At this time, the city was full of troops, and the small Jiming Post had already filled the city's soldiers. The Ming army had two types: military garrison and military garrison. The border army was military garrison. General He Shen was under the jurisdiction of five ministry officials, each of which was commanded by 1,120 people. At this time, the total force in the city reached 5,600, and both manpower and morale were above the Tatars.

If the Tatars were panicked and unprepared, they could use vanguards to penetrate the center and disrupt their positions, and then attack them with two wings of the army, at least half of their troops would be able to lose their troops. Unfortunately, they missed the opportunity, which is really regrettable.

The king's clerk lived near the county government office. He was originally carrying the gentry of Min County Magistrate Hui and the township of Li, who was about to organize the people to escape, but saw the army rushing in from the northern city. Naturally, the original strategy was no longer necessary. He sent Lord Min back to the county government office first, and was rushing back, and then he met Yang Ling and Wang Bantou.

Yang Ling and Wang Bantou came on horseback. Yang Ling didn't know how to ride a horse. In order to seize the time, he also bit the bullet and got on the war horse. Although the horse was not running fast, it made his thighs sore and his waist seemed to be about to break.

As soon as he saw the chief clerk, Yang Ling hurriedly told him about his temporary appointment as an official secretary. He humbly asked for advice and got the key points, so he immediately rushed to the official secretary's office.

The Yicheng Office is a five-entrance chain courtyard with brick and wood structure. The building complex is very large. The outermost entrance is the inn, the second entrance is the inn, the second entrance is the inn, the stairs, the stairs, and the barracks are inside. As for the Yicheng Office and Sleeping, the last entrance is the courtyard.

After receiving the military order conveyed by Wang Bantou, the Office of the Post Secretary was temporarily assigned to Yang Ling, who was driving the ducks on the shelves. Jiming Post was too small and there was no special treasurer, so the post secretary was also the position of the post secretary. Ma Yicheng had six minor officials, four were responsible for the affairs of the post secretary, and two were managing the warehouse.

The city was just now, and the defenders were killed and injured. There were only four living officials who went up to the city to help with defense. One of them was seriously injured. Yang Ling could only call him three people. The three of them were all covered in smoke and fire. They had not had time to wash them. Although they were not like the Kitchen God like Yang Ling, they were enough to see.

Yang Ling told them to pack up a few of the best houses to prepare for the three adults to move in. They also asked them to clean up the warehouses, carry grain and grass utensils, and count the received grain and grass supplies on the spot, register and organize the inns to distribute them to each battalion.

After all the instructions were finished, I looked around and remembered that this was where Ma Yicheng usually worked, and I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. It was said that the two of them were really destined to be together. He only arrived at Jimingyi one day earlier than himself, and he met the county magistrate because of his family's lawsuit and found a position to make a living.

However, Ma Yicheng died here only more than a month after taking office. He was still alive, and the world was really unpredictable. Yang Ling thought to himself: Should we go and see the Ma Ang brother and sister? They should know the news of Lord Ma’s death now, and he should go and visit them.

But now the military supplies battalions are coming in a steady stream, contacting officials, receiving grain and grass into the warehouse, calculating the supply needs of each army, and arranging the military supplies of each battalion. He and several minor officials are busy, and there is no time to pay their respects at this time.

Besides, as soon as Ma Yicheng died, he replaced him as Yicheng. If a group of postmen and officials came to ask for instructions from the Ma brothers and sisters all the time, I am afraid that Ma Ang would feel even more uncomfortable, so after thinking about it, he had to give up.

The rice and grain were in and out of the way, so Yang Ling couldn't figure out what it would be like to put the military rations for more than ten days in the military camp. Such frequent mobilizations are exhausting, and it is time-consuming and labor-intensive to start the transfer. Even if it is to keep the military supplies in the hands of civil servants, this is too much or too much.

He was as busy as a top, and rode his horse to carry food and grass to hand over the city gates one by one. When he passed by the house, he hurriedly jumped off his horse and wanted to go back and change his robe. The one on his body was so muddy.

When he jumped off the horse, Yang Ling felt that his legs were as if he had just come off the boat. Because he couldn't ride a horse, his inner thighs were so stung that he was so stung when he walked. He was afraid that his young mother would feel distressed when she saw it, so he slowed down his pace as soon as he entered the door, which seemed more natural.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Han Youniang wearing a blue floral apron and sitting in front of the stove with dumplings. When she saw her husband coming back, she came up happily like a happy magpies, with her red face full of joy.

There was a smell of vegetable filling in the air. Yang Ling sniffed it. Well, it was the feeling of home, a warm feeling. Seeing Han Youniang's cheeks covered with some flour, a touch of gentleness and affection quietly jumped in his eyes. Now he likes to see her as both childish and gentle little woman.

He saw that the lid of the pot had been neatly packed with four and a half rows of dumplings, like small white ingots, and couldn't help but smile: "You, I'll ask you to go home and rest, just have some food to eat, what kind of dumplings are there?"

Han Youniang helped him take off his dirty robe and said, "My husband, today is the New Year, how can you be careless? This is the first New Year we have together."

Yang Ling was stunned. The thrilling day and night made him forget that today was the first day of the Lunar New Year. The first big night that came to the Ming Dynasty was spent with Youniang in the shadow of swords and swords. Looking at Han Youniang's face full of happiness and sweet smile without any resentment, his heart felt sad. For the first New Year, am I lucky to spend the second New Year with you?

He was afraid that Han Youniang would see his expression, so he quickly turned around and picked up a robe. While wearing it, he said to Han Youniang: "Well, I really forgot. Go back and buy some wine and food. When I come back, we will celebrate the New Year together and make up for the New Year."

Han Youniang agreed crisply and said, "I will put the new robe for my husband on the kang and I will change it when you come back."

Yang Ling said "hum", hurried outside, and turned over and ran back to Nancheng with two postmen. Two battalions of troops were stationed outside Nancheng, and they were burying rice at this time. The trees cut down from the mountain temporarily were wet and burnt, and thick smoke rose.

When he arrived at the city gate, he found out that Huang County Magistrate and Jiang Ba accompanied several adults to Hongyan Tower for dinner. The craftsmen who were rushing to repair the city gate at the city gate had already rested. Yang Ling saw that nothing was wrong, so he turned around and walked back with a few lieutenants.

He has been running around since he had a meal in the morning and has been hungry until now. Although he has gradually touched some key points of riding, he still feels that riding is much harder than walking. He has to work hard on the horse, so tired and exhausted, and dry mouth.

He saw a well on the side of the road, so he jumped off and hung a bucket of well water with a wooden wheel. The well water was clear, and transparent sheets of ice were floating in the water. Yang Ling held up a handful of cold and sweet well water and drank several large mouthfuls. He swallowed the cold well water, which made the stomach feel a little painful. He gasped for a few breaths, and simply washed his face with the well water, stood up and stretched his waist, sniffed with the white mist, and the hair that was dipped in the water instantly became hard.

At this time, more than ten fast horses were coming from the military camp outside the city. Because the horse speed was too fast, the general who was standing by the wellhead was wearing the costumes of the Post Office and quickly pulled the horse. He rushed out more than ten feet before he stopped the horse and returned.

Yang Ling looked at a general surrounded by the soldiers in surprise. He was about 40 years old, thin, dark skin, and a slightly beard under his jaw. He looked too high in cheekbones. His pair of triangular eyes, which were more white than black, somewhat destroyed his elegant temperament.

His face was cold, obviously he was enduring his anger. When the war horse came to him, he arrogantly carried the reins of the horse, held the whip in one hand, and asked condescendingly: "Are you from the Post Office?"

Yang Ling asked with her hands that were cold red, "Who is the general? What's the point?"

The personal soldier beside the man shouted loudly: "Rareless! This is our Bidusi, why don't you reply quickly?"

When Yang Ling heard that he was a fourth-rank general, he really didn't dare to be arrogant. He hurriedly stood up and bowed, "I am the acting postmaster of the county. I wonder what the general is doing?"

The general heard the whip and whip roared sharply, passing by Yang Ling's ear, which scared Yang Ling, which made the personal soldiers burst into laughter. Yang Ling was furious. He suddenly looked up and glared at the Dusi. He saw that Bidusi gritted his teeth and said coldly: "You little postmaster, you are so brave. I led the army to help at night and rescued nearly ten thousand people from Jiming Post. Now I want the soldiers of my general to be hungry. It's really outrageous."

Seeing the general being domineering, Yang Ling was furious, but after hearing this, he was stunned. His anger disappeared immediately. He frowned and said suspiciously: "How is this possible?" He turned his head and looked at the open southern city gate, pointing to the curling smoke: "I have already distributed food and grass by the inn staff. It is clear that the smoke from cooking stoves has been lit outside the city, but why do you say you want to go hungry?"

Bidusi sneered with a blue face: "That is Sun Dazhong's military camp. My Bichun's men are also officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. So far, only half of the officers and servants have been assigned rice and grain. As the saying goes, the emperor is not a shortage of hungry soldiers. Could it be that you, Jimingyi, want us to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy with hunger?"

A thought flashed through Yang Ling's mind: "Corruption and interception?" When he left the Office of the Post Office, he had personally visited the warehouse. At least two warehouses were filled with food and grass, which was enough for these 5,000 officers and soldiers to use for ten days. Who was so bold that he dared to deduct such an arrogant attitude, and when war was at the same time, he was so bold.

At this time, he even felt like killing in his heart, and for a moment his face turned pale. Yang Ling suppressed his anger and bowed to Bidusi, saying, "Sir, this is the negligence of Huyi. Please take care of it more. Please send the chefs in the army to the post office immediately. Huyi rushed back to the post office and personally distributed military rations."

A small official next to him kept pulling his sleeve quietly, as if he had something to say, but Yang Ling ignored it and just looked directly at Dusi.

The cool lines on his face slowly eased after hearing Yang Ling's words. He owed his body, staring at Yang Ling with a pair of triangular eyes, and looked at Yang Ling for a while without looking for a while. He suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

Yang Ling said: "Yang Ling, the acting postmaster of Jiming County, was appointed by Jiming County."
Chapter completed!