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The training of sixty people has only just begun, and it may take more than a month to produce results, or to become elite soldiers in the eyes of others.
"However, today I have to go back to the city. Not to mention whether I can eat well, at least these soldiers should be fed. Only in this way can they be trained faster."
Fang Mo yawned, calculated in his mind, and after he had a plan, he took out the box that Liu Bei hid under the bed.
call!
A breath came like a tiger descending the mountain, Zhang Fei turned over and got off the bed, staring at a pair of eyes, full of murderous intent: "It's the fourth brother..."
While talking, he climbed onto the bed again and hugged Liu Bei.
This picture is really eye-catching!
Chapter 46
Being able to be on guard against someone stealing money while sleeping, I have to say that Zhang Fei is definitely a qualified bodyguard. The most important thing is that he rolled over and fell asleep after finishing this matter.
as if nothing happened...
But Fang Mo's back was a little wet. Zhang Fei's gaze just now touched him the most. If it wasn't him who stood here just now, Zhang Fei's fist the size of a sandbag would fly over in the next moment.
He had seen Zhang Fei kill people. Without a snake spear, he could smash half of a person's head with one punch, and if he continued to use force, his brain would burst.
This kind of power is really too scary.
Of course, he is also a body of flesh and blood. After that time, he no longer fought with others empty-handed, and even his bones were somewhat dislocated.
It does not affect life, but it is not beautiful. I can only say one thing...
"This is a lunatic. When he gets crazy, he punches people's heads!"
After a long while, Fang Mo recovered from the horror, looked at the box in front of him, shook his head and smiled, and then divided half of the gold and silver in it.
Putting it on a piece of wrapped leather that had already been laid out, he carefully wrapped it four or five times. After making sure that it could not be seen from the outside that it was gold and silver, he pushed the box inside.
After stepping out of the big tent, he looked at the still gloomy sky, and after confirming that today would be a good day, he started to walk towards the city.
There is no need to ride a horse at all, because the military camp is not too far away from the city, and this section of the road is also very safe, otherwise, he would not be able to go on the road alone.
Especially when the money is almost wiped out, going out with half of the final assets is simply joking about the future.
When he entered the city, the guard knew him, nodded and smiled at him, called fourth brother, and didn't even collect the city entry tax.
That's right, there has been a city entry tax these years, but in fact, this money is mainly for some big businessmen, but now the whole big man is short of money, and he is constantly using troops to drag the foundation of the entire Han Dynasty. There is no way, many prefects just Can be so "income-generating".
But the current tax is collected upon entering the door, but some big businessmen, on the contrary, don't continue to collect it much.
Completely reversed, suppressing the bottom, at the same time granting certain privileges to the middle and upper classes, and blocking the bottom road, if such an empire does not collapse, what kind of empire will collapse?
"Okay, so are you."
Although he didn't have a good impression of these bullying people, but in order to save a copper coin, and for the sake of reputation, he still had to nod.
What is the situation of the big man now?
It is common for the upper to oppress the lower, especially for the clans that are almost like warlords in various places.
While they were suppressing the people below, the other party could only endure it forcefully, and they couldn't even fart, unless it was a rebellion.
These things will not appear on the surface.
On the other hand, if there is a higher-level suppression of the big bosses of these clans, or to open a way for the bottom-level people, they will immediately be said to be "not following the people's will", "disregarding the life and death of the people", "cruel and inhumane" "…Etc., etc.
Although the four brothers have no official status, they have been regarded as upper-middle-class people because of their bravery and outstanding achievements in fighting the Yellow Turbans.
If such "lower class people" are suppressed, their reputation will definitely be bad.
Fang Mo, carrying a burden on his back, hurried to the home of the craftsman who had already agreed, but because Liu Bei couldn't afford it now, he had to temporarily take stocking measures.
"Old man Zhang, come out." Fang Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead, stepped into the old man's house, and took out a sweat-soaked blueprint from his body, and put it on the stone table.
The old man Zhang was shirtless, a little sleepy, but after seeing him, he seemed to regain his energy immediately, and trotted over: "How is Mr. Ming?"
"Okay, big brother is very good. This is a blueprint. Later, you can find a stone and make it as soon as possible. If you can make it today, I will want it today!"
When he was talking, he was a little out of breath, and asked instead: "Is there any water? Give me some water to drink, my throat is almost smoking."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Old man Zhang hurried back to the house and took a gourd ladle, which was clear and rippling with water.
Eat melons in July and break pots in August. The gourd is a traditional Chinese utensil. There were traces of it as early as seven to eight thousand years ago, and of course it has been used all the time.
goo go go go...
After drinking two sips of water, he finally recovered a bit, pointed to the blueprint and said, "Look at it first, and make it as soon as possible. This is related to many things."
After taking the gourd scoop, the old man Zhang began to look at it seriously. He just raised his head to ask how to make it, but suddenly found that Fang Mo had disappeared.
He shook his head, smiled wryly, and then made a small tentative move, and then he didn't move again.
The stone drawn on it is really too big, he can't do it alone, he must get help to set up this thing and make it at the same time.
"Old man Zhang should be able to make the oblique stone mill in the eighth district. This is not too difficult to craft, but it is just a lack of time accumulation."
Fang Mo muttered to himself, after all, even if he didn't change, the stone mill in the fourth district can already do a lot of things, and with two or three hundred years of development, it will be fully formed in the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
He just speeds up the process.
While thinking about this, he came to a grain store.
This kind of store was very common in ancient times, and basically anyone with a little ability could open it, but the big grain stores were basically under the control of the high-level, or controlled by some big families.
At the door, there were a few people sitting there, staring blankly at the sky, saw him passing by, regained some sanity, and then stretched out their hands to beg him.
People will always live stubbornly and intelligently, no matter what time it is.
Just like the few people in front of the gate, being able to use the grain gate as a place to beg for themselves already shows that they are not stupid, but as long as someone shows kindness when they come out, they can survive.
A few grains of rice, combined with something you haven't heard of, can always make a big pot of food... Although, maybe pigs don't like this stuff.
Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.
Fang Mo is still very convinced of this sentence, so he didn't just throw away the money on his body just because a few people were pitiful. Such a thing can't be done casually.
First of all, he himself is a poor man, and secondly... all beggars in the future know how to form gangs, so don't they understand this in ancient times?No, they acted more directly and more brutally.
They can easily tell who has how much money.