The change of identity turns one person into another person.
This is determined by the rules of the dynasty and the constraints of feudal society for thousands of years.
Everyone knows that there is a difference between superiority and inferiority.
He is still the same person as before, but now no one in Yang Ming dares to look at him as he did before, and his title has also changed.
Mr.
Yang All the soldiers who came from Hongcheng had respectful expressions on their faces.
It was true that the feeling of respect was similar to the feeling of facing a Shangguan, and it seemed to be even more depressing.
Even Liu Tieshan's expression was somewhat unnatural.
This is class.
Two people of different classes should never expect to be perfectly harmonious.
Yang Ming acted very naturally, and even took the initiative to chat with some familiar old acquaintances.
However, he seemed a little embarrassed when he saw these reserved people who couldn't even speak clearly.
When facing themselves, these people only gave endless compliments, and carefully put a human skin mask on their faces.
It was not a good idea to stay here.
At least in Yang Ming's opinion, this celebration banquet will not be very relaxing since he is here.
Maybe tonight will become a rare conversation capital in their lives, maybe it will be a memory.
The dull wine table gained some popularity during Liu Tieshan's toast.
The big-headed soldiers who were yelling at the civilians were all full of smiles.
Only then did Yang Ming pick up the wine glass and raise it high: "Thank you for taking care of me and hosting a banquet."
I’m really grateful.
We are all fellow villagers of Hongcheng.
Don’t be restrained and drink this cup to the full.”
As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, the soldiers at several tables raised their wine glasses high.
They had never received such courtesy before.
A scholar who was about to be the Juren Gong actually toasted to them.
The ancestral graves were smoking.
They are more or less aware of Yang Ming's legendary events in just two months, especially officers like Liu Tieshan who are the beneficiaries, whether it is the sweet soup at Chengmen or the recent coal group, or even Nowadays, they have made a lot of money and credit by suppressing bandits.
It is such a young talent who is so unpretentious and approachable that they respect and love him.
This feeling definitely comes from the heart.
If possible, they would even be willing to devote themselves to the Yang family, but they don't know if they are willing.
After three rounds of drinking, I was already slightly tipsy, and the autumn wind blew my face sobering up a little.
The wine table is still lively.
The soldiers are no longer as restrained as they were at the beginning, but they are not yelling too much.
In their bones, these people believe that it would be inappropriate to do vulgar things in front of a decent gentleman.
It was looked down upon, so everyone became elegant.
The sea bowl prepared by the inn long ago was replaced with a five-cent wine glass.
They filled the wine pot with wine in a very polite and intoxicating manner.
One cup for you and one cup for me.
It seemed that their personalities were all affected by this.
Got sublimated and became a gentle man.
Yang Ming smiled, they were all a group of lovely and respectable people.
In this feudal society, life means carrying back food, sending old people away, and raising children.
This is a great man.
He even saw some veterans secretly put the duck legs into their pockets.
No one said anything.
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This banquet was not something they could often eat.
They would save some for their wives, children or parents to eat at home.
It is the family's greatest happiness to experience the taste of this restaurant with just one bite.
He felt that he had begun to worry about the country and the people.
He had just gained the right to eat meat, so he had no time to care about other people.
But why do I feel a little sad when these respectful and nervous smiling faces face me?
This is not a sign.
At least as a gentry, this kind of mentality is abnormal.
Yang Ming secretly warned himself that this is a group of bastards, just like the bastards he was in his previous life.
Maybe he will get used to it after seeing too many people like this.
"Daddy" Just as Yang Ming was lost in thought, a milky voice sounded in his ears.
Looking at it, he is a boy about two or three years old.
He has a peach-shaped Mingxin hair style on his head.
The dark hair is very beautiful.
His little face is a little pale.
He is wearing a patched coat that was changed from an adult's old clothes.
The little clothes he wore were very loose, probably because the wife at home wanted to wear them for a few more years.
He took small steps and ran towards a table next to Yang Ming.
"Goudan, why are you here, your mother?"
A soldier in his twenties stood up, hugged the boy and lovingly took a duck neck from the plate in front and handed it to his son.
The child was very sensible.
He took the duck neck and did not eat it.
Although saliva was lingering around his mouth, he did not put it into his mouth.
Instead, he said to his father: "Grandpa is sick.
Mom will take me to wait for you at the pier."
When I came back, I saw you guys going upstairs.
My mother and I were waiting downstairs, but you didn’t come down for a long time, so my mother asked me to come up and look for you.”
"Okay, let's go."
The soldier didn't care about eating, and was about to go downstairs.
Suddenly he seemed to remember something, and then he stepped back with a flushed face.
It could be seen from his squirming appearance that he seemed to be struggling fiercely in his heart. , the little boy was held by his left hand and he was trying hard to pull him downstairs, but he was too weak and couldn't pull him.
"Guard, can you?"
The soldier finally came to Liu Tieshan and spoke to his superior officer in a voice as small as a mosquito.
"It's really bad luck."
Liu Tieshan looked impatient, but he still untied a bag from his waist, took out a three-cent silver coin and threw it to the soldiers, saying: "Take this little money first, and then pay it back when the reward comes."
"Give it to me" Three coins of silver equals three hundred coins.
Yang Ming couldn't help but glance at Liu Tieshan.
Although the money was not much, it was still a lot for these soldiers, but as a city gate guard, it was natural for this soldier to have extra income.
You can also share some money, how could you end up in a situation where you can't even raise money for medical treatment?
After one of the soldiers came downstairs with his son, Yang Ming asked, "Why are your city gate guards still short of money?"
Liu Tieshan gave a bitter laugh and lowered his voice before saying, "Mr.
Yang, does he think Liu has done something about it?"
As an officer of the city gate guard, Liu Tieshan was understandably corrupt.
In some places, rewards would not be given out at all, and a large part of the pay would even be withheld.
This was a common practice in the Ming Dynasty army.
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"Is there any inside story?"
Yang Ming was also surprised.
Of course, he was just curious.
As a scholar, he couldn't care less about the affairs of these big soldiers, but these people were also acquaintances.
Moreover, the soldiers just now seemed to be the ones who helped the Yang family transport food last time.
One of the soldiers was sent back so he asked casually. s: Today’s update is about the sudden changes in the weather: