In my previous life, I mean, in the past thirty years, I had been living in a small world. For me, my world includes my father's portrait, Uncle Suzuki and myself. Hate, training, and cleaning are all my life. I have no intention of accepting other people and other things until I die. Haha, I should have died, otherwise how could I travel here?

The owner of this body, I mean the original owner, he should have died, so our souls overlap. Who knows? Suddenly I felt so tired. I was so confused in my previous life. Should I be serious and responsible after traveling through time and being someone else? The most important person in my previous life, my father left me early, Uncle Suzuki seemed to have betrayed me for some reason, and I came to this unexplained place for no reason. Should I take these seriously? This kind of philosophical question is what I hate the most, okay?

The car was talking about something enthusiastically, as if it was old things about "me", such as being lazy and pretending to be sick and not going to the school, being punished by the teacher to kneel down, and having sex with cold dumplings and vomiting three times overnight. In this way, there was nothing good. They were happy about it, but the center of the discussion - I am already wandering around at this moment, and I am just timid about the problems they have thrown away.

I don’t know what to do, nor where I am. Who am I, where, what am I doing, this former funny joke is deeply troubled by me at this moment. It seems that I am a little distracted. Uncle Ye said after the topic ended: "San'er... Well, Qi Lan, the Tatars you killed yesterday were warriors of alien races and famous cunning people. The court has been pursuing for a long time. Yesterday you made great contributions! The chief of the grain-relieving master Ye came to tell someone, and you must go to see him after you wake up, and there will be a great reward! I think you have not recovered yet, and I will rest again. At noon, I will take you and Buhui to go."

I said "Oh" with some distracted thoughts. Seeing that Mr. Ye and his uncle were leaving, I came to my senses and felt that this family was really good to me. Whether it was me or not, this relationship was precious. I was afraid that they would feel cold. I quickly explained: "Grandfather Ye, uncle, Qi Lan suffered a heavy blow yesterday, but she still felt dizzy at this moment. She was very negligent, so I hope he can forgive me!"

The car was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly, I was embarrassed! These words were not funny and striking at all? Why do you all laugh when I said anything? Is my operation wrong?

After laughing for a long time, Ye Gong gasped and said, "The disease is good! The disease is wonderful! If every disease can be enlightened and wisdom, I would rather you be sick a few more times!" Uncle Ye choked and nodded. Uncle laughed for a long time, touched the wound, frowned, but still couldn't help but smile and said, "I'll be spared. Qi Lan has realized it. I just wish him peace and health."

Everyone scattered, Yan Zhu returned to the car, looked at me strangely, and then took a break after serving my uncle. I said this for a long time, but it didn't fit my mood. I felt very frustrated, so I lifted the curtain and got out of the car.

The convoy was still moving forward in a winding manner. The September in Yanzhao land was so clear that the weather was clear. A group of geese flew over the top of their heads and migrated south under the leadership of the leading geese. I looked at the smallest one in the last, that was me. When I came here, perhaps following the flow was the best choice. I was in a daze, I suddenly heard someone call me and turned to see it, but Ye Buhui.

I saw him sitting in the coachman's position, looking back at me and waving to me. This young man is open-minded and capable, and is not annoying.

I smiled, walked over, jumped into the car, and sat side by side with him. He thanked for the rescue yesterday. I made a few nonsense. Everyone was "people of the same age". Everyone was very happy for a moment. Then he started to talk about martial arts. He was extremely happy about my dream of being in the magical mechanism. His comments on the sword skills I learned were probably comparable to his father. He himself took the strong path of hard bridges and hard horses, but he was very jealous of this small kung fu. I understood that this was a common problem for young people, so he agreed to wait until I mastered it and handed it to him. Everyone was very happy. I never found that I was so good at coaxing children...

It was noon in the blink of an eye, and the entire convoy formed a rest and made fire to make rice. I was a buddy, but since I was injured, I didn't have to do anything anymore. Yan Zhu took out the dry food and made some dumplings. Everyone ate a bite and fucked her stomach. My uncle took me and Buhui to the camp tent. Along the way, the civilians and men had their own meals. I carefully observed these Ming soldiers, which were not as poor as they were in movies and TV. They were quite moderate and full of spirit. It seemed that the Qi family army was indeed well-known.

After a while, we had arrived at the camp. The sentry asked about the purpose of the visit and looked at us up and down a few times. His expression was quite polite. It seemed that the superior had already explained something and did not bother him, so he took us to the middle car.

The camp official Ye is about thirty-six or seven years old, with a purple-tang-colored face, medium figure, three wisps of beard, and his eyes are like lightning. After hearing the news from his subordinates, it was the hero who killed the thief head yesterday, so he got up and gave the bill to greet him, with a very sincere attitude. I wondered in my heart, how could such an army be defeated by the barbarian Jurchens in decades? It seems that the superstructure is really more important.

