The fat black man shook his head: "The court is recruiting soldiers. If you don't lose money for your salary, you can pass if you can't eat enough."

"Haha, he has a lot of land." Xiaomao said after seeing Yang Changfan clearly, "This should be the child of the juren in the village."

"Journalist? The one named Yang?" The tall officer was quite surprised and looked up and down at Yang Changfan, "I don't look like a scholar."

"I heard from Juren Yang that his eldest son has congenital disease and is a fool," explained the short officer.

"Don't you look stupid?" The tall officer looked at Yang Changfan again, thinking about it, and couldn't be too hasty, so he asked very seriously, "Are you stupid?"

You are stupid, your whole family is stupid.

Of course, Yang Changfan didn't dare to say that.

"Mr. Xie is thinking about me. Caomin's illness is just right, and it's normal now."

"Oh." After the fat black man nodded, he was a little polite, "Say hello to Juren Yang on my behalf."

Yoho, is it quite a bit of giving Lao Yang a face?

The people who passed the imperial examination were indeed extraordinary, and these soldiers and gangsters had to pay attention.

"Those two uncles and nephews have surrendered."

The two of them still underestimated Yang Changfan's shameless behavior and just gave him a greeting, he got married.

"Hahaha!" The fat black man shook his finger and laughed, "He looks like a war-torn person, and he is really a scholar when he speaks! Forget it! You don't have to hurry to leave, just watch us shoot!"

Qiaoer looked at the soldiers and was a little scared. Although she played cannons every day, she was afraid if she really started to fire them, so she had to secretly pull Yang Changfan and still wanted to run away.

"Is the little lady scared?" The fat black man was excited again when he saw Qiaoer's fear.

After all, it was a little girl who had never seen the world. A few old soldiers and gangsters were silly talking. Yang Changfan quickly said, "Madam, go there first. I will gain the glory of the two uncles, and I will see it."

Qiaoer shook her head vigorously and grabbed Yang Changfan and refused to let go.

"Hahaha!" The fat black man laughed again, turned to the soldiers and ordered, "Fill the bullet and try to fire!"

Several soldiers hurriedly carried the guy around the cannon and started working. Yang Changfan followed Qiaoer and took a step back a little to avoid accidents such as accidental injury.

But the big-headed soldiers were busy for a long time, but they were all busy and never had the intention of firing cannons.

"Lightly! Give me some cleverness!" the fat black man cursed.

"Thousands of households...we really don't know..." a middle-aged and elderly soldier cried.

"I ****..." The fat black man changed his face immediately after hearing this, stepped forward and kicked the unlucky soldier in the butt, "What are you doing?"

The veteran was kicked and did not dare to cry out for pain. He just stood up immediately and went to work.

"If you don't shoot a single shot, you will be beaten for me!" The fat black man cursed again.

At this moment, Xiaomouyi leaned over and said, "Qianhu, it's not their fault. We would have fired guns here, which is Huidanzi alone."

"Don't he run away!!! He was killed by a thousand swords!" The fat black man cursed, "The assistant of the Dusi will come tomorrow! They won't, do you let me fire a gun?"

"It doesn't have to be fired..." Xiaomouzi advised, "There are other adults in Dusi who have come here before, and it's just a routine."

"This is extraordinary." The fat black man shook his head distressedly, "Every time he goes to a place, the first thing he sees is to guard things, the first thing he sees is to guard things, the first thing he sees is to guard things, the first thing he sees is to guard things."

Yang Changfan listened from a distance and probably understood what was going on.

The Zhejiang Provincial Administration Department is equivalent to the Zhejiang Provincial Government, and the Zhejiang Provincial Department is equivalent to the Zhejiang Military Region. The assistant minister of the Municipal Department sounds like a high-ranking official in the Municipal Department, and he must be a cadre at the level of a deputy governor. The black fat man in front of him is called Qianhu, and he must be the highest leader of the Qianhu Institute of Lihai, but after all, it is only Qianhu Institute. After all, the highest leader is a municipal cadre and is still a big gap.

But no matter what, the sergeant sounded like a sensible person. He paid attention to artillery wherever he went. He seemed to be very clear about the importance of weapons and equipment, which had already begun to take on the thinking of modern warfare.

However, the military discipline was scattered, and the only one who could make fools became a deserter. If Lihai Institute was really a good match, the entire thousand-household office could only make fools alone?

Yang Changfan is still studying administrative levels here, and Xiaowang is also a little panicked.

"This assistant minister really likes guns so much?"

"How do you think I know?" The fat black shook his head helplessly, "He has been to other things he has checked first, and it is said that he has recorded them all in the notebook."

"Remember what this is for!"

"Take your handle!"

"What should I do?"

"I have my own arrangements." The fat black waved his hand with a sad face. He looked up and saw that the stupid soldiers still didn't come out. He scolded angrily, "The assistant minister is coming tomorrow. I see you can't even use a gun. You have to hit them all, do you believe it?"

"Qianhu...we really don't know..." The veteran cried, "There is no place to ignite..."

"Oh!" The fat black man was so anxious that he scratched his head. He knew that it was useless to fight these soldiers, and he himself had something he couldn't say because he couldn't shoot himself.

Seeing this, Xiaomouzi turned around and winked at Yang Changfan and his wife, signaling them to leave quickly. Now it's not just a joke, but a joke.

"My husband, can't you see the gun being fired?" Qiaoer asked quietly.

"It seems like there is trouble."

"Aren't you?" Qiaoer laughed, "I just brag, saying that you have everything you should have, and you can play with guns."

"Shh..."

At this serious moment, the laughter of the boy was particularly harsh. The fat black man suddenly turned around and wanted to scold the two, but he held it back. Finally, he sighed: "Oh... look at how we are, girls laugh at us."

I guess if the Qiaoer is a little ugly, Yang Changfan will vent his vent if he is not a rich second generation.

Yang Changfan glanced at the helpless soldier again, and after making a decision, he said from afar: "Brothers, this is a mother-of-child gun, you must take it off first."

The veteran was stunned, looked at the gun in his hand, then looked up and asked, "How to get it?"

"This..." Yang Changfan wanted to roll up his sleeves, but he played a slut, wanting to greet but rejected, "I still..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no!!" The fat black man looked at Yang Changfan and suddenly stuttered excitedly, "Do you understand?"

"Understand."

"My good nephew!!!" The fat black man stared at him with great eyes, ran over in a few steps, and personally pulled Yang Changfan to the side, "You have to help me!"

Now that the prank is panicked and playful. He wanted to laugh at her husband brag, but she laughed so hard that her husband bragging to her, and she was laughed at her, which angered the soldiers and became unlucky.
Chapter completed!