"Master Wang, is this...?"
Lao Ma looked at Wang Cheng and then at the thousand or so people behind him. He didn't understand why these people were brought here at night.
"Come and have something to eat." Wang Cheng said.
"Eat something?" Lao Ma asked in surprise.
There are about a thousand people, and they are all wearing strong armor and fighting hard. They look like they are here to fight against the autumn wind.
But with so many people, how much money will each of their households get if the autumn wind blows?
Wang Cheng also realized that their sudden arrival was really abrupt, so he needed another explanation.
Seeing that Lao Ma still didn't believe it, Wang Cheng had to take out a piece of gold from his arms and handed it to Lao Ma, saying: "Old Ma, you are still familiar with this Ma Tou Town. Help me find a place to get some meat for my brothers. Soup."
Lao Ma looked at the gold in his hand and was speechless for a while. Could this person be serious?
"Is there not enough money?" Wang Cheng asked.
Lao Ma quickly nodded and said: "That's enough! That's enough!"
Then, he said to the crowd watching behind him: "Don't fucking look at it, just leave!"
After everyone dispersed, Lao Ma tried to say to Wang Cheng: "Master Wang, brothers, please don't go into the city. Lao Ma has a manor nearby. Let's go there to eat. Do you think it's okay?"
Wang Cheng nodded and said: "Okay! Just listen to Boss Ma!"
Later, under the leadership of Lao Ma, a thousand people came to the manor he mentioned.
The manor is located in the southwest corner outside Matou Town, covering an area of several thousand acres. In addition to growing grains, it also raises a large number of horses, cattle, sheep and other livestock.
After everyone entered, a group of servants came to greet them, and Lao Ma quickly ordered them to light a fire and cook.
Wang Cheng stood in the huge manor and couldn't help but said: "Boss Ma has such a big family fortune!"
"Not worth mentioning! Not worth mentioning!" Old Ma sneered.
Wang Cheng joked: "Don't worry, Boss Ma, I won't ask you to borrow money."
Lao Ma smiled, and then quickly changed the subject: "Master Wang, Lao Ma just got a good thing some time ago, please take a look at it."
Wang Cheng did not refuse and followed Lao Ma to a room in the manor.
There are rows of wooden racks in the room, and all kinds of weapons are displayed on the wooden racks, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, boring sticks, sticks and other weapons.
This is an armory!
Wang Cheng's eyes suddenly focused on a long spear standing in the room.
The body of the gun is made of cold iron and is one foot, one foot and three feet long. The head of the gun is in the shape of a black gold tiger's head, with the tiger's mouth swallowing the blade. The body of the gun is gold-plated and made of platinum, making it extremely sharp.
Lao Ma walked up to the spear, tapped the barrel with his index finger, and immediately let out a soft whistle that lasted for a long time.
He looked at Wang Cheng and smiled: "Master Wang, what do you think of this gun?"
"What a gun!" Wang Cheng couldn't help but say.
He is also a person who uses guns. The Zhu family of Ninghou Mansion personally made a gun for him. It was a gun that had reached the level of a spiritual weapon, but it was unfortunately broken.
It stands to reason that a spiritual weapon cannot be broken that easily, even if it can explode with tens of thousands of kilograms of force. But there is a disadvantage with that gun, that is, the barrel is divided into two parts, and it may break if the force is too strong.
According to Mr. Zhu, there was a lack of materials when building the spear, so two materials were used, so that the spear was divided into two parts.
However, he still asked for the long gun. He liked that the gun could be flexibly disassembled, otherwise it would be too inconvenient to carry a three- to four-meter-long gun every day.
This gun looks extraordinary. The head and the barrel are integrated. It is as stable as a sinking abyss without touching it. A slight touch will naturally release cold killing intent.
"It's a coincidence that Lao Ma picked up this gun on the road when he went to the west to buy horses a few months ago. I still remember that night when it was dark and windy, and a golden light suddenly emitted from the west where we were camping, and it almost disappeared in a flash. .”
Lao Ma fell into memories and narrated: "Lao Ma travels all over the country. Such visions must lead to the birth of a valuable treasure, so Lao Ma and several of his brothers went to check and found this gun in the wasteland. "
Wang Cheng saw that what Lao Ma said was true, and when he thought about it, it was almost true.
Huangzhou has been a place of four wars since ancient times. There have been countless wars, so weapons left behind after the war can often be found in this area.
"As the saying goes, a sword is given to a hero, so I will give this spear to Mr. Wang." Lao Ma suddenly said.
"Give it to me?" Wang Cheng was stunned.
He had only met Lao Ma once and for all, and he could count the words he said on his fingers. Why would he give himself a tiger-headed golden gun that was at least a spiritual weapon?
"Not bad!" Lao Ma nodded.
Wang Cheng asked: "Why?"
Lao Ma said solemnly: "Old Ma, I have been traveling all over the country for so many years. I have seen too many people of all kinds, but I have never seen a face like Mr. Wang."
He stared at Wang Cheng with his eyes and said, "It's priceless! It's really priceless!"
After Wang Cheng heard this, he felt goosebumps all over his body. Could this guy think of himself as a horse?
Seemingly seeing through what Wang Cheng was thinking, Lao Ma smiled and said: "Actually, Xiangren and Xiangma have a lot in common. Master Wang has a strong aura, and every move he makes is like a mountain. If Lao Ma expected it to be true, Mr. Wang is full of energy and blood. It must have reached the state of great success, maybe..."
