After sending Huamei, Baiminghe did not go home, which is a typical night of no return.

Wuxian is his past and present life. Bai Minghe has never been a soldier, but the man doesn't like heroes. Fan Liang told Bai Minghe a story, a story about the Ming Dynasty guarding the imperial guards. In fact, the person in the story is the person in reality, that is, Huamei's father.

A man blocked the thorn cavalry for thousands of watts and was shot into a hedgehog by countless arrows, but he did not fall down.

The frightened cavalry surrounded Huamei's father and did not dare to rush forward for a quarter of an hour.

But he had been dead for a long time, and his blood was dry.

Bai Minghe patted Fan Liang's shoulder a few times. He knew that Fan Liang's father Fan Zhong died even worse, even more tragic than Huamei's father.

"Come on, pick up the broth!" Bai Minghe raised the bowl: "Today, use soup instead of wine, it's dry."

These people have been hungry for too long, and they will not be starved to death. They have a fixed amount of food every day. But these are all strong soldiers. Each person only has one pound of food a day, which is far from enough for them to eat. Therefore, most people are only 50% full every day, so they can only stay hungry.

"That's right..." Bai Minghe suddenly said a lot of unrestrained words: "Henan Tangyin..."

Bai Minghe was just involuntarily. He didn't want to mention the battle of Tumu Fort with Fan Liang anymore. Bai Minghe believed that the tragic battle of that battle was not something he could imagine. The helplessness and despair in the hearts of many soldiers were not something that could be described in words.

Bai Minghe is telling stories, telling a storytelling that he has heard dozens of times or even hundreds of times.

Maybe Bai Minghe is not as good as the storyteller of modern times, but Bai Minghe also has his own emotions in it.

The entire quarry slowly became quiet, and people surrounded the white-famous crane layer by layer, listening to the storytelling "The Biography of Yue Fei" a person who may have been deified, and a storytelling that may not be real and legendary. But these people are not listening to historical books, they are just a story.

Bai Minghe was talking, and several people wearing Dongchang uniforms squeezed into the front row.

"The Legend of Yue Fei" is much less exciting than the famous speakers in later generations. Whether you listen to the former general, lieutenant, or soldier, you naturally like this hero. While listening to the Dongchang series, several people are still copying it quickly. The Baiminghe is like telling a story without saying anything, and there is no feeling of making a copy at all.

That night, Bai Minghe talked until late at night, until the gun picked the little trabecular king.

I still have a feeling of not being finished!

Unfortunately, Bai Minghe's voice can no longer be made, so if he continues to talk, his voice will probably be ruined.

The white-known crane did not go home and just spent the night in the tent in this quarry. Fortunately, it is not cold now in summer.

The next day, the white-known crane had not yet woken up. Xing'an appeared in front of the white-known crane like a ghost, but it scared the white-known crane very much. Xing'an smiled: "Bai Minghe, you are getting better again. Come and kneel down to accept the order!"

A big gift, followed by an order, and then a piece of paper. There are four big words written on it: Wushuang’s face!

"Long live thanks!" Bai Minghe took the paper and quickly knelt down and gave a big gift again. Having this means he had 800 private soldiers. This one was officially recognized by the royal family.

"Bai Minghe, you told the story well last night. Long lively like it, and you are allowed to ask for a reward!" Xing'an helped a white-known car with him: "Actually, the miscellaneous family also likes it. If you have time that day, you have to tell the miscellaneous family a while."

"When it comes to asking for rewards, I want to ask for one. I ask for a gift to Prince Yue, then reshape the golden body, and renovate the Yuewang Temple. If it really doesn't work, it's okay to rebuild it. Silver is not a problem. As for the candidates for the supervising, I recommend the British Duke Zhang Mao. Of course, it would be better if Long Live could seal something for the old British Duke."

Xing'an held his chin and thought for a while.

"I promised you the first half of this matter, and the second half of it is that you have to go to the British mansion in person, and ask the British Duke to say something."

"Swear allegiance?" Bai Minghe asked in a low voice.

Xing'an nodded with satisfaction: "You are the most worry-free to talk to. What are you going to do about the last time?"

Bai Minghe knew that Xing'an was talking about Wei Lizhuan, and immediately replied: "There is no hurry to do this. Just because the original charge was too small, I will punish you again according to Zhang Jie's case. Is there anyone who Xingdu wants to deal with?" Xing'an smiled and patted Bai Minghe's shoulder: "You make trouble first, and then I will push him into the well, and there will definitely be many people throwing stones!"

Both of them laughed happily and were very cold.

Gradually, Xing'an also got to know Bai Minghe. He was as good as a fool, but he was definitely worse than himself when he was ruthless. When he was 18 years old, he was a few streets away from Bai Minghe. Even now he was in charge of the East Factory, he dared not say that he was even more ruthless than Bai Minghe.

But Bai Minghe is loyal.

After slandering the British Duke once, the British Duke gave in and helped Bai Minghe. In turn, Bai Minghe thought of rewarding him if he had good things.

It was you who gave me a bowl of rice and I would give you a stone. If you gave me a knife, I would scrape you thousands of swords.

