My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

three,

I, Cao Shiyue, even though I don't have a wife yet, doesn't mean I don't have love.

Ever since newspaper novels described me as a hot and hot talent, girls from all over the world began to write letters to newspaper offices and booksellers, expressing their sincerity to me.Some of these letters were forwarded to my father's clerk's office, and my new secretary brought them to me every few days.

According to my father's order, no matter whether I am copying the scriptures seriously or not, if there is a disagreement, I will read the letter.

Some of them are poems and pictures, but some of them are so unbelievable and completely unexpected that I can't even copy the scriptures after hearing them.

I told my dad that if you can return it, you can return it, and don't accept this kind of letter again. I am not the person they think.

When negotiating this matter with him, the old man was holding a cigarette pot while playing cards, holding many photos and lining them up one by one, as if to make a magic circle.

I dusted it off and cried out.These are all pictures of young girls, and some of them clearly say "Self-reviewed by Brother Shiyue" on the back, and the signature is "Sister XX".This is probably attached to those letters. I guess I thought that attaching a small portrait of my boudoir would impress my heart.As a result, my dad withheld it, and I haven't seen it yet.

At that time, I was full of suspicion, not knowing what kind of medicine the old man was selling.I wanted to ask him, but he asked me first: How is the new secretary?It's our old family, the young man is learning to do things, he is a bit stunned, and he is willing to learn hard.

After Shen Weiren escaped, he never mentioned this person to me again, as if Secretary Shen, like his former adjutants who died, never existed at all.He quickly picked another secretary for me from the recommendation of fellow villagers.

Perhaps Zhang Wensheng really disappeared someday, or died, and that's all he did.Choose another good man and continue to be his adjutant.

I said: I don't know if it's good or bad, I didn't even have a word with him.He took the letters written to me by others and read them directly, and he read them aloud whenever he was embarrassing.

My dad nodded and said: Oh.

It looks like he doesn't intend to control it.Anyway, it was his idea to read it to me. His people will not be flexible, but it is a manifestation of loyalty and courage.

I also don't want to talk too much with him, and if he ignores it, I'll leave in embarrassment.

Before leaving, I said: I will go back and continue copying scriptures.You have killed too many people, so it is only right for me to supersede them.

My dad was very thick-skinned and didn't take it for granted. He pointed to the small portraits of young girls lined up on the table and asked me: "Look, if there is anyone I like, I will accept it as a concubine first."

Now if I pick a woman and start a family as soon as possible, maybe he, the father, will be more satisfied.But I suddenly remembered what Zhang Wensheng said - if you don't like it, don't force it.

At first glance, they were all people in the paper, and they didn't poke my heart or lungs.What's more, I don't want to take concubines like the old man. Even the visiting foreigners say that men who marry too many wives treat their wives as goods and slaves, which is bad and not progressive.

I said: no.I don't pick from photos.

My dad nodded and said: You still can't forget the white camel who sang the opera.

Talking to him became more and more chaotic, so I said good-bye and hurried away.

When I closed the door, I took another look, and I saw that my dad was still studying those photos, and even took out his glasses to wear them carefully.

Not many days later, he picked one from among them, and sent someone to prepare a generous gift for his parents, and hired him as the fifth concubine.

four,

The woman who pursues me will suddenly become another mother of mine.

It's nothing, the last woman I almost hired, my own father killed her grandfather and left the matter to me.

In addition, my father's adjutant who claimed to be me from time-traveling has ignored me since then, and we have lost our friendship in private.

Moreover, the secretary who was once the most trusted by me failed to mutiny in Jiulishan, and then disappeared without a trace.

Before these things happened, I was copying scriptures.After all this shit happened, I still seemed to just copy the scriptures every day.

What a joke, how can this work!

At the beginning of September, my dad's good news is coming.

He married the first four wives in silence, and was carried through the back door in a small sedan chair.This time, it may be that he felt sorry for himself for being sneaky all the time, and wanted to pay off at once, so he made the concubine matter a big one, and directly announced the marriage in the newspaper.

