Chapter 37: The thought of voting for Shao 1 came to me, and I suddenly felt that the world was wide

Chapter 37: The thought of voting for Shao 1 came to me, and I suddenly felt that the world was wide

Chapter 37: When I thought of joining Shao, I suddenly felt that the world was wide
Now it was Lord Qiao's turn to be stunned.

This kid is even more skilled at climbing up the ladder than I thought. He's a man who knows how to scheme for personal gain. With his cleverness, there's no problem for him to be a commander.

Just when he was worrying about how to completely win the heart of this beloved general who was good at training troops, he handed over the method to him, which meant to show his complete loyalty to him.

Qiao Songnian himself was the adopted son of his uncle, and he had no psychological barriers to having an adopted son. So the soldiers trained by Shao Quanzhong were completely the Qiao family army.

Four groups of five-clawed golden dragons were waving at him. He should accept them as his godsons.

Qiao Songnian did not let Shao Quanzhong get up, but laughed, "Okay, I will accept you as my adopted son."

Shao Quanzhong kowtowed three times and said, "I am here to see you, my godfather."

"Get up."

You have to give a gift to your godson. Qiao Songnian felt around in his arms but found nothing.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Quanzhong, now that you have reached the age of twenty, do you have a name?"

"My foster father, I was born in poverty, I have never been to school, and I can't read."

"You are my adopted son, so you are the son of an official. I am a Jinshi who passed the imperial examination twice, how can you not have a name?

I give you the name 'Yuting', what do you think?

Huh? Shao Quanzhong was confused. Would my new godfather know my background?

Then he knelt down again and said, "Thank you, foster father, for the calligraphy!"

Qiao Songnian was a literary man, so of course the words he gave had to be poetic. Misty Taizhou, pavilions and towers, are all elegant things, the easiest to think of, and he just said them out of his mouth.

In front of more than 300 militiamen in Quanweizi, Shao Quanzhong swore to Qiao Songnian as his godfather. No one thought he was shameless; everyone was extremely envious.

Lord Qiao was able to fill the most lucrative position in the Qing Dynasty, the post of Lianghuai Salt Transport Commissioner, and is also in charge of the Jiangbei Grain Station, single-handedly controlling half of the economic lifeline of the Qing Dynasty. This requires that he is favored by the Emperor and a popular figure in the Qing Dynasty officialdom. His future is limitless.

Every one of the other people present here, even if they knelt before Lord Qiao for ten days and wanted to be his godson, Lord Qiao would never accept them as his godson.

Lord Qiao was willing to recruit Shao Quanzhong because the head of the group had real abilities.

The imperial court had no choice but to use Zeng Guofan as they had always been secretly wary of his rebellion. Lord Qiao's proposal to form the Huai Army to contain Zeng Guofan was exactly what Emperor Xianfeng wanted and would definitely be approved.

If Shao Quanzhong became the de facto head of the Huai Army, he would be able to use the blood of the Taiping Army and the Nian Army to dye Lord Qiao's hat from blue to red in the future. Could an ordinary person do that?

Qiao Songnian was busy with official duties, so he just inspected the place and left without even entering Shao's house.

After seeing off Lord Qiao, Le Xiucai came up.

"This time, Master Qiao brought 50,000 silver coins. Should we follow Master Wu Wenxi's example and give Master Qiao 20% of the silver as a gift?"

Shao Quanzhong thought for a moment and said, "Among the fifty thousand silver coins, twenty thousand was donated by the gentry when we fought against the bandits and saved Hailing County.

The donations from the gentry were managed by Lord Wu, and Lord Qiao just brought them along. So of the 20,000, 10,000 would be put into Lord Wu's logistics account.

The other 30,000 was directly allocated by Lord Qiao and has nothing to do with Lord Wu, so we can use it with confidence.

As for Mr. Qiao, during festivals and the old man and the old lady’s birthdays, I just need to kowtow and greet them, and there is no need to give any kickbacks.

Lord Wu has already retired, and he only hopes for some money to keep the garden running and enjoy a peaceful life. This kind of tribute is indispensable.

What Lord Qiao is seeking now is advancement. What he needs are the heads of the traitors. If we give him kickbacks, he might think that we are not doing any practical work.

We should train our troops well and fight wars."

Le Xiucai saluted and turned around to make arrangements.

As he walked, he shook his head and sighed, "My lord was born in poverty and should not have seen much of the world. How come he knows so much about officialdom? This is definitely a gift from heaven."

It is even more impossible for the lord to have studied abroad, but he is well aware of the foreigners' military training methods. This cannot be explained by a miracle.

Now that I have embraced Lord Qiao's big, golden leg, my rise is just around the corner.