Bai Minghe sent Xing'an away and immediately went to find British Duke Zhang Mao. The little guy went to the palace to meet the saint in the afternoon. Naturally, his aides had taught what he said. Of course, the little guy alone would definitely not work, nor was it enough. The loyal memorial book was carried several baskets, and they were all military officers of the British Duke. No matter how big or small, whether it was a general or an eighth-rank lieutenant, they all sent the memorial book to him. This time, the aides of the British Duke's Mansion understood that it was time to take the team.

The next day, after the small court meeting, the imperial edict was announced to the world.

The British Duke Zhang Fu, who was solemn and righteous, was in charge of the army and was as strong as a mountain. The Sanding Jiao Nan was famous overseas. He served in four dynasties and was in charge of the imperial family, but was careful and cautious. He worked with Jian, Xia, and San Yang to assist in the government. For more than 20 years, he had a banquet in the country and was strong. He posthumously named King Dingxing, and his posthumous title was Zhonglie!

Former Minister of War..., conferred Bo, posthumous title Zhongsu!

The first five armies...

Ten people were awarded in one go, seven military officers and three civil servants, all of whom died in Tumu Fort.

Among the pardons, Fan Zhong was among the pardons, who were just pardoned, but not posthumously. Because Fan Zhong, as the general of the guard, was definitely guilty of being captured by the emperor.

After receiving the imperial edict, the little British Duke Zhang Mao ran to find Bai Minghe.

"Bai Minghe, I owe you this time!" The little guy was grateful, but he didn't give in.

Bai Minghe smiled and pulled Zhang Mao into the house: "No, how about the princess I owed you last time I paid the bill."

"No, what I owe you is what I owe you, and the princess is the princess. These are two things. So I can't pay the bill. Princess, you have to give it to me, and I just want you to pay back what I owe you in the future."

Cheng Kai took a step forward: "Mr. Bai, this matter started because of the "Biography of Yue Fei". Then it can be promoted with "Biography of Yue Fei". The British Duke's Mansion came forward and engraved and printed it into a book. When the Yuewang Temple was overhauled, the four words "loyalty to serve the country" were written in the history of the Ming Dynasty, and then the martial arts ceremony could be held again!"

"Didn't the Ming Dynasty have a martial arts exercise?" Bai Minghe didn't quite understand what Cheng Kai meant.

"No, there are martial arts in the Ming Dynasty, but there are no palace examinations for the martial arts. If Lord Bai, you can implement them well, you can get the martial arts palace examinations within five years as soon as possible. This is the real martial arts."

The chief aide of the Duke of England shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not easy, and the Ministry of Rites will not support it. Taizu has his lesson and respects Confucianism. If the martial arts and imperial examinations are placed on the same level, it will offend most of the scholars in the world. This matter should be taken slowly, and it is not practical for Lord Bai to benefit him."

"I thought of another idea, let this matter aside. Your British Duke's Mansion help me. I want some weapons, don't let those that are deprecated, and those that are outdated." Bai Minghe thought about how to explain: "This outdated meaning is, for example, if there are better ones, the old ones can still be used, but they are not easy to use."

"There are numbers of weapons in each ward."

"I buy it, they create new ones. Buy old ones at the price of new ones!"

Everyone present wanted to say, Bai Minghe, have you gotten into the head? You can get such conditions. Are you so much money and have nowhere to spend it?

"Take it serious?" No matter how suspicious he was, he still confirmed it again.

"Terms are delivered by one hand and bank payments are paid in the other hand. But the money has not been enough recently, so pay the gold!"

"If you dare to ask for it, my young master took over this business. But Wansui said, you should pay the money for the Yuewang Temple, and you should give it to me together." Zhang Mao reached out and asked for the money.

Bai Minghe laughed: "You are stupid. You can build the Yuewang Temple with silver. It is a blessing from God. It is a blessing from many lifetimes. Just speak up and I don't care if you want. I will empty my Bai Minghe's house." Bai Minghe was stunned by Zhang Mao's words. Think about it carefully. This is really a big thing to leave blessings for your descendants.

"I don't care. I don't have that many British Duke's Mansion, you can make a big splash."

"Sure, I will pay you and you will work hard. It's also my big deal, but I'll leave a small name for me on the stone tablet I made. This is not an exaggeration!"

Zhang Mao agreed without thinking. Even a few staff members would not interrupt such a trivial matter.

But they all knew that being able to build the Yuewang Temple was really a blessing given by God, and most people would not have the chance to intervene.

Before Zhang Mao left, he mysteriously told Bai Minghe: "There is a big surprise waiting for you. You will know about the grand ceremony on the ninth day of the lunar month. You don't need to thank me for this matter. I am just a good move."

The grand court meeting is the day after tomorrow.

After counting the time, Bai Minghe has been in the capital for seven days. However, the things that have been fulfilling these days are still very fulfilling. The only thing that makes Bai Minghe uneasy is that Gao Gu has not taken action yet. Are they waiting for Shi Heng to enter the capital?

According to reliable information, if Shi Heng is fast, he will enter Beijing on the ninth day of the lunar month, and he will be slow on the tenth day of the lunar month.

Bai Minghe did not participate in the auction in the capital. He had no interest in this kind of thing. He just released the news that he had six words written by Long Live in his hand, which were used to reward specific merchants. At least two will be rewarded at this auction.
Chapter completed!