"There are no such decent officials in Hutchison."

"That Cheng Fang has tens of thousands of strong men and thousands of armored men under his command. He is not walking around the Yizhou Acropolis with his hands behind his back and smiling every day, nodding and greeting people when he sees them."

"The officers also made food for the soldiers, but the soldiers started to eat after they started to act as officials."

"Damn it, people compare themselves with others, they are so angry."

Hutchison did not make the officers and soldiers equal. The class, regardless of the subjective wishes of people, exists objectively. Not to mention others, Zhang Han and those recruits with yellow teeth, bad breath, stinking feet, and sweaty bodies squeezed into a tent, eating and sleeping together. Zhang Han himself must not be very willing, and of course he can't force others.

However, the class of officers and soldiers in Hutchison is not obvious. Mainly Hutchison is still the same company, and Zhang Han has never liked to put on airs. At the same time, everyone has dividends from the company, but there are fewer soldiers and more officers. This is the difference.

After retirement, soldiers can live comfortably and with dignity.

With the promotion of cultural education courses, the most ordinary soldiers will live quite dignified, which invisibly creates a relatively equal relationship.

The Ming Dynasty had a complete personal dependence relationship. Although it was completely different from the slave relationship between the Jurchens, it was also clearly hierarchical and quite strict. A soldier had to kneel down to talk to President Qian, but President Qian also had to kneel down to talk to the guerrillas. The guerrillas had to kneel down to talk to the general, and the general had to kneel down to talk to the governor. The governor wanted to kneel down to talk to the powerful in the court, such as Wei Zhongxian, Gu Bingqian, and the emperor.

Hutchison's inner relationship is easier and more equal.

Everyone is like a long-term contract. The difference is that some people farm, some people go to business, and some people ride horses to fight for the boss. The benefits gained by the land they have won. Zhang Han, the boss, takes the biggest lead, and everyone under him has a share.

Invisibly, the internal atmosphere of Hutchison is much easier, and some of Zhang Han's rules at the beginning of the group training also had a good effect. So in the eyes of the inner court of the ancestral palace, the atmosphere of Hutchison's group training is quite enviable.

"What's going on?" Cheng Benzhi just lie down in the tent. A young man with a pretty appearance was kneading his sore legs and waist muscles. Hearing the noise outside, he had no choice but to get up and take a look. Of course, his face turned ugly.

Mr. Needing Qian stepped forward and knelt down, his whole leg was soaked in the mud and rain. Mr. Qian raised his face and replied, not caring about the rain hitting his face. Although he was quite embarrassed, he was still very respectful and kind.

"Reply to Master Zanhua, Gui Gang asked us to raise the fire and cook water, but the firewood was soaked, and there was no way to......"

"Oh, such a small matter is worth noting." Cheng Ben was irritated. It was okay to work hard during the day, but he couldn't even eat hot water or hot rice at night. This made him a little irritated.

Hundreds of people followed him, but such a small supply was not enough. Is it really impossible, or is it not the intention to perfunctory him?

Cheng Benzhi glanced at Zu Kefa with a cold look. If this Zu really dared to be so negligent, after returning, there would be some way to deal with him slowly.

The Zu family has many talents, Zu Dashou, Zu Dale and others are still qualified to talk to him. Zu Kefa is just from the birth of Neidian's surname, so he dares to win big with him?

With this look, Zu Kefa immediately realized that he had no idea of ​​watching the fun before.

At that moment, the military boots waded water in the turf and rain, wetting the hem of the robe. Zu Kefa also looked careless. When he walked to the Qianmao, Zu Kefa immediately scolded: "The oil cloth does not bring some hay with it, and the dried ones are protected from water. You can use the oil cloth to set up a tent and then use the hay to drive the fire. How much fire can't rise?"

Mr. Needing Qian had no choice but to agree. The couple's followers here were not their noses, but their faces were not their faces. They all scattered their gossips with cold faces, which made these inner courts very angry.

They usually have fine wine and fat sheep, and their superiors also regard them as their own family to support them, and they usually have to give them face.

It’s not that they change their surname and become Needin, but in fact they are much more noble than ordinary camp soldiers and military generals.

Ordinary Needs have to compare with the Hundred Houses General Banners. Even the officers of Needs, even if they were polite and guerrillas outside, they would politely hold hands and say a few intimate words. Who would have thought that this time, foreign affairs traveled out and suffered from suffering and burden, but they would have to be angry!

"Damn I really don't want to serve this job."

"Who is more delicate than who? Who is the servant of our ancestors worse than who is?"

"I can't bear it, let's bear it. They are people around the governor's army. Our chief has to see the look of the surname Cheng..."

He complained in a low voice, and at least he used Zu Kefa's method to raise the fire. Mr. Needing Qian came back to the taste and stuffed some silver for those accompanying him, which was to coax the other party. The two parties made an appointment. After returning to Ningyuan, they would find a restaurant and have a good drink to drink these unpleasant memories, and then wiped out a glass of wine.

"It's really not a errand..." He sent all the hot water, hot food and hot towels to the tent in Benzhi. Naiding Qian always felt that his whole body was sore and soft. This errand was really not easy, and it was much more difficult than fighting.

