"I am in good health and have a good monthly income. I will go home and get married in a few months. Don't worry..."
Zhang Daoyuan held his pen and buried his head in the desk, writing vigorously.
In front of him, soldiers lined up one by one, dictating and then writing.
"Chenghui, eighteen coppers!"
Zhang Daoyuan smiled.
"Daozhang Zhang, you are so evil-minded that you make a big deal out of every word you say."
The soldier said with a displeased face.
"What are you saying? Does pen and ink cost free? Paper costs no money? One word, one word, is already very cheap."
Zhang Daoyuan said with a proud look on his face: "I still give you an advantage, take it and continue with the rest."
Suddenly, the team paused for a long time before ringing.
"What is the crime of taking advantage of an opportunity to make money?"
"Isn't this a letter?"
When Zhang Daoyuan raised his head, he was almost scared out of his mind.
"General, general, general——"
He stood up tremblingly, then smiled flatteringly: "Why are you here? Sit down quickly, don't be tired."
"I'm sorry to trouble you. I write letters for everyone and you actually charge money."
Zhu Yixi was condescending and sighed: "It seems that my salary is going gray, so take it back!"
"How is this possible?"
Zhang Daoyuan became anxious and said hurriedly: "I drank too much and got blinded. General, don't blame me."
Seeing his expression unchanged, Zhang Daoyuan became cruel, turned to his face and said: "How about you hit me a few times? Don't deduct my money!"
"Spanking is also—"
When there was no response, he raised his buttocks and shook it again.
"Snapped--"
Zhu Yixi kicked him forward, almost causing him to fall to pieces.
"never mind."
Zhu Yixi shook her head and said with a smile: "You, an old Taoist priest, are obsessed with money."
"Aren't I doing this to build a Taoist temple? For me to send the future, what does a little shame mean?"
Zhang Daoyuan was righteous and confident, looking like he was sacrificing himself for others and showed no pity for himself.
"Bah, you are just greedy for money."
Zhu Yixi pierced his veil without hesitation, and then said with a smile: "Stop writing letters these days. Go to the recruit camp and teach those rough guys who can't read a basket of Chinese characters how to read."
"Please spare me!"
Hearing this mission, Zhang Daoyuan's face suddenly changed: "Those rough guys don't understand anything. I'm tired and vomiting blood, so I can't teach them. General, have mercy on me!"
As he said that, he gave it up and became pitiful.
Looking at the unshaven old man, pouting and opening his eyes so cutely, Zhu Yixi felt nauseous.
"Okay, okay." Zhu Yixi waved her hands hurriedly and said casually: "Well, you can go to various temples and Taoist temples in Hanzhong to ask for alms."
"Ah?" Zhang Daoyuan was really confused. He said with a puzzled face: "Alchemy? Isn't that a matter of monks asking lay people for money? How can anyone ask monks for money?"
"That's what you said."
Zhu Yixi stared at his beady little eyes and criticized hurriedly:
"How can monks be left out of the rise and fall of this world? How can temples and Taoist temples stand up without the support of the people?"
"Besides, haven't monks always been compassionate?"
"If bandits invade Hanzhong, wouldn't it be a disaster? They contribute gold and silver, and our army recruits troops. With sufficient troops, we can naturally resist foreign enemies and ensure peace."
After all the words were said, although it was said to be unreasonable, it just made things right.
Zhang Daoyuan felt that it made sense, but he had a headache and said: "General, monks have nothing but very little money. Besides, I am a Taoist priest. I am afraid it will be inconvenient to find a monk!"
"In this case, we can only feel wronged by the Taoist priest."
Hearing this, Zhu Yixi shook his head and sighed: "Then I'll deduct half a year's salary from you!"
"Wait a minute." Zhang Daoyuan hurriedly raised his head and said seriously: "General, monks regard money as dirt. I think everyone is willing to contribute to Hanzhong."
"That's good." Zhu Yixi nodded with relief, patted his shoulder and said, "I know you are dedicated to serving the public. In the future, I will go to the court and give you a real person title."
"Oh, thank you so much, General." Zhang Daoyuan showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Deng-deng-deng——"
Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid footsteps.
When he looked up, he saw Sun Lin, a boy running towards him out of breath: "Brother-in-law..."
"Huh?" Sun Xuan, the personal guard on the side, glared.
"In the military, don't be related to me."
Zhu Yixi waved her hands hurriedly, and seeing his anxious look, she couldn't help but said, "What's going on?"
"General, there are deserters in the new barracks. Zhu Yi wants to strictly enforce military law and wants to behead his head to show the public. General Chen recommends a lighter punishment."
Sun Lin took a breath, and then said in one breath: "I knew you were in the firearms camp, so I asked me to come find you."
"Understood."
Zhu Yixi nodded. This seemed to be the first opportunity for the Military Justice Department to establish its authority.
But he also knew that Chen Yongfu always knew the current affairs and could not stop him without any reason.
Among them, there must be deep-seated reasons.
"Let's go and have a look."
With that said, Zhu Yixi mounted his horse and led everyone away.
The firearms camp was several miles away, and within a quarter of an hour, everyone arrived at the new barracks.
"General!" "Sect Master——"
Hearing Zhu Yi's words, Chen Yongfu's brows jumped and his face became a little more solemn.
"what happened?"
Entering the camp, several soldiers knelt on the school ground, sobbing non-stop, their eyes red.
On the side, Zhu Yi's eyes were as wide as bells, his face was bloodshot, and he was obviously very angry.
Chen Yongfu stood with a sullen face and said nothing.
"Return to the sect leader——"
"Let these people say it themselves."
Zhu Yixi interrupted Zhu Yi's words, lowered her head instead, and asked the three kneeling people: "What did you commit?"
"deserter."
The three of them trembled for a while, then one of them with a big head said.
"Why become a deserter?"
Zhu Yixi was not angry and asked calmly.
Everyone on the side was puzzled. What was there to ask? Just kill him and enforce military law.
"At home, hundreds of families want to build a castle, and they want me to wait until I get home, otherwise my family will not be allowed to rent land, and my family's house will be pulled over and the hundred families will be kicked out."
The man had a strong back, but at this moment he looked like a girl. He couldn't help but cry: "My baby is only half a year old. This thing has no room to live in. It must not freeze to death."
"If there is no more fields next year, the whole family will starve to death."
As soon as these words came out, everyone showed their unbearable expressions.
Even though he has faced the deaths of tens of millions of people, this act of forcing a family to death makes people even more angry.
Zhu Yixi calmed down her anger and continued to ask: "Where is your home?"
"Ning Qiang Guards, Liping Thousand Households..."
The man raised his head and said sadly:
"General, I really want to go back. If I go back late, my whole family will be kicked out and they will starve to death. I beg you..."
"I see."
Zhu Yixi said with a serious face.
"However, military law is military law."
After saying that, Zhu Yixi turned around and asked, "What if we are given a lenient punishment?"
"Hold the eighty-year military stick." Zhu Yi said in a deep voice.
Ordinary people would have lost half their lives if they hit forty or fifty, and they would definitely die if they were eighty. Obviously, this lenient treatment mainly depends on God's will.
"Execute it!"
Zhu Yixi nodded.
But unexpectedly, he took off his pants, lay down on the bench, looked at the stunned people, and said with a smile:
"I took forty sticks for them."
