"I can ride a horse!" Sandman looked at his arms and sighed. Although he had big bones, there was meat hanging on the bones and he was barely alive.
The general was right, he was still too weak.
"There are many people who want to lead my horse and stir the pedals, but you are not qualified yet." Jiang Wulang said with a smile. He was a general of Da Qi and a minister of the Ministry of War.
To lead Jiang Wulang's horse, he is indeed not qualified as an ordinary soldier.
The sand man's face looked extremely disappointed. After finally waiting for such an opportunity, he was unwilling to die on his knees. Even if he died standing, it would be better than dying cowardly.
Jiang Wulang suddenly said: "Give him a horse and send it to the capital. Aren't you training new troops recently? Go there and gain weight. If he grows up quickly, he might be able to catch up with the war."
The face of the sand people changed from disappointed to ecstatic! His hands were shaking back and forth, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Jiang Wulang continued to move forward with his soldiers. When they passed the stone courtyard wall, the guards were eager to rush into the courtyard.
However, Jiang Wulang's military order was not received for a long time.
"General Jiang! They actually dare to attack the general. A certain general asked for orders to rush into the house here!" A guard suddenly shouted loudly.
The guards didn't say much. They raised their iron guns and pointed at the house with red bricks and green tiles. The meaning was self-evident.
Jiang Wulang stretched out his hand to stop the soldiers' movements and walked forward on his own.
He Anyi curled his lips, spat at the red brick house, and said viciously: "I've given you an advantage."
Jiang Wulang saw He Anyi's appearance and said with a smile: "No, his hunting arrow is weak and weak, how can it penetrate the armor? It's not important to rebel against the Han and lackey ears. Business is more important."
"Remember, the Shasha people of Qier Village in Anyi Prefecture cut off their braids and enlisted in the army, which can be used by the people of Anyi Prefecture." Jiang Wulang continued to ride forward.
The main purpose of his trip was to conduct investigation. Why was he wasting his time in the land of such village landlords?
There are people like Shazi people in the villages of Anyi Prefecture. What's the point of not being able to use people's support?
The reason why he wanted to enter the village was to see if the people's hearts and minds among the rebels were still there.
At the beginning, the bureaucratic landlords in the east were extremely brutal in their oppression of Anyi Prefecture and other places, otherwise the rebels would not have taken advantage of the situation and raised troops.
The people of Anyi Prefecture are grateful to the Qin family, but now the Qin family is different from before. Since Qin and Hanqing became emperor, the rebels today have oppressed the people more than ever in order to maintain sufficient military strength. The Han people gradually began to lose their popular support.
This discovery was also an important point in the war against the Han rebels.
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"Amitabha, does the donor mean to build a temple for the poor monk? As long as the poor monk and Qixi follow the donor?"
Qi Ku's eyes widened involuntarily.
And such good things?
If there wasn't any conspiracy hidden in this, wouldn't it be just like taking advantage of him?
"No, no, Qixi doesn't need to follow him. He stays in Sixiang City and goes to the imperial school. It would be a pity not to study at this age." Luo Xingchen took a sip of tea.
In the past two days, people were sent to find the head of Qingcheng Sect. Luo Xingchen took the opportunity to meet Master Qiku and put forward his request.
"Donor, Qixi is young and has never been away from the poor monk since he was a child... This..." A troubled expression appeared on Qi Ku's face.
"The monthly salary is eighty taels of silver!" Luo Xingchen raised the price.
"Donor, you are right. Qixi really needs to study. If you want to be a great monk, you can't do it without studying. The poor monk is too busy and neglects to guide and discipline him. It is a great honor for the poor monk to arrange the teachings for him."
A solemn expression immediately appeared on Qi Ku's face, as if "I don't love money" was written in big words on his face. However, his change speed was too fast, and the traces of his performance were a bit too heavy.
"So, Master Qiku has agreed, so let's put a pledge on this contract."
Luo Xingchen quickly took out two contracts, with the terms written in black and white on white paper. In addition, the ink pads and brushes for sealing were all ready.
"The contents of the two contracts are the same. They are made in duplicate, one for each of us." Luo Xingchen explained.
Master Qi Ku picked up the contract and read it carefully.
He has been in the world for so many years. Apart from anything else, in terms of experience, he has no problem at all.
There are traps buried in the contract. Many businessmen do this kind of thing. This is the first time Master Qiku has met Luo Xingchen, so why isn't he worried that there is something fishy in it?
From beginning to end, after reading every detail, Master Qiku breathed a sigh of relief.
There is nothing wrong with this contract. The rights and obligations are clearly written. Even the key point, the payment, can be filled in on the spot.
Originally, he was thinking, how could such a good thing happen?
He still had a skeptical attitude in his heart, but it was different now. Now he no longer doubted it.
Picking up the brush, Master Qiku wrote his name on the contract, and then pressed his finger on the ink pad.
He pressed it hard a few times to confirm that his fingers were covered in red dye.
Then, he pressed his fingerprint on the bottom of the contract.
Press both parts.
"Amitabha, donor, the poor monk has signed it." Master Qi Ku put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, with a somewhat solemn look on his face.
Luo Xingchen smiled. He picked up his pen and wrote eighty taels of monthly salary on the salary in the contract. This amount of money was quite a lot, and it was comparable to the treatment of a ninth-grade official.
But it's worth it!
On the one hand, the little monk Qixi has great potential. After being taught well, he may grow into a real engineering master in the future.
On the other hand, Master Qiku is unusual in himself. He seems to be a little greedy for money, but in fact he is very mysterious.
If nothing else, let’s just say that Master Qi Ku’s martial arts skills are extraordinary.
In such a cold weather, he only wore a single coat and a cassock and came down from the mountain. He had not seen any change of clothes in the past few days. He could bear it. This was not something ordinary people could do.
This is when internal strength has been cultivated to a high level and can withstand the cold.
In comparison, Qixi was young and had not practiced the internal skills of breathing very well, so she only wore many layers of clothes to keep warm.
"Donor, the contract is concluded, and the poor monk will be on your side to protect your safety." Master Qi Ku said seriously.
One good thing about him is that he gets paid to do things.
Once you get the money, you will do your best to do the job, without any ambiguity at all, and every detail will be done to ensure customer satisfaction.
He once helped people in the village at the foot of the mountain, and his reputation was very good. Everyone who came to him for help was full of praise. Of course, no one was willing to do anything because it meant the death of a family member.
So, he is still very poor.
