The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

"I don't have parents." Yin Wujiu's tone was a little low, but soon became clear, "My name is given by the master."

——There is nothing without parents, it is enough for him to have a master and a grandfather who loves him.

When Mr. Bai heard this, his eyes were a little thoughtful.

I don't know what's going on in my head.

Wei Yong put away the indifference on his face, he wanted to say something to comfort the child, but he didn't know where to start, so he just patted the young man's thin shoulder silently.

In the following time, Yin Wujiu also began to treat the wounded. Mr. Bai saw that he really knew some medical principles, so he gave him the medicinal materials, explained it, and let him do it.

Wei Yong stared at Mr. Bai who was treating the soldier's facial wound for a while, and saw that he was not as heavy-handed as before, and wondered: "Hey, what do you have to do with this ice face? Why does he give you face like this? ?” This question was obviously asked by Yin Wujiu.

Yin Wujiu understood what he meant, and said: "Mr. Bai is a benevolent doctor. Previously, he saw a lot of wounded and was eager to treat them, so he was negligent in his actions. But I think this is definitely not his original intention. .”

"You can talk, kid." Wei Yong smiled upon hearing this.

After the two of them had checked all the wounded soldiers in the house, it happened that it was time for dinner, and when they heard the summons from outside, Yin Wujiu volunteered to take the meal.

After a while, a gang leader came in with him.

Yin Wujiu was holding two wooden barrels, while the leader of the group was holding two big wooden steamers.

The soldiers on the bed smelled it, and all looked towards them. Even those who were asleep were hooked, and looked at the door with difficulty while propping up the bed.

In this age of famine and war, nothing attracts the attention of the poor more than food.

Most of these soldiers are ordinary people from poor families.

"What's so delicious?"

"Put the bowl on." The guy who came in, Jun, was also a teenager. Everyone he knew in the army called him Dawaner. He was tall, thin, cheerful, easy-going, and carefree. The first time he saw Yin Wujiu, he became familiar with him within a few words.

Hearing this, Yin Wujiu quickly placed the bowls in the bucket on the big wooden table in the middle of the room.

"Hey, arrange it carefully and neatly." The mouth of the big bowl reminded, and then put Yin Wujiu's bowl on the table into a straight line.

Yin Wujiu didn't think too much when he saw this, he just thought that this young man was a neat and self-disciplined person, so he paid more attention when he put it next.

Not wanting to wait for him to set it up, the boy stepped on the stool with one foot, then directly picked up the porridge bucket, resting his elbow on his knee, and poured it into the set bowl without using the spoon.

I saw the edge of the wooden barrel rising and falling, like a superficial touch, but in the blink of an eye, all the pottery bowls on the table were filled with fragrant, soft and glutinous vegetable porridge.

In each bowl, there is no more or less the same amount, and no drop is scattered on the table.

The people watching were stunned.

Wei Yong couldn't help but secretly startled: I've heard that General Na Wen used his soldiers like a god, and he trained his soldiers very well. The army he brought out was unstoppable, but he didn't think that even a small leader in this team has such skills.

This city of Xun is now guarded by such an iron cavalry with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. If the prince wants to take it down, I'm afraid it will be difficult!

Dawan didn't realize how awesome he was at all, and he didn't notice the surprised eyes of these people. He put the wooden barrel in his hand on the ground, and held two bowls of porridge in one hand, and said to Yin Wujiu as he walked: " Brother Xiao Yin, help share the porridge with them."

Yin Wujiu blinked, recovered his senses and picked up two bowls of porridge, before he left, he turned his head and looked at the four large bowls that were easily picked up in the opponent's hand.

He carefully thought about the way to serve the bowl, and then imitated the other person and put the bowl in his left hand on the wrist of his right wrist, but as soon as he moved, the bowl tilted to one side.

Seeing that the full bowl of porridge was about to smash to pieces on the ground, Yin Wujiu hastily caught it in his palm with the other one.

"It's dangerous!" As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a tingling pain in his palm, and hurriedly put the bowl on the table.

Looking at the palm again, yes, a big round red circle was burnt out.

"Pfft—" A laugh came from next to his ear, Yin Wujiu raised his head in surprise, and met the big bowl full of smiles.

An embarrassment spread silently in the air.

Wen Jue, who "passed by" here, had a panoramic view of all this, his eyes fell on the young man's rapidly flushed cheeks, and he couldn't help laughing and softening in his heart.

Although his apprentice looks steady on weekdays, he is actually very childish.

Yes, this year is only 13 years old, isn't it just a child!

Dawan smiled and said: "Not everyone can learn this. I can do this because I grew up in a juggling troupe. I have worked hard for more than ten years!"

Yin Wujiu also smiled, the smile was extra subtle, but the admiration that came out was very sincere: "You are really amazing!"

No one doesn't like to hear good things. Dawan was immediately happy when he heard the words, and said that he would have the opportunity to teach him juggling in the future.

Yin Wujiu happily agreed, and continued to distribute porridge to the wounded.

These people have only eaten one meal since they were captured yesterday, and now their chests are sticking to their backs with hunger, and those who get the porridge can't wait to greet them with their mouths, regardless of whether it is hot or not.

He blew his beard and stared at the scalding porridge in one bite, but he couldn't bear to spit it out. When the porridge cooled down a little in his mouth and tasted it, the man's eyes lit up immediately, and then he gave it Drink to the bottom.

After finishing the drink, he was still unsatisfied, and looked up at the big bowl of steamed buns: "Hey, do you have any more porridge?"

The big bowl said: "Do you still want to drink?"

"Yes!" The man nodded repeatedly.

"One bowl for each person, it's gone." The boy said in a slightly hesitant tone.

