That night, Bai Minghe lived in Shanglinyuan without going back. Naturally, there was enough palace. You only need to clean up and use it. Bai Minghe was simple. He made people set up four new versions of Bai Minghe steel charcoal stoves, set up a chimney, set up a table, and a bed.

The white cranes are not particular, and the guards are even less particular.

They used a screen to block Bai Minghe, and then the rest of them set up beds around them and could take turns to rest.

At night, in the White Horse Pavilion.

Huaiyu knew that Bai Minghe had fainted, but Bai Minghe had not seen anyone since she woke up. I heard that she had gone to Shanglinyuan. Huaiyu packed up and prepared to go there at night. Finally, no one was blocking her and Bai Minghe, but she couldn't see anyone all day long, so the little girl felt so uncomfortable.

But what surprised Huaiyu was that the two old palace maids blocked her from the left and right.

"You!" Huaiyu was very unhappy.

Huaiyu even knew how badly the princess of the Ming Dynasty was bullied by the palace maids and eunuchs in the palace, and was about to get angry. Qinghe appeared: "Thank you two aunts."

"I dare not thank Mrs. Luck!" The two old palace maids said they were old, but in fact they were in their thirties.

They all knew very well that the only two princess in the world who dare not bully was the one in front of them, or the Princess Liyuan in the capital. Not to mention how terrible Bai Minghe was, they had to consider it just for the Zhangdong Factory.

However, the reward was quite a lot, and the two of them took good care of each other.

"I know you will run away, where is Shanglinyuan. It is now a military camp. It is a big taboo to enter the military camp casually, let alone your identity as a princess. Fortunately, I asked my two aunts to stare at you in advance, otherwise you would have really run away."

"Sister Qinghe!" Huaiyu acted coquettishly, but seeing that Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, he knew that there was no way to discuss this matter.

Qinghe comforted her: "Wait a few more days, I received a notice from Eunuch Wang. It was said that the princes meant to hold another wedding. Even if there were not so many rituals, many people would have to be invited to have a lively atmosphere. After all, I would be a princess and I could not lose my identity."

"Then..." Huaiyu's face turned red: "My brother-in-law is afraid he won't have time to decorate a new house this time."

"Sister will give you a set!" Qinghe is also alone at the moment.

Although there is a new maid, she is not very caring after all, so she can talk to Huaiyu.

Bai Minghe didn't know that Huaiyu was thinking about herself, but was just reading reports from various provinces about these soldiers and gangsters at her desk.

Bai Minghe looked at it one by one, flipping through page by page. Then he summarized the parts he saw.

The reason why these 100,000 people were sent here can be summarized into several points.

First of all, the most headache-inducing soldiers were the soldiers. They felt like they were crazy. They couldn't sleep without holding the knife every day, which was still light. It just affected their families. Then the most troublesome thing was that they couldn't listen to the things that sharpen the knife, especially the sound of knocking on the copper plate.

After hearing two voices, people will become crazy.

It can be said that most of these 100,000 people are of a type, often fighting in the garrison, and they are extremely ruthless. As long as they take action, one of them will definitely have to lie on the bed for a month.

There are also some people who are talking about the days they used to be on the battlefield, and keep shouting the names of the dead soldiers in the military camp every day. Anyone who dares to stop them will have two extreme reactions: one is to hold their heads and cry, and the other is to beat the people who stopped them.

Ten out of these people have one problem that makes the Guardians the most troublesome.

That is, the appetite is very large, and a person is three times that of an ordinary person. If he is not full and hungry, he will cause trouble, grab food, beat his boss, etc.

If it were just one or two like this, it would be beaten and locked up.

However, in every ward, the entire Ming Dynasty, there were at least 100,000 people.

Not to mention that the Baiming He is worth 100,000 yuan, even if the number of people is doubled, the various garrisons can bring these people out to Baiming He. Even their families are willing to send people.

The white-name crane has rice. It is rumored that the white-name crane has too much rice that can replace the water of the Yangtze River.

And if you send someone to Baiminghe, Baiminghe will send certain subsidies to each garrison and each family, every year, not to look at a few stones of rice, this is a considerable wealth for ordinary military households.

In addition to the above problems, there is also the most headache-inducing problem in each garrison. These people are all alcoholics, and they are deep-seated alcoholics and will go crazy when they smell alcohol. They will fight if they don’t see alcohol for a few days, and they will fight if they drink too much, and they will fight if they drink less. They will fight if they drink happily, and they will fight if they don’t drink happily.

In short, these people are just trouble, more terrible trouble than Mao Wenhu.

After writing the summary, Bai Minghe lifted the table.

"Master!" Several guards rushed in.

"I'm fine, I feel uncomfortable. I don't know if anyone can understand what I said." Bai Minghe's tone was very low and he was very unhappy. After he summed up, he recalled the neat military salute movements of those people during the day. Bai Minghe's eyes shed tears, and without knowing it, she shed a tear.

