"Sixty thousand? That's so much?" The staff in the big account were also surprised by this number. They knew that Lord Long was going smoothly, but who knew it would be so smooth.
Golden Eyed Snapper smiled and said, "It's rare to say that some of the 60,000 young men are the survivors of the Qing Dynasty on the east bank of the Wusuli River. Those people have long hated the Rakshasa ghosts. They will not fail to respond to Master Long's orders." !”
"The rest of the bulk is on the west side of the Wusuli River, that is, in the northeastern region. The people outside the pass are wild-tempered and straight-tempered, so they admire good men... Mr. Long himself is a wealthy man in the world of martial arts. He is well-known. He occasionally shows off his unique skills. Everyone outside the pass Everyone with beards and locks was dumbfounded, and no one was dissatisfied!"
"And the local people said it more directly...it's not that the people have no conscience, it depends on whether the soldiers do what they do. We have never seen soldiers who give money for food and housing, and they don't abuse women and don't rob them. stuff and help with the work..."
"The key is that these soldiers are actually composed of scholars. Except for the Fusang soldiers, all Chinese soldiers are actually studying! Even the scholars have gone to work in this army. If we don't follow them, wouldn't we be tigers?"
Goldeneye Snapper imitated the accent of the people outside the customs, and he did it so vividly that the big tent burst into laughter.
Xiao Letian nodded, "Yes, in the land of China, the people's respect for scholars and intellectuals is born from their blood. Master Long's trick is so beautiful!"
"In fact, no amount of money given to the local people is as effective as opening compulsory literacy classes. Teachers are the king of heaven and earth. Teachers are a part of human relations! Once a teacher, he will always be a father. Those who learn to read from us, Those who understand the truth will follow us forever in this life!"
"Hey... who makes that incompetent court unwilling to do these things? They won't let us do it! In the bitter cold land outside the pass, people have problems eating, and no one is willing to promote compulsory education!"
"They don't educate, and we Chinese educate them. I don't care whether they are Oroqen, wild Jurchen, or Mongolian. As long as they want to learn, we will teach... The children we teach will be close to us in this life!" "
"Yes, that's right! We need to write Lord Long's experience into the military regulations and the Chinese code. This will be the basis of our future national policy!"
The mood in the military tent suddenly became heated. People put down their lunch boxes and began to whisper to each other, and some were even taking shorthand notes of the conversation. The Golden Eyed Snapper couple never imagined that what they reported to the Prime Minister was so important that it would be written down in the Chinese code.
Although he is not the head and tail of this policy, he is still the messenger running errands. As long as his name is in the meeting minutes, he is destined to leave his name in history.
Just when everyone was discussing whether it was feasible for the army to promote compulsory education, the curtain of the military tent was opened. Under the light rain, a guard reported, "Report to the Prime Minister! The prisoners have been cleaned. Do you want to bring them in?"
The tent suddenly became quiet. Xiao Letian nodded, "Bring them in and prepare three sets of tableware. Let's not abuse the prisoners!"
Molière was pushed in. His lips were now white from the cold. He hadn't changed his clothes during the past few days of fighting, and he had no place to take a shower. Mud, blood, and sea water filled his body, plus the gold... The shovelful of horse manure that the eye bream fed him made his whole body stink.
Don't dare to show such a person to the Prime Minister. Don't let the smoke get bad. A group of guards took the three people to a stream and forced them to take off their clothes and take a bath with bayonets.
This was simply the most humiliating day in Molière's life. A group of oriental barbarians forced three people to take off their clothes with bayonets. There were dozens of people around who were watching, booing and whistling. He was treated like the most despicable prostitute in Paris. People gathered around.
What's even more shameful is that the reporters accompanying the Chinese army actually recorded all this with their cameras. Molière really wanted to die. He really wanted to die at that moment.
Taking a shower, brushing teeth, changing clothes... When the three prisoners appeared in front of Xiao Letian, their whole bodies were actually exuding the faint scent of soap. This was really a cleansing.
"Sit down! Are you hungry?" Xiao Letian pushed the broth and bread over without waiting for Molière's answer. "This is not a French soup, but my own oriental soup, but the bread is made the same as the French soup." The sticks are very similar. They are very crispy when roasted over fire. You can eat more..."
Molière looked at Xiao Letian fiercely. This was the second time he saw Xiao Letian's innocent face. Both times he was a prisoner. The first time was in Tanggu, and this time he was captured on Amami Oshima. Xiao Letian is his nemesis!
However, his growling stomach gave him away. Molière took the lunch box and said coldly, "Your majestic Chinese Prime Minister, I don't think it's enough to poison you. Thank you!"
"You'd better speak English to me. I've just started to learn French and German, and I'm not very proficient!" Xiao Letian smiled and actually turned back to the guard and asked for a bottle of rum, which he poured for each of the three prisoners. One cup.
"You drink, I am fighting, military discipline prohibits drinking!"
Molière didn't talk nonsense. He stuffed the spoon into his mouth with all his strength. Prawns, diced abalone, kelp festival, beef... He ate it with crispy bread, which made his neck straighten. When he choked the most, he raised his head. Half a glass of wine, Shengsheng drank the food down with the wine.
After drinking, Molière was not polite and pushed the empty glass in front of Xiao Letian, which meant that he wanted another glass and asked Xiao Letian to pour the wine.
Is it unbearable, Luo Huo was so angry that he started to hit someone, "You little bastard, I'm so shameless for you..." Xiao Letian immediately raised his hand to stop Luo Huo's fist.
He smiled and filled up another glass of wine. "Drink! You haven't eaten anything serious for three days, right? Don't worry, I'll take care of that!"
After two lunch boxes of thick soup, a large piece of bread, and two glasses of strong wine, Molière finally came to his senses. He sneered as he watched the empty wine glass in Xiao Letian's hand move back and forth.
"Military regulations? No drinking? You, Xiao Letian, are now the de facto emperor of the Chinese people. Will you have no privileges?" Molière looked disdainful. "Come on, I am also from a noble family. I have seen many more kings than you." Now, I don’t know what kind of life they are like?”
"Don't pretend to be in front of me, let alone put in front of your subordinates the evidence of a wise king! Who can you fool?" Molière said these words in Chinese, and the meaning of ridicule and provocation is very obvious. .
Everyone in the military tent was immediately furious, thinking that this bastard was already imprisoned and he was still so dishonest? He has to pull out his poisonous tongue!
However, Xiao Letian didn't get angry. He smiled and shook his head, "I know you are very sharp-tongued, but you are still a little worse than me. Don't be so clever with me. I won't be angered by you, and you don't understand us either." If you can tease out conflicts among the Chinese people with just a few words, how can we possibly create so many miracles along the way?"
