There is neither snow nor frost in the winter of Guangzhou Dusi, but the cold invades the house through the dampness, and the bone marrow is cold.

In the coolness, Chen Mu ushered in this world after just two months, ushering in the first New Year after joining the Ming Dynasty.

The days of Anyuan Post Station are much stronger than when they were in the Hundred Households, at least they don't have to worry about eating and drinking, and there are cooks to cook every day, and there are enough rice and grains. In your spare time, you can buy some wine and meat with your own money, which is enough for people to have a good year.

Since the battle of the 100 households in the east of the Qing Dynasty, the Japanese invaders disappeared and fled from Qingyuan, and the situation was repeated peacefully. The post guard Ke Zeer did not snub Chen Mu and his party because of this, but because Chen Mu and others had won a lot of respect, it was clear that when the winter moon was bitterly cold, Anyuan Station was like a comfortable nest for Chen Mu and others, how fast!

In the early morning, there was a thick morning mist drifting on the mountain river, Chen Mu slowly ran out of the fog with the figures of several military households, all sweating profusely but extremely comfortable, just ran to the door of the post station, and saw Fu Yuan leaning on the wooden pillar, with a scoundrel smile on his face, seeing these people panting like a cow, raising the bowl in his hand, and said with a smile: "Go in and wash, the porridge is hot!" ”

As he spoke, he sniffed deeply on the edge of the bowl with his nose, and said happily: "It's fragrant and strong, I don't know how much better it is than at home!" ”

The tattered military household could still see the white cloth wrapped around his neck in the patched wet cotton jacket, and the wound of this habitual gambling stick had not been completely healed, so he ran to Anyuanyi with his mother-in-law and young son on Chinese New Year's Eve, saying that he felt that his iron-beaten body could return to serve under Chen Xiaoqi's tent.

Of course, no one under the banner knows what kind of virtue he Fu Yuan is, but he knows that on Chinese New Year's Eve, according to Chen Junye's righteous temperament, he will eat a good meal and reward everyone to die of hard work in the past year. As expected, on Chinese New Year's Eve, Fu Yuan early left the advice of Guangcheng doctor Cheng Hongyuan behind, drank drunk, and stood in the post house at night with drunkenness and wind, crying and making noise and singing and dancing, shouting hometown songs that no one could understand, and lying on the bed for a long time the next day, a large piece of red on his chest was clearly a wound and cracking, provoking Shiqi Cema Guangcheng to invite the old doctor again, and entertained him with good wine and food, and only then did he pick up a rotten life.

The weather is slowly getting warmer, after January, there are a few light rains in Qingyuan, although the military households are not good at fighting, they are all good at farming, people say that this is the appearance of this year's harvest, Jiajing forty-six years, peaceful years.

Is it really peaceful?

Looking at the fourteen-year-old Wei Balang in the courtyard of the post house, holding the disproportionate sword in both hands, jumping hard again and again, slashing diligently again and again, Chen Mu, who wiped the sweat with his bare back, smiled at this question.

Everyone has their own hurdles that must be crossed in their hearts.

Chen Xiaoqi has only seen less than 1,000 people in this month, and most of them are the banner army of the entire Qingcheng Thousand Households under the walls of Guangcheng and Qingyuan, but after two battles, he has seen forty or fifty lives with his own eyes.

He's getting used to it, and he's drawing strength.

Getting used to going with the flow of people and things that you can't understand beyond your expectations can't change a bad situation, but you can live a little easier. Change is always slow and easy, and things can move in a better direction.

Cleaning his body, Chen Mu put on a cotton armor and looked at the steam of boiling nitrate coming out of the cave above the Anyuan Station, and a smile naturally appeared on his face.

Next to the official road a few years ago, Shi Qi, a storyteller, called Chen Mu aside and said a few words, so that Chen Mu decided to leave the lives of the two servants. Now those two people, Qi Zhengyan and Long Junxiong live day and night in the cave to make nitrate for Chen Mu, and someone brings them food every day, of course, there are two swords in the cave, so that they don't relax their martial arts.

