Human dimension reduction

But no matter how curious they are, the tents of logistics and military supplies cannot allow them to wander around, so all kinds of curiosity and doubts can only be buried in their stomachs, waiting for the opportunity to spit them out.

Xie Zhuo is not deaf and blind, and there is no way to avoid the gossip whispered in the military camp. It will be a matter of time before he hears it, but he doesn't care about it. Ah Gou has been repeatedly ordered by him not to cause trouble, so he has no choice but to ignore these rumors. Just be sullen for a while.

It wasn't until the coldest December that Xie Zhuo gradually got busy—the cold winter was here, and the northern barbarians would not come to the border of Daxia to thresh grain and grass at this time, and the army that had time to rest also began to rest and reorganize the winter, and by the way, the Weapons and armor are repaired, and the higher-ups will take this opportunity to distribute military pay.

What Xie Zhuo did was to pay the military salary.

Five years have passed since the battle that overthrew half of the Great Xia. Although the Northern Man was beaten back to the grassland, the Great Xia also lost the strength to pursue the victory, so it could only return to the see-saw scene before the Six Years' War. It can only be said that fortunately there are no capable countries around, otherwise it is time for them to reap the benefits.

In order to appease these soldiers who have been stationed on the border for a long time, the imperial court paid the military salaries very happily. It can be said that it was these solid military salaries that allowed most of the soldiers to grit their teeth and survive the most difficult six-year battle—not all of them. Everyone has the determination to defend their home and country regardless of life and death, and their original intention of joining the army is to keep themselves and their families alive.

In the tent, there are dozens of seats lined up like a school, and behind each table sits a clerk who is frantically fiddling with calculations. Among this group of scrupulous clerks, he pushes the calculations aside and thinks for a while with his arms folded. Xie Zhuo, who was able to carve a few strokes on the bamboo slips, was particularly eye-catching.

The master secretary walked around among them with his short beard, finally stopped behind Xie Zhuo, squinted his eyes and looked at the bamboo slips and counting chips on the table for a while, his mouth under the beard curled up triumphantly.

He is also a scholar. This young man who came from exile in the capital realized something when he first announced his name. After getting along with him for a while, he became even more certain that this "thank you" must be the other "thank you". He would not be so stupid as to care about why this Mr. Xie family was exiled here, he just took care of him calmly.

Facts have proved that this kind of care is beneficial and harmless. Mobei lacks talents, let alone such all-round talents, isn't it? In Mobei, he is a big baby bump.

As soon as Xie Zhuo came, the messy mess of military supplies and rations instantly had regulations. Not only that, Xie Zhuo, who could do two things with one mind, also took on the work of four or five people by himself, sorting out the old accounts clearly, so that The master suddenly felt a sense of confidant.

Although he was also very curious why this Mr. Xie Lang didn't read anything and insisted on digging out the pile of old books to sort it out first, but since the other party said that this is his way of doing things, there is no need to delve into it too much.

Look, in previous years, it would take more than a month to pay the military salary, and it is less than half a decade now, and Xie Zhuo has already formed a complete prototype, as long as it is distributed according to the battalion number and team standard.

The master stroked his beard, looked at it for a while with a smile on his face, and walked leisurely back to the small corner with a brazier at the entrance of the camp, where he sat and warmed himself by the fire.

Less than half an hour after he sat down, Xie Zhuo put down the pen in his hand and stared at the bamboo slip in his hand, with a thoughtful look on his face.

After a while, he rolled up the stack of bamboo slips, stuffed them into his sleeves casually, got up and walked towards the master book who was relaxing by the fire, but before he could open his mouth, the curtain of the tent was rolled up with a whoosh.

The visitor acted rudely, and the wind and snow outside blew in with a chill, almost instantly, driving away the heat that had accumulated in the account for a long time, and the clerks who were fiddling with calculations immediately raised their heads and glared at the visitor.

The anger of scholars is not as fierce as that of warriors, but it has its own power. The visitor faltered in an instant, carefully lowered the heavy curtains embarrassingly, and cupped his hands at all the accountants of the Dingzhou Army: "Well, the general sent me Come to find a Mr. Xie..."

Xie Zhuo's eyes moved to him.

The chief secretary looked at him, then at the burly messenger, and hurriedly stood up: "Is it General Zhao's order?"

The messenger nodded, and there was a trace of solemnity in the master's expression.