"There will be a replacement tomorrow..." Zu Kefa was not very happy either. It would be fine if everyone endured such a difficult situation. Cheng Benzhi was still so scheming. Ke Zu Kefa also knew that it would not be worth it for not offending Mr. Cheng for this small matter. If he had a dispute with Cheng Benzhi for this small matter and was not very happy, he would probably not even spare Zu Dashou after he went back.

Fortunately, there are many officers, who take turns to serve errands one by one, and fool Cheng Benzhi and the people sent by the Governor General, and they will not accumulate everyone's resentment to an irresistible level.

After finally serving these old men, it was not yet dark, and all the tents were snoring loudly.

Zu Kefa planned to take turns to send some whistle cavalry out to detect the attack, but seeing the brothers looked like they were just giving up.

This place is already near Korqin. I accidentally saw a few Mongols grazing by the day, and avoided them from afar. It is estimated that it will take some time to meet the brigade of Korqin people.

In the northwest direction is the Korqin Sandland, which is very large and few people move in the sand. In the southeast direction is the city of Grejurgen. The more they go there, the more Mongolians are, the more dense they are. Sooner or later, they will encounter dozens of small settlements of felt bags. At that time, a group of herders who are scattered grazing can be found and asked them to pass the message over.

Cheng Benzhi believed that the Mongols were not stupid. As long as they knew that the Ming envoy came, they would come out to greet them, whether they were sincere or false. After all, what the Ming envoy brought was not swords and guns, but food and silver.

With sufficient food, Cheng Benzhi and Yuan Chonghuan have sufficient confidence, which is also the greatest confidence that Cheng Benzhi dares to embark on this journey.

Even if it is Hutchison, Cheng Benzhi has quite confidently faced it. No matter how powerful Hutchison is, it is impossible to get a lot of food to win over these Beilu tribes of all sizes in a short period of time.

In the tent and in his sleep, it seemed that Cheng Benzhi also chuckled faintly.

Han Zhiban Chao seems to be just like this...

...

At dawn, the rain finally stopped.

The heavy rain for a row turned into light rain in the evening and then stopped in the middle of the night.

The sound of rain hitting the tent is like the sound of hitting the banana leaves or the sycamore leaves in the mainland. The rain gently washes everything in the world. When Zhang Xianzhong lifts the door of the tent and walks out, he feels that everything in the world has been cleaned once, all the scenery is extremely clear, and even the air becomes extremely fresh.

Many people were still dreaming when it was dawn, but the hunters and all the officers had already stood up one after another, and many had already come out of the tent.

There is soft grass underneath, but fortunately it is quite thick so that it will not be soaked in rain for a day and then step into mud.

Not far away is the tent area of ​​the foreign soldiers, which is also noisy inside. The foreign soldiers are also very hard-working. After a night of rest, they all walk out of their tent early in the morning.

Under such conditions, of course there is no way to raise the fire and cook, and there are no accompanying cooking carts and baggage soldiers. Everyone tried to cook some hot water, with canned or dried biscuits, as well as strips of pork and mutton, and some smoked duck leg meat. After simple heating, it becomes a delicacy.

Zhang Xianzhong put a can in a pile of ashes bursting with sparks, and took it out after a while. The can was already hot and hot.

Baerhu walked over from the Fanqi camp and looked at Zhang Xianzhong's canned food, with envy on his face.

"Laoba, don't be polite, come and eat with your pancakes."

The supply of the foreign cavalry is definitely not comparable to that of the hunting cavalrymen, even a thousand households are not much stronger.

These days, we have been very familiar with each other. Baerhu didn't be polite to Zhang Xianzhong. He took a few pieces of dry cakes and strode over. He sat cross-legged on the ground regardless of the water marks on the ground. He pulled out an iron spoon from the depths of his clothes, took out the braised pork cubes from Zhang Xianzhong's can and started eating.

"Good thing." Mucuo smelled the fragrance and sat around without hesitation.

A group of Hutchison officers were surrounded by other foreign cavalry officers. Those who were not in high status or had not established friendships were all keen and did not come over.

"This is considered a bird." Zhang Xianzhong looked at the foreign cavalry officers and soldiers who were swallowing saliva and shouted: "I am Lord Zhang's attendant and military officer. I will go back and say to the Lord, and transfer thousands of cans to come over, and everyone will have a share."

There were faint cheers and laughter coming from all around. The canned food of the Han people is indeed quite attractive to these foreign riders, but people are not greedy for this.

It’s spring, and all the wild beasts are coming out to move. Hunting is easy, and prey is not as difficult as it is in late winter and early spring. The river surface turns into ice and fishing is also convenient.

It is not that difficult to obtain meat. The meat in cans may be more fragrant and the cooking tastes better. But these people care about not a can of food, but a kind of recognition and acceptance.

Of course, the most important thing is dignity. Just like Baerhu and Namucuo, they want to mix with Zhang Xianzhong and eat and drink. There is no other meaning, it is just an attitude and temptation.

Zhang Xianzhong's reaction was quite satisfied with the foreign cavalry, but the spoons of these goods were also getting more and more frequent.
Chapter completed!