Several guards knelt on one knee: "Master!"

"Don't, get up. I'll talk to you, it doesn't matter if I don't understand. It's best to understand." Bai Minghe reached out and helped these people up. They sent them from the palace and their lives were connected with him. According to the Ming Dynasty's inner palace regulations, if Bai Minghe died unexpectedly, they would definitely not be able to survive. This is an iron rule.

Bai Minghe trusts these people because the people who can tie their lives together with him are trustworthy.

Bai Minghe picked up a few pieces of paper on the ground: "They are not soldiers, and without exception, they are all veterans of war. He fights, causes trouble, disrupts the military camp, etc., which is actually not their fault. Using more professional words is called the sequelae of war creation, which means that he has been in the battlefield for too long and is hurt in his heart."

"Take the heart?" The guards didn't understand very well. If the heart was hurt, they would die.

"Have you ever felt heartbroken?"

Several guards looked at each other, and one of them said, "When Eunuch Hu died, we felt uncomfortable. He was our master, who taught us martial arts. He went to the north to do business, protected me and waited for the back to come back, but the people did not come back."

"It means your heart is hurt. The injury you suffered is like being gently hit by a stick, and it will be cured in a few days. They are hurt in their hearts, just like being cut into the vital points. I am afraid it will be difficult to heal in this life. At least I cannot cure them completely, and I can only make them live a better life in the future. All those who fight for the Ming Dynasty and fight for the Ming Dynasty are pitiful people."

Several guards did not respond because Bai Minghe's words were a bit out of the ordinary.

Because in the eyes of many civil officials, these soldiers are just a number, not life, scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants. There are no soldiers in the four good civil levels. The soldiers are between lowly and good civilians, and a very embarrassing rank.

"Go and arrange it overnight to see how much wine and meat are being transported to the capital at the docks in Nanjing, Hangzhou, Suzhou and Ningbo. Take some of the tobacco that is ready to be transported to the capital. Take all the tobacco that is ready to be transported to the capital, and then transport 500,000 stones of rice into Shanglinyuan." Bai Minghe said, reaching out to support the table.

With the help of several guards, the table was set up and the handwritten was immediately written.

Several guards didn't understand what the sequelae of war creation was, but they cleaned up the things written by Bai Minghe. Seeing that Bai Minghe did not stop him, several people looked through it after asking for instructions, and even if they didn't understand, they silently wrote it down.

They don’t understand, and I think there are talented people in the palace who may understand it.

The next day, the white-famous crane appeared on the Dianjiang Station again.

After standing up, Bai Minghe shouted: "If you are not full, you can scold me now."

To be honest, the people here are really not full.

They were summoned here, and the rice that had been stored in the warehouse had been stored for 100,000 shi, but they didn't know how long it would take to eat the rice. They added 20% according to the original rations in each garrison. For veterans of Baizhan who reached three times the appetite of ordinary people, an extra 20% would only make them feel more comfortable and there was no possibility of eating enough.

Bai Minghe raised his hand, took off his official uniform and put it aside, wearing a set of strong outfits inside.

"I am not a Confucian scholar today. The officials in the court all said that my white-name crane is a disaster. Many people hate me and are afraid of me. But what can this happen? My white-name crane is still alive. Let me talk about a small thing first. Last night, I ordered that the pork from the north to Beijing be kept at least 50,000 stones, 200,000 stones of dried meat and 1 million jars of wine. What's the purpose? In short, it's to be transported here. You can enjoy it secretly now."

Bai Minghe's relaxed tone made these veterans feel somewhat close.

But the white-famous crane is notorious, and these soldiers are somewhat awe-inspiring.

It is rumored among the army that Bai Minghe entered the official position as a juren, not to mention what he did in the capital. After going to Guangdong, he could trick several generals from Guangdong to accompany him to kill people. For the first time, he went to sea, he killed more than 4,000 Japanese people and took them back to Guangdong to worship his family who died because of the Japanese pirates.

Later, people like Mao Wenhu were convinced by Bai Minghe.

An ordinary Confucian scholar could not make Mao Wenhu bow his head.

Therefore, there are all kinds of rumors about Baiminghe in various garrisons. In summary, Baiminghe is a terrifying person.

Bai Minghe clasped his fists with a warrior: "Brothers fight two sets of fists today and play one set of swords. Please correct me."

Bai Minghe was an orphan in later generations and grew up in an orphanage. Many brothers in the orphanage went to join the army. When they contacted each other, Bai Minghe also studied some of them, but they were not professional enough, but they could show off their clothes.

After two routines, Bai Minghe wiped his sweat and let out a long breath: "I didn't fight well, I'll make you laugh at me."

"No, it's a good fight." Hua Wuxu stood up.
Chapter completed!