Listening to Shao Tingda, who visited yesterday, said that the heads of the two who were cut off at the beginning have now grown half an inch of short hair.

In fact, Chen Mu always had a kind of unwarranted prejudice and disdain for the literati of this era. This is not only due to the arrogance of the soul after 400 years, but also because in the past thousand years, scholars have led the people to create one great empire after another, and they are the mainstay of the admiration. And now, they are still admired and still the mainstay, but the times are quietly changing, no matter what the process is, the result in Chen Xiaoqi's eyes - they lost.

But this is actually unfair and not objective, at least from the perspective of Chen Mu's life and this life, he has no reason to express his disdain for scholars.

Shi Qi had a unique insight and said to Chen Mu: "From the Japanese can let the banner army practice jumping battles and familiarize themselves with their military strategies, in order to make contributions to the war with the Japanese people again." Kou has declined, there is no way to escape, and when it grows, the small flag has been stopped. ”

This is a random hand, scratching the itch in Chen Junye's heart. In this era, how many people in later generations will not have a little lofty ideal of wanting to see the truth with the island country from their hearts?

The two were shaved off by Shao Tingda and stuffed into the cave to pursue Chen Xiaoqi's great cause of making nitrate. Since then, Shi Qi, who is as thin as a bird monkey, seems to be different in Chen Mu's eyes, it is not called a bird monkey, it is called Wen Weak.

From Shi Qi's body, Chen Mu saw a terrifying group called 'Luodi Scholar'. At this moment, he is not alone, he is the soul possession of the dog-headed military advisor who gives advice next to the endless mountain kings on the land of China, at this moment he is called the Yellow Nest with golden armor all over the city if he can't pass the imperial examination, he is Song Jiang who gathered the thirty-six giant thieves in Shandong if he can't pass the imperial examination, and he is the king Hong Xiuquan who can't pass the imperial examination and his career is done by people in ancient times!

Chen Mu looked at Shi Qi, who was tired and sweating profusely and sitting on the stone steps of the house, snoring and sending hot porridge to his mouth, and burping with satisfaction after eating—fortunately, Shi Qi didn't seem to want to rebel, so he was about to be like those sage mountain kings, and he also had a dog-headed military advisor by his side.

Shi Qi's thinking is correct, as long as Chen Mu can control the hairless servants on his head and let them boil in the cave with peace of mind, he is not afraid of hair growing on the top of their heads. The most terrible person in the world is the barefoot, because the barefoot fearless does not have to obey the rules, and no one can bear it with five steps of blood splashed in anger; But as long as he wears shoes barefoot, he is no longer terrible, because he is just a shoemaker, and when he finds it comfortable to wear shoes, he wants to wear pants and clothes, and if he doesn't have enough clothes, he has to wear a hat.

Chen Mu's promise was to help them put on their shoes and return to the guard to be his pawn of Chen Junye. In these years, there were few banners, all the criminals rebelled, and no one came to fill the army, so it was much easier to make two copies of the military registration than to find two people who were willing to be military households.

It was also Shi Qi's idea to give the sword, but if he wanted to capture the old man, let them figure out for themselves whether it was better to redo the military household, or to die with the method of boiling salt. There will be a lot of boiling nitrate, and the toasts are doing it all over the remote valleys, it is not Chen Junye's only part, what can be boiled out with feces and urine, so why take it away, the key is how many days can they live without Chen Mu?

The military households who followed Chen Xiaoqi lived so chic in Anyuan Station, but let them watch it!

There was a reckless horse roar at the door of the post station, and Ke Zeer stumbled into the courtyard and knelt on the ground, the tears on his face had not yet dried, and he continued to wail and kowtow to the northeast. All the military households were frightened enough by him, and they only listened to the post guards spit out five words with a crying voice, as if a big bomb had been ignited in the air, and the lie that Jiajing was forty-six years old was like a mirror that cracked from the middle, and it was shattered.

Because there is no Jiajing forty-six years in the world.

Ke Zeer said: "Emperor, you have died! ”