He glanced at Wang Cheng and said meaningfully: "Maybe he has reached the legendary perfection of Qi and blood."
Wang Cheng's expression changed slightly. He took action once in front of Lao Ma, but this man actually saw through his lies.
"Matou Town, no, the entire Yinshan County is too small. It seems that Lord Wang's hidden dragon is not enough for you to writhe. In the future, Lord Wang will surely fly above the nine heavens."
Lao Ma's tone suddenly became extremely respectful, and he said complexly: "Others only see how glorious my horse will be, but only I know that my wealth is like a rootless piece of grass. Once any powerful person takes a fancy to me, Lao Ma I can only offer it with both hands."
Wang Cheng finally understood that the emotional old horse was looking for a supporter, and this tiger-headed golden gun was a salute.
But what puzzled him was that Lao Ma had been in business for so many years, and it was impossible that he had not made friends with some officials.
Horses have always been strictly controlled by various countries. The Great Zhou Dynasty has even stricter control over horses. The provenance of almost every horse must be known. Selling horses is not something ordinary people can do.
"Actually, Lao Ma is indeed attached to a powerful man. Does Mr. Wang know about General Gu, the former General of Zhenxi?" Lao Ma said.
"You mean General Gu Yanzhang Gu?" Wang Cheng thought of the old general who had lived in Lingzhou for the rest of his life.
Lao Ma nodded and said: "General Gu has removed his armor for many years, and his influence in the army is getting weaker and weaker. In a few years, Lao Ma, I will have to find another supporter."
Wang Cheng understood that people leaving for tea has been around since ancient times. It has been almost ten years since General Gu was demobilized. Those subordinates were also transferred away and joined others. Naturally, his influence in the army continued to weaken. .
"Although Mr. Wang is just a military commander leading thousands of troops now, Lao Ma believes that it won't be long before Mr. Wang will rise up and become a famous general in our Great Zhou Dynasty!" Lao Ma said.
Wang Cheng thought for a while and said: "Okay! I will accept your tiger-headed golden gun!"
"Thank you, Mr. Wang!" Lao Ma was overjoyed.
Wang Cheng quickly supported the old horse who was about to salute him, and said: "I don't like red tape very much, nor do I like the behavior of being a retainer. Since Boss Ma thinks so highly of me, just call me Wang Cheng." .”
"Okay! Then let me ask you to call me "Brother"." He said happily.
Wang Cheng nodded, then walked towards the tiger-headed golden gun and grasped the barrel.
"Huh?"
Wang Cheng's expression changed. The weight of this gun was not light. It was almost two thousand kilograms.
"Lao Ma once let the martial arts master at home try this gun. He could hold it but couldn't use it." Lao Ma said.
Wang Cheng used his palms to pull out the spear from the shelf, and with a wave of his hand, a sound of breaking wind and a soft whistle resounded throughout the entire armory.
"What a great gun!"
Wang Cheng couldn't put it down. The more he watched it, the more he liked it. His love was beyond words.
The two then chatted for a while and left the room.
In the empty manor, a group of soldiers sat together in small groups, gnawing on their legs and drinking soup. They felt very comfortable.
Wang Cheng nodded secretly and said, "Old Ma, you have many connections, can you get a lot of beef and mutton?"
"A large amount?"
Lao Ma was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, pulled Wang Cheng aside, and whispered: "Brother Wang, are you preparing a large amount of beef and mutton for your subordinates?"
Seeing Wang Cheng nodding, Lao Ma opened his mouth and said: "Brother Wang, these are thousands of mouths. If you open them to eat, you don't know how many cattle and sheep you can eat in one day. This is not a small number!"
Soldiers have huge appetites. One sheep is not enough to feed four people. A thousand people would need at least 250 sheep. Even if they only eat ten times a month, that would still be 2,500 sheep.
With the purchasing power of today's copper coins, a sheep costs one thousand taels, which is one tael when converted into silver. Therefore, one month of sheep costs 2,500 taels.
"Don't worry about money. I'm not short of money, and I'm not interested in money either."
Wang Cheng waved his hand, took out an acceptance note from Chase Bank, and handed it to Lao Ma.
Lao Ma took it and took a look. It was written on the gold acceptance ticket that it was one thousand taels of gold.
He is really not short of money!
However, Lao Ma still said: "It's okay to entertain these subordinates in private once or twice. If it lasts for a long time... this is a taboo in the military!"
Wang Cheng couldn't help but his expression changed. He knew the meaning of Lao Ma's words.
Soldiers are fed by the imperial court. How can it be reasonable for him to feed his subordinates privately?
Is this your private army?
If this matter is known to other hostile colleagues, as long as he spreads a few words to the outside world, it may not take long for his head to move.
Wang Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Old Ma, how do you process the offal of cattle and sheep here? Does anyone want it?"
"You mean those bitches? What are they doing here? They were all taken out and buried on the spot." Lao Ma said.
Wang Cheng's eyes lit up, and it turned out just as he thought, people here didn't like to eat "seed".
"Can you get me some? No! As much as you want!" Wang Cheng said.
"It's easy! My old horse is quite famous in Ma Tou Town. There are many people selling beef and mutton."
Lao Ma looked at Wang Cheng with confusion again and said, "Do you really want those cheap things that no one wants?"
Wang Cheng nodded and said: "As much as you want! I'll let my documents be connected with you!"
Just as he said this, Chen Jia rushed into the manor on horseback, came to Wang Cheng, and jumped off the horse.
He looked panicked and said: "Sir, hurry! Go back to camp!"
