Mao Jue had the urge to use a hammer to smash Mao Wenlong's head and release the water inside. He knew that he would definitely not please him if he went there. He was still going there, what wasn't it because he was looking for death? It doesn't matter if you die, what should I do?

"Father-in-Law!"

If you should pretend to be a grandson, you have to pretend to be a grandson. Mao Jue hurriedly clasped his fists again. But Mao Wenlong suddenly smiled and waved his hand. He actually pulled Mao Jue seriously and pulled him to the edge of the bed.

"You! I thought you were so brave that you didn't have the courage to study before, so you should be more enlightened. Now, you have the courage but you don't have the courage to do it."

"Now that Yuan Chonghuan has just ascended to the position of Liaodong, he sent the official document to Ningyuan to visit me. If I don't go, it would be a vindication for him. At that time, the court attacks will be full of tides, and his father will be passive. In the past, the people who kill people are not big swords and spears, but the swords and mouths of the bully men in the court are called killing without blood."

When talking about the ministers in the court, Mao Wenlong couldn't help but spat fiercely. Although he is in a high position now, he is not grateful to the cabinet and the Ministry of War. His age is just witnessing a series of shocking changes in Liaodong. The entire Tianqi Dynasty and Liao affairs have become victims of party struggles in the court. You just finished the sing and broke up the stage, and a character took turns to appear.

As soon as the Liao incident improved, they would come to grab the credit. As soon as the Liao incident worsened, the big bosses in Beijing patted their butts and left. What's worse was that after sending their political enemies to Liaodong, they would have to stumbling behind them, greedy for military pay and drag on military affairs, as if the Ming Dynasty was not their country.

In the Liaoyang tragedy, Mao Wenlong's entire Mao family had more than 200 deaths in the war. Mao Jue was almost scared to death. If Mao Wenlong had a good impression of the bosses in the court, it would be a big deal.

No wonder Mao Wenlong was so angry at Mao Jue's nerd look before.

After breathing out his anger, Mao Wenlong looked out of the cabin gloomy again, and then pulled Mao Jue's hand and continued.

"He Yuan Manzi wants to deal with me, but he has not been careless. After all, this Dongjiang Town was created by you and I. If he dares to detain me, Dongjiang will be in chaos. Guangning has just caused a mutiny. Dongjiang will make another trouble. Without waiting for three years, Yuan Manzi will have to fall. This guy is too angry, and there are some idle censors in the court staring at him!"

Mao Wenlong was full of confidence, but Mao Jue once again rubbed his forehead with a headache. Mao Wenlong's worst plan was that Yuan Chonghuan detained him and deprived him of military power, but he was much more cruel than he thought. He went straight into Pidao and chopped up your old man's head.

However, Mao Wenlong's words were correct. Dongjiang Town really couldn't live without him. As soon as he died, Jiannu would go directly to the capital the next year. The nail behind Pidao was basically useless. And before the tenth year of Chongzhen, Pidao had mutiny four or five times. In the end, Mao Wenlong's elite men, namely the three big brothers who drank with Mao Jue, Mao Kexi, and Mao Zhongming, also rebelled, ruined half of Shandong, and finally brought the Ming Dynasty's most powerful firearms troops to Jiannu. These were like dominoes, starting with Yuan Chonghuan's killing of Mao Wenlong.

No, the one who really promoted this domino should be Chongzhen, who was very fond of merit.

Mao Jue was so sad that he wanted to persuade him. It was rare that his son was filial and worried about himself. He did not follow the censors like the nerd before and muttered himself behind his back. Mao Wenlong was much more happy, and patted the bed and stopped Mao Jue's words.

"You are not a vegetarian. This time I brought three thousand soldiers. When I went to Zhenjiang for more than 30 brothers, Yuan Manzi was still a nerd in Fujian!"

"You kid, let me know some tricks in the future. You should make money and get money and pull people. The world has begun to be in chaos. Only with money and soldiers can you gain a foothold. What kind of imperial examinations are you going to study hard all your life, and you will be in trouble and have no big prospects!"

Seeing the old man spitting, for some reason, Mao Jue suddenly felt the feeling of his father scolding him as if he was so angry that his expression became dazed. A trace of homesickness hit his heart. He lowered his head for a moment. He controlled his emotions, but touched it in his arms.

"Master, please accept this gun!"

Looking at the rough wood of the gun handle, it was as easy as the revolver with more toys than weapons in a child, Mao Wenlong was aware of the goods and took them into his hands with great interest, and he weighed them twice.

"This thing is what you killed Chen Qian? Before, Old Wen and Hunzi told me that you could fire four times in one shot, but I really don't believe it."

"Father and Master, this gun can fire six shots in total. Here is a drum. Pull half of the iron core in the middle and you can take it out. The flint is activated and the gunpowder is stuffed into the drum. The bullet is in front, within thirty meters. If you shoot down with the dad, please take care of yourself!"

"Okay, you kid is filial, I have accepted this thing."

