Yellow sheep, black dog, and calico, these are not animals or goods, but the names of three children.
Huang Yang had tawny hair on his head, and he was clearly the little boy who was frightened stupidly on the battlefield that day. After Zhang Zhao shot the bearded warrior, Huang Yang quickly jumped into the trench to save his life.
Huabu was a slender little girl, the same Uighur girl who ran wildly behind the old man who was shot in the back that day, crying and calling daddy.
She is quite tall, and she looks quite cute in small appearance, but she is a bit skinny, like a bundle of straw that can be blown away by a strong wind.
The black dog is shorter than the two of them, but very strong. His face has a bit of cunning that should not belong to his age, and he has black hair and black eyes.
Unlike the other two children, who clearly have Uighur features, Black Dog is the one who looks most like a Han among the three children.
"Huangyang'er, where are your parents? Why are you the only one?"
Zhang Zhao looked at the yellow-haired child and suddenly remembered the Huang Yang'er in Gedu Village. His skills were not inferior to Bai Congxin's, but he was unwilling to come to Anxi with Zhang Zhao, and chose to go to Ganzhou to join his compatriots.
"Dead! The black turbans wanted to use our land to build a temple. Dad thought the slope they gave them was not good and didn't want to move. As a result, they were rushed in at night and beaten to death!"
The so-called black turbans are obviously the warriors from Dashi and Persia. Only they like to wear black turbans.
Huang Yang'er spoke very calmly, as if what he was describing was not the murder of his own parents, but the tragedy of someone else's family.
"Erlangjun, don't look at him as a young man, but he is very courageous. The year before last, he sneaked into the servant's food shop and hid in a rotten rice vat in the warehouse. He stayed still all day during the day and only came out to eat at night.
And he only ate a little of each, and the servant didn't notice it for more than ten days. In the end, if it wasn't senior brother Huitong who happened to get up to use the toilet in the middle of the night, he bumped into him, and we didn't know when we could catch him. "
Li Qilang said to Zhang Zhao with a smile. There was no contempt in his eyes, but a bit of appreciation.
interesting! Zhang Zhao also nodded. He spent a whole day squatting in a vat of rotten rice, stealing things to eat and knowing how to steal a little bit without attracting anyone's attention. Not bad! He has brains and toughness at a young age.
"You know what a certain person wants you to do this time, right? Can you do it? You can tell me what reward you want now!"
When you order people, you must give them benefits. Zhang Zhao has never had the habit of ordering people for nothing, even children! This is his rule
"I know! Master Burke wants Huang Yang'er to help collapse the city wall of Black Turban. Huang Yang'er can do a good job. Huang Yang'er doesn't want rewards. He just wants to be a warrior for Master Burke, a warrior like Black Turban!"
When it came to being a warrior like the black turban, Huang Yang'er's childish face suddenly showed a bit of ruthlessness.
"Okay!" Zhang Zhao suddenly thought of an idea. A very special storage and deployment method is popular in this era, recognizing adopted brothers and adopted sons!
Li Keyong had thirteen Taibao, and Zhao Da also had ten brothers from the charity society. Even Zhu Hongwu later did this. The famous Mu Ying was one of Zhu Hongwu's adopted sons.
And it was the same in the west. Hundreds of years later, the Ottoman Sultan's Yenicheri Army was an example.
So there are definitely benefits to having so many famous people do it. There are ready-made examples. Why not learn from it yourself? As for the sequelae, no one can care about what will happen decades later.
"If you want to become a warrior of a certain person, you can't become one casually! A warrior of a certain person needs to be the kind of man who can wear three layers of heavy armor and be able to pierce enemies with a hundred steps, a hero who can defeat a hundred black-turbaned warriors."
Wearing three layers of heavy armor represents a brave warrior in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Huang Yang'er, it represents another identity, that is, a nobleman who can not only eat well, but also have roast mutton for every meal, a warrior , definitely the best eating crowd in this era.
"Huang Yang'er can learn! Please accept me, Lord Burke!" Huang Yang'er made a thud and knocked his head to the ground.
