"Thank you, ma'am!" Seeing Mei Ya like this, Chi Chongyuan and the others were even more terrified and busy bowing. Mei Ya was embarrassed to stay in the big tent, fearing that they would feel restrained. Then she said something to Zhong Mingwei and slipped out to have dinner with other soldiers.
Mei Ya has been going in and out of the camp these days, and the soldiers naturally know her identity. At the beginning, they didn't even dare to look at Mei Ya for more than a second, but now seeing Mei Ya holding the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, many soldiers are rushing to invite Mei Ya to have a meal at the same table. Mei Ya has a cheerful personality, is easy to talk and joke, and never puts on airs. As long as Zhong Mingwei is not around, even the most ordinary soldiers will go over to say hello to Mei Ya.
"Madam, you only finished half of the book the day before yesterday!" Mei Ya had just sat down at the simple dining table when a soldier came over with a bowl in his hand, squatted aside, and looked at Mei Ya expectantly, "Madam, please continue to tell us! I really love to listen to "The Story of the Former Ming Dynasty"!"
"Yes, ma'am! I've been thinking about you for the past two days. I'm so anxious that I feel like a cat scratching me!" Another soldier quickly echoed, looking at Mei Ya flatteringly, "Ma'am, today is a rare day for you to be free. Can you please be merciful and tell me another story?"
"Madam! Please be merciful! When the war starts tomorrow, we will definitely charge into the capital in one go!" Another soldier ran over and sat down on the ground. The young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, looked very heroic.
"Well, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, I will say a little more, just as a benefit to everyone," Mei Ya put down her bowl and chopsticks, looked at the full crowd of soldiers sitting in front of her, and smiled, "By the way, where are we going next?"
"Last time we talked about the brave general Chang Yuchun, this time it's time to talk about Xu Da, the leader of the six founding kings of the Ming Dynasty!" the sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man hurriedly took over.
"Okay, let's talk about Xu Da," Mei Ya said with a smile, slapping her hand on the table, using it as a wake-up call. For a moment, all the soldiers were silent, looking at her eagerly. Mei Ya coughed, cleared her throat, and then began to talk. "Everyone knows that Xu is the most famous general of the former Ming Dynasty and the first of the six founding kings. Naturally, he has a noble status, but who knows that Xu Da was originally from a poor family? He was a farmer's son who had to rely on digging for food in the soil and barely making a living. Although Xu Da was born humble, he was not a self-deprecating person. He was a man of lowly character, but he was resolute and unwilling to be inferior to others. He knew that he was born extraordinary, and he had made up his mind not to waste his life. He must achieve great things. He was not a fake master who only talked but did not practice. In order to achieve his lofty ambitions, he practiced martial arts since he was a child, training in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, and finally practiced a good set of kung fu. Xu Da and Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the former Ming Dynasty, were brothers who grew up together. At that time, it was a turbulent time. It is said that heroes are made by the times. These two famous heroes joined hands in this turbulent time and debuted on the stage, starting their magnificent lives..."
Mei Ya talked incessantly, and when she was excited, she held a chopstick in one hand and gestured back and forth in the air, just as if she was recreating the scene of a fierce battle. All the soldiers were stunned, staring and moving their heads back and forth with the chopsticks in Mei Ya's hand. These soldiers were born in poverty and hardship, so where could they have the spare money to listen to books? After entering the military camp, they also trained hard every day, and they had no leisure time. So although Mei Ya's books might not be good, they were so novel and wonderful in their ears. They squatted or sat, or stepped on stools and tables, surrounded Mei Ya, and listened quietly. As Mei Ya spoke, the soldiers applauded and cheered from time to time, and stamped their feet and sighed from time to time.
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