Ancient promotion routine

Zhou Qiye looked at the smiling Zhang Yanjin, of course he realized that he had been played by Zhang Yanjin, even so, he just smiled lightly.

This made Zhang Yanjin's heart sink when she saw it. Qi Ye seemed much more difficult to deal with than his dandy brother this week.

After Zhang Yanjin saluted, he said with a smile: "I have met Mr. Changshi. I am Zhang Yanjin, the baggage recorder hand-picked by the emperor. I am here to report. I also ask Mr. Changshi to read the papers, so that I can take office immediately."

Zhou Qiye smiled slightly, and didn't make things difficult for Zhang Yanjin at this time, he simply took the booklet from Zhang Yanjin, flipped through it twice and said, "Okay, I have read the booklet for appointment, you go to the saddle and stirrup Work in the workshop."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the camp, but he was not as polite as the others, so he found a decent set of clothes for Zhang Yanjin.

Zhang Yanjin looked at Zhou Qiye's back, he didn't intend to follow, he knew very well that even if he followed now, the two soldiers guarding outside would only stop him, so as not to disturb the chief inspector Shi He would not let him go in under the excuse of the old man, so he would not be so stupid as to go up against a wall on purpose and let Zhou Qiye save him.

Zhou Qiye, who was in the camp, looked at the back of Zhang Yanjin leaving, and calmly cleaned himself up. His cleanliness is very serious.

"Brother, it's your trick!" Zhou Qihui, who was sitting at the bottom, couldn't help admiring.

Zhou Qiye said flatly: "There are so many ways to punish this kind of villain, why let you do it yourself like that day?"

"Since he is now in your hands, big brother, why don't you charge him with a violation of military regulations? Beat him so that he will never stand up again?" Zhou Qihui felt itchy in his heart when he heard this.

Zhou Qiye glanced at Zhou Qihui with displeasure and said, "What do you think this is? This is a military camp. No matter how bad Zhang Yanjin is, he is Zhang Zhongqian's nephew. If this kid is really convicted, Zhang Zhongqian must not come here to investigate in person? Zhang Yanjin's crimes can be concealed? What's more, Zhang Yanjin was appointed by the emperor this time, if something happened to him, the emperor would not investigate clearly?"

Zhou Qihui leaned on the table resentfully, looked at Zhou Qihui, who was wearing a blue-black headdress, a green shirt and a long robe, and a fish-shaped official charm hanging around his waist, and said: "If I were the chief inspector of the military, I would definitely I won't let that kid go so easily."

Although Zhou Qiye's outer robes were all official uniforms embroidered with soaring goshawks, the white obscene clothes exposed at the collar of his neckline could still tell that he was particular about life, and the special materials reflected his extraordinary background.

"You're not afraid of losing your status if you're arguing with a low-ranking man." Zhou Qiye didn't even look at Zhou Qihui, but just knelt down in front of the desk, flipping through various documents presented in the barracks.

He has a good posture and a serious face, showing the cultivation of a nobleman all the time.

Zhou Qihui glanced lazily at Zhou Qiye, feeling bored, and stopped talking, leaning on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

When Zhou Qiye finished flipping through the booklet in his hand, he found that Zhou Qihui was still sitting at the bottom, so he stood up, handed a sealed note to Zhou Qihui and said, "It's getting late, go back quickly, and hand this over to me by the way." to father."

Zhou Qihui nodded, took the paper and put it in his arms, got up conveniently, and left the camp.

A gust of autumn wind swept by, and there were bursts of dust.Zhou Qihui looked at Zhang Yanjin, who was wearing a dark blue robe and a dark fur, and his face darkened.

Zhang Yanjin also looked towards Zhou Qihui, and saw that Zhou Qihui was wearing a red tasseled crown, a scarlet robe, tight trousers, boots, and a Hu suit riding and shooting. The more he looked at Zhou Qihui's attire, the more he felt that Zhou Qihui's attire was incompatible with the simple military camp.

The eyes of the two met, and Zhang Yanjin had a half-smile look on his face. Zhou Qihui didn't hold his breath, and gave Zhang Yanjin a vicious look. He took the tall horse brought by the soldiers and turned on it. Zhang Yanjin rushed in the direction where Zhang Yanjin was.

Zhang Yanjin was not in a hurry, but stood tall in the bleak autumn wind, with a half-smile still on his face.

Qi Hui became more and more annoyed that week, and the back of his hand holding the rein was bruised.But Zhou Qiye's warning was still in his ears just now, so he could only turn his horse's head around and gallop out of the camp.

