Dandere General and his Lord

"The lord's new policy and the military merit award system are now being implemented, and the results are getting more and more effective. The lord's heart is vast, and his talents are wonderful, and the subjects have to obey. These two strategies are the cornerstone of the prosperity of the country."

"Military households made great contributions and sealed a large area of ​​land. But they have no time to cultivate. And the new farmers just rent the fields of military households to cultivate. If it is not for renting the land, they need to rent a lot of money, and they don't keep much for themselves. It may not be possible to rent so much land at once. In this way, our tax revenue must be reduced a lot.”

"I can't tell." Cheng Qianye smiled, "We Xiao Sikou have no talent in the money and grain accounts."

Xiao Jin saluted and said: "The lord has great ambitions, the ministers eat the money of the king, and share the worries for the lord. In his heart, he thought that only the rich storage of food would be the guarantee for my great Jin Xiongshi to conquer the Quartet. It is the cornerstone of the lord's rule of the world."

Cheng Qianye was stunned for a moment. When she first crossed over, there was only Xiao Jin around her who could be trusted.

Also, it's not very reliable.

During that period of time, she swirled around Xiao Jin every day, trying to make Xiao Jin look at her a little higher, and no longer regarded herself as a temporary substitute, but it didn't have much effect.

To this day, she has long ceased to be attached to this way, and no longer focuses on what others think of herself.

Concentrate on doing what you can do and go the way you want to go.

But unexpectedly, he got the sincere approval of this individual.

When we first met,

This man once threw a short sword in front of him and persuaded her to kill herself as a weak woman to avoid being rǔ.

Today, he is still in front of him, but he bows his head sincerely, and begins to sincerely assist himself and work hard for a common goal.

"Xiao Sikou." Cheng Qianye said, "From now on, the matter of perfecting the New Deal and formulating laws and regulations will be entrusted to you. Although this task is heavy, it will affect the lifeblood of the people in Dajin, and it will be of great benefit. I hope you will. Don't hold back."

Xiao Jin's eyes flickered, he tidied up his sleeves, and gave a serious gift.

At night time.

The screen window was full of cool toads, and Cheng Qianye sat in front of the window, playing the zither and playing the song "General's Order".

Step by step to the place where she is today, the vision in front of her is getting wider and wider, and she is gradually keeping up with many people behind her.

There is no one to lead her on the road ahead.

How to take each step requires her to explore and take it herself.

But at this moment, she felt very stable in her heart, not afraid or confused.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of these reliable friends, these loyal ministers, and so many people who look up to her.

Her weak heart became firm and steady day by day.

...

Mo Qiaosheng lay in the shadow of the eaves.

Above the head is the bright moon sky.

The clanging sound of the piano entered his ears.

The lord is playing the piano.

He closed his eyes, and his heart resonated with the passionate koto sound.

He understood the pride and ambition of the lord.

What the lord thinks in his heart is also his wish. He will straddle the horse and hold a gun, break through the dark night, and usher in the bright world that the lord expects.

"Bridge students."

Mo Qiaosheng opened his eyes and stuck his head out from the eaves.

The man was standing under the corridor, looking up at him with a smile.

"Why are you there?" Cheng Qianye waved at him, "Come down and come to me."

Mo Qiaosheng remembered the ugly man he lost because he couldn't hold himself in the hot spring during the day.

He brushed his flushed face, and after a while, he crawled down from the roof, and reluctantly stood in front of Cheng Qianye.

Cheng Qianye took out a triangular piece of tortoiseshell armor, a small hole was punched in the translucent armor, and a black rope was attached to it.

"Come on." She hooked her fingers.

Mo Qiaosheng obediently lowered the red cloud's head.

Cheng Qianye stretched out his hands and tied the black rope around his neck.

"I don't have anything to wear for a long time. This piece of armor is what I use to play the piano. I will give you one, and you will wear it as if I am always by your side."

She tugged on the rope, pulled Mo Qiaosheng's head down a little, and pointed at his nose: "How about you, do you want to give me something?"

The author has something to say: Gong Xinwen: For an interview, Qiaosheng, I heard that in addition to the nickname of crying bag, you have another nickname of General Second SHE?

Mo Qiaosheng: I, I was just too excited for a while, please give me another chance, I will definitely make a name for myself.

