The trip to the Liao Kingdom made Zhao Xingde aware of the huge gap between paper knowledge and reality, especially when the two armies were fighting. Most of the literati of this era had no experience in marching and fighting. The military books they wrote were either based on previous generations, or were based on hearsay, or were based on hearsay.

Of course, especially many of the formation diagrams in the Privy Council were extremely complicated and impossible to complete in actual combat. So in addition to teaching at the free school, Zhao Xingde often learned about the actual combat situations from the soldiers. After going back and forth, he gradually put down his scholarly airs and

The soldiers also felt that Mr. Zhao was amiable. In the minds of these soldiers, Zhao Xingde was knowledgeable and an eloquent official. On the other hand, he was approachable and did not belong to any military faction. When talking to Zhao Xingde

At that time, ordinary soldiers held some vague hopes and could speak freely. In this way, the life, thoughts and feelings of the soldiers of the Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty seemed like a heavy door gradually opened in front of Zhao Xingde.

Different soldiers have similar experiences. Some are orphans, and their fathers fell ill and died while out on the garrison. Disease is also the biggest cause of death for the Imperial Army in peacetime. If the disease becomes severe, the entire camp will be burned down. Many people in the army are

I grew up in a widow's village, and now I can't remember what my father looked like. After I could walk, I worked part-time as a hawker. At the age of fifteen, I falsely reported my age to fill a vacancy and joined the army. Some people have been in the market since they were young. In order to feel proud, they join the army and end up with a bad face.

After being tattooed, they were even more looked down upon. Some fought hard to get their heads, but in the end they couldn't compete for the credit, and their heads were given to other soldiers by Shangguan. Some were bullied so badly by the old soldiers that they had to wait until they became old soldiers.

Bullying others. Women in the capital are too expensive, so many soldiers go out to guard Hebei in order to find wives. Some have other ways of making money besides military pay. They can hire people to be on duty for Dian Mao, and they are favored because they have money to marry concubines.

Envy. Many people in the Zhenbei Army regarded Han Shizhong, who was promoted quickly, as a role model. I heard that he deliberately humiliated people who came from a family of generals. Everyone did not care much about the truth or falsehood of what the officer said, as long as the salary was reduced and Han Shizhong was deducted.

The deduction of military pay is minimal.

As he talked more and more with the soldiers, Zhao Xingde's original idea of ​​just wanting to learn about the real war from the soldiers became less and less clear. In the past and now, he had read many books full of stories about princes, generals and ministers.

Myth, ordinary soldiers are reduced to boring numbers. No one remembers their names, and no one pays attention to their experiences and feelings. Zhao Xingde wants to record these living soldiers. This idea is getting stronger and stronger every day.

Filling his mind, he eagerly took notes after every conversation.

On the eve of the printing of a literacy book based on quotations from Confucius and Mencius, Zhao Xingde burned the manuscript. He was determined to use the language of the soldiers to write their stories, and use such a script to teach the soldiers to read. To the Neo-Confucian Society Chen Dong et al.

In the letter, Zhao Xingde wrote: "In the past, the great talent Bai Letian of the dynasty asked an old woman for poetry so that the common people could know how to control chaos. The name of poetry and history is enough to shine through the ages. The sages of this dynasty did not use rhetoric, but wrote with

My brother admires it very much. I want to imitate him and compile this book to teach soldiers in the army. This book uses the language of street talk, records small things, and describes the sufferings in the army, so as to understand its meaning and express its words.

, guide with great righteousness, and hope to spread the way of saints with meager strength. The Master said that there is no distinction between teachings, so encourage all the gentlemen."

The new character version is in the form of biographies, with ten chapters describing ten kinds of military stories. Every time Zhao Xingde finished writing a chapter, he had to read it to dozens of soldiers in the volunteer school, but one person couldn't understand it or said it was difficult to understand.

Zhao Xingde then changed the text to be clearer and clearer until all the testers could understand the whole story without any obstacles. Because Han Shizhong was quite popular among the soldiers, Zhao Xingde planned to arrange an article "General Han" at the end of the text book, but Han Shizhong

But there was some hesitation.

"Will this thing really be printed into a book?" Han Shizhong carefully held up the half-finished first draft with his thick and hard palms. "Just like Li Yaoshi and Yang Laolinggong, they will be remembered by future generations forever.

Continuous worship?" There was a hint of piety and envy in his eyes. It is said that a man relies on his clothes and his horse relies on his saddle. Now Han Shizhong has Li Hongyu dressing him up when he goes out. He is not like he dressed randomly like before, with light fur and slow belt. He really looks like a man.

Like a general.

"Just the five hundred coins from the Liao Kingdom trip are enough to print it." Zhao Xingde affirmed, "It's hard to say anything else." Zhao Xingde thought for a moment and explained seriously, "To be famous for a long time, you must have the ability.

Something to remember.”

"That's what happened." Han Shizhong breathed softly and carefully put the manuscript back on Zhao Xingde's desk. He frowned, wrung his hands, hesitated for a long time, and finally raised his head and said to Xingde

: "Dong Ming was a good man. He died before he had time to keep a queen. The Dong family's incense was also cut off. You are the number one scholar in the article. Can you give this article to him so that future generations will remember it?"

?”

