Women Wearing Men: The Growth Path of the Bastards of the Aristocratic Family

Although the resettlement of refugees is cumbersome, as the grandson of the academic officer in Hangzhou, no one dares to really assign Ren Yingze to do rough and tiring work. Just be a quiet mascot.

But Ren Yingze didn't want to be just a mascot. In his eyes, the supervisor could teach any one of his subordinates at will, which was both dignified and majestic, which satisfied his vanity well.

Therefore, every day, he is either swaggering and showing off his management style, or bossing around the low-level civilian officers and soldiers, beating and scolding at every turn, as if this is the only way to show his nobility.

Everyone has been dissatisfied with Ren Yingze for a long time, but they are afraid of his identity and dare not say anything. Whenever they encounter him deliberately making things difficult, they can only swallow their anger, but silently pray in their hearts when there will be a demon, so that he can be accepted as a troublemaker. Difficult brat.

On this day, a policeman led some soldiers to the construction site, bowed to Ren Yingze and said, "Young Master Ren, these are the [-] soldiers newly dispatched by the magistrate to make up for the government servants dispatched yesterday. Queue, do you think it would be better to put them there to supervise the work?"

Ren Yingze had just taught a bricklayer who was plastering a wall a lesson, and now he was raising his chin and akimbo, and it was the time for his arrogance.Hearing this, he slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at these officers and soldiers, and said casually:
"I will be in charge of the work of the supervisor. Everything is done properly. There are enough people. There is still a shortage of manpower in other places. Let's send them to do other things."

Hearing this, the policeman's smile froze, but he knew that this master had acted recklessly not once or twice, so his expression quickly returned to normal, and he asked flatteringly: "What does Mr. Ren think he should send them to do?" ?”

Ren Yingze turned his head and looked around, and said casually: "I think there are still a few masons missing, so let them take off the adobe and paste the walls."

Hearing this, the faces of all the officers and soldiers behind him froze, and they squinted at Ren Yingze coldly, and the aura around them suddenly became subdued.

These officers and soldiers originally belonged to the Iron Cavalry Battalion under Ding Guogong's command. They were stationed at the border all the year round. They were clank warriors made from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.Just because of the peace and stability of the frontiers in recent years, in order to reduce military expenditures, the imperial court transferred some frontier soldiers back to the inland guards to serve as garrisons, and the original garrison troops were sent back to their hometowns to focus on agricultural production.

Even though they have withdrawn from the front line and no longer fight, the pride of soldiers in their bones has not faded away. It would be fine if they stood on guard and supervised workers, but Ren Yingze actually wanted them to paste the wall, which is undoubtedly an insult to their personality.

Seeing this, the policeman screamed inwardly, and quickly persuaded him: "Young Master Ren, I'm afraid this is inappropriate. It takes a special mason to remove the adobe and paste the wall, and they have never done it before. How can they know this? What if they do it at that time?" If it is smashed, it will delay the construction period, right?"

Ren Yingze was very dissatisfied with his questioning his decision, and said impatiently: "The troops stationed in the guards are not recruiting troops, they need to be ready to fight the enemy at all times. Most of them are also from peasant households, farming in their spare time and fighting in battles. I'm used to it. How could someone really know nothing about it? Don't fool me!"

The catcher looked perplexed: "Young Master Ren, no, they..."

Without waiting for the policeman to explain, Ren Yingze frowned and pushed him away from him, walked forward in three or two steps, and shouted at the officers and soldiers: "My son told you to take off the adobe wall, don't hurry up!"

The officers and soldiers looked at him coldly and did not move for a long time, as if they were deaf.

The leader of Qianhu Wei Shiqian had a gloomy face, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes seemed to spew fire.After a while, he withdrew his fierceness, finally held back his breath, and waved to the officers and soldiers behind him: "Okay, let's all go to work."

After speaking, he walked to the construction site beside him, imitating the example of others, and took off the adobe somewhat unfamiliarly.

As soon as Wei Shiqian spoke, the others stopped insisting and started to do things one after another.

Ren Yingze was very dissatisfied with this.Just now he talked for a long time and no one listened, but Wei Shiqian was able to get the officers and soldiers to do it with just one sentence, which made him feel very ashamed, and seeing Wei Shiqian became more and more unhappy.

"Look at the adobe you took off. It looks crooked. Can it be used? You can't do this well, it's a waste!"

Wei Shiqian lowered his head and gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and raised his head to look at Ren Yingze, his eyes were cold: "It was you who asked me to take off the adobe just now, and now you are the one who dislikes me for not doing well. What exactly do you want?"

Ren Yingze felt provocative in this look, and was furious immediately: "What kind of attitude do you have! A mere Wu Pifu dares to talk to me like this!"

Wei Shiqian didn't want to argue with such a villain, so he put down his work and walked behind Ren Yingze silently, without even looking at him.

Ren Yingze became even more angry, and when he passed by Wei Shiqian, he grabbed Wei Shiqian's sleeve and shouted, "I'm talking to you! Where are you going!"

Wei Shiqian stopped in his tracks, flung Ren Yingze's arm away easily, and said without turning his head, "Since you think I can't take off the adobe well, then I'll go paste the wall. Master Ren must be satisfied, right?"

Wei Shiqian didn't use much strength, but threw Ren Yingze staggeringly, his feet suddenly became unstable, and he sat down directly into the mud.

Ren Yingze was used to being domineering, but it was rare for him to be deflated once.At this moment, everyone around him stopped their movements in unison, and cast inquiring gazes in this direction, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Sensing the gazes of the people around him, Ren Yingze suddenly felt ashamed, his chest heaved up and down with anger, and he stared at Wei Shiqian with resentment, as if trying to burn two holes in his back.

The arrester was afraid that something might happen to him, so he helped him up cautiously, and persuaded him: "Mr. Ren, he is Wei Shiqian, originally from the cavalry battalion, and the gang of soldiers just retreated from the front line of the border. He has a bad temper. And tough, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

If Ren Yingze had heard this earlier, perhaps he would have tolerated it a bit and not cared about it.But Wei Shiqian is so shameless that he can't get off the stage in public, he will not let him go easily no matter what.

Thinking of this, Ren Yingze was so angry that blood rushed to his forehead, and his reason suddenly lost control.His eyes were red, and he picked up a thick hemp rope from the ground for lifting heavy objects. He caught up with Wei Shiqian in two or three steps, and yanked it down: "Wei Shiqian! Stop for me!"

Hearing the movement, Wei Shiqian looked back and bumped into Ren Yingze's movement head-on.

There was a crisp sound of "pa", and the rough hemp rope covered in mud fell firmly on the right side of Wei Shiqian's face, and a red mark appeared immediately.

The hemp rope was dry and rough, even if Ren Yingze used [-]% of his strength, its power could not be compared with that of a whip.Compared with Wei Shiqian's sword wounds on the battlefield, this little bruise is even more insignificant.

But the insult contained in this rope is incomparable to any sword wound.