My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

Chapter 16 Be courteous when you have nothing to do

fifteen,

Pei County is heavily plagued by bandits, and the suppression of bandits still needs to be suppressed.

It is said that before my father's troops came in, banditry was so prevalent in the Xuzhou area that there were bandits in every village.

Foreign missionaries once wrote an article in the newspaper, saying that being a bandit here is like doing other livelihoods.In some families, the profession of banditry is passed down from generation to generation.Therefore, some people are born bandits, and the whole village knows that he is no different from ordinary Zhuang Han who plows the fields and eats the harvest, and they can live in peace with each other.

The more banditry there is, the more "encircles" there will be.This was self-raised and built by the village. Earth walls were built outside the town to protect it, and gun towers were set up at the four corners.There are hundreds of such villages in the local area.The common people and residents made fortress defenses, and the firepower should not be underestimated. There were not only knives, guns, swords and halberds, but also earthen firearms and barrels.

My dad said they still had guns.

He said that the guns and ammunition purchased privately by the township regiment from foreigners in the following collections are actually hundreds of times more than those stored in the Tongshan County Ordnance Department.The old man expressed his righteous indignation: I, the warlord, can't just ignore it!If you don't care about it, these security regiments will have more cannons than Lao Tzu's artillery battalion.

Commander Cao Yu, Commander-in-Chief Cao: The bandits must be suppressed. After the bandits are suppressed, the village security regiments must be disbanded on the spot, and the weapons left behind should be confiscated, and they will be under the unified management of the Beijing government from then on.

This time, according to Zhang Wensheng's usual method, he spent a lot of money to publish news. Several major newspapers in the southeast published the big-character news of "The Superintendent Cao Yu personally conquered Xu Haiqing to suppress the banditry" every day, and another small print publicly published "Xuhai District Township Regiment Suppresses Bandits" Reward and Punishment Measures", and ordered local township regiments to participate in the suppression of bandits.

President Yuan Da also sent a letter, earnestly teaching and encouraging.

The old man in my family has not even started his career yet, and he has already received many praises and reputations from all over the world.

However, locally it is different.It is said that when the Zhenwu Army announced the suppression of bandits, hundreds of villages in the four towns and eight towns should have greeted each other with drums and gongs, instead of the current situation where every house and village are closed. In ordinary villages, everyone guards the perimeter tightly, the local cannons and foreign guns are loaded, and the soldiers are deployed with burning smoke, which is completely ready for battle.

Shen Weiren told me that since my father published in the newspaper announcing that he would suppress bandits, Jing'an Market was closed.For several days in a row, there were complaints and complaints, and I hope that the old man has earned enough reputation and quickly die down and stop making troubles.

I said: Isn't suppressing bandits a good thing?

Shen Weiren said: "There have been bandits here since before Nianzi rebelled, and now in some Zhuangzi gatherings, bandits are people, and people are bandits, and those who are not bandits are also associated with bandits."The commander-in-chief went down, uprooted, and incorporated all the township regiments, and they were all forced to be his people. How could there be no local complaints.

I thought for a while and said: Got it, the old man is equivalent to robbing both sides of the opposite house, he is more ruthless than a bandit.

Shen Weiren crouched down in front of me with his head in his arms: Young commander, you said this all, but I didn't say anything!

He was scared to death, but I was happy in my heart.How could my dad send Zhang Wensheng to the front line to do such good things as grabbing guns, robbing food and collecting stolen money? No wonder he wanted to take the lead and go by himself, leaving the surname Zhang to use his expertise in Jiulishan to account for him.

Once the old man is gone, I'll be at home again!I'm going to go to the barracks to talk to my brother Sheng by candlelight at night, and follow his words, and continue to chat about my fate.

He refused to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was given to him before, so I thought to myself that he might be indifferent, so I changed the way to give him food at night from now on.Regardless of whether he worked overtime or not, even if he had slept for an hour or two, he would still wake him up for supper.

Because I was afraid that he would think it was too little, and I would not be generous enough, so I gradually changed from giving the whole cage of steamed buns to giving the whole roast lamb.

At first he was very resistant, absolutely not eating a bite, after half a month, he had resigned himself to his fate, and it was said that because he didn't want to see me, he sent Shen Weiren to send me a message saying that he couldn't eat a sheep in one night, so don't waste it.Before eating, I also had fun with the generals and helped those in need.From now on, whenever he wanted to eat anything, he would never dare to hide it from the young marshal, and would immediately ask someone to ask for it.I also ask the young marshal to take away his magical powers and give him a peaceful sleep, so that everyone can have a long and prosperous future.

