Wangyuan City turned into a large construction site.
Everywhere is full of people, everywhere is full of dust, everywhere is full of work materials sent from the customs, and everywhere is full of outsiders.
Most people are not used to change and are very uncomfortable breaking away from their original living habits.
But if there are enough interests, all problems will not exist.
In addition to benefits, there is another thing that can make people actively change, the future!
Chu Qing never told anyone what he wanted to transform Wangyuan City into.
But even Tian Hailong, even ordinary people, discovered something.
They are fat, even if they do a lot of work, they are still fat.
Why am I fat? Because I eat a lot, eat well, and eat meat.
When materials from Guanzhong are transported to Wangyuan City, the price will increase exponentially.
However, these supplies are still being delivered continuously, as if they are free of charge.
Convoys come and leave every day, and a large amount of supplies are piled outside the city.
People are secretly speculating whether the new military inspector has stolen the taxes paid to the treasury. This is no longer spending money like water, but spending money like water.
Chu Qing, the big financier, is not in Wangyuan City. Now among the small gang of rich men in Beijing, the one who has the final say is Fu San, and everyone calls him San Ye.
Today, the third master is holding the Analects of Confucius in his hand, walking in the north of the city with the eight master steps, followed by Wang Tongtong.
Fu San was too lazy to say hello to others, because everyone was greeting him, and Fu San was annoyed.
When the people in the city saw Fu San, they lowered their heads, saluted, and called San Ye.
If the third master nodded slightly to someone, that person would scream with excitement, especially some old women, who wished they could give birth to a child for the third master immediately.
Are you like these old ladies in the city today? When they scold a man, they will use Fu San as an example. Look at the third master, drink tea, and all the banknotes on the table are all, that is a man!
Fu San was bored as he walked and swung his horsewhip.
He is not used to living without his young master. He is not used to it because he has to use his brain.
Thinking about it, Fu San is not very repulsive, mainly because he has less time to read now.
Recently, Fu San was reading "The Analects of Confucius", which was copied by a great scholar in Beijing.
Fu San had seen it before, but it was with Bao Guanjia. Watching it again now, it is indeed a new experience.
Wang Tongtong smiled and said: "Third brother, the scene in Wangyuan City is very similar to the southern suburbs at that time."
Fu San took out the Analects of Confucius from his arms and said nothing.
Because he knew that the young master definitely did not want to create another big collection or some kind of fiefdom.
When he was in Jinge Town a few days ago, Chu Qing was always looking at the map, not the map inside the pass, but the map of the grasslands outside the pass.
So Fu San knew that when Chu Qing came to the border, whether it was spending money or building a house, including setting up a workshop, it was all a matter of convenience. He definitely didn't take it to heart, because if he really cared about it, he would do it himself. So looking at the map, it’s self-evident.
In addition to maps, Chu Qing has been learning about the frontier generals, troops, armor, weapons, etc. He even read the Art of War written by Feng Luo for a quarter of an hour.
While walking and watching, Fu San came to the outside of the city.
Now only the northern part of the city has not been touched at all.
Third brother likes the air here and the quietness here.
After finding a small slope, Fusan squatted on it and continued reading "The Analects of Confucius".
Wang Tongtong also knew a few words, and he could read them too.
Ertong admires Third Brother very much, and many Tanma admires Third Brother, so everyone always wants to be like Fusan and subconsciously imitate Fusan.
"Third brother." Wang Tongtong asked curiously: "Recently, I see that you no longer practice swordsmanship, but always read books. In Beijing, reading books is useful, but here in Guan, you always read books, right?"
"No." Fu San pointed to the Analects of Confucius and said, "It says on it, a gentleman has no use for his words."
"A gentleman is not a gentleman?"
"Yes, apart from the young master, the third brother I admire the most is Confucius." Fu San clenched his fists loudly: "The old man said that gentlemen are incompetent, which means that real men are disdainful. Those who use weapons do not use weapons, but use their fists to beat the enemy to death."
"So that's it." Wang Tongtong's eyes were full of little stars: "No wonder the third brother is reading a book. It turns out that the Analects of Confucius is about the art of war. What about this sentence, the dead are like a man, not giving up day and night?"
"The short-lived ghosts who died in the hands of his old man are like running water, day and night."
"The third brother is a great talent, Confucius is the winner."
As soon as Wang Tong's call ended, a maroon horse galloped towards them. When it was approaching the two of them, the knight on the horse pulled the reins, and the horse stood upright.
I saw that this knight was dressed in military uniform and had a heroic appearance. He was Ma Ying, the apple of the eye of the great prophet Ma Rujing.
Ma Ying's face was filled with evil spirits: "You two can tell from your appearance that you are border troops. Why are you not wearing armor and not in the camp?"
Fu San turned his head and continued to read the Analects without saying a word.
Wang Tongtong stood up and frowned: "What does it have to do with you?"
"You don't know this girl?"
Wang Tongtong saw a long white-edged spear hanging under the horse's belly. His face was solemn, and his right hand touched the short knife behind his waist.
In fact, Tan Ma's original dagger was not inserted behind his waist, but was inserted diagonally on the left side, making it easier to draw it out quickly. Only the third brother inserted the dagger horizontally behind his waist.
Later, everyone thought that the third brother's appearance was very saucy, with his left foot in front, his right foot in the back, his right hand touching the short knife behind his waist, his body leaning forward, especially sometimes he would inadvertently turn his head to look behind him, which was very mysterious and alert, just like It was as if an enemy would appear behind him to attack him at any time. Just like the appearance of Third Brother, all the detective horses in the Thousand Cavalry Battalion were imitating him.
However, Third Brother’s dagger and Qianji are both shorter than ordinary daggers. They are similar to daggers and can be hidden in the back of the waist. However, Qianqiying Tanma’s dagger has an extra length. If you are thinner, it can be hidden at the back. Having a short knife inserted across the waist is like a herniated disc in the waist, not like the third brother.
Looking at Ertong's appearance, Ma Ying on the horse frowned slightly: "Aren't you a frontier soldier?"
"Qianqi Camp, don't cause trouble."
"It turns out that you two are the eagle dogs of Qianqi Camp."
With a "pop" sound, Ma Ying shook her riding whip and sneered again and again: "This girl is looking for people from your Qianqi Camp."
Wang Tongtong drew out his dagger, with his left foot in front and his right foot in back. He looked sideways at Fu San and said, "Third brother, can I learn how to do this?"
Fu San ignored him, stood up, and looked at Ma Ying with squinting eyes.
The third brother felt that Ertong was similar, but he asked too many questions. When he was fighting, he never asked such nonsense.
Fu San asked calmly: "Why are you looking for trouble in the Qianqi Camp?"
"It has nothing to do with you. My aunt is unhappy. She will cause trouble for whomever she wants."
Wang Tongtong looked wary, he could tell that this girl was not easy to mess with.
