"I heard that the King of Qin's respect for Ma Fujun has exceeded that of the veterans who fought for him for decades, such as Wang Yan, Meng Ao, Bai Qi, etc., who were defeated by the King of Qin. Therefore, I expected that they were disgusted with Ma Fujun. Now that the King of Qin is fully committed to promoting Ma Fujun, the military theories of Ma Fujun will cause dissatisfaction and secretly resist. This is why Qin has been repeatedly repelled by us."

"Although Ma Fujun has a reputation of benevolence and righteousness, he is too young and the way he proposed to fight is not the best. The Qin army is anxious to imitate, and there will be no good results. Please rest assured that we can defeat the Qin people in this battle!"

Jing Yang sat in the upper position, looking at the many generals sitting on his left and right. There were more than a hundred generals sitting on his left and right. The generals sitting at the end even needed people in front of them to tell them what the general was saying. The organization of the Chu army was a bit chaotic, and there were many generals who commanded the army. This was also impossible. Jing Yang seriously analyzed the situation of the Qin people for everyone, and was still constantly belittled in his words, hoping to inspire the morale of the army.

"I heard that Meng Ao was seriously ill. Now is the best time to pursue. Is that general willing to serve as a vanguard to get the great achievements of killing Meng Ao?" Jing Yang asked. When he heard Jing Yang's inquiry, several generals stood up immediately. Jing Yang clapped his hands proudly and shouted: "Great, generals! I will drive for those who can obtain Meng Ao's head!"

Everyone laughed, but Xiang Xian looked a little depressed. However, Jing Yang was increasingly disliked him. Even his seat was at the end. Jing Yang didn't want to listen to him at all. Fortunately, Xiang Xian still had friends among these generals. A general sitting in front stood up. Thinking of Xiang Xian's begging yesterday, he spoke to Jing Yang: "General, Ma Fujun relied on his way to fight and defeated Bai Qi. We cannot underestimate it."

Jingyang laughed again, shook his head, and said, "I have seen his military strategy. It is all about what kind of military strategy that is the only one that is suitable for him. Others cannot learn it. You don't have to worry about how the Qin people are cruel. How could they become a benevolent and righteous? Ma Fujun's book is not worth mentioning!!" After hearing Jing Yang say this, the general had to sit down.

Jingyang soon let everyone leave, leaving Xiang Xian.

Xiang Xian frowned and looked at Jing Yang in front of him. Just as he was about to speak, Jing Yang stopped him. Jing Yang was not as proud as he had just now. He frowned and said seriously: "Among all the generals, you are the most cautious. Please stay here. I will leave you 50,000 elite troops. If the main army encounters an unexpected accident, you can rescue or retreat to Chendu. No matter what, don't let the Qin people threaten Chendu."

Xiang Xian was stunned, raised his head and looked at Jingyang. Jingyang said again: "Don't tell others about the fierceness of the Qin people, nor do you think of Ma Fujun's military tactics. Tell them that the Qin people will definitely fail and we will definitely win... Do you understand? If we don't even have the confidence to defeat the Qin people, how dare the soldiers fight with the Qin people?"

Jing Yang waved his hand and asked Xiang to leave first.

When Xiang Xian left, Jingyang looked around and confirmed that there was no one. Then he secretly took out a bamboo slip from the desk and skillfully opened it. "Han Fei asked about the battle, and the master said: "They will be with you... and treat the soldiers as if they are sincere... and the soldiers will not fear death... Therefore, it is better to fight for those who fight for those who fight for the people than to fight for those who fight for those who fight for those who fight for those who fight for those who fight for those who fight for those who fight for those who fight for those who fight carefully. Jingyang looked at it seriously and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's so good... It's a pity, it's a pity."

Unfortunately, these methods cannot be used in Chu State. The sources of the soldiers in Chu State are chaotic and there is no way to give the pensions... Chu State does not have enough officials to tell the soldiers why they should fight, and Chu State has no way to pave the way quickly and rely on chariots and horses to advance on a large scale... Chu State has no way to set up post houses everywhere like Qin State, and use powerful information transmission capabilities to fight the grassroots control capabilities...

Jing Yang sighed, took the bamboo slips, groped in his hands with his sword, staring at the sword and came out of the gods. The Chu State had only a drunk general, and 200,000 young people who were willing to follow him...

Soon, all the scouts he sent to the surroundings came back, and no trace of the Qin people was found around him. Jing Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was not a trap for the Qin people. Although he was useless to belittle the Qin people, in his heart, he never dared to underestimate his enemies. In the battles over these days, he was able to gain an advantage because of the sacrifice of the Chu people. The Chu State paid a price far exceeding the Qin people, and then repelled the Qin people.