He slapped the gun and a bunch of bullets on the bed. Finally, Mao Wenlong pressed Mao Jue's shoulder hard and nodded with satisfaction.

"This is like this, I'll do it well for me!"

"As for orders, Father and Commander!"

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After getting off the boat, he returned to the pangdahai sentry boat again. Although he could not persuade Mao Wenlong to come back, Mao Jue felt that there was more warmth and more peace of mind at this time. He watched these Dongjiang fleets disappear into the night, stood at the bow of the ship, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He had not moved for a long time.

Now he also figured it out. Although Yuan Chonghuan was very ambitious and talented, he was not stupid at all. Before he could reach Dongjiang Town, he dared not attack Mao Wenlong easily. It was enough for him to drink a pot of change, not to mention that Mao Wenlong also brought three thousand elite soldiers.

But next time, if Yuan Manzi comes to the island in person, it will not be so easy to deal with. He needs to prepare more during this period. Now he has a thousand households in his hands, that is the capital. Since he has come to this era, both public and private, he must not let the tragedy of Dongjiang happen again!

"Master Qian, let's go back?"

Now he is more careful about Mao Jue and Pang Dahai. The master's surname is Mao, and he even went to Mao Shuai's boat for a walk in the middle of the night. More importantly, he just spoke harshly to his immediate boss.

"Okay, the matter is done, let's go back!"

He was in a good mood. He turned around and patted the guy on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Old Pang, I remember you!"

The old face couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and then Pang Dahai showed a happy look on his face, and then raised his head happily and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, go back to the way! Go back to the way!"

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It was a big deal that night. It was already late at night when I returned to Pi Island. I had already drunk alcohol. After a while, after going back to the military camp, Mao Jue was just slept like a dead pig.

But before he could rest, early the next morning, another "alarm clock" buzzed in his ears and was pushed up. Seeing that the sky was still a little cloudy outside, Mao Jue couldn't help but feel resentful, rubbed his head and shouted unhappily.

"Lao Pang, what's the matter? I've gotten up so early in the morning?"

His boss looked like a playboy was resentful of a lack of sleep. The Pang Dahai was also worried. He finally squeezed out a smile, but he smiled even worse than crying.

"That Mr. Qian, it's time to be on duty again. Brothers are waiting for Mr. Qian, you are going to order the duty! Who will patrol the sea!"

Suddenly, Mao Jue became much more awake. Yesterday, he was thinking about the important tasks left by Mao Wenlong and attracted some people to deal with Yuan Manzi. How could he be lazy today? Besides, what Mr. Qian did was really incompetent. He had recognized him for two days, and his subordinates had actually seen Pang Dahai.

"Okay, please clean up, I will be on the job now!"

He stretched his waist, reached out and took off the cotton armor hanging next to him, and while wearing a pair of them, Mao Jue said.

In the film and television drama, the military camps are surrounded by tents in Luzhai. However, in fact, the garrisons are usually like a small town, with brick and adobe houses. Mao Jue had been to Lao Longtou, and this place is very similar to that there. The officers also have a separate yard. Mao Youde takes care of him. The yard he lives in is at the garrison level, and the office is in front of the place where he lives.

After washing his face, wearing cotton armor and a helmet, Mao Jue followed Pang Dahai to work in a novel way. In that class room, some of his subordinates were waiting there early, a total of fifteen or sixty. However, they were completely different from the soldiers who were very serious in his impression. These guys were really good and bad. The old ones were already fifty or sixty, and half of their teeth fell off. In their prime, they were thirty or forty, and a set of cotton armor seemed brand new. Before they could enter the house, they could hear the messy comments from afar.

There was no discipline at all, and Mao Jue couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"I've met Lord Qianhu!"

When they opened the door and entered the room, the guys at least restrained themselves and saluted with fists together. There was only one table and a chair in the whole room. Mao Jue took the initiative to walk behind the table, sat down, and then raised his hand.

"All up!"

"Thank you!"

After giving up the salute, a tall and thin general who had half a bearded man was the first to buzz and yell.

"Mr. Qianhu, the beginning of the new year has arrived. How to be on duty this year? I would like to ask Master Qianhu to show you how to do this first day!"

This happened when the big girl got into the sedan chair for the first time. Mao Jue was a little numb and pretended to clear his throat and asked.

“How did the rotation last month?”

"When I say to Master Qianhu, we have been vacant for more than two years. On weekdays, we will go to the northeast with Shenbaihu, inspect the Yalu River estuary of Tieshan, Zhangbaihu, and Zhangbaihu will go to the Shuangyu, Taiping Island, and Mr. Zhao, Pangbaihu, and Jinbaihu will go to the Garland Island of Zhanzidao, each with manpower, every three days of patrol!"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the general flag Pang Dahai who was listening to the side became ugly first, but he didn't dare to interrupt. The other hundreds of households also looked different, some were proud and some were disappointed. Who knew that Mao Jue had just stood up with the table in this time.

"What?"
Chapter completed!