"I hope you are sincere. If you complete this mission well! I will accept you. Not only will I accept you as a warrior, but I will also take you with me to be my personal attendant!"
"Huang Yang'er kowtowed to Master Burke!" Huang Yang'er, who was overjoyed, kowtowed to the ground again, and his forehead quickly became bruised and swollen.
The people around him also cast envious glances at him. He was a beggar, but to be able to follow Zhang Zhao as his personal attendant would definitely reach the sky in one step!
"Then what reward do you want? You don't want to be a samurai with someone, do you?"
Zhang Zhao smiled and looked at Huabu. She was the oldest among the three, already thirteen years old, but because of her thin body, she looked no different from ten years old.
"Master Burke saved my father's life, Huabu is willing to work for Master Burke!" Huabu also quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Zhao.
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This time, Falcon's father was hit by an arrow in the back and soaked in blood for several hours. However, there was no infection. After the arrow was dug out, he was able to get out of bed on the fourth day, which was a good thing.
"You have to repay the life-saving grace, but the reward cannot be less. Tell me!" Although the young lady in front of him looked weak and obedient, Zhang Zhaoke knew from Li Qilang who this person was.
This little lady and her father are habitual thieves in Shule City. They don't just touch people's wallets on the street. Instead, they dig a small hole in someone's wall and let Huabu take advantage of his slender body to get in and steal. This kind of stealing happened to be similar to what Zhang Zhao wanted them to do now.
Therefore, among the three children, the Uighur girl Huabu, who is no longer a child, is the one Zhang Zhao has the highest hopes for, so the reward must be given. If you don't give the reward, how can you be dedicated?
Hua Bu raised her head and looked at Zhang Zhao for a long time. After making sure that Zhang Zhao was not playing tricks on her, this girl who had become a veteran at the age of thirteen smiled faintly.
"If Master Burke really wants to reward Huabu, Huabu wants to marry one of the master's warriors!"
Ouch! It’s more interesting! Zhang Zhao couldn't help but feel happy. This girl is indeed an old fritter. She is looking for a long-term meal ticket! This is much better than asking for money.
Although the living standards of the soldiers under Zhang Zhao's command were just like that in Zhang Zhao's eyes, they were not in the eyes of others.
The usual monthly payment for a month does not include food and clothing, and there are rewards on the battlefield. If Zhang Zhao can have his own territory in the future, these people will be the backbone warrior class with a large amount of land, and they will be proper nobles. !
If a girl like the flower cloth girl wanted to marry a warrior without Zhang Zhao's reward, it would be impossible unless she could grow up like a flower in a few years!
Therefore, the request for floral cloth may not seem like much, but it is actually very far-sighted.
"Well, there are hundreds of warriors here, who do you want to marry?" There was a burst of laughter in the camp, and everyone was very happy.
For a thirteen-year-old girl to marry herself off in front of a large crowd, and yet remain calm and unashamed, is a rare pleasure in a boring battlefield.
Huabu's eyes glanced at Ma Yaozi. Just as a hint of pride flashed on Ma Yaozi's face, she saw Huabu shake her head. Then she looked straight at old Zhang Zhong behind Zhang Zhao and nodded happily. .
Huh!
Zhang Zhao was shocked!
What does Little Falcon look like this time? You don't want a strong man like Ma Yaozi, but you like an old guy like Zhang Zhong?
Well! In fact, Zhang Zhong is not old either, he is not even fifty yet, but in the past few years he has been deliberately trying to restore the Zhang family. He has been exhausted mentally and physically from running around, and he just looks old.
Now that Zhang Zhao can handle everything by himself, without him messing around, he looks even younger.
But no matter what, Zhang Zhong is about thirty years older than Hua Bu! What kind of look is this?
"What a cunning little girl! It's really not that simple!" Before Zhang Zhao could figure it out, Li Qilang sighed loudly and gave Huabu a thumbs up.
"You little Hu Ji, you think I won't live long, don't you? Fuck you! Even if you die, I won't die!"
Li Qilang was sighing, and the old Zhang Zhong behind Zhang Zhao suddenly turned black and started to curse.
