Seeing that Yang Zhen's face was pale, and although he had washed himself, he still had not regained his former complexion. Tan Jun couldn't help but felt pity for him, and quickly ordered him to sit down, and asked someone to quickly bring him the sheep soup, and asked him to drink it immediately. .
As soon as I smelled the smell of this mutton soup, I was stunned.
This is very familiar, quite familiar, and extremely "unforgettable" familiar!
It turned out that Tan Jun had known about Yang Zhen's past for a long time, but because he cared about his talent, he deliberately pretended not to know anything, but secretly sent someone to secretly send Si He, who had made Yang Zhen as a reward for Hua Yuan's army during the expedition. He kidnapped him, treated him favorably, and promised to rescue his daughter in the future so that the father and daughter could be reunited and live a good life from now on.
Yang Zhen had never been treated with such "attention" by anyone, let alone the one who put so much thought into him. Tan Jun suddenly felt a sense of gratitude all over his body. While drinking the fragrant sheep soup, his whole body felt warm. He couldn't help but feel "sweat" oozing out of his eyes.
"Little people..."
This time, the words in Yang Zhen's mind that always liked to mock him as a "little person" never rang again.
"Hmph! Who said I can only be a 'nobody' all my life?"
Deep down in his heart, Yang Zhen had a discussion with himself; but from the outside, his face gradually regained its vitality, his eyes became brighter, and his whole person regained a sense of energy and confidence.
Since he received the "grace of knowing and meeting", Yang Zhen was willing to work no matter how hard he worked for the country of Tan. He only felt that he had been wandering for half his life. It was only at this time that he was sure that the place where he belonged was the country of Tan.
"Only a child would be coaxed away by a lollipop! You idiot, you are just a foodie, and you are just coveting this bowl of mutton soup. You have no future! You are useless!"
Unexpectedly, just when Yang Zhen was discussing a decision with himself, the voice changed another sentence in his mind to interfere with him.
"Get away!"
Yang Zhen was very angry, put down the soup bowl, hit his head, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
Tan Jun was startled by Yang Zhen's sudden shout. He quickly got up and walked over, grabbed Yang Zhen's hands, and asked with concern:
"Why is Ping'an Boding so frightened? Is there something unclean disturbing your mind?"
Tan Jun's comfort worked. There was no longer a voice in Yang Zhen's mind. He quickly returned to his normal demeanor and quickly knelt down and knelt down to thank Tan Jun for his concern.
"I am sorry that I am suffering from the cold and my consciousness has not fully recovered. I spoke rudely and unwillingly. I have frightened Your Majesty. Please punish me!"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Just take a good rest and I'll come back to you someday!"
After bowing again and again, Yang Zhen saw off Mr. Tan who came to visit him specially. Then he shook his head, slapped himself hard again, returned to the room angrily, took off his clothes, and once again laid himself out on the bed, dumbfounded. Staring at the roof beams, he cursed to himself in the air:
"loser!"
"Haha, you are the 'bad person'! Now you are fine, you have food, drink and sleep. Look at your wife, your parents, your master... how can any of them live a life that is not good now? Better to die, worse than a dog? Do you know how many people's happiness you have ruined just because you are greedy for your own face? And you said you are not a 'little person'?"
The voice came again, tingling on his nerves with a faster, sharper tone.
"Get away! Get away!"
Where could Yang Zhen lie still? The anger in his head made him sit up. He took out the sword hanging by the bed and swung it three or five times, tearing all the bed curtains. Broken into pieces and scattered everywhere.
To rescue people, you must have enough equipment and manpower.
The "Bo Ping'an" who is no longer the "general summons" has only "guarding servants" left under him at this time, and there are no more battlefield soldiers. If he wants to organize another army, he cannot give up to those who look at him. When the dissatisfied people used the pretext of "gathering troops to rebel", he had no choice but to adopt a compromise method: forming a caravan.
He also had the white horse, and the group of men who swore loyalty to him and even escaped once.
All he needs is an excuse, and these people can still come around him again and work for him.
There is no better excuse to travel around the world than "doing business".
The trade routes were far away and dangerous, so organizing a "protection team" to protect property became a good excuse for Yang Zhen.
He didn't dare to say anything about other cities; but in his fief, he was completely in charge of forming a "you team" to escort the caravan, and it did not violate the legal system of Tan State. .
He gave this team a famous name:
"Cefather".
Everyone knows "Zeofu", the divine charioteer who drove King Mu of Zhou.
And Yang Zhen, who relies on "imperial skills", naturally wants to use the name of "Zeofu" to attract the best talents to achieve his purpose of rescuing his family.
In fact, in Tan State, relying on his title of "General Zhao" was loud enough, and there was no need to involve "Zeofu" to increase publicity.
As soon as the announcement of the heavy recruitment came out, more than 10,000 people were recruited in just a few days.
This was something he never expected. A "blessing team" would be matched to the scale of a "blessing master".
Now that people are here, it's impossible for him to really bring a "troupe" of tens of thousands of people to do business. This obviously doesn't make sense: How can there be a caravan with so many people? !
So, he reconfigured and divided these people into parts: half were left as "Yu Team" charioteers; the other half were transformed into "businessmen" from all walks of life, and then the two types of people he planned to rescue were located. In each direction, there are twenty caravans, ten different traveling routes, and three rotating batches. It is tentatively planned that each trip will be carried out every ten days.
Under such a design, the vast flow of "business" people and horses from Tan State began their "people-searching" business trip from Tan State to Song State, Wei State, and Zheng State.
Everyone knows that Wu Guofu is rich, but no one has ever thought that in just one month, so many "caravans" have emerged in the small country of Tan. What is even more interesting is the "business style" of this caravan. "There is no order at all, the goods are not neat and tidy, and the quotations are all kinds of strange and unorganized. The market prices along the way have been hit into chaos. People doing business have written to their colleagues, asking them to pay attention to this. group of "abnormal caravans" and avoid trading with them.
"Zepheus"'s caravan became famous for its "chaos", and Tan Jun soon received censures from envoys from neighboring countries stationed in Tan, saying that they broke the agreements between countries, set prices arbitrarily, and did not abide by the industry. The rules seriously undermined the "commercial" order, and asked Tan Jun to severely punish the person in charge of the "Zefu" caravan: Ping'an Jun, and ordered him not to operate the caravan again.
"Everyone, please go back! I will handle it myself."
Tan Zi knew what was going on with these "complaints". On the surface, he politely sent the envoys back, but looking back, he secretly laughed:
"Well done! Let you have a taste of what 'splint gas' feels like!"