General Zhao is the commander-in-chief of the Dingzhou Army. It is better to say that the entire Dingzhou Army was single-handedly drawn up by the Zhao family. It was almost dead, and the military flag was still firmly in the hands of the Zhao family in the end.

To be precise, it was in the hands of the last Zhao family.

Now this General Zhao is the youngest grandson of the old General Zhao, and it was impossible for the state army to be in his hands no matter what, so this little General Zhao spent his whole day teasing cats and teasing dogs, making him an ignorant dude, Relying on the family's shelter, he gained a nominal title of partial general in the Dingzhou Army, received a salary, and became a good grandson at the old lady's knee every day.

Who would have known that during the six-year campaign, Erlang, who was able to carry a gun and mount a horse, was killed in the Zhao family. Old General Zhao led the army to die at the grassland border blocking the northern barbarians, and the eldest son who took over the flag of the Dingzhou Army died soon after. On the way to protect the people and retreat to the south, the second son who carried the banner from his elder brother's hand to organize the army was ambushed and died outside Dingzhou City. Cut in front of the formation.

None of the other Zhao family members had ever rescued anyone, and they all died on the road to fight against the Northern Man. In the end, the entire Dingzhou Army was dragged around, and there was only one person left who could carry the Dingzhou Army's flag. A dandy who takes cats and dogs as his own responsibility.

Dandy was beaten out of the gate of the Zhao family by grandma with a cane to take over the heavy military flag soaked in the blood of his father and brother.

"Since I am the son of the Zhao family, I will die under this banner!" Madam Zhao said these words standing at the door after kicking her grandson who refused to go out.

Dandy didn't know if it was luck, or because his dead father and brother had left him a group of loyal and capable assistants. In the last few years of war, he stumbled and escaped many times, and forced the Dingzhou army to drive Beiman back to the grassland .

But for General Zhao, who was a playboy in his former occupation... still many people don't think highly of him.

Because this General Zhao went against the tradition of his father, brother and ancestors who took the lead and seldom led troops into battle. The Zhongjun is even more confused, like a mascot, disappointing those who admire the loyalty of the Zhao family.

...How can you think that the last survivor of the Zhao family is such a waste?What a trick of God.

Such a person who doesn't care about everything but only cares about his own happiness, suddenly called to see Xie Zhuo?The chief bookkeeper couldn't figure out why.

Xie Zhuo took a step forward and nodded to the messenger: "My surname is Xie, is it me that the general is looking for?"

The messenger looked him up and down and scratched his head: "I don't know either... let's go and show the general first, not to talk about it."

This silly answer made Xie Zhuo smile for a long time. He nodded and patted his sleeves: "Then let the little brother lead the way."

It was freezing cold in Mobei in December, and the messengers strode forward wearing thick winter clothes, but Xie Zhuo didn't have enough warm clothes on him. After all, he was an exiled prisoner, and he didn't have such good treatment. He was pitiful, and I picked out an old piece of clothing for him, and in this weather, it could only be regarded as better than nothing.

Xie Zhuo carefully tucked his hands into his sleeves, mastered the standard posture of farmers without a teacher, followed the orderly in the snow and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Except for the patrolling soldiers, no one in the barracks could see No, the strong wind smashed down the cotton-like snow balls, and thick white snow piled up on the shoulders in a short while.

The two passed through layers of fences, and finally arrived at the commander's tent in the center of the military camp. Because of the large number of people, the Dingzhou Army camped in the outer city. Except for some special buildings such as warehouses and other repaired houses, the rest were half tents and half earthen houses. Living here, even the great general is not exempt from vulgarity. The brightly lit general's mansion in Dingzhou city is completely flirtatious to the blind.

This handsome tent stands firmly in the center of the entire barracks, with a big flag fluttering in the wind in front of it, and the word "Zhao" on the flag is thick and colorful, simple and majestic, and there are no guards standing in front of the tent, what a Dingzhou army In the camp, he just created a magnanimous temperament that allows you to come and go.

The messenger led Xie Zhuo here and raised a curtain for him: "Go in quickly, the general is waiting for you inside."

The messenger didn't even wait for Xie Zhuo to go in completely. Seeing that he stepped in with one foot, he slipped away, covered his hands and stomped his feet, and got into a much smaller tent beside the curtain. A halo of warm color flashes.

Xie Zhuo stood on the spot and blinked his eyes twice. He was hit head-on and covered his face by a cloud of snow flakes. He didn't care so much, and stepped into the large Chinese army tent like he did.