He was afraid that I would miss the meaning, so he asked Shen Weiren to learn it again, and wrote me a letter, which was solemnly wrapped in kraft paper, and even sealed with wax varnish, obviously because he was afraid that Shen Weiren would peek at it.

I waved Shen Weiren away, ran to the study alone and turned on the light, and opened the package in front of the light.

He is so lazy, there is another piece of writing paper inside, and there are only six big characters: don't give it away, don't eat it.

sixteen,

My dad keeps me in check, mainly not to teach me to walk around outside alone, but he doesn't let me send out money.What to buy, what is good, he can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't ask at all.

In fact, since Miss Tong came back, the next day I asked Shen Weiren to run errands and ordered a brand new foreign coat for Zhang Wensheng at a tailor in Shanghai.He even bought him a gold watch.

If there is no price and no market, there is no goods at all, and I am willing to send the car.

Adding money to urge work, the coat arrived in only half a month.

It just so happened that my father went to suppress the bandits, and the vanguard had already set off for Pei County. I was free, so I no longer let others do it for me. I brought my wrapped clothes and watch, drove my father’s car, and went to the camp. Find Zhang Wensheng.

When we arrived, the sun was setting and the east wind was warm. The fly in the ointment was that it was a bit hot.

The car is the pass, and the guards immediately stand at attention and salute when they see it.I drove all the way to Zhang Wensheng's tent without hindrance, and even honked the horn twice to tell him I'm coming!

It's a pity that this "General Adjutant" and "Director of Battalion Affairs" are very airy. He has clearly heard the movement, and there are guards who ran to report it, but he still hides in the big tent and does not come out to meet me.So I had to go in and see him myself.

I waved my hand and said to the soldiers: Don't follow me anymore, I will discuss something important with Adjutant Zhang.

At this time, it was already dark in the barracks. There was no electricity in Jiuli Mountain, and the camp was still lit by torches and oil lamps.The same is true in Zhang Wensheng's tent, where several kerosene-burning lanterns are lit.

The flames were dim, and some corners could not be seen clearly.On Zhang Wensheng's official case, because he needed to write something, he put an extra light on it, which made it much brighter. He was working at his desk, and I was honking my horn outside, but he remained ruthless and refused to even lift his head.

I strode in with the gift box in my arms and shouted: Guess what I brought for you!

It's strange, when this person heard such an unusual sentence, he trembled as if he had touched a copper wire.He looked up at me in a very scary way.

In the dim yellow light of the kerosene lamp, for a moment, I saw his eyes glowing brightly, showing a very eager look.

The next second when he saw clearly that it was me, the radiance on his face suddenly dissipated, his head lowered again, and his voice was quite impatient: It's you!

Is this... is there something wrong with me?

I went straight to him and put the box on the ledger and the pile of documents: Adjutant Zhang, I brought a coat for you.

Zhang Wensheng didn't regain the spirit he had before, he opened the box very tiredly, glanced at it and closed it again, and said listlessly: "Young commander is interested, today Lixia, send me a wheat wool coat."

I said: The tailors in Shanghai are too slow, and it will be Lixia in a blink of an eye.It's still cold at night, otherwise you should keep it as a quilt first.

I thought that Zhang Wensheng's attitude was so cold that he might have to decline with me first.Unexpectedly, in order to drive me away as soon as possible, he didn't say a word of nonsense, he directly reached out to take the coat gift box, stuffed it under the table, and replied in a neutral tone: "It's fine, thank you, young commander."

After delivering the coat, we were completely silent.

Zhang Wensheng sat there and wrote a letter with a pen in his head. He was answering someone's letter for my father, and there was a letter from someone beside him for reference.I rubbed over to try to read what he wrote, but he raised his hand to block it, and then picked up the lantern and moved to a position so that I wouldn't block his light.

Only the headline reads "Mr. Changsu, Dear Brother and Deacon".I thought about it, and guessed that it was a polite letter to Kang Nanhai, so I didn't take it seriously, and didn't plan to peek any more, so I simply took a step back, copied an account book and flipped it over in my hand.

This "Director Zhang" screwed up the pen, reached out and snatched the ledger back.He pointed to a Maza next to him and said, "Sit down."