Now, the number of Qin people reduced by about 30,000, but Chu people... Alas, Jing Yang sighed, and soon, he put away the frustrated expression on his face. As the commander of the general, he must be the bravest and least afraid of the Qin people.

"Order the entire army to set out and advance to the city of Chu Fangcheng!"

"Avenge revenge, it's at this moment!"

.........

Zhao Kuo has returned to his hometown. No matter how sad or sad Zhao Kuo is, he can always become very happy when he returns to the horse suit. There are some people he cares about the most here. The people in the horse suit come to welcome the horse suit enthusiastically, and the guests hug each other happily, and everything is so beautiful. Here, it seems that all the worries will disappear.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Zhao Kuo walked into his own courtyard. Zhao's mother was very happy and walked up tremblingly, her eyes were red, and the whole horse suit became lively at that moment. Everyone was smiling. Zhao's mother asked her to slaughter livestock. When Zhao Kuo was not in the horse suit, Zhao's mother often slaughtered livestock to entertain the villagers of the horse suit or help passers-by. These people who have received favors are all those who can die for Zhao Kuo.

Ming gained a little weight, and he could be said to be responsible for Ma Fujun's property. Looking at the fat and white Mu Ziming, Ge sneered and said, "I thought it was Dong Chengzi who came to greet us!" Di's wife gave birth to a daughter for him. When Di accompanied Zhao Kuo away, his wife was pregnant. At this moment, she was holding her daughter. Di couldn't speak, but just smiled, and started crying again. Amid the ridicule of everyone, he hugged his daughter tightly and showed a wry smile for the first time.

Everyone was drunk while eating meat. Even Li Yu played with Zhao Fu. What everyone didn't expect was that Li Yu, who looked thin, was actually a good player for Jiaoji. He pressed Zhao Fu under him many times. The tall Zhao Fu felt humiliated and vowed that he would never play Jiaoji again in his life. Zhao Fu brought me luck, but fortunately he was no longer as cold as before, so he would laugh, but he just smiled a little ugly.

Zhao Kuo sat in the upper position, holding Zhao Zheng in his arms, watching Li Yu pressing Xing, swinging his fist to hit him on the head, Xing screamed.

"Father~~Father~~", Zhao Zheng sat in Zhao Kuo's arms, and his little hands pulled Zhao Kuo's short beard hard, shouting. Everyone exclaimed that this child was really smart. Zhao Kuo was so sharp that he was grinning and hurriedly handed him to Han Fei. Han Fei looked at the little guy in his arms cutely. Han Fei was still young and had no beard. The little guy touched his clean chin and started crying. He still stepped forward and took him.

Ge had a long beard on his face, and the little guy happily started playing with his beard. Ge didn't care, but just laughed.

Fortunately, he was unwilling to give up and quickly pulled Di away. Di was the first corner of Zhao Kuo's command. Di originally wanted to accompany his daughter, but he had no intention of playing with him. But when he heard about Li Yu's record, he came over. Soon, Li Yu was carried by him and threw him on the ground. Di looked at everyone disdainfully, accepted everyone's praise, and once again defended his reputation as the number one warrior of the Zhao family. However, the number one warrior was quickly pulled back into the house by his wife's ears.

Xun smiled and said: It seems that Di’s wife is the number one warrior in the Zhao family.

Zhao Kuo's disciples were originally a little restrained in front of the teacher, but when they saw that the teacher had left in person and played with Li Yu, they let go. Zhao Kuo did not treat them seriously. They were more like his friends by Zhao Kuo. So his disciples also joined in. These noble disciples played with Zhao Kuo and other disciples from the bottom.

They also taught the disciples several aristocratic ways to play, including arrow throwing pots, wooden sword fighting, etc. Zhao Kuo simply found a rope and taught them a game called tug-of-war. Those who were a little older, like Ge, could only sit in the distance and smiled and watched everyone play. He looked at Zhao Kuo as if he had become the aristocratic disciple of the past, following everyone without any worries.

The hemp rope broke, Zhao Kuo flew out, sat on the ground, laughing.

People from different backgrounds and people from different countries all had a lot of fun. Yang Duan of Qin and Qu Yuewei of Chu were fighting against the two of Xiang and Wang Fan. At this moment, they seemed to have forgotten that their country was fighting and that their blood hatred between them. They forgot everything... The meat on this day was delicious, the wine was sweet, and the villagers were also attracted by the lively atmosphere and surrounded them.

