After a while, Zhao Hua came to Xiong Wuliang.
After not seeing each other for just a few days, Zhao Hua turned out to be darker and thinner...but his mental state was quite good and he seemed very excited.
"Lord, all the major treasuries, arsenals, and granaries in Shangqiu City have been inventoried. The numbers are as follows." Zhao Hua handed over a thick stack of paper.
Xiong Wuliang took it and took a look. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the exaggerated number!
Fortunately, he still had some sense, and returned the list to Zhao Hua after a while: "Sixty percent was sealed in the warehouse and left for Yingdu; one percent was given to the 60,000 garrison soldiers who participated in the war... The remaining 30% was transported back to the fiefdom, and Vietnam The sooner the better.”
Zhao Hua nodded and said with a smile: "Qu Yuan has always complained that there is not enough money and food to support the construction of the fief... Now he should be satisfied."
"If I want to continue reforming in the future, I also have the financial and food confidence."
Now that Shangqiu is the territory of Chu State, King Chu Huai will definitely send ministers to govern this land.
This is the royal capital of the Song Dynasty, and it cannot leave King Chu Huai with an empty treasury like other cities that were conquered by Xiong Wuliang.
That’s too unreasonable.
Of course, it was reasonable for Xiong Wuliang to take away 30% of the spoils - the army was on the battlefield, and these noble nobles with extraordinary backgrounds spent money, effort, blood and sweat to help the King of Chu fight the war...
If you lose the battle, of course you can only knock out your teeth and swallow it in your stomach. But if you win the battle, you have to get some compensation, right?
The feudal princes who participated in the war divided the spoils of victory, which became a long-standing war tradition in Chu State.
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Shangqiu is really too wealthy - 70,000 Chu troops are stationed in the city at the moment. Even if there is no massive looting, they can still make some money.
Xiong Wuliang also knew this situation, but he turned a blind eye.
The life of a garrison soldier is not easy. They come all the way to fight with their lives and are not even paid. It is only human nature to want to make some money after winning the battle.
As long as there was no excessive rape, robbery, burning, killing and robbery... the brothers extorted money from wealthy families, and Xiong Wuliang didn't bother to stop them.
As a result, the Chu army officers and soldiers all benefited greatly, and their morale was unprecedentedly high.
The generals got a lot of rare treasures, ancient swords and pearls... As for the ordinary soldiers, they also carried heavy copper utensils in their arms and pockets, and half a piece of cloth on their shoulders.
Especially after Xiong Wuliang announced that he would distribute 10% of the loot in the treasury to the garrison soldiers, everyone was even more happy.
This is the treasury of the Song Dynasty - even a mere 10% of the loot is an astronomical figure!
"I didn't expect that this trophy would also be shared by the garrison and I..."
"Qu Yanghou is such a good man!"
"Quyang Hou is a good man!"
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Suddenly, Xiong Wuliang's reputation in the minds of the 60,000 Chu troops was extremely high.
Zhao Hua commanded the army and was busy carving up and transporting the spoils of war. Wu Ben was in charge of the military affairs of the 60,000-strong army. Even the 10,000-strong Quyang New Army was fully managed by Shao Hu.
Xiong Wuliang was so happy that he became a hands-off shopkeeper and had nothing to do all day long.
It's a pity that King Yan of the Song Dynasty burned down the palace before he died. Otherwise, Xiong Wuliang really wanted to visit this ancient palace with a history of nearly 800 years... Now the only 'scenic spot' in Shangqiu has been destroyed In the fire, Xiong Wuliang had nowhere to visit.
It must be said that King Yan of the Song Dynasty was indeed a ruthless man - before burning the palace, he personally killed more than 20 close relatives, wives and concubines, including his own son.
As a result, among the prisoners Xiong Wuliang escorted to Yingdu, there was no member of the Song royal family who could handle them.
Why bother.
Anyway, Xiong Wuliang asked himself, he couldn't do such a cruel thing.
Including the fire that burned down the palace - it is said that King Yan of the Song Dynasty ordered the imperial guards of the Song Army to pour a large amount of fire oil on the entire palace, and then set off fires from nine locations at the same time...
Therefore, the palace was completely burned, not even a scrap was left.
Xiong Wuliangsui stayed in a spacious house, eating and drinking every day, and interacting with the dancing girls in Shangqiu... From time to time, he also paid attention to the news about the Jixi battlefield, and discussed with Shaohu and Wu Ben the route of the next attack on Qi. etc……
This house was left by a high official in the city, and now that 'high official' has been escorted to Yingdu.
His clansmen respectfully gave this grand and luxurious old house to Xiong Wuliang for temporary residence. They also presented a large amount of money and several maidservants who were said to be 'unparalleled in beauty'.
Xiong Wuliang accepted both the old house and the bribe money with a smile.
As for those maids...
Of course Xiong Wuliang accepted it with a smile (otherwise, what do you think?).
It can only be said that the quality is average. At first glance, it is not as white, clean, soft and soft as Xiaoyi at home.
Not even as good as Ying Zhuo, who has a great figure and always wears a sword at his waist... Hun Dan, why do you suddenly think of comparing her to her?
Things are very pure between us!
Xiong Wuliang thought about Ying Zhuo's perfect figure for a long time, and sighed with satisfaction. After a long time, he sat up from the bed, but suddenly his brows jumped——
At some point, there was a dagger stuck on the table three steps away, with a thin piece of paper stuck under the dagger.
Xiong Wuliang remembered it very clearly - when he was lying on the bed, there was nothing on the long desk!
That is to say...
Xiong Wuliang’s hair stood on end! Just three steps away, I didn't even know when someone came in! The soldiers at the door didn't notice at all!
Xiong Wuliang took a deep breath and called in a low voice: "Xiao Hei?"
Xiao Hei immediately stepped in with an alert look on his face: "Master, what are your orders?"
"Has anyone been here just now?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Xiao Hei's immature face, and he said respectfully: "Reporting to the master of the house - I have been guarding the door and have never seen any guests come."
Xiong Wuliang waved his hand, signaling Xiao Hei to step back, and then his brain began to work rapidly.
There was no need to make any noise - the person who came had no intention of taking his life, otherwise he would have died long ago.
Although Xiao Hei has not had much time to practice martial arts, and his martial arts skills are not as good as those of Zhong Hua in his heyday...but in terms of carefulness and alertness, he is better than the older Zhong Hua.
Even Xiao Hei didn't notice anyone coming, which only shows that the person who came has extremely high skills!
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Xiong Wuliang's forehead - no matter what, his life safety was out of his control. This feeling made Xiong Wuliang very uneasy!
Xiong Wuliang reached out to pull out the dagger on the long desk, but for a moment he couldn't pull it out... Xiong Wuliang had a look of shame and anger on his face. He looked around and saw no one was around, so he gritted his teeth and exerted force with his hands, and his feet were on the ground. Kick and kick...the dagger is still firmly nailed to the table.
Blanch!
Xiong Wuliang had no choice but to carefully tear off the thin paper under the dagger and turn it over. A neat line of seal characters on it was clearly visible——
'Now you are a guest from afar, and I would like to meet you for hunting in the Orion Mountains, twenty miles west of the city. Looking forward to the coming of kings and princes is like looking forward to the rain after a long drought. '
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