The Soldier of the Red Mansion

Chapter 57: Fear of Brothers' Suffering
The clerk on duty came to invite you.

Whisper softly.

"Mr. Chen, the Prime Minister invites you in."

Chen Yan quickly stood up and followed the clerk.

The cabinet chief's classroom is very large.

The gold bricks were like a mirror, and Chen Yan took every step lightly. Although he was old, he was still nervous and excited, even to the point that he finally met Zhou Daofeng, the chief minister of the cabinet and the world-famous man who had been at the helm of the Great Zhou for two decades.

"Greetings, Lord."

"Please take a seat."

Zhou Daofeng was reading the official document while writing, and he kept talking, "What is your minister's attitude towards the training of the Beijing camp?"

"Since the death of Minister Jin, Lord Li did have some interest, but later, for some reason, he stopped interfering much in the reform of the Beijing Camp. The Military Affairs Office currently controls the Beijing Camp, and the Ministry of War can no longer intervene."

Chen Yan sat upright on the chair and spoke word by word.

The reform of the Beijing Army was proposed by the Military Affairs Office many years ago, and everyone knows that the Beijing Army is rotten.

But the Ministry of War disagreed.

Later, the Ministry of War agreed. In order to fight for the dominant position, they refused to give in for many years until the former Minister of War died. However, the Vice Minister of War showed a subtle attitude, and the Ministry of War began to lose the dominant position.

"Do your job well."

"Li Yuan wants to offend no one, but he has already offended someone."

It seemed that appointing officials to the imperial court was a matter of Zhou Daofeng's words.

The Minister of War, a third-rank official, decided the outcome in a casual manner in Zhou Daofeng's mouth.

Chen Yan was overjoyed.

"The Beijing Camp is your responsibility. Don't let your guard down. Keep a close eye on it. If you do a good job, you could become a chancellor in the future."

Zhou Daofeng's words go straight to the heart of the matter.

Like a businessman.

He only talks about interests and never mentions the word "benevolence".

Chen Yan didn't care, the joy in his heart seemed to be overflowing.

Subconscious fantasy, the moment when others call themselves ministers.

But speaking of the Beijing camp.

Chen Yan felt a little uneasy and hesitated.

"speak."

Zhou Daofeng didn't even raise his head.

Chen Yan didn't notice, and was infected by Zhou Daofeng's attitude. He said in a panic, "There's a Wang Dusi who was transferred to the capital from Yangzhou. I heard that the department personally ordered the training of the troops. Today, I went to inspect and found that this person is extraordinary."

To be cautious, Chen Yan said four words.

"How is it extraordinary?"

"The military discipline of the Beijing Camp has been neglected, and morale has been slack. People have been talking about it for years, and it's just a cliché to ask the Beijing Camp to retrain. Now it has really begun. Everyone in the army is taking it very seriously. Everywhere is training vigorously, but this person is the only one who is not in a hurry or panic."

Zhou Daofeng finally stopped what he was doing.

Chen Yan spoke faster.

"Today I went to the camp he had chosen, but he wasn't there. A sentry officer said he was busy finding a livelihood for his men. That was quite surprising."

Officialdom.

The comment of being a maverick is not a good thing.

Zhou Daofeng smiled.

Seeing the Prime Minister laugh, Chen Yan felt regretful and thought he should have been more careful with his words.

"You've done a good job. You're dedicated to everything you do. If everyone were like you, the court wouldn't be in such a mess. Go ahead and do your work with confidence. I can still provide a good foundation for you." Zhou Daofeng picked up the pen again.

One side of the desk was piled with unprocessed documents.

Chen Yan stood up.

Bow deeply.

Leave respectfully.

After the abdication of the emperor, all matters must go through the cabinet and be approved by the chief minister.

How many official documents are there every day?

Not everyone can take on this role.

The prime minister in front of him has been in office for twenty years.

same.

