Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Chu Pingshan was too busy with official duties to return to the Marquis' Mansion.

Shen Wuming discussed with his mother-in-law and wife and decided that the whole family would move to Guangwu Camp to celebrate the New Year.

According to military regulations, family members, especially female family members, were not allowed to be brought along.

Shen Wuming did not want to be special, so after thinking about it, he asked Hei Jiao to bring a message to Chu Pingshan.

He said that during the New Year, military families could be arranged to go to Guangwu Camp to celebrate the New Year together.

This was an idea he copied from later generations.

Those soldiers guarding the border could not return home for many years, and it was also a humane performance for military families to visit their families.

It was even publicly announced.

Military soldiers who were preparing to get married, regardless of their official rank, could take this opportunity to hold a collective wedding.

The witnesses were General Guangwu, Shouting Marquis Chu Pingshan, Zhongshan Prefect Sun Qun, and Yong'an County Master Shen Wuming.

As soon as the news came out, the army was boiling.

Regardless of the homesickness of the people in the army, the witness alone was enough to move them.

Whether it was a marquis, a viscount, or a governor, they were all unattainable figures in normal times.

At this time, they were witnesses.

Not to mention being able to climb up the ladder, at least it would be a matter of honor to the family.

Many soldiers wrote to their families, asking them to spend the New Year in the army.

Some wrote to their lovers, and the originally scheduled auspicious date was rejected.

No matter how good the auspicious date was, could it be better than the witness of the general, governor, or lord?

"This kid has an idea."

Chu Pingshan felt very intuitively that after the news was announced, the morale of the army was extremely high.

Many people were even so excited that they shed tears.

After all, this era still emphasizes loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness, especially "a scholar will die for his confidant."

Chu Pingshan's style immediately won the hearts of the entire Guangwu Camp.

Wang Chuanjia chuckled, "I don't know if my son-in-law can fight, but he is really good at buying people's hearts."

The so-called art of war.

Fighting is only one part of it, more is to train soldiers, and also includes how to win the hearts of the soldiers.

For example, like Wu Qi sucking pus for his soldiers, so that the soldiers will fight with their lives.

But this trick is outdated.

Mainly after Wu Qi used it, many commanders who can put down their postures are imitating it.

But Shen Wuming's way is unique, even veterans like Wang Chuanjia have to give him a thumbs up.

"Fancy."

Chu Pingshan laughed and scolded, but his old face was almost wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.

Wang Chuanjia rolled his eyes.

Heijiao stood at the entrance of the camp, silently looking at the deep Yongding River not far away, and sighed softly.

It's the New Year.

Although their demon tribe doesn't pay much attention to the New Year and festivals, others are reunited, but he is alone.

And he has to be a dog.

"It's so fucking uncomfortable."

New Year's Eve arrived soon.

Mother-in-law and his wife, escorted by Huang Bingcheng and others, had already gone to Guangwu Camp.

Shen Wuming was accompanying Cao Zhuyu.

After all, he was not married to Cao Zhuyu, so he had to spend the night with his wife and others.

So during the day, he wanted to spend more time with Cao Zhuyu.

When it was almost time for lunch, Zhang Sanbao came over and said that Cao Zijing asked him to have lunch.

During this period, Shen Wuming also went to Cao's house many times.

Cao Zijing always looked at him coldly and didn't have a good face, but he didn't mention the topic of married men again.

Shen Wuming naturally admitted his weakness.

If you can give in, give in, if you can retreat, retreat, after all, this is his second father.

However, Cao Zijing's attitude this time was completely different from before.

Even Zhao Qiansun, Cao Xiong and others looked at him kindly, just like looking at their own brothers.

"Come here, come here, brother gives you a red envelope." Cao Xiong patted his shoulder, then took out a red envelope and stuffed it into his hand. Shen Wuming pinched it and it was indeed quite thick. Even if it was just a silver note, it was estimated to be several thousand taels. These businessmen were really rich. The other disciples of the Cao family also took out red envelopes, and Shen Wuming happily accepted them and called him senior brother. Strength is not considered for the moment. As long as Cao Zhuyu's generation is low enough, these people are brothers, and everyone has to present a red envelope. One by one, they lined up to give it, even Zhang Sanbao gave it. After Shen Wuming received it, his eyes fell on Zhao Qiansun. "Why are you looking at me?" Zhao Qiansun was looked at with a face full of discomfort, "I didn't prepare a red envelope for you, but I prepared something else for you." "Come with me to see." Under the leadership of Zhao Qiansun, Shen Wuming did not come to the hall, but went straight to the Cao family workshop. In the largest workshop. Cao Zijing stood at the slightly narrow doorway, and there was a large group of Mohist craftsmen inside.

At this time, black magic power was flying, and Shen Wuming also saw their level.

There were a total of twenty people, all of whom were at least Mohist masters of the third realm, and the leaders were three Mohist masters.

That is, the sixth realm.

At this time, they all surrounded a black and red armor in the center, constantly busy.

Under the command of a Mohist master, various parts were placed on it.

Cao Zijing was also concentrating on watching, and he didn't even notice the arrival of Shen Wuming and others.

"Uncle Cao."

Shen Wuming bowed slightly, and Cao Zijing came back to his senses, and said indifferently, "You are here."

Shen Wuming hurriedly said, "Uncle summoned, Wuming dare not neglect."

"That's about right."

Cao Zijing nodded slightly reservedly, and then pointed to the red armor in the middle.

"Uncle Zhao broke your armor last time... the black armor you mentioned, so I'll give you a new one."

"Just treat it as a New Year's gift for you. Try it out, what do you think?"

Shen Wuming's eyes were cast on the black and red black armor in the center, and a gleam of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Compared with the previous black armor, this set of black armor is taller, a full six feet high.

The whole body is full of lines of black, as rough and primitive as rock.

The surface is full of dragon and bird patterns, like flowing magma, with an ancient beauty.

The helmet, chest armor, back armor, arm armor, skirt armor, armor boots... Every part is full of power.

Even if it is not used, there is still a crushing tyranny that almost overflows.

"The base of this set of ink armor is made of deep-sea black iron, and runes are outlined with the marrow of volcanic rock."

"Every part is made according to the standard of the top-grade magic weapon level. The breastplate, helmet and weapons are all top-grade magic weapons."

"And the inlaid Mohist magic array, when combined together, its grade is even higher than the top-grade."

"The power core in the chest is made of the Eye of Candle Dragon, and can burst out a maximum of one thousand bulls."

The bull is an uncommon unit of power, and it is not the "bull" in later physics.

It refers to the wild bull.

The pulling force of a wild bull can reach a full thousand pounds, so one bull refers to a thousand pounds.

A thousand bulls, that is, a million pounds!