"Very good, has the title of First Army been decided?"

"Since the subordinates are the general manager of the camp and field and the subordinates are all mine managers, then they should be called the Tulong Army." Zheng Yunming replied sarcastically.

Zhao Fan just thought that he didn't understand this sarcasm with soft thorns at all, and said casually: "Although the name is not majestic, it is still simple and unpretentious. For example, the weaving and dyeing households under the command of the commander will prepare you the flags and the array flags. If you go down to prepare other large and small flags, you must use sufficient materials to avoid losing face to the army and horses of Jinghu when you go to battle."

Zheng Yunming said his promise and bowed and bowed to leave.

When his figure disappeared outside the shadow wall at the entrance of the yamen, Zhao Fan said to the person behind the screen: "Luo Gong, what do you think of Zheng Guanren?"

Luo Jian slowly walked out of the screen and pondered: "Faced with such almost provocative conditions, he still accepted them all. Not only does this not have any arrogance, but it is a bit too humble."

"This young boy's skill in nourishing energy is even better than his father back then." Zhao Fan sighed, and suddenly changed his tone: "All the fields under the military farming chief will be assigned to him near Jiangling. Don't leave them at all for Zheng Guanren in the north."

Luo Jian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The commander wants to save Zheng Guanren's life, and transfer him far away when the war is fought and prevent him from participating in the war to make trouble. Why do you have to come up with such an independent way? Since the founding of the State Dynasty, only the general and the commander of the camp and field commander are in charge, so how can the general manager of the camp and field commander lead the troops?"

"After all, Mr. Luo doesn't know anything. According to Mr. Zheng, this little Zheng official, although he is calm and cautious by nature, he is always good at talking about military affairs. He usually uses small puppets to set up troops and talk about military tactics at home. There is no doubt that he is a person who likes to talk about military tactics. The young man is arrogant and is the first time he is commanding a team of thousands of people. How could he miss the opportunity to spread his life? At the same time, he will definitely go to the front line to make trouble. If he really gives him the title of military and horse chief, he is a real military minister and will not accept the orders of the outside king. Besides, the prime minister and the young master lead the troops, how could he take me, a mere local official? If the general is disrupted, it would be a trivial matter if he dies. I am afraid that the overall situation will be broken and he will never be saved."

"That is why the general was so ingenious that he gave him a civil servant position. Don't say that he is a military official, even ordinary county magistrates may have overwhelmed him in actual power." Luo Jian suddenly realized.

"How much combat effectiveness can the military farmer retain when throwing him to Jiangling to farm? At the beginning of the war, he had to transfer all the people in his hands by just a document from the commander. With his position, he could not have any complaints." Zhao Fan's lips raised: "This is a plan to remove the firewood from the cauldron."

Luo Jian bowed and congratulated: "It is a blessing for the country to use this plan by the commander."

"Is it a blessing for the country..." Zhao Fan smiled bitterly: "As long as this little official can really restrain his mind and plant his fields for a few years, it will be the happiness of the entire Jinghu Lake."

As soon as Zheng Yunming stepped out of the yamen of the commander, he was pressed against his back by a hard object.

"Don't look back." The sound was as clear and pleasant as when we first met, but it was so low that it was impossible to hear it without any attention.

"Go forward one hundred steps to the left pass at the entrance of the alley, start the third courtyard, the door is not locked, push the door in, I will follow you behind you, remember, don't look back."

The hard object behind him moved away. Zheng Yunming sighed lightly, obediently followed Shi Wenhu's instructions, walked to the entrance of the alley, turned left and pushed the door into the third courtyard.

Shortly afterwards, a small farmer dressed in a torn and wearing a hat rushed in. His dirty face covered his eyes widened and he whispered: "There is a secret passage in the west wing, follow me."

Shi Wenhu took Zheng Yunming into the west wing room, walked directly to the Eight Immortals table, and reached out to turn one of the table feet of the Eight Immortals table. The bluestone floor slammed into a crack, revealing a secret passage.

"From here, you can go directly to Changchun Inn three streets away. Let's go down." Shi Wenhu picked up the oil lamp from the table, turned around and took out the charcoal under the kitchen and lit it, signaling Zheng Yunming to go down.

The dark tunnel was narrow and long, and the faint fragrance of the girl was faintly heard from the wet and hot air. Zheng Yun followed Shi Wenhu silently, fortunately, the tunnel was originally dark and he could not see his embarrassing appearance.

"They were ready to take action just now." Shi Wenhu said as he walked: "The original plan was to tie you up and smuggle you out of the city overnight and catch up with the caravan heading north that would set out tomorrow morning. In ten days, you will be locked in the prison in Bianliang."

"In broad daylight, kidnapped the imperial officials at the entrance of the government office?" Zheng Yunming concluded that Shi Wenhu was talking nonsense: "How is this possible?"

