Wu Tumu signed a contract with Liang Xiao and only waited for Liang Xiao to deliver 50,000 kilograms of sugar a few days later.
In the racecourse, Liang Xiao selected thirty-six of the docile-looking horses, and delivered the rest to Xuanwei.
Until Gu Pingxiu gave him an additional one hundred and ninety-five hundred taels of silver notes.
"Boss, what the Lord wants is that these thirty-six horses will be directly rewarded to you!"
Liang Xiao immediately refused.
"The current situation is still difficult and the treasury is empty. If you always grant me special privileges, those aristocratic families will definitely make endless troubles and affect Your Majesty's ability to make money. After the treasury is filled, Your Majesty can reward me as much as you want."
Gu Pingxiu reported back immediately.
Duan Yunyi looked at the banknotes on the table and was moved.
This guy is so sensible...
She had already seen that Liang Xiao was not a greedy person and knew how to advance and retreat.
At this time, Liang Xiao was worrying about the candidates for the elite team.
He has tested it and found that these horses are real heavy-duty war horses and can be used to form heavy cavalry. They are the horses that cavalry dream of.
However, considering that the cavalry horses need to be rotated at any time, thirty-six good horses can only supply eighteen, or even twelve, people at most.
Therefore, this team must be all elite, otherwise such a good horse will be wasted.
It may take a year for Wu Tumu to go back and forth. Even if he goes back to promote the benefits of Dazhou, it will take several months for other businessmen from the Western Regions to go through all kinds of hardships to get to Dazhou. They must cherish these BMWs.
These good horses cannot travel thousands of miles a day, but their endurance and load-bearing capacity are far superior to the top-grade horses bred locally in Dazhou.
Of course, in fact, there are very few horses that can actually run more than a thousand miles a day. Running a thousand miles a day is often just a compliment to the horse's speed, and the weights and measures of each dynasty are different.
The length of one foot in Dazhou and Dachu is about 2.4 meters, and one mile is about 500 meters. It is more difficult for war horses to travel thousands of miles in a day.
While the newspaper office hasn't opened yet, he still has time to select warriors.
Almost none of the young people from working-class families had a background in martial arts, and they were not suitable to be among the first batch of elite troops.
The empress has already sent someone to inform him. If there is really no candidate, eighteen people from the Xuan Guards can be selected for him to dispatch.
Liang Xiao was still very moved by this, which showed that she indeed trusted herself and supported her trial training, and did not want Xuan Wei to interfere.
But in this case, where should I go to find candidates?
Seeing Liang Xiao's frown, Jiang Fuxue reminded her, "Brother, Dingguo Hou Mansion is a home of loyal ministers. Maybe they can recommend some loyal people?"
Liang Xiao thought it right and went to Dingguo Hou's Mansion in person.
Mu Lingxiao has left Beijing, and only Mu Ping, his wife and Mu Qinxue are left in Dingguo Hou Mansion.
After learning about Liang Xiao's visit, Mu Ping hesitated for a long time and finally decided to take Mu Qinxue to meet him.
"Lord Mu, I have admired you for a long time!" Liang Xiao bowed to Mu Ping politely.
Mu Ping is a former general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his status is second only to his father, Marquis Dingguo.
Mu Ping thought for a moment and sighed: "Just call me Shibo. In fact, your father and I were once brothers."
Liang Xiao agreed without hesitation.
Mu Qinxue, who was watching obediently, was secretly happy.
My stinky dad has indeed taken a new look at Liang Xiao!
But, why did the smelly dad look at him with sympathy? ?
Mu Qinxue seemed to understand her father's eyes and became inexplicably angry.
The look in her eyes was exactly the same as when she saw her grandfather's strict wife control!
"Hmph, I'm actually starting to sympathize with him. She will be a good wife and mother in the future!" Mu Qinxue had a complicated mood.
Only her family knew that her martial arts skills were not inferior to those of her brother Mu Lingxiao. If it was a foot battle, Mu Lingxiao was no match for her.
And she looks like a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken. Who would have thought...
"Are you looking for loyal and brave men?"
Mu Ping couldn't help but be surprised when he learned Liang Xiao's intention.
Liang Xiao showed Duan Yunyi's handwriting, which clearly stated that Liang Xiao was allowed to recruit troops on a small scale to protect his business.
"His Majesty has granted you such privileges, but the Dingguo Marquis Mansion is full of soldiers who have been trained..." Mu Ping looked incredulous and fell into deep thought.
Suddenly, Mu Ping remembered something and said, "Xiaoxue, do you remember those Yanyun heroes?"
Mu Qinxue was shocked and said calmly: "How can I understand this kind of fighting and killing..."
Mu Ping secretly rolled his eyes.
Looking at Liang Xiao and Mu Qinxue now, he seemed to understand how his father was chased by his mother.
At first glance, it seems that the child was taught by her grandmother, an ancestral technique!
Mu Ping suddenly felt that he had some sympathy for the sincere young man in front of him.
"Hero Yanyun?" Liang Xiao thought thoughtfully.
Mu Ping then spoke eloquently.
It turns out that there was once a group of mountain hunters from Yanyun who defected to the Marquis of Laoding to serve the country and fight against Beihu.
These Yanyun heroes are all strong warriors with strong martial arts skills. After two years of training by Marquis Lao Ding, they are also proficient in horse fighting.
Later, Gong Yangyun, the Minister of War, went to the front line to express condolences and repeatedly made things difficult for the soldiers fighting against Beihu. This group of heroes couldn't bear it and scolded Gong Yangyun in public. Lei Hong, the leader, couldn't help but pick up a stick and teach Gong Yangyang a lesson in public. Because of this, Gongyang Yun'an was accused of attempting to commit murder. He was saved only by the help of Marquis Lao Ding, and was finally expelled from the military.
The group of villagers who came with him were also impeached by the Ministry of War.
The Marquis of Lao Dingguo had no choice but to give each person twenty military sticks as a symbolic punishment, and asked them to retire from the military and occasionally go to the capital escort agency to take jobs.
But serving as escorts was not their ideal destination. This group of people had no possibility of joining the army, so they were depressed and stayed in the capital, eating and waiting to die.
Mu Ping added: "That Leihong is brave and powerful, and his horse fighting ability is not inferior to mine. If you can convince them, they will be worthy of these thirty-six good horses."
Liang Xiao asked: "How many people do they have now?"
Mu Ping praised: "Eighteen people, all of them are warriors who are one in ten thousand, and they hate evil as much as they hate it!"
Liang Xiao's heart moved.
He suddenly remembered the "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun".
There is no true energy or aura in this world. As a former martial arts saint with the best martial arts in the world, the old man does not possess these things. The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun in the novel are a bit exaggerated.
But if I can form a Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry here, equipped with the most elite equipment, and fight thousands of rabble, at least I can fight back and forth freely?
Liang Xiao's mind became active and he immediately asked Mu Ping for his address.
After Mu Ping wrote a letter of recommendation to Liang Xiao, he reminded: "This group of people are good at everything, but they have a bad temper. You have to use the spirit of businessmen to be benevolent and righteous. Even if you can't recruit, don't offend them."
Liang Xiao agreed immediately, got on the carriage alone, went straight to the South City Gate, came to a house in the middle of a remote residential area, and knocked on the door.