My decision to vote for him was so wise. When I thought of voting for Shao, I suddenly felt that the world was so vast.

As soon as Le Xiucai left, Hai Qing came over again and said, "Second brother, you have already established contact with Master Qiao, why are you still giving money to Wu Wenxi? If it were me, I would just kick him away and keep the money for ourselves, wouldn't it be better?"

"Third brother, you can't just focus on the money.

Mr. Qiao's hometown is Shanxi, and he is considered a dragon from across the river. The Wu family and the Wen family are of the same origin, and they have deep roots in Taizhou, and they are definitely local bosses.

No matter where our troops fight, they will not be able to succeed without the foundation of Taizhou.

A slave with three surnames is not welcome anywhere. If you are with Master Qiao, you can't just dump Master Wu."

In his previous life, Shao Quanzhong had more than forty godfathers and godmothers, but only twelve of them had names and surnames in history.

After becoming rich, he was still as respectful to the old godmother in the village who had helped him in the past. He kowtowed to her and showed filial piety to her. He was well-known for his chivalrous spirit of repaying kindness.

It is not easy for grassroots people to rise up. You can’t help but think that whoever gives you milk is your mother. But you can’t forget the old favors after you climb up the ladder. If your bad reputation spreads, no one will help you in the future.

In this life, with the experience from the previous life, I made arrangements in advance and served as a slave for the Wen family for three years.

It seemed like he was wasting his time, but now that the time had come to use it, he soared to the sky, saving the process of being recruited. Shao Quanzhong had avoided many detours by never having been a thief.

Now that he is on the verge of rising, Shao Quanzhong has been quite restrained by only having one godfather - after all, he is not a lowly person who loves to kowtow to others, and the fewer godfathers he has, the better.

After lunch, the soldiers continued to train in the afternoon. Shao Quanzhong gathered all the soldiers in the right camp, put his hands behind his back, and raised his voice, "Zhang Wushuan, Yan Laoliu, and Qu Laosan, step out!"

The three shed masters took half a step forward.

"You performed well in the bandit suppression this morning and have been promoted to sentry leader of the first team."

The three newly-minted sentinels touched their heels in salute, "Thank you for your training, General!"

Shao Quanzhong followed them to suppress the bandits, but he didn't take any action, which meant he was just a reserve force.

As an outsider, he was able to see things more clearly and was carefully observing the performance of his subordinates in order to determine the organization of their lower-level officers.

A few days ago, based on the spirit of the study team, an acting shed leader was temporarily determined, but the sentry leader has not yet been appointed.

Fortunately, there are more than a hundred people in total, so it doesn’t matter if there are no platoon-level cadres, but regularization is definitely necessary.

From the beginning of the establishment of the militia, the organization of Shao Quanzhong's subordinates was not based on the militia, nor did they adopt the Green Camp's 55 system organization. Instead, it was completely based on the organization of the Beiyang New Army.

Below the battalion is the team, below the team is the sentry post, and below the sentry post is the tent.

The organization of the new army is also different from that of the Hunan Army. In the Hunan Army, below the battalion is the sentry, which is equivalent to the company commander, and below the sentry is the team, which is equivalent to the squad leader. There is no platoon level.

The organization is not random, it is related to weapons and equipment. The Hunan Army is still equipped with matchlock guns, bows and arrows, swords, and spears, while the New Army uses rifles, so the organization requirements are different.

No one is in charge of the militia, you can call it whatever you want. Now it is about to be upgraded to the Huai Army, which is different from the Xiang Army, and it will confuse others.

Shao Quanzhong closed his eyes and thought for a while, and simply called himself by the name he was most familiar with, so as to avoid causing confusion among the officers of the Hunan and Huai armies.

"Now, I declare that the captain will be renamed as company commander, the sentry commander will be renamed as platoon leader, and the shed commander will be renamed as squad leader.

We are about to be upgraded to the official Huaiyong, and our organization will be based on this in the future.

Captain Song, you should quickly pick out three platoon leaders and finalize the organization of the right battalion.

Brothers who have not been promoted, don't be anxious, train well and perform hard.

Our Huai Army must have at least five battalions to start with. Our current right battalion is the officer training battalion. All of my brothers, Shao Quanzhong, can be sent out to get promoted and make money in the future.

Those who are lazy and don't work hard are not my brothers! "

Everyone loves promotion and wealth. The soldiers of the right camp cheered together, "We are willing to die for the regiment commander!"

The training continued until the evening. When it was getting dark, Tian Xing came back with the marching team with a piece of gauze wrapped on his left arm.

Shao Quanzhong was extremely concerned, "Brother, how did you get hurt?"

Tian Xing laughed, "It's okay, just a minor injury. I have already found the lair of the Dutian Temple bandits."

(End of this chapter)