Time quietly entered the sixth year of Wanli. Li Fan came to the first New Year's Eve of the Ming Dynasty, and spent the Xishan Workshop District.

Li Fan also knew that in ancient times people celebrated the Lantern Festival, which was the Lantern Festival in later generations. The Spring Festival, New Year's Eve, was today officially established during the Republic of China.

But Li Fan didn't care. New Year's Eve was his nostalgia for future generations. Regardless of whether people were willing or not, the order for New Year's Eve was still conveyed.

The welfare of 30 kilograms of rice and 5 kilograms of meat for each household soon made the Xishan Workshop District lively, and it was filled with laughter and joy everywhere.

Even the people living in the capital envied the welfare of Xishan Workshop District. Many people call them "local buns", but the people in Xishan Workshop District don't care because they have meat to eat!

Just after afternoon, a team of more than a dozen riders appeared not far from the workshop area. They were all covered in dust, as if they had been rushing a long way.

"Major General! What did you think of the Grand Marshal? Why did you get you into Anshan Post? What is the best thing for a broken postmaster? You have to travel thousands of miles to the capital..."

A man with a scar on his face still chattered endlessly even under the cold wind.

"What do you know!" a young man of twenty-seven or eight years old scolded him.

"This time, Your Majesty will take back the post station, and all postmen will be the emperor's personal army in the future!

You can make a name for yourself by seizing the opportunity. Don’t you understand such a simple truth?”

The words of the young people did not move the knights. In their opinion, the postmen will always be postmen, so what if they are taken back to the royal family?

When I saw the officials who passed, I was still timid and couldn't understand why the general wanted to use his connections to turn the major general into a postman.

The young man couldn't understand it, but the motivation for him to be a postman was that person. Even if he could become a postman, how could he fall behind?

The group was very fast and reached the foot of the West Mountain in less than a quarter of an hour. When they led the horse forward slowly, they all opened their eyes unconsciously.

Everything here is different from what they imagined. There are large blue brick houses everywhere. The ground at the feet is not like stones, but it is extremely hard.

Although the people's clothes were worn, they were very clean. Their faces were rosy and there was no dish. The most important thing was that their faces were unconsciously filled with a confident smile.

Are all the people in the capital so rich?

"Happy New Year!"

The young man was awakened by a greeting when he looked at everything around him.

Happy New Year?

Although he was a little confused, the young man still imitated the passing people, clasped his fists and returned the gift, and said, "Happy New Year!"

"Major General! The little one just tried it with weapons. The ground is comparable to a stone. There is only one white dot when you poke it hard.

If this thing is used to build a city wall, no matter how many barbarians are, they will not be able to break it!"

Scar whispered beside the young general.

At this moment, an old man in his fifties came towards him. The old man greeted them and said, "What's the point of doing when you go to the West Mountain?"

"I'm here to go to Li Rusong! Anshan Post Office Chief, these are all postmen. How dare you ask the boss? " Li Rusong hurriedly clasped his fists and said.

"Sehipman! You are here right. Xishan is celebrating the Chinese New Year. There is enough steamed buns and stewed meat!" The old man said, taking Li Rusong and his party to one side.

After walking out of the Xishan Workshop area, Li Rusong saw a piece of blue bricks and red tiles in the distance. Before he could get close, he heard the noise inside.

The old man came to the barracks and shouted loudly to it: "Mr. Qi! Another postman is here to report it, come and take it!"

When Li Rusong heard the three words "Mr. Qi", he couldn't help but jump.

"Here! Come! Ma Guang, you are so old, and your voice is still so loud!

You all take it easy, don't drink all the good wine!" A rough voice sounded from inside, and soon Qi Jin appeared in front of the gate.

"This one is..."

Before Ma Guang could introduce it, Qi Jin's voice suddenly raised up and shouted: "Li Rusong! You just let the great major general not do it, but you actually came to be a postman!

Hahaha!!!"

Li Rusong's face suddenly sank, raised his hand to stop the personal soldiers behind him, and replied coldly: "You are not the same? Could it be that the Qi family army is tired of being here and has come to get addicted to the postman?"

"Oh! When you are a postman, you must look like a postman. You don't look like you. When you are a postman, you must also bring a group of personal soldiers!" Qi Jin said without giving in.

Li Rusong seemed not as angry as before. He looked back at the personal soldiers behind him and said, "They are all postmen, brother Qi, don't talk nonsense!"

"Sehipman? He came just right, I just don't know if you, the major general, can bear this suffering without the servants!

Please!" After Qi Jin finished speaking, he walked into the barracks without looking back.

"Major General..." Scarface said in a low voice, and was interrupted by Li Rusong.

"We are here to be postmen. Even if Qi Jin can't find the reason, he can't help me!" After Li Rusong said that, he stepped into the barracks.

As soon as I walked into the barracks, I saw more than a hundred large round tables placed in the yard. There were wine and meat on the table, and nearly a thousand people were eating and drinking.

Looking at the steaming fat meat and smelling the rich aroma of wine, Li Rusong couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Major General! Are we here to be postmen or death soldiers? Is this how we eat every meal?" Scar drooled to the ground and asked.

"Why don't you eat this every meal and be poor for officials? Today is the Chinese New Year. You usually have enough rice, only one piece of meat, so don't think about wine!

It’s a coincidence that this is really good wine. Sit down and eat it quickly!" said a veteran in his forties, sitting down with Li Rusong and others, and said.

Have meat to eat every meal?

Not only Scar and others, but even Li Rusong showed a puzzled expression. Is this the case for the royal postman?

Looking at the delicious food on the table and smelling the intoxicating fragrance of wine, Li Rusong was full of expectations for the next life of the postman.

On that day, Li Rusong was drunk by Qi Jin, who was provoked. Qi Jin was not feeling well and was also carried back to his room by someone.

In the following days, Li Rusong felt what rigorous training was. Every morning, he would run ten miles a long distance, and in the end, a hundred people did not have breakfast.

Then there is the boring queue training, and after lunch, it will be a military posture for an hour, no matter how wind, snow and thunder are not hit.

There will be assassination training in the afternoon, and there will be only one move over and over again. The group of postmen who practiced are dying.

The supper is full, otherwise no one can hold on. Even the pine needles boiled after the meal are too hard to drink, but this is a military order, and even if it is poison, they have to pinch their noses and swallow it.

At night, this group of postmen was the most troublesome thing to learn to recognize words. If they fail to complete the requirements, they will be returned to their original homes and will never be used.

"Major General! Are we the postmen, or are we training for the dead soldiers?" After training, Scar couldn't help complaining.
Chapter completed!