It also shows that this person has been extremely powerful for twenty years, and he has many students and old friends in the officialdom, including the Minister of War who died of illness not long ago, who was also promoted by the Prime Minister. When he said that he was holding up the whole country, Chen Yan had no doubt about it.

Zhou Daofeng waited for the next person to come in, and took advantage of the moment of leisure to think about Wang Xin.

The emperor is the smartest person he has ever met.

It’s a pity that he has a bad temper.

Needs to be coaxed.

However, the retired emperor said that this boy was good at fighting, and he did not doubt the retired emperor's vision. It was normal that Chen Yan did not understand. He was indeed an extraordinary person and deserved more attention. It was a pity that his surname was Wang.

Zhou Daofeng paused.

Although Liu Ru had been against him for half his life, there was one thing Zhou Dao still agreed with.

Nobles are not available.

No matter what.

Why are you pushing so hard?

Zhou Daofeng sighed.

Why can't we just wait?

Interests blind people.

Everyone wants to gain the greatest qualifications.

Compiled according to military registers.

"The Eastern Army has 30,000 registered personnel, with 9,000 each in the Left and Right Armies. Each army has one general and three deputy generals or lieutenant generals. The number of large and small camps varies. In fact, when the major armies of the Capital Camp, the Imperial Guard, and the Twelve Regiments Camp were not reorganized, the registered number of troops and the actual number of troops had not matched for many years."

The former commander of the Beijing Camp, Wang Ziteng, was willing to move his position, not because he wanted to jump out of the mud pit himself.

Families big and small were counting on the Beijing Army to make a fortune.

Each one is more extravagant than the other.

Several generations down.

No matter how rich the Beijing Army is, it is not enough to make trouble.

It was exactly what he wanted.

Dai Wei, the right Sima of the Eastern Army, deliberately left Zhang Can behind.

Dai Wei realized that the captain in front of him, who was sent by the local government, was most likely thrown here as a burden by the local government.

Unreasonable.

But he is really good at leading troops.

Dai Wei secretly watched the two assistant attackers on the left wing train. Although they were also good, Zhang Can was more experienced in training compared to them. So Dai Wei felt sorry for their talents and couldn't help but teach them a few things.

After Sima's reminder, Zhang Can finally understood why the Beijing Camp, which had only been reorganized for four years, was even more corrupt than their Datong Military Town.

The Datong military town continued the previous dynasty.

It has been hundreds of years.

The Beijing Camp Black Army has only been reorganized for four years and has not yet been reorganized.

It turned out to be the case.

"Thank you, Sima."

Zhang Can clasped his fists in gratitude. He really didn't want to bother thinking about this, but he was not stupid. Sima was good to him, and Zhang Can appreciated it. Otherwise, if he misjudged the situation, he might get into trouble at any time.

"You." Dai Wei shook his head. "You and that Wang Dusi are really two different paths. You focus on training the troops, while he, on the other hand, is very experienced in dealing with people and has actually raised morale."

"Has he started training?"

Several days had passed and Zhang Can had no time to care about Wang Xin.

Although I know that Wang Xin is being ostracized and feel sorry for him, I am also in a difficult situation and can only hope for the best.

"Not bad."

Dai Wei gave his approval.

The fat on Zhang Can's face showed a half-believing and half-doubting expression.

That guy is so young, and his ancestors weren't soldiers, so where did he learn the skills of training soldiers? The military strategies available on the market only talk about general principles, but don't teach how to train soldiers.

After bidding farewell to Sima, Zhang Can, unable to let go, got on his horse and took a detour to meet Wang Xin.

Wang Xin holds a higher official position than himself because of his connections, but he is not arrogant because of his youthful success and treats him well, so I have to give him some pointers to prevent him from thinking that I am not good enough in the future.

Even if we lose, it’s okay as long as we lose gracefully.

Someone always loses.

If you lose, you will just be benched.

Wang Xin is already a Dusi, the final rank for many military officers. Even if he sits on the bench for a few years, it will not hinder his future.

Zhang Can felt that he was really nice.

(End of this chapter)