Zhang Yanjin's gaze passed through the raised dust and looked outside the camp.

When he came here in the morning, he was full of things in his mind, and he didn't pay attention to the demeanor of the military supply camp of the royal soldiers of the Great Wei Dynasty.

Looking at it carefully at this time, it seems that there is no city in the wild.

Going out of the high guard post at the outermost part of the camp, you can see luxuriant grasses everywhere you look, and looking further into the distance, you can see the gloomy and melancholy clouds that meet the sky.

Different from the criss-crossing long streets in central Beijing, on both sides of the barracks are not elms and locust trees, but Populus euphratica forests, which do not weaken their tall and straight appearance in the autumn wind. If you carefully identify them, you can also hear the gurgling sound of Weishui River flowing by.

After Zhang Yanjin realized that no one was paying attention to her at all, she simply walked out of the camp and walked slowly to the edge of the Weishui River to enjoy the afterglow of the westerly wind and the magnificent scenery of the Weishui River going westward.

He looked at the large tents of the military camp that looked like mushrooms, and the workshops behind them that made stirrups, saddles, and other military supplies.

These workshops are earth-embryo houses built with mud, and some large square holes are exposed on the walls as windows for lighting.

In the soil embryo room, there are different fire pits, iron pots, tall table tables and other things built according to different building materials. The soldiers are busy forging iron beside the fire pit according to their own affairs.

Walking around were the military supervisors appointed by Zhou Qiye, each of them held a whip in their hands to prevent the soldiers from being lazy.

Zhang Yanjin originally wanted to go to the workshop of the stirrup and saddle to check the progress, but found that no one paid any attention to him.

He went up to see how the soldiers were doing, and when he saw a soldier carving patterns on the stirrups after making them, Zhang Yanjin was a little dumbfounded, and asked, "Why are you doing this on this horse?" Step on the carved pattern?"

The soldier wanted to talk to him just now, but the overseer whipped him next to him and cursed: "How dare you be lazy when you go to work? Do you still want to eat? This month's salary Do you still want it?"

Zhang Yanjin stared at the superintendent, before he could speak, he turned and left without even looking at him.

The soldier who was almost beaten was afraid that he would really be beaten, so he had to speed up the movements of his hands, not daring to look at Zhang Yanjin.In doing this job, his status is actually lower than that of the most ordinary soldier.

Zhang Yanjin naturally understood that this was deliberately arranged by Zhou Qiye in order to exclude him.

He didn't care at all, turned around and left the workshop, and came all the way to the bank of the Weishui River with abundant water.

It is thanks to Zhou Qiye, the chief inspector of the military, who could figure out the carved patterns on the stirrups. The preparation of military supplies should be simple and easy to use. I am afraid that only Zhou Qiye, a rich man who has never been on the battlefield, can figure it out. If it gets out, I'm afraid it will be ridiculous.

Tired of standing, Zhang Yanjin sat on the ground with a piece of grass in her mouth, and only turned back when the cooking smoke rose from the camp in the evening.

The soldiers who had been busy for a day had already lined up long queues in front of the various stoves, and the feeling of hunger was constantly coming from their stomachs, so they couldn't help but stare at the master who had grown the spoon.

I saw the master waved the frying spoon like a big shovel a few more times, and then pressed the open-air stove fire with stones. This can not only suppress the flames, so that the firewood will not burn quickly, but also block the wind and prevent the flames from burning. off.

The two master chefs lifted the big iron pot together and poured the rice inside into one wooden barrel after another, and the veterans carried the wooden barrels to serve the soldiers with rice.

Zhang Yanjin's lips moved, but she had no appetite at all.It is said that when a few people eat and cook, they are cooking, and when there are too many people, they are feeding pigs. It seems that this is true.

He looked around and found that there were only soldiers queuing up for food, and there were no officers of a slightly higher rank like him queuing up here.

Don't these military officers of a little rank have small problems?

Zhang Yanjin raised her eyebrows, turned around and walked towards the tents.

Sure enough, these supervising officers of a slightly higher rank were not like soldiers sitting and eating in the open air, but sitting on the table in the tent, drinking porridge, eating fried vegetables, and freshly baked white flour pancakes.

Although these meals are nothing, they are much better than the meals eaten by the soldiers outside.

When the supervisors sitting in the tent saw Zhang Yanjin coming in, they all looked up at him silently, then lowered their heads and continued to eat their meals.

Did he get cold-blooded by his colleagues?

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