Gong Xinwen: What is the correct name? Prove that you can cry while you're at it?

Mo Qiaosheng: Q-Q

Cheng Qianye: Codewords, you give me a little more, and you dare to bully my people?

Gong Xinwen: Your Majesty, I was wrong.

Chapter 56

The soldiers who had rested for a day returned to the school grounds and found that they finally got rid of the boring queue training and were allowed to take up arms and practice.

They were divided into two groups, one received shields and knives, the other received spears.

Therefore, for three hours in the morning, half of the people repeatedly slashed and slashed with their knives and raised their shields to block.

The other half faced the straw figurine tied in front of them, practicing back and forth to lift the spear - step - pierce.

What should I do if I am tired?

When tired, repeat the queue for adjustment.

From Pingdan until the time of eating.

When the cooks carry the food and the whole army rests and eats, the hands of many soldiers when they hold the dishes and chopsticks will tremble.

In the sound of swallowing in the camp, the sound of wooden chopsticks falling from time to time can be heard.

"When training in formation, I disliked it for being boring, and I looked forward to practicing military martial arts earlier every day." Yang Lu said with a bitter face, "If I knew earlier, I might as well practice formation for a few more days. My right arm can't even lift up to get a bowl. already."

Several of his brothers laughed, "You can't eat if you can't hold the bowl, just distribute the meat and vegetables in your bowl to the brothers."

Yang Luhou protected the bowls and chopsticks: "Just joking, don't be like this."

A scholar named Deng Zhu said, "Liu Hou'er, don't be lazy, the expedition is just around the corner, this time you can't tell Brother Sheng to divide your head to make up the number."

Yang Luhou stopped talking, buried his head and took a big mouthful of rice.

Another named Cai Shishiwu spoke up: "The pillars were the first among us, except Brother Sheng, to get the head. Back then, the enemy army was overwhelming, and my legs were so frightened that I was rushing up to the pillars. He cut down an enemy in front of him, only then did he pluck up his courage to follow, but he was red-eyed in the back, and he managed to earn a head."

Dengzhu stopped his chopsticks: "I'm different from you, I still have an old lady in the slave camp in Jiangcheng, I just want to get more heads as soon as possible, get rid of my mother's slave status as soon as possible, pick her up, and join me. Have a good time together for a few days."

Yang Sheng heard it, and put his arm on Dengzhu's shoulder: "In this battle, let's fight hard, as long as you get the head, you can pick up whoever you want, my house is empty on the left and right, and I will live with you when the time comes. That."

Hearing this, several people became excited, and those who still had family members only felt that their bodies were full of gān energy. Even if he is single, he is full of longing for the future life with a family.

The meal is over.

Mo Qiaosheng "Mo Yan Wang" boarded the general platform, and in the wailing of the whole army, he announced that all members of the army would fight against the wood and go out of the city for a long run.

A long line ran on the forest path outside the city.

"Give it to me." Yang Sheng ran past the panting Yang Luhou and said.

"No, no, Brother Sheng, I Liuhou'er can't rely on you forever, I have to carry it myself today."

Han Shen, the centurion of the Jiamao team, was yelling at the soldiers in his team who were gradually falling behind. Suddenly, he saw a ten commander in his queue, carrying two sakura trees on his shoulders, and ran in front of him.

He followed up and asked, "A Yuan, what are you doing?"

"Team, captain, look." A Yuan gasped and kept walking, "That man, he always carries double, sometimes three. He is already a nobleman, and I heard that he went yesterday. I got a house and 200 acres of fields. I, I can't even buy a piece of cloth."

Han Shen looked up and saw the nasty Jiachen team running in front of them again.

The entire team was born as a slave until the centurion, and the centurion Yang Sheng had no self-awareness at all. He was arrogant and arrogant.

"Damn, I will carry two in the future." Han Shen spat on the ground, took the sakura from the shoulders of the last thin soldier in the team, carried it on his shoulders, and ran forward.

Back from a long-distance run of more than 20 miles.

Yang Luhou's hands and feet were weak and he could hardly walk. He said to Deng Zhu, who was walking on his back, "Zhu... Brother Zhu, I really can't walk. You go first and leave me alone."

"Look over there." Dengzhu didn't move, he tilted his face, "Brother Sheng is going to challenge Mo Yan again."