Not to mention anything else in the handsome tent, the brazier is enough, and it is as warm as a spring day. The heat on his face immediately made Xie Zhuo's frozen hands and feet feel a tingling itch.

The huge topographic sand table and topographic map are laid out carelessly in the corner of the big tent for people to watch. The first thing you can see when you enter the room is the tall man squatting by the brazier.

Xie Zhuo took two steps closer, only to realize that the other party was not squatting on the ground, but sitting on a ponytail, but because the person was tall and slender, and the ponytail was too small, it looked like he was hanging in the air at first glance. Squatting, because this posture curled up in front of the brazier is too well-behaved, making his tall body look a little pitiful.

Hearing the movement, the man turned his head. His face was clearly defined, but a scar running from his forehead to his cheeks destroyed the integrity of this face. Many dark and murderous chills.

It's just that when he laughed, this hostility turned into another kind of weirdness full of evil spirits.

"Xie Sanlang is here? Do you want to eat sweet potatoes? They are freshly roasted. There shouldn't be such a good food in the capital, but they are sweet and good melons that can be shredded!"

Dressed in black clothes and sitting on a ponytail, General Zhao with a fierce and sinister face, while digging sweet potatoes from the brazier, showed Xie Zhuo a simple and honest smile that only a foolish son of a landlord's family can have.

Xie Zhuo graciously sat down on the horse seat opposite him, and didn't ask how this General Zhao knew his identity - this is actually not a secret that can be kept from anyone, as a criminal official, the government office must have already negotiated with the Dingzhou Army Passed the gas.

The general in black turned the sweet potato back and forth a few times with his left hand and his right hand, pinched the skin and squeezed the two halves of the sweet potato, compared them in his hand, and handed over the slightly larger half with a painful expression on his face. I gave it to Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo took the sweet potato that had just been pulled out of the fire with his sleeve, thanked him softly, and blew it cool slowly. He swallowed it without chewing much, and didn't even peel off the skin. At the end, he cherishedly licked his fingers that were stained with sweet potato juice, and turned his black eyes, staring at the half piece in Xie Zhuo's hand. Untouched sweet potatoes.

Xie Zhuo: ...

Mr. Xie Sanlang has never experienced eating with such a pair of eyes full of hidden longing. He was embarrassed for two seconds, and tentatively asked: "I'm not hungry now, why not let the general..."

General Zhao waved his hand pretending not to care, and said graciously: "If it is given to you, it is yours. You are so skinny. If you don't eat more, what if you freeze to death here?"

Xie Zhuo: ...

Xie Zhuo pulled a polite smirk: "Then thank you General for your concern."

Mr. Sanlang eats extremely elegantly, and his every move is slow and meticulous. He is full of the good demeanor cultivated by a big family with a lot of bells and whistles. The general almost stared out of a hole without lifting his eyelids.

When he slowly finished the last bite of sweet potato, he vaguely heard a sigh of regret, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Is it delicious?" The general of the Dingzhou Army came to ask for credit with a smile.

Xie Zhuo nodded cooperatively: "It is mellow and sweet, with endless aftertaste."

General Zhao clapped his hands together: "That's exactly what you said! Then what, if you eat my food, you will be mine..."

Xie Zhuo raised his eyelids, and showed that half-smile expression again, and after a long while, he said softly, "What is General Zhuo going to do?"

"Hey, what are you talking about, what do you want to do? You just know the new accountant Mr. Feng who knows our Dingzhou Army. Master Feng has mentioned your name several times, saying that you are amazing, you are a big Talent! From now on, all the brothers in the Dingzhou Army will have to worry about eating, chewing, paying, and marrying wives, hahahahaha."

General Zhao looked like two good brothers, he leaned over as he talked, and tried to hook Xie Zhuo's shoulders, but Xie Zhuo gently held down his arm.

The arm muscles under the fingers are well-proportioned and well-proportioned, wrapped in an unremarkable black cloth, and the rough calluses on the palms are clearly visible.

"It's easy to say," Xie Zhuo said softly, "Since he is in the Dingzhou Army, he must serve the general. I still know the truth."

Before General Zhao could laugh, he continued, "However, if the general still wants to do such a thing of beheading such as making military money privately, then I absolutely dare not accompany him."

There was a slight smile on Xie Zhuo's face, and the general in black suddenly faded that exaggerated smile, and the face pierced by a scar showed the most authentic coldness and gloom.

Zhao Wuque stared at the gentleman in front of him, who was from a family of Wen Wen, and slowly narrowed his eyes.