Han Shizhong kept looking at him expectantly. Zhao Xingde hesitated for a moment and finally said: "Okay, I'll give it a try." He put away the first draft, spread out a piece of yellow rice paper, rubbed some pine smoke ink, and used it for shorthand

He dipped his brush into the Duan inkstone and said to Han Shizhong: "Tell me first, a brief history of Dong Dutou's life." After a pause, he added in a more serious tone, "There must be something that people can remember."

"Okay, okay." Han Shizhong rubbed his hands excitedly. Zhao Xingde was more happy to write a biography for Dong Ming than for himself. He held it in for a long time and suddenly asked: "When should we start talking about it?" "General and Dong Ming"

How did I get to know Ming? Let’s start from the beginning.” “That year, before the army rations came out, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it was extremely cold. I stole the money from the prostitutes in the brothel, and the playboy turtle chased me. I went to the charcoal pile by the Bian River.

In Li Zang, I happened to meet an old Dong who was collecting coal, so I think we got to know each other."

"Well, a hero starts from a humble beginning." Zhao Xingde nodded, but before he started writing, he asked, "What else?"

Han Shizhong continued: "When I asked Old Dong, we all came out of the same camp. From then on, we were brothers of life and death..." "Dong Ming was the most literate in the camp, and he usually read military books.

I gave it to him to write. If there is a chance to enter school, he will definitely be a Jinshi..." "In the third year of Chongning, when he patrolled the border with the Xiaowu Army, Dong Ming beheaded three heads by himself.

, the most brave in the entire battalion..." "After five years in the garrison, my original sweetheart was sold by my cruel parents. The old Dong has been looking for this woman..."

"In the second year of Zhenghe, one of my subordinates' mother died and he had no money to pay for the funeral. Old Dong poured out all his money to help..." "When you started the charity school, half of the twenty guans that I sponsored were his."

Han Shizhong's slightly sad reminiscence moved Zhao Xingde. Under the pen, he slowly sketched out the image of a good man Dong Ming. When Han Shizhong finished speaking, the pen and ink had filled three large sheets of paper, and he only needed to add a few words.

After deleting it, it can be used as the last article in the script. After thinking again and again, Zhao Xingde added a paragraph at the beginning of the whole story: "Dong Mingdutou, a subordinate of General Han Shizhong, died heroically in the battle with the horse thieves.

.then......"

After the first draft of ten articles was completed, Zhao Xingde asked many people to read it, including ordinary soldiers and ordinary people in the market. He sent the transcripts to Chen Dong and other friends in the Neo-Confucian Society, asking them to review whether there were any inclusions in the text.

In order to find out where the principles were incorrect, I asked the teachers from Yi Xue to try out the contents of the script several times, and the response from all parties was acceptable. Deng Su mentioned in his reply that he wanted to educate the Guizhou tattooed soldiers with words, etiquette, and justice.

The original intention of preaching etiquette and justice is good, but the slang is neither elegant nor precise. He suggested that the virtues should at least be slightly refined and modified in the text, so as not to make people laugh. It seems that the gentlemen in the society don't know the causes and consequences. This word

If this book had fallen into the hands of others, I'm afraid Xing De would not be able to write an article. However, He Fang and Zhu Sen's replies, after pointing out the questionable aspects of Xing De's article, said: "When the world is in decline,

, Dong Jun’s biography makes people know that integrity and righteousness still exist, and people’s hearts are righteous.”

On New Year's Eve, with heavy snow covering the road, Zhao Xingde spent time at Han Shizhong's house with several officers of the Zhenbei Army. The red clay stove and charcoal were used to warm the wine, and the unique smell of Liao liquor made Xingde almost forget about Bian.

What does Kyoto's light wine taste like?

From time to time, there were several bang-bang-firecrackers outside, and everyone was drinking while waiting for the master Han Shizhong to come back. It was not easy to be a celebrity in front of the commander-in-chief. Those who celebrated the New Year had to accompany everyone at the commander-in-chief's mansion.

Adults celebrate New Year's Eve.

Since Li Hongyu married Han Shizhong, her original bold nature has become more and more obvious. When the men at home are not around, she does not care about those taboos and comes out to entertain Shizhong's friends in person.

It was no different when Han Shizhong was there.

Just as they were enjoying themselves, two soldiers, one in front and one behind, were holding lanterns. Han Shizhong, the commander of the Second Army in Zhenbei, came back. His face was a little uncertain, "Thousands of barbarian cavalry have been recruited, and Tong Shuai wants to build a

For the Fifth Army of the Zhenbei Army." "What?" "This is really unreasonable!" Several generals of the Zhenbei Army shouted at that time.

A few days ago, when the elite troops from the Hebei camp were selected to enrich the Zhenbei Army, they were all dispersed and integrated into the Zhenbei Army. Therefore, many old people in the Zhenbei Army were promoted step by step. They were even promoted to Dutou, Deputy Dutou, Dutou.

He was promoted to the commander of the camp capital, and the commander of the camp capital was promoted to the army capital Yuhou. Han Shizhong was promoted from the commander of the camp capital to the commander of the army capital, which was the envy of others. At present, the armies in the north of the town only have 3,000 people, five miles away from them.

The full quota of 1,000 men was still far away, and everyone expected to continue going up. Unexpectedly, the newly arrived Hu cavalry actually formed an army alone!

Everyone started to curse, but the hostess made a fuss. Li Hongyu glanced at Han Shizhong, put the wine bottle on the table, and said angrily: "On New Year's Eve, I mentioned these things. If you continue to talk, I will

Just take shelter in the inner room."
Chapter completed!