On both sides of the street, except for the long queues at the grain store selling food, the other shops were deserted.
There is a teahouse at the end of the street, with several porters taking a rest.
"Storytellers, stop telling those stories about gods and ghosts, and try another one!"
A porter laughed and cursed.
Others in the teahouse also responded.
The gray-haired storyteller was not angry. He happily took a sip of tea and said loudly: "Okay, gentlemen, just say whatever you want to hear."
"Do you know General Lin across the river?"
"I don't know."
"Great victory in Dalong City, empty city strategy."
"Oh oh oh, I know."
The guests in the teahouse knew immediately.
"I've seen rumors that he is cruel and unscrupulous. He will do whatever it takes to recruit soldiers. He not only allows his soldiers to oppress the people, but also levies military expenses from the poor people."
A man with his head lowered in a corner whispered.
"really?"
The guests in the teahouse looked at each other.
There was no news in the city, and they were running around for a living all day long. They just knew that a new warlord had arrived on the other side of the river.
"I heard with my own ears that General Lin chopped off the heads of common people who did not want to join the army in public and used them as wine jugs."
In the tea house, someone responded.
"So cruel?!"
"Hehehe, guest sir, I have a different version here. You might want to hear it."
The storyteller said mysteriously.
The man in the corner frowned.
"I told this from a fellow villager who fled from the other side of the river to this side of the river. The fellow villager said he saw it with his own eyes."
"Talk about it!"
The porter at the beginning said with interest.
Others showed little interest.
After they finish their work, they come to the teahouse to order a cup of hot tea and then listen to a book, just to make their poor life more fun.
And they generally don't have a good impression of the military.
In their minds, the army is just a different kind of bandits and bandits, using legitimate chess pieces to oppress their people.
This is true whether he has served successively or as the current governor of the Jiangbei garrison.
Of course, they just buried these words in their hearts and did not dare to say them out. After all, if someone heard them, they would be beheaded.
"Hehe, my fellow countryman said that General Lin personally came down to help them plow the fields."
The storyteller unfolded his folding fan and whispered.
"How is this possible? I'm afraid it's not made up."
The man in the corner looked ugly and frowned.
"Yes, it sounds like it's made up."
The people in the teahouse also sneered.
They would never believe that a high-ranking general would go down to the fields to plow the fields.
"I didn't believe it at first, but my fellow countryman swore it and it was true."
"He also said that if he responded to General Lin's conscription order, everyone would get ten taels of silver."
"Ten taels of silver?! This is enough to feed and drink my family for a year."
The porter said with a look of disbelief.
In the past, the Jiangbei garrison had no money to recruit soldiers. Only those who died in battle would get a little consolation money.
But I have never heard of anyone getting the solatium.
"If he gives me ten taels of silver, then I will definitely join the army."
The porter smiled bitterly.
"It's so ridiculous, do you believe it?"
The man in the corner snorted coldly.
The porter also felt untrustworthy. After drinking the tea, he left the teahouse.
When he was helping his boss carry things under the scorching sun, he saw that the sign in front of him was overcrowded.
"Ten taels of silver!"
Vaguely, the porter seemed to hear someone say.
"Step aside!"
Just when he was about to see what was going on, a group of officers and soldiers came in a hurry and tore off something at the place where the list was posted.
"Someone is spreading rumors in the city. Don't believe it. Please disperse!"
The leading officers and soldiers drove away the onlookers with a cold face.
The porter was curious and stopped an excited man.
"Join General Lin's army and get a military allowance of ten taels of silver!"
After the man whispered these words, he quickly left.
The porter's eyes lit up, he dropped his goods and hurried home.
And in every city in Jiangbei, such a scene was staged.
One word spread to ten, and in just a few days, the news that joining General Lin's crusade army would receive military expenses spread throughout the entire Jiangbei area.
…
"Bang!"
As the governor of the Jiangbei garrison, Huang Lang turned over the desk in front of him, his forehead covered with veins.
The soldiers below fell to their knees in fear.
"Why, weren't you told to block the news? How come the entire Dashang now knows about it."
The governor of the Jiangbei garrison rubbed his temples that were beating wildly: "A bunch of losers!"
There is no military expenditure for recruiting soldiers in the Jiangbei area. This is something that the successive governors of the Jiangbei garrison have agreed to do.
Even the former emperor turned a blind eye because most of the money was used to expand the treasury.
And Lin Bei was so stubborn, putting this matter out in the open, where would he put the dignity of the governor of the Jiangbei garrison?
He originally thought that Lin Bei had obtained the power to expand the army. The two armies were separated by the river, and as long as they did not attack each other, they would be able to live in peace.
But Lin Bei's hand was like a slap in the face.
He had guarded Jiangbei for ten years, and this was the first time he had suffered such a big loss.
"I'm sending you an order, if you find anyone who wants to cross the river to join the army, you'll be killed without mercy."
"yes."
The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and quickly exited the camp.
"A little eunuch still wants to shake my position."
Huang Lang sat back on the tiger leather seat, his expression gloomy.
…
"Is this Huang Lang crazy? He is openly preventing people from responding to our army recruitment order."
In the tent, Zhou Jinwei frowned.
At this time, she was already Lin Bei's right-hand assistant.
Lin Bei had to admit that as the granddaughter of General Zhou, Zhou Jinwei had inherited some of General Zhou's military talents.
Now she can also take charge of her own role. Not only can she lead the army to suppress bandits, but she can also easily integrate the war concepts he learned in later generations.
"Isn't he afraid of His Majesty's blame?"
"How could he be afraid? Behind him are tens of thousands of Jiangbei defenders. If he gives up his burden and quits, Jiangbei will really be finished now."
Lin Bei shook his head.
"Sir, we caught another assassin who sneaked in secretly. How should we deal with it?"
Outside the camp, Bian Long said respectfully.
Lin Bei's eyes twitched.
In this month, he has experienced more than ten assassinations.
What is regrettable is that these assassins cannot even break through the defense line of the military camp and will be captured by the soldiers.
"You are a thief! If you want to kill or behead me, it's up to you! If I frown, you will be my father!"
An angry voice sounded.
Lin Bei clapped his hands and applauded: "Since you want to die, the governor will not kill you. Bian Long, let him go!"
"yes."
"Lin Dog Thief, don't think that I will be grateful to you for letting me live today! Just wash your neck and wait for my head to be chopped off!"
He is truly a strong man! If there were more such good people in the world, how could he be afraid of dying?
Lin Bei respected him in his heart and his eyes were full of appreciation.