Shi Wenhu suddenly turned around and stared at Zheng Yunming with sharp eyes: "Fifteen years ago, in Khwarezm, a great country thousands of miles away from the Central Plains, the Mongolian army was approaching. The famous city in the northeast was martial law in the whole city. Soldiers searched from house to house in the city. Anyone who was not registered in this city, who was beheaded, and then closed the city gate and melted iron juice to pour the cracks. Send people to patrol day and night on the city wall. As long as people are not wearing the Khwarezm flag, no matter who is the one, they shoot immediately."

"Then, on a night in the sky, the heads of Barihei's guardians, civil guards and the main officials in the city disappeared. Barihei's city, who was scared by this fact, immediately surrendered to the Mongols."

"Do you know how dangerous you are now?" Shi Wenhu turned his head and held the oil lamp and continued to move forward: "But don't worry, with me for one day, the Tartars will not succeed so easily."

The two walked straight into the firewood of Changchun Inn through the tunnel. Shi Wenhu pushed open the door and saw a slender man standing outside the door.

"According to the pace, you're a little slower." The man's thin face showed a look of surprise: "Damn, you're a woman! I never thought of this! No wonder the sword was weak immediately and could not kill me off the horse."

Shi Wenhu's face changed suddenly, and he pulled out a sparkling dagger from his sleeve and stopped him in front of Zheng Yunming.'

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to fight." The thin man was still calm and composed, not as if he was about to prepare for a fierce battle: "I'm just here to see what kind of powerful character is he who has obstructed me several times?"

Shi Wenhu held the dagger in front of him and put his feet on the door: "You are kind, I'm a little girl!"

"Hmph, but there are really no one in the Southern people. Can you leave such a big thing as a spy to a woman?"

"I heard that there are not many women in this field in the north, such as Liu Boluo, Shinali, and Xuelian..." Shi Wenhu was focused on the enemy, but hesitated to fight with the enemy without any hesitation.

"Hmph, ignorant women are unhappy in doing things, and they are just greedy for convenience..." The thin man looked down on the beautiful Mongolian spies who were active on the front line and said calmly: "Seeing that you are so young, you are probably not doing this job for a long time. Go back as soon as possible and find someone to marry soon. The next one is the war between men, and you can't stay there."

Shi Wenhu changed the dagger in a different position and said, "Looking at how thin you are, you probably haven't been in this job for a long time. Go back and hide in your mother's arms earlier, and your aunt will not be so polite in the war next time."

The thin man smiled helplessly and said, "You guys go quickly, Shaoshi Wuying's subordinates are about to arrive, it should be after the thirty."

Zheng Yun exclaimed: "Aren't you here to kidnap me?"

"Only idiots like Vultures will come up with any way to kidnap, for me," the thin man shrugged: "The longer a rich young man like you stayed in the Southern Dynasties army, the more benefits it would be for the Khan."

Shi Wenhu snorted, led Zheng Yunming to turn his head and pass through the inn, and came to the crowded street.

"It was really thrilling just now..." Zheng Yunming was just talking when he saw Shi Wenhu covering his stomach and slowly squatted down with a painful expression.

"What's going on? Where did you get hurt?" Zheng Yunming was shocked. He ignored the defenses of men and women and reached out to support him.

Shi Wenhu blushed and opened Zheng Yunming's arm with a bang, saying, "No...what is it...when I get nervous... I will have stomachache...any old problem..."

"So..." Zheng Yunming also squatted down: "Stomach pain is not a big deal. My mother has a secret recipe that will work in a while. You can wait." As he said that, he stood up and squeezed into a group of people gathered on the street.

After a while, he ran back with two hot shiba cakes in his hand and put them in Shi Wenhu's hand: "Come on, put them a little below the mouth of his heart. The heat will warm your stomach and relieve all the pain."

Shi Wenhu gently placed the shiba cake under his heart, and the warm feeling spread little by little in his arms.

"It's obvious that you have physical problems, but you like to come out to meddle in these other people's business." Zheng Yunming squatted beside him and sighed softly: "It's enough for us men to worry about national affairs. Why do you have to work so hard as a girl?"

Shi Wenhu made a face: "The national affairs are important, just worry about those of us who know how to do Kung Fu. Why do you want a white-faced scholar to lead troops?"

"Do you know too?" Zheng Yunming laughed: "To be honest, I really don't know what to do. I have learned the Four Books and Five Classics in my life, and I can only deal with Mao Zhizi every day. Suddenly, I have to manage the food, drink, accommodation and transportation of 5,000 people, and teach them how to get a glimmer of life on the battlefield. Every night I wake up in a nightmare, and dream about the scene of a military army running out and blood flowing all over the earth."

Shi Wenhu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I haven't tried it myself, how can I know it's not possible? Isn't Zhuge Liang also a scholar, and Is Li Jing also a scholar, why can't you?"

"Strictly speaking, Zhuge Liang is a hermit, Li Jing is a prisoner..." Zheng Yunming complained seriously: "But it's useless to say that these are useless. We will set off tomorrow. Everyone is already waiting for us to go back in Huangzhou. The recruitment will begin soon."

(Dear readers, please give me some encouragement, and it will be more exciting next)
Chapter completed!