Zhu Jingxue’s so-called guarantee letter has not been written by one hundred or eighty copies. She has been familiar with it for a long time. As long as she commits it in the palace, she must write a guarantee letter to her mother and admits it and sent it. What is it like to write one more copy now?

Seeing that Zhu Ciying carefully put the guarantee letter away, Zhu Jingxue curled her lips and said, "Hey, now you can say it. Where are you planning to get troops from? Don't tell me that you are transferring troops from Liaodong."

Zhu Ciying said, "Come on, you really dare to think about it! Tunnel troops from Liaodong, let alone explain the questions you should explain to your father and the Governor's Office of the Five Army. This time alone cannot be delayed.

Before you came, we had already summoned seven thousand soldiers. Now that you are here, it would be better. We can probably make up more than 10,000 troops."

Zhu Jingxue said: "We didn't bring our troops here, and there was nothing else except the factory guards who accompanied us. As for those factory guards in secret, we couldn't mobilize them. Except for the orders from the father and the Jinyiwei, they wouldn't pay attention to us."

Zhu Ciying sneered: "Go back to the factory guard! You really dare to think about it!"

Seeing that Zhu Jingxue's face became gloomy again, Zhu Ciying quickly explained: "The third brother! The third brother is the prince. He can temporarily recruit a guard battalion. The strength of more than 3,000 people plus the seven thousand soldiers we have recruited before will be more than 10,000, which must be enough."

Zhu Jingxue said in a little confusedly: "Is there a little less ten thousand soldiers? When we are in the palace, we can always hear hundreds of thousands of soldiers and even millions of troops. How big a storm can these ten thousand soldiers and horses be placed in Mughals?"

Zhu Cixuan walked to the front of the table in the hall, stretched out his finger and gestured, "This is Mughal, not the Ming Dynasty."

It is naturally impossible to cause any storm when it is placed in the Ming Dynasty. It is estimated that it is not very useful to place it on Xinming Island. However, in Mughals, more than 10,000 people are enough.

Of course, it is impossible to kill Mughal completely, but there is no problem in turning Mughals upside down!"

Zhu Cilang also said, "Sister, you don't know. This is how the barbarians are. There are more and less people, and there is basically no big difference. Brother Wang and I were in Penglai before, which was so exciting."

Seeing that it was a critical moment, Zhu Cilang kept silent again. Zhu Jingxue suddenly became anxious: "Why is it exciting? Tell me quickly, I'm so curious."

Suddenly, he felt a little itchy on his back. Zhu Cixuan, who had been holding back his hands and not reaching out to scratch, then said, "When Brother Wang and I arrived in Penglai, Zhang Kewang, who was stationed in the army, disappeared.

Later, we didn't know until we went there that this guy had brought the troops of a garrison and almost swept across Penglai, building all the barbarians there.

Now we have more than 10,000 troops here, basically two guards. Even if the combat power is not as good as those combat readiness guards, it must be similar to those reserve guards, right?

We have so many troops now, as long as the barbarians don’t send out more than 30,000 troops to come, it will probably be a even situation.”

Seeing that Zhu Cilang and Zhu Cilang were so confident, Zhu Jingxue stopped saying anything and simply asked Xiao Taozi to clean up a room.

After Xiao Taozi returned that the house was cleaned up, Zhu Jingxue glanced at Zhu Ciyi: "Three, what are you doing now? Should I go out for a walk with my sister, or follow you two brothers?"

Zhu Ciyi laughed and said, "I don't understand the recruitment matters. Just let the two brothers go and arrange it. I'd better go out for a walk with my sister."

Zhu Jingxue nodded, pointed to Zhu Ciyi's clothes and said, "Go and change your regular clothes. Who can't guess your identity when you go out with your python robe?"

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Walking on the streets where shops and pedestrians were everywhere, Zhu Jingxue said: "This place is no different from the Ming Dynasty. It is still the same familiar face, or the Ming Dynasty's official words. What about the barbarians? There are not as many barbarians in the capital yet!"

Zhu Ciyi said: "Sister, this is now my land for the Ming Dynasty. My father immigrated to the people who came to the border. He must have chosen the people of the Ming Dynasty. How could he choose those barbarians to come to the border?"

Zhu Jingxue asked Xiao Taozi to buy two snacks, handed them to Zhu Ciyi one, and said, "You can try it first if it's delicious. This thing hasn't been seen in the Ming Dynasty."

Looking at the strange food in his hand, Zhu Ciyi said, "Sister, why don't you try it first?"

The beautiful eyebrows stood up, and Zhu Jingxue said, "If you want to taste it, you can taste it! If it tastes good, I will naturally eat it too. If it is not delicious, these two servings are yours!"

Zhu Ciyi said with a bitter face: "Sister, am I your brother?"

After chuckling badly, Zhu Jingxue said, "Of course you are my most kissed brother."

Zhu Ciyi said: "Have you ever told you to love your younger brother?"

Zhu Jingxue nodded and said, "Of course, my mother nagged us every day, and we should respect our elder brothers and love our younger brothers. Brothers are united and their strengths are cut off. I don't know how many times I have heard these words!"

"Then you still cheat me?" After asking back, Zhu Ciyi continued: "Sister, you just throw it away if you don't have any food, why do you do for me?"

Zhu Jingxue shook her head and said, "It is natural that it is not possible to throw it away. My father said that eating food is the most afraid of wasting. There are still many people in this world who can't eat or can't have a good meal.

Now we waste some of it, and the food that can reach the people's mouths is less, and there is probably someone who will go hungry because of our waste. So, in order not to waste, you will naturally have to eat it all!"

Zhu Ciyi tasted the snack in his hand with a bitter face, and suddenly grinned and said, "It tastes good, sister can try it."

He looked at Zhu Ciyi with half belief and half doubt. Zhu Jingxue suddenly handed over the snack in his hand: "Since it's good, then you can eat it all. My sister loves you so much, don't forget your sister's goodness!"

After reaching out to take it, Zhu Ciyi handed it to the little Taozi beside Zhu Jingxue: "Sister Taozi, I treat you to eat!"

Xiao Taozi had no choice but to take it, and said, "I thank Your Highness for the reward!"

Seeing that Zhu Ciyi handed the part in his hand to the guards he carried with him, Zhu Jingxue snorted coldly, no longer caring about Zhu Ciyi who was pretending to be stupid and cute, but took the lead in walking forward.

After walking forward for a while