Xiong Wuliang seemed to be unaware of the vague confrontation in the air, and said with a smile: "The new army has become powerful, but it cannot be left without a leader - today, I want to choose a general for the new army in Quyang!"
Zhong Hua and Shao Hu were both refreshed!
coming!
Xiong Wuliang raised his hand and said, "General Shaohu, I prefer you to be the leader of the 'Quyang New Army'. Are you willing to take on this important task?"
Shaohu was startled, then overjoyed!
To be honest, although he had been holding his breath and wanted to compete with Zhong Hua, he also knew in his heart that the position of general was probably Zhong Hua's.
Who is Zhong Hua? This old guy has been fighting with the old monarch Xiong Wei for his whole life, and he has been the savior three or four times - he is Xiong Wuliang's true loyal confidant who can entrust his life to him.
And what about yourself?
Although he thought that his achievements were no worse than Zhong Hua's, he came late after all. It had only been more than two years since he joined Xiong Wuliang.
To be honest - even if Shaohu was Xiong Wuliang, he would not let himself be the commander-in-chief of the 'Quyang New Army'.
Now it is beyond Shaohu’s imagination! Xiong Wuliang actually appointed himself, a demoted general, as the main general!
The man who looked like an eight-foot-high iron tower couldn't help but be moved. He bowed down suddenly, like a wall with chest hair collapsing: "The Lord trusts me so much, and I will definitely repay it with my life!"
Xiong Wuliang smiled slightly and encouraged: "General Shaohu, keep working hard!"
"I see all your achievements!"
Shao Hu burst into tears with gratitude, while Zhong Hua on the side seemed dissatisfied...
Xiong Wuliang turned to look at Zhong Hua again and said with a smile: "General Zhong, do you still remember the eight hundred soldiers of the old monarch?"
Zhong Hua was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to feel something: "How can we forget each other, old minister..."
"At that time, the old minister led eight hundred Quyang soldiers to protect the old monarch and fought dozens of battles... Most of the eight hundred brothers and sisters in the past have passed away, and the old monarch has also..."
After Zhong Hua felt sad for a moment, he seemed to feel relieved again: "Now the young master has been promoted to the rank of marquis, the fiefdom has been expanded to three counties, and the population under his rule has grown from more than 10,000 people to more than 200,000 people now..." Quyang's new army has a strength of 10,000, and they will no longer be as miserable as before!"
"If Lao Junhou has a soul in heaven, he will definitely applaud and cheer!" Zhong Hua said sincerely.
Xiong Wuliang coughed lightly and said in a deep voice: "Since General Zhong remembers the eight hundred soldiers back then, is he still willing to follow his father's story?"
Under Zhong Hua's somewhat surprised gaze, Xiong Wuliang said with a smile: "General Zhong, please be the commander of my personal camp, commanding 800 personal soldiers to accompany me!"
"Are you willing?"
Zhong Hua choked up!
Thinking of Xiong Wei's Eight Hundred Songs, I was even more moved: "The Lord trusts the old minister so much, and the old minister will die in repayment!"
Looking at Shaohu again, there was no resentment in his eyes, and he was even a little proud.
look! In the end, the person the Lord trusts the most is me!
Although you, Shaohu, have many soldiers under your command, only I, Zhong Hua, can follow Xiong Wuliang at any time!
Xiong Wuliang arranged the two generals in this way. Seeing that the two of them had no objections now, he couldn't help but smile and secretly applauded his wit - Xiong Wuliang, it's you as expected!
…
It may be that so many people died this year and this winter was particularly cold.
The battle between the Qin-Chu Alliance and the Qi, Wei, and Han kingdoms resulted in more than 200,000 casualties on both sides. After the battle, undercurrents surged from all sides.
But at this moment, the fiefdom looked peaceful and peaceful.
Although it is a cold winter this year, the people under Xiong Wuliang's rule have enough thick clothes and solid houses made of cement.
Old man Qu, who lives in a farm on the outskirts of Quyang City, was wrapped in thick clothes and went to Quyang City to buy new year's goods with several friends from the farm.
Stepping on the solid cement road, Old Man Qu smiled happily.
In the winter of previous years, the roads in the countryside were full of potholes. Walking long distances in the wind in the cold winter months, one foot deep and one foot shallow, was simply torture.
But this year, the road is very easy to walk!
As soon as the group of people entered the city, Old Man Qu said goodbye to everyone, and walked straight to the door of 'Quyang Academy' under the envious eyes of the rest of the people. After some briefings, Old Man Qu was led into a warm side room by the concierge.
After a while, a teenage boy rushed in with a face full of surprise. When he saw Old Man Qu, his eyes turned red and he threw himself to the ground: "Dad!"
Old Man Qu stood up awkwardly and helped the young man up. After looking at the young man for a moment, he breathed a long sigh of relief - the young man had a rosy face and was even fatter than when he was at home... It seems that he is The days spent in the academy were indeed full of food and clothing.
Qu Yang straightened his chest and reported to Old Man Qu with some pride: "In the past month, I learned more than forty words, ranking first among everyone!"
"Master Huang admired me very much - he said I was very smart. He also said that after I complete one year of study, I can choose to stay in the academy and continue to learn knowledge from him."
"Oh, by the way - Master Huang is not very old, only two years older than me... You may not believe it - many students are older than Master Huang! But we all respect him, he is really knowledgeable Very knowledgeable!”
"..."
When Old Man Qu listened to his son's words, he actually didn't fully understand them, but one thing was certain - Qu Yang was living a good life in the academy.
And that 'Master Huang' is very optimistic about this guy Qu Yang.
Old man Qu was very pleased.
"Dad brought two pieces of dried meat from home. You can find a time and send it to your Master Huang..." Old Man Qu took out two pieces of blackened meat from his sleeves and handed them to Qu. In Yang's hand, he warned with a straight face: "You can't eat it secretly!"
Qu Yang quickly refused: "Dad, you can take it back and eat it yourself."
"Master Huang said that this is not a thing in our Quyang Academy."
Old Man Qu's face became serious, and he was about to fight: "You bastard, don't talk nonsense - this is the rule of respecting teachers, do you understand?"
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll beat you up!"
Qu Yang quickly shut up and took the two pieces of dried meat honestly.
After some more pleasantries, Old Man Qu left the academy and ran straight to the market - although it was cold winter, the market was very lively.
Compared with most farmers in this era who were struggling with hunger and death, the farmers in Xiong Wuliang's fief were better off.
First of all, under Xiong Wuliang's agricultural technology reform, the yield per mu of the fiefdom was very high, and Xiong Wuliang had always maintained a 'tithe' agricultural tax rate, allowing every household to have a large amount of surplus grain.
Moreover, after finishing their farm work, farmers in the fiefdoms usually go to the "industrial park" to work part-time to earn some extra income to supplement their family income.
If you have a bright mind, you can even set up a stall on the roadside to provide tea or food to merchants from afar and earn some small money.
The Marquis Mansion also has an encouraging attitude towards these small livelihoods - as long as taxes are paid as required, they will be protected. If some out-of-town merchants do not understand the rules and cause trouble, or if they molest the women running the stalls... they will all be arrested and dug for sand!
Qu Laohan enters the market——