Zhao Kuo didn't care about the identity of these villagers, so he asked them to come in, let them enjoy meat, and took out wine to organize them to tug of war. The whole horse uniform seemed to be celebrating some festival, full of joy. Even Du, who couldn't see the things clearly, was also grinning. He hadn't heard so many laughs for a long time. Ping Gong wanted to hug Zhao Zheng, but Ge refused. The two of them quarreled and finally decided to use the horn to decide the winner.

Zhao Kuo sat on the ground without any etiquette, holding his hands on the ground, looking at the joyful atmosphere in front of him, he smiled foolishly.

Zhao Kuo had eaten a lot of meat and drank a lot of wine in his life. Whether in the past or in the future, he had never eaten such delicious meat again, nor had he seen such sweet wine.

.........

The next day, Zhao Kuo was sleeping and vaguely felt something pinching his face. Zhao Kuo woke up suddenly, but saw the little guy sitting on his chest. He bent over and pinched his face with both hands. Seeing Zhao Kuo wake up, the little guy laughed and shouted, "Father! Father!" Zhao Kuo hugged the little guy with both hands, sat up, raised the little guy, and kissed him hard on the face.

Zhao Kuo put the little guy on the ground and saw the little guy waving his hands, shaking his body drunk, and then walked out of the inner room. Zhao Kuo got up. As soon as he walked out of the inner room, he saw Zhao's mother scolding the little guy, "Your father slept so late yesterday! You went to wake him up so early!" The little guy looked at Zhao's mother blankly, just smiled, clapped his hands and shouted, "Big Mother! Big Mother! Oh?"

Zhao Kuo smiled and said, "What can he know..."

"He is smart and knows everything!" said Zhao's mother, and then patted the little guy's body. The Emperor of the Ages is indeed very smart. He was less than two years old and could walk. However, this made Zhao's mother suffer because he was running around all day long as he didn't know how to work. She just stayed busy for a while and found that he was missing. He was not afraid of being alive. He often slipped out of the door and was in the horse suit. The villagers in the horse suit also knew this horse suit.

Therefore, when Ma Fuzi came back, he always held a full meal and smiled foolishly, giving it to Zhao's mother like a treasure.

Zhao Kuo had just washed his face and was about to eat when he saw Li Yu and Ming walking in. Zhao Kuo smiled and asked them to sit in front of him. Li Yu sat down and reminded him: "Ma Fujun, please don't forget, Shangjun wants you to pay homage to him..." Zhao Kuo patted his forehead. He really forgot what Li Yu didn't say. He said: "Then go to Handan after you finish eating!"

"By the way, I'll visit my friend again..." Zhao Kuo said, and Ming said again: "The head of the family, you have not specified the detailed collection of fu for the fief given by the Lord... I dare not collect it at will... You see..." Zhao Kuo raised his head. In Zhao State, tax refers to the food, goods, etc. that the people should give, but fu is different. fu is temporary conscript. For example, if Zhao State is going to fight, and there is not enough food, what should I do? Collection of fu is usually war materials, so this word is composed of a Bei and a Wulai.

However, for a noble like Ma Fujun, it has a different meaning. The taxes in Ma Fujun's fief are paid to the king, but the local area also has to offer taxes to support the fief of Zhao Kuo. If Zhao Kuo is willing, he can even recruit taxes many times to support his disciples, private soldiers, etc. In the past, nobles could collect taxes directly, but later, reforms were carried out in various places, beginning to weaken the nobles and dismiss their private soldiers, and the tax became taxes.

"The fu for the past few years..."

"I have recorded it all, so I will stock it up in the mansion..." Ming said seriously, and was about to take out the bamboo slips. Zhao Kuo shook his head and said, "Don't show it to me. I trust you. Please leave enough food for us and send the rest back to the local area... The tax was unreasonable, how could I ask them for more food?"

"But...if you send it back, what rewards will be given to guests in the future...and...."

"Not hindrance..." Zhao Kuo said with a smile, and Li Yu on the side laughed and said, "If you can't support us, we will go to Dong Chengzi. It is said that the meat in his mansion is very sufficient! You can eat three meals a day!"

ps: I accidentally met a reader who said he liked my book very much, but there were a lot of typos. I quickly admitted my mistake and told him that I had been modifying it, and there were not too many typos, but he didn't believe it. He said there were a lot of typos and the reading experience was very poor. As he said that, he opened the stolen website on his mobile phone...
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