and his servant led their horses to the gate of the camp, an officer stopped them.

Xiong Tingbi looked at the officer. He was about twenty-five or six years old, with a burly figure and a rosy complexion. The same was true for the soldiers standing behind him. Obviously, these soldiers were very nutritious on weekdays, and this discovery made him even more curious about Yang Feng.

He stroked his beard and said to the officer: "This official is Xiong Tingbi, the governor of Liaodong. He is now on the order of the court to go to Liaodong with you and others. This is the official document of the Ministry of War, this is my official seal, and you can check it." After he finished speaking, he took out the official seal and a document from the bag on his waist and handed it to the officer.

After taking the official seal and official documents, the officer carefully checked it, then raised his hand and put it on his ears, and gave a strange military salute: "It turns out that he is Lord Jinglei. Lord Yang had an order before. After Lord Xiong arrives, please go directly to the Central Army tent to find him, please!"

With the officer's salute, the soldiers standing beside him holding muskets held guns in their right hands and saluted to their chests with their left hands, all of whom were solemn.

Xiong Tingbi also saw the other party's military salute, and a gleam appeared in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but laughed and walked into the military camp...
Chapter completed!