The man's eyes suddenly showed disappointment, and then he licked his lips with unsatisfied intentions, and said in a long while: "It's late autumn, and this is in the army, it's really strange how there are vegetables in this porridge, let's not say I have been in the army all these years, even when I was planting crops in the countryside, I have never eaten such delicious and soft porridge!"

Dawan saw his new look, proudly said: "This is unique in my cavalry battalion, you Southwest rebels, you will never see it."

"How much food do we need to support such a huge army?" The man was full of curiosity, even the young man said they were rebels and didn't notice.

The big bowl said: "These vegetables are all air-dried. They are light and portable to carry during the march. You can take them whenever you need them. It is just a small bag. After soaking, it is enough to cook several large pots of porridge. When cooked with sesame oil, the taste is very delicious." Absolutely, our general said that only when the soldiers eat well can they have the strength to fight and be invincible and invincible.”

"Dried vegetables, I've never heard of them, and the sesame oil... I remember it came out a few years ago, I heard that the price is extremely expensive, and only dignitaries and rich merchants can afford it! Could it be that your treasury in Kyoto is so rich that you can even afford it during the march?" The Southwestern soldier felt that his world view had been completely refreshed.

"These are not the treasury of flowers, but our general's own pockets."

The surrender of soldiers from the southwest was unbelievable: "You guys, are your generals really so rich?"

As long as they are citizens of the Great Merchants Kingdom, there is no one who has never heard of the name "Wen Chongzhou". The various deeds of this general protecting the country since his "debut" are almost familiar in the streets and alleys, so they naturally heard of it too. Guo Wen Chongzhou's background.

This man is just the second son of a fifth-rank official family. Because he sacrificed his life to protect him, he won the favor of the emperor. Since then, he has been on the rise, but even if the emperor thinks highly of him again, it is impossible for him to reward him with the entire treasury.

Since it wasn't rewarded by the emperor, where did General Wen get so much money to allow such a huge army to eat and drink with him.

With his background and experience, he couldn't imagine where General Wen got so much money.

The years Wen Jue came to this world were not in vain.

In addition to running his own forces in the court and secretly, as well as training soldiers and horses, leading troops to fight, he has also developed many businesses.

For example, teahouses and restaurants, Qinlou Chuguan, and jewelry shops and cloth shops in the capital; for example, researching various air-dried dishes that are suitable for marching and fighting, such as in the ancient times when there were no special livestock farms and the price of meat was huge. Large and small livestock farms have been set up in various places, and pigs, cattle, sheep and horses are raised in captivity. While trading to make money, they also provide them to their troops... After five years of operation, Wen Jue's current net worth can completely be used by "rich people" Can be an enemy country" four words to describe.

And what he did, in addition to bringing benefits to himself and his army, also created many employment and earning opportunities for the local people.

Shops need people to run them, livestock need people to graze, vegetables need people to grow... and he gives generous money, so many people want to work with him.

It's just that no one knows that those companies that have risen rapidly in the country and even expanded to neighboring countries are actually managed by their taciturn and cold-faced general protecting the country.

Dawan curled his lips: "I don't know how much money the general has, but I know that we have been with the general for these years, and we have never been hungry for a day."

The soldier was suddenly very unbalanced, feeling that he had worked so hard for so many years to eat one bite, but the one bite couldn't even keep up with a drop of oil in his bowl.

And after he thought about it carefully, there seemed to be meat in the porridge he just drank. Thinking of this, he suddenly became more excited: "By the way, is there meat in this porridge?"

Dawan rolled his eyes: "Can't you taste such a big piece of meat?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah what kind of meat is it that I just ate a disease and swallowed it without chewing? Hey, pour me some more." The soldier said, taking the empty bowl in his hand Reach out to the comrades in the side bunk.

The comrade-in-arms immediately protected his bowl and turned aside, turning his back to him.

"Why are you like this, pour me some, and I'll try what kind of meat it is?"

The comrade-in-arms said: "Don't try it, I will tell you directly, beef."

Seeing that he didn't discuss it, the man turned to look at another comrade-in-arms on his left, "I said brother..."

The comrade-in-arms on the left didn't wait for him to finish, and in front of him, poured the remaining half bowl of porridge into his stomach, and licked his lips with his tongue: "It's delicious!"

The soldier: "..."

The soldier spat and scolded his two brothers angrily, then held the steamed buns he just got, lowered his head and rubbed a few times in the finished bowl, scraping off the porridge putty stuck to the bowl and started eating.

Originally, Yin Wujiu was in a very complicated mood when he heard the general in the big bowl and said "Wen Chongzhou" over and over again, but now he was made such a fuss by this little soldier, and seeing him crying with his face buried in his head, he wished he could not The appearance of eating that bowl was suddenly amused.

The soldier heard it, he straightened his face, looked at Yin Wujiu and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, it's nothing." Yin Wujiu quickly pursed his lips to deny it.

But the soldier was unwilling to let him go, and pointed at him with the steamed bun in his hand: "It's obvious that there are, if you don't invite them honestly, tell me!"

Yin Wujiu couldn't help it, so he said: "I just remembered the story about Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit."

The soldier looked confused: "Who is Zhu Bajie, and what kind of fruit is ginseng fruit?"

Yin Wujiu said: "That's the story my master told me."

"It sounds very interesting. You can tell us about it too. It's just to relieve boredom."

So in the following time, Yin Wujiu told this group of people the story of the three brothers stealing ginseng fruit.

After listening to it, everyone suddenly realized.

"No wonder you can think of this story." Wei Yong said, pointing to the soldier who asked for porridge, "Isn't it just Zhu Bajie now?"

When everyone heard the words, they roared with laughter.

Even from then on, this soldier had a nickname of "Zhu Bajie". Later, everyone shouted and shouted, and for the sake of convenience, they automatically changed it to "Old Pig".

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