There is an inn in Yanjing City, which is called "Youjian Inn".
Yes, this inn is called "Youjian Inn".
A very vulgar name, and the inn’s appearance is not good, and the scale is small, but the so-called sparrow is small and complete, the dishes and wine in the small shop are still quite good, and the price is very affordable, and it is loved by ordinary people.
It happens to be November, in the cold winter season, and there is nothing to do in the field. Many people will come to the inn for a sip of wine, blow for a while, give pointers to national events, and comment on Yanyun’s military layout. I talk about the parents' shortcomings, in short, how do you come here at will, and you can squirt eloquently, very free and easy.
It's the same today. Before noon, the inn was already full of people.
However, this one is indeed different from usual, because with the return of the large-scale wounded soldiers, there are many more wounded soldiers scattered in the inn. Xizha, sigh with emotion on the tragic years on the battlefield.
Of course, most of them are bragging about how awesome they are. It is quite common for a spear to sweep out and pierce three or five enemy troops.
The big guys were tacitly aware of each other's hearts, and no one clicked them. Instead, the ordinary people with their ears outstretched next to them were eavesdropping openly. They were bluffed and stunned.
"Speaking of the last time, Xixia's stubborn land, do you know? The prince took the lead, led the thirteen eagles and the iron harrier, swept the army, and beat the army to call a crying father and calling a mother, so happy! The infantry that followed us, everyone had to chop off three or five heads! When the knife went down, the head fell to the ground, and the blood spurted up. It was several feet high, and it was sprayed everywhere. That scene, That's amazing! It's a pity that I only cut four, alas, some are missing." A one-armed middle-aged veteran, boasting, was very proud in his heart, but on the surface he sighed and killed too few.
This is a typical Wang Po selling melons, boasting, and still turning around, boasting about oneself, a common tactic in the pure market.
The nearby people didn't care about those, clapping their hands and cheering, their faces flushed with excitement, wailing ghosts, wishing to kill the enemy in person.
"Tufan actually dared to take advantage of the prince's absence to meddle with us on Yanyun Xijing Road, it should be killed!"
"That is, Tufan barbarian, an uncivilized barbarian, also wants to meddle with us in Yanyun land? Looking for death!"
"You said that our prince, after a while, will we settle accounts after the autumn and lead the army directly into Tufan's hometown?"
This question was asked to a very high standard. When scratching the itchy place, the middle-aged veteran was delighted, but on the surface he was calm and took a sip of his wine before he pretended to be an old god.
"As far as I can see, as far as our prince’s temperament is, he will surely end up in the hinterland of Tufan, let Tufan offend Yan Yun's fate!
"Okay! I will also join the army at that time!" a young man in coarse clothes yelled, blushing and clamoring.
The middle-aged veteran gave the young man a very satisfied look, nodded slightly, and said with some restraint: "A good man, I should join the army! Young man, work hard! We Yan Yun is about to start recruiting new recruits again. The prince personally said it, and called it. Let me screen good soldiers, maybe we can meet again then!"
The young man was immediately excited, "Uncle, really? You won't lie to me, will you?"
The middle-aged veteran was a little upset, and said angrily: "What do I lie to you as a little baby? The prince really wants me to screen recruits. The prince said that I am a veteran. The recruits are absolutely fine!"
The young man was so excited and at a loss what to do, he picked up a bowl of wine, "Uncle, then I toast you a bowl!"
The middle-aged veteran drank the wine in one fell swoop, and overheard the newly learned nouns, and used them now. He smiled and said, "It's not bad, but the ruts can teach you too!"
As for the meaning of what can be taught, in fact, the middle-aged veteran doesn't understand, he just thinks the word is very domineering!
Another person who knew the middle-aged veteran was also a retired veteran. He couldn't see it and started to expose the old bottom. He sneered: "Old taro, don't brag ~ to force you to die? You say you are qualified. Training recruits, I admit it, but you said it was the prince who ordered you to train the veteran and killed me. I don’t believe it! We Yanyun has hundreds of thousands of troops, who have seen many of the princes from a distance, but we can see the prince’s face from a close range. How many of them? Let alone talk to the prince face to face! The prince appointed you to train recruits? Fuck! Who is fooling you?"
The middle-aged boss, known as the "old taro", immediately became anxious, "Wang Lao San, you really don't underestimate people! I really talked to the prince! The prince even bandaged my wounds!"
"Hahaha..."
Inside the inn, he burst into laughter, as if he had heard something incredible.
Wang Lao San, who had made a sound earlier, joked with a smile:
"The prince himself bandaged your wounds? The more you blow it, the more it will become more and more useless! You drink a few more bowls of wine, do you want to say later, that the very watery little girl in your family was caught by the prince, and you want to receive it? Become a concubine in the palace?"
"Hahahaha..."
In the inn, there was a mess of laughter.
The old taro became a little embarrassed and furious, jumping and shouting: "Wang Lao San! I ~ fuck ~ you ~ ancestor ~ Zong! It doesn't matter if you look down on Lao Tzu, you can't call my daughter! Also, don't bring the prince with you! I told you that at the beginning On the battlefield, I broke my arm and bleeds a lot. The doctor was too busy, and the prince came to dress me personally! I told the prince that I was still a good man with a broken arm, and he could still go to battle and kill the enemy! Let me stay in the barracks, saying that I have lost an arm and have paid enough for Yan Yun. I don’t want to go home and enjoy the blessings. I said I don’t want to leave the barracks! The lord said after thinking about it. Let me be responsible for training new recruits, it's true!"
The spit star flew all over the place. According to common sense, probably outsiders would believe this and be very moved in their hearts, but those veterans who have been on the battlefield are moved and moved. They still do not believe that the dignified King Beiyan would know the old taro like this. An ordinary old man.
At the table of Wang Lao San, he glanced at each other and curled his lips, his face full of disbelief.
The old taro was completely impatient. His proudest and biggest talk was that he had dealt with King Beiyan, but no one believed him.
At this moment, in the corner, on a table next to him, a young boy who led a little boy, kept silent and looked at all of this with a smile, suddenly said:
"I believe in you, I remember that King Beiyan did accept this to you personally."