The guest and the host were divided into seats, and the Ye camp official did not tell anything, and said directly: "I am Ye Sizhong, the official under the tent of the governor of the family. In the war of state, many of the warriors emerged in the grassroots, which is indeed the blessing of the country and the blessing of the court. I wonder which one killed the other warriors of the Tatars?"

Ye Sizhong? I seem to remember this name...ah, yes, he is the son of Ye Dazheng and the great-grandson of the scholar Ye Yougen. His father entered the Imperial Academy as a commoner. After meeting Qi Jiguang, who was the general at the time, he followed Qi Jiguang to Fujian to pacify the Japanese. The troops arrived at the ground of Lindun, Fuqing, and encountered Japanese pirates. Ye Sizhong killed one enemy and captured 12 people. Later, he successively recovered Xinghua, Pinghai, Zhenghe, Shouning and other places, and rescued more than 2,000 people.

Later, Ye Dazheng died in battle, and Ye Sizhong followed Qi Jiguang to fight south and north, and was a general who was good at fighting. In his previous life... Let's talk about it this way, whether as a Chinese who gave birth to me or a Japanese who raised me, I admire Guan Gong, Yue Fei, and Qi Jiguang in Chinese history and paid much attention to his important generals in life. I didn't expect to meet him.

But Uncle Ye bowed and said, "Sir, the thief's head is my nephew, Sun Qilan, and I am killed by the dog's son Ye Wuhui." It means, Uncle Ye wants to give all the credit to us. But this is definitely not my original intention, nor is it what I wish. But this is not the time to speak, so I stood quietly aside without saying anything.

Ye Sizhong smiled slightly after hearing this, "You must not behave like a person! This little brother seems to be thin, but he is a person who does a big career. Brother Sun, what do you say?"

I asked again without answering: "Everyone shot the deer, and Jia shot three arrows in a row, and the wounded deer ran and bleeding. When he was dying, Yi shot the deer at the hind leg, and the deer died. Sir, in your opinion, who should own this deer?"

Ye Sizhong was very interesting and smiled and said, "B got the hind legs, Jia got the mermaid Yu Lu."

I bowed to him and said, "Thank you for your virtue of giving me the hind legs!"

Ye Sizhong laughed, but turned his head to look at his uncle and asked, "Your surname is Ye?"

The uncle replied: "That's right."

Ye Sizhong asked again: "I don't know where your ancestral home is?"

My uncle replied: "From my father, my family lived in Penglai. But my ancestors lived in Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

Ye Sizhong asked again in surprise: "Is there any family genealogy?"

My uncle thought for a moment before answering: "When my great-grandfather entered the genealogy, he used the word "De".

Ye Sizhong also thought for a moment, stood up and bowed to his uncle, "Since that's the case, you and I should be the same generation. I am thirty-three this year, don't you know that your elder brother is Gui Geng?"

My heart said, this brother looked really old, and I believed that he was forty! I was thirty in my last life, and that skin, tsk, it’s better to be modern!

While he was thinking about it, he heard his uncle politely say, "Is there such an opportunity? That foolish brother is seven years older!"

When Ye Sizhong heard this, he met his uncle on the spot with his brotherly courtesy before he sat down. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that the ancients really valued love and friendship. They only asked about blood ties, not background, and perhaps it was different from person to person.

But I heard Ye Sizhong continue, "Brother, since you and I meet each other with each other, I will say it directly. As Sun Xianyi said, rewards should be fair and fair. Yesterday's incident was clear that the master's merits lies with the elder brother, and the second merits lies with the two nephews. According to the Ming Dynasty, those who kill the enemy's centurion can be promoted to the chief. But the elder brother does not have a military position. If he does not dislike it, he can start with the captain. The nephew can be the chief sergeant. As for Sun Xianyi, what are your requirements?" After saying that, he looked at me with a smile.

I thought to myself, I want to go back, go back to modern times, I want to go back to figure out what happened! Did you give me the others? I am not interested in anything else. I learned martial arts to protect myself, but I didn’t want to be a military officer to work hard, and immediately responded: “I wish to give my credit to my brother Ye Buhui!”

Buhui said anxiously: "How to do that? Never do it!"

Ye Sizhong nodded and said, "If you take credit but don't be proud, this mind is worthy of admiration. Can you write?"

I thought to myself that I can naturally write. Fortunately, I grew up in Japan and learned traditional Chinese as well as Chinese. If I learned Simplified Chinese in China, it would be embarrassing. So I replied: "I understand a little bit."

Ye Sizhong asked again: "Can you know how to calculate?"

I curled my lips and replied, "It's OK to calculate the numbers, but it won't settle the accounts."

Ye Sizhong laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm not at ease to hand over the account to you. From tomorrow, you can come to my camp as the secretary."

In this way, my uncle and brother-in-law became the captains, and I became the clerk of the baggage camp under Qi Jiguang for no reason.
Chapter completed!