I said: Adjutant Zhang, are you ordering me?

Mr. Zhang sighed, still pointing at the Maza, and said, "Young commander, please sit up."

I moved a few steps to Na Maza and said: This is not too bad.In fact, I don't really want to sit down, and you don't talk to me, and I'm so bored, I might as well walk around.

Zhang Wensheng raised his voice and said: You can either go or sit.

I quickly sat down.

He picked up his pen and began to write again.I took the opportunity to say again: I also ordered the cook to stew chicken soup tonight, and Shen Weiren will send it over when it is ready.It's not too late, you haven't had dinner yet, and you won't be too late to sleep.I'll have dinner with you here later.

With a snap, Zhang Wensheng's pen fell on the table.

He lay down all over, buried his face on the letter paper, clenched his hands into fists, and pressed tightly against the desk.I have seen his skills before, and I was very worried that he would suddenly attack and smash the whole table, so I hurriedly persuaded: "Don't worry, the old hen soup is better, and it takes several hours to stew, so I didn't Bring it with you.

Zhang Wensheng took a long breath. I saw his body arched and then relaxed, and then he raised his head properly. Apart from his pale and miserable complexion, there was no other serious problem for the time being.

He turned his head and looked at me: What other tricks did the young commander not use?

I took out the pocket watch with a gold case from my pocket, and as soon as I let go of my fingers, it slid down the chain, swinging from side to side like a pendulum, shining golden light.

And I am very proud: there are!This is for you too!Take time to go, never go wrong!

Zhang Wensheng's eyes widened a little.It's obvious that most of the time he doesn't look like this, so I can see the change.I found that he was interested in gold watches, and maybe he was a little interested in what I just said.Of course, in my opinion, this possibility is unlikely.

He actually took the pocket watch readily, opened it for a look, then closed it and turned it over for a look.

I like this very much.He said.

Thanks to the good gift, his attitude softened a lot.He sat on the chair, clutched the pocket watch in his hand, opened it and closed it, opened it and closed it...

I heard him calling my name: Cao Shiyue...

It's so rare that I finally didn't call me "Young Marshal" with a gun and a stick.I quickly responded: Hey, Brother Sheng.

Unexpectedly, he went on to say: You tell me the truth—has your father checked it out, and where did I come from?

I froze for a moment.

Mainly, I have never thought about whether my father really trusts Zhang Wensheng.I'm not Zhang Wensheng, I'm my father's biological son, he doesn't have to doubt me, and I don't have to doubt him either.Even if he has always misunderstood that I have concealed something about Boss Bai, and I can't tell him clearly about this matter, I don't have to worry that he will turn his face because of this and ask someone to drag me out to behead or shoot me.

Even if he could get Zhang Wensheng to write a reply to the important person's close friend for him, he might change his mind at any time and shoot the person surnamed Zhang directly.

I thought Zhang Wensheng might have been worried about this all the time, so he said comfortingly: You are a living immortal from time travel, even if my dad finds out, he can't do anything to you.Didn't you always hold that space-time locator?

Zhang Wensheng pondered for a few seconds, pushed the letter paper, looked at me and said: Cao Shiyue, sometimes you are a jerk, and sometimes you look very decent.When you get better, sometimes you look like a person... a very powerful and capable person.

I nodded: it's normal for me to be like my dad, I'm his own son.

Zhang Wensheng shook his head lightly and said: The person I am talking about is not your father, but my teacher.He is the one who taught me to time travel, for... Without him, I wouldn't come here, and I wouldn't know you.

He lowered his head, I thought he didn't want to talk anymore, but who knew that he lowered his head to look at the overcoat that could no longer be worn by Lixia.He pointed to the coat gift box and said to me: My teacher also sent me clothes and meals.It’s not just for me...he is very good to all the students, he is a teacher.And he doesn't have a family, and I don't have a family, so I feel like he's like my dad.

I said: You are already very good, is your teacher even better?

Zhang Wensheng said: "The person who can save my life, do you think it is amazing?"

At this point, he stopped, and sure enough he stopped again.I really wanted to know who his teacher was and what kind of person he was, but I was afraid of offending him, and he refused to answer when I asked for it, so I had to learn to be knowledgeable and refrained from asking.

At about this time, probably God didn't want to tire this living fairy who had been writing letters, suddenly there was a commotion outside the camp, and we all heard the sound of guns and guns.