The Prosperous Era of Longwan

"A stick of incense allows their families to reunite, and then they gather and set off."

Wei Meng gave instructions to the servants around him, and they passed on the order.

Although Wei Meng is only a hundred households, he also has seven or eight servants. Although the soldiers of the Baihu Institute are not trained according to the training code, the training of the servants has never stopped. These people are also the most capable group in the guard. People.

Wei Guangde glanced at the few servants scattered around. They all only listened to the old man's words, because they were paid to do things, and other generals and small flags in the guard could not do anything.

As for the more than 100 people in the previous team, forget it. They are all good at farming. As for fighting, forget it.

Maybe Duan Da's few archers are still barely qualified. After all, they often go hunting and have not lost their archery skills.

As the order was issued, the team that had finally gathered was in chaos again, and many people from the crowd outside crowded in. They did not dare to come here before, but now that Wei Baihu reunited his family, he no longer had those scruples.

The soldiers were telling the women at home to take good care of their parents-in-law and discipline their children. Most of the women were crying now. They already knew what was going on.

Only the older ones quietly whispered something into the ears of their children, probably teaching some life-saving things through words and deeds.

Wei Guangde saw everything and guessed in his heart that maybe he was teaching his children to run back when they see something wrong on the battlefield. As long as they run faster than the people around them, they can save their lives.

Wei Guangde had no intention of listening to what his parents were whispering, because he felt that nothing would happen and it was just a false alarm.

In my impression, in the mid-term period of the Ming Empire, basically only the frontier troops were still capable of fighting, while the rest were huddled in the rear and guarding tightly.

Battlefield, what is that?

However, Wei Guangde also sighed in his heart. Fortunately, after he got used to it, he still thought about taking advantage of the corruption and weakness of the Ming Empire to rebel. Thinking about his knowledge that transcends hundreds of years in this life, he might actually be able to do it. By then it will be nine. The fifth one.

However, after two days of rest and going out, Wei Guangde decisively gave up this idea when he saw the so-called soldiers in the military fort.

When I thought about the rebellion, all I saw were the powerful servants at home, and when I went out I saw the soldiers who didn't have enough to eat. Forget it, why bother?

If you want to rebel, you must first have money to raise troops. Thinking about it is a headache.

There were also things about the guys in the armory. Wei Guangde also pestered his elder brother to open the door and take a look. They were all long guns, a dozen knives, and several shields. The only ones that made him take a liking to him were the two bowl doors. It is said that the gun was originally supposed to be placed on the sentinel boat, but it was moved back to the warehouse because it was thought to affect fishing.

As for the dozen or so fire blunderbuss, forget it. Wei Guangde felt that they were just half-wood and half-metal sticks. The iron sticks were more than a foot long and were used to hold gunpowder and bullets, but loading them was troublesome.

Wei Guangde, who had just arrived, was naturally a little interested. He took some gunpowder and tried a shot under the guidance of his elder brother.

The gunpowder is poured into the lid of the kettle, which is the amount of one shot. Then it is poured into the barrel and compacted with a poke bar. The lead bullet is put in and compacted again. After that, it is the pulling line.

When using it, hold a wooden stick in one hand, aim the gun at the target, and use the other hand to light the fuse and launch it.

Having said all this, Wei Guangde also has a deep understanding of the firearms of the Ming Dynasty and the Ming Army, which indeed have little practical value.

As for the bowl-mouth blunderbuss, forget it, that thing was a bit noisy, and his elder brother didn't dare let him fire it.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and the team regrouped surrounded by the crying crowd. This time they set off quickly. Wei Meng, as the official of hundreds of households, walked at the front of the team. From the moment he walked out of the fort gate, he started again. Didn't look back.

With the afterglow of the setting sun, they watched the soldiers go away and stood on the fort gate until they were out of sight. Then Wei Guangde and Wei Wen helped his mother go home.

One night, no one in the family had a good time, and their food was tasteless.

Although Wei Guangde knew in his heart that nothing would happen, he couldn't show that he was heartless at this time. To know that his brother was good to him, he also had to distinguish the occasion. If he did something out of the ordinary at this time I'm afraid it won't be as simple as getting beaten.

After dinner, he would usually light candles and practice some calligraphy at this time, but he didn't want to practice today.

As a modern person, Wei Guangde is naturally not good at calligraphy of this era, and his writing is a bit ugly. This is why he was beaten by his master today.

Previously, because Wei Guangde accidentally fell into the water, the master even tried to give him a meal after he took a few days off to go to private school. At that time, he saw that his handwriting had deteriorated, so he didn't say much.

However, for several days in a row, there was not much improvement in my writing. Today, the master finally couldn't bear it anymore.

In fact, in Wei Guangde's current opinion, Xiao Wei Guangde's handwriting is only slightly better than his.

However, what makes Wei Guangde happy is that this body seems to have a very good memory. According to the body's memory, little Wei Guangde should have entered private school three years ago, that is, he entered school at the age of eight.

In three years, he not only completed early enlightenment readings such as "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", and "Thousand Character Classic", but also learned "Disciples' Regulations", "The Classic of Filial Piety", "Young Learning Qionglin", etc. As for books, what I am studying now is Zhu Zi's "Elementary School". I heard Master said that after finishing studying, it is time to read the Four Books. As for what book to read first, Master has not said yet and he doesn't know.

But the strange thing is that after the time-traveled Wei Guangde took a couple of naps, the textbooks he had recited before seemed to be imprinted on his head. Maybe they were there, but only at this time were they connected with his own spirit and became him. A memory that can be used at any time.

You know, coming from a later generation, he also knows a few sentences: "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good" and "Zhao Qian Sun Li, Zhou Wu and King Zheng". As for the following things, Wei Guangde dares to pat his chest and guarantee that he doesn't know, because he has never seen it. Those books.

The two sentences he could say were from watching TV or reading novels. He had never seen those books.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Wei Guangde said goodbye to his mother and went to the private school. At the gate, he met his eldest brother who had just returned home from a tour of the fort.

The eldest brother is not alone either. He is followed by two servants, whom Mr. Wei specially left to serve as servants.

"time to eat?"

Watching Wei Guangde go out, Wei Wencai asked. Although it was a bit nonsense, it also showed his concern for his younger brother.

After a few simple words, he gave Wei Guangde a few copper coins to use.

The private school was in the town, more than ten miles away from the military fort. When Wei Guangde walked to the gate of the fort, he saw that his followers had gathered there waiting for him.

For a group of teenagers like them, they naturally stick together when they go to a private school in the town.

When he woke up this morning, Wei Guangde did not review his lessons as instructed by the Master and memorize what he taught yesterday. Because Wei Guangde has a good memory, he had actually memorized it after reading it several times.

Seeing that everyone was here, the children laughed and left the fort gate to rush to the town. They couldn't be late, otherwise they would be slapped by the master.

However, despite the laughter, Wei Guangde was still a little worried. The book could be memorized easily, but the words were a big problem.