So everyone in the country knows it.Half a month in advance, someone came to congratulate him with gifts, and the four mothers in my family were always crying.

Sometimes, when my father taught me to teach me a lesson, he would come to cry in front of our father and son, and just sit and cry outside the study door.

I felt embarrassed, and taking advantage of my dad's good mood that day and being able to listen to people's words, I put medicine on his ears, saying that I must be vigilant and self-reflecting, and I will move to the Jiulishan Camp to practice military affairs.

My dad hesitated for a few days, but agreed.After all, the me he talked nonsense with others is very different from the weak chicken copying the scriptures.I'm going to meet his fellow brothers soon, and he also knows that these generals and commanders are all human beings, and I'm afraid I'll show my true colors when I walk straight in front of them.

With a flick of a pen, the old man wrote a warrant, and Zhang Wensheng led me to inspect the affairs of each battalion, which lasted for three days.

Three days are so short, Mao can't even learn it.But I was free for the time being, so I didn't have to listen to the noise from my aunts, and I could go directly to the barracks to question Zhang Wensheng face to face, and ask him why he was avoiding me.

It is also different from usual, with a new atmosphere, which makes me secretly happy.

My dad made a full set of plays and asked someone to prepare a set of military uniforms for me, which looked decent, and I was also awarded the rank of colonel.Another squad of guards was sent, and I rode to the camp all the way, and they lined up with guns and followed behind.

There was a lot of ostentation at the moment, I was no longer the unknown son of the Cao family walking on the road, but Cao Shiyue, the young commander of the army.The spectators on the side of the road were all moved, pointing and saying: That is Marshal Cao, the one who burned and looted Tong's house!Unexpectedly, at such a young age, the man with thin skin and white flesh is actually more ruthless than his father!

I heard something wrong with this, so I asked my new secretary: what did they say?

The new secretary rode behind me, with an attitude so humble that he almost leaned on the horse's back, and told me: the young commander is so majestic, and the villagers are full of admiration.

I said: speak human words.

The new secretary said: They are all praising you.

I:……

He was arranged by my father, and he is also a fellow from Jiangxi. I don't want to argue with him, so I can only let him grow ears and speak deaf.

Going out of the city to Jiuli Mountain, the other side also lined up to meet them because they had already received the letter.Before the horse stopped, it fired a row of guns for me, which meant to fire the guns.

The horse was startled and I was also startled. Fortunately, people from the left and right quickly grabbed me.

I wiped off my sweat, looked down, and someone stretched out his hand to help me get off my horse to patrol the camp.

I recognize the outstretched hands, and I recognize the person who came to help.There can be no one else, he is Zhang Wensheng, the adjutant Zhang who received my father's warrant and had to accompany me for three days.

I looked at him and let him freeze. If he didn't greet me or call my name, I just wouldn't get off the horse.

The two of us were tense, and the people in the joint venture waited. Finally, he still wanted to be a man, so he couldn't hold back anymore, so he had to say: The 63rd Battalion of the humble army is ready to be inspected by the young commander at any time!

I don't take his word for it.After being left hanging by him for two months, I have to ask for it back.I tilted my body on the tall horse, and the cloak my father had just asked someone to cut for me almost brushed his face.

I said: Brother Sheng, what do you call me?Why are you so out of touch.

Zhang Wensheng frowned: The young commander is here to patrol the camp.

Still not speculative.I threw the whip to him, and jumped by myself—well, it was impossible to jump directly. I grabbed the edge of the saddle, stepped on the stirrups, and slid off the horse.

I said: Then today you are Adjutant Zhang again.

Zhang Wensheng held my horsewhip in both hands without making a sound.

I brushed off my cloak and said, "Okay, let's not talk about personal relationships, you are Adjutant Zhang."Adjutant Zhang, today I want to check the military accounts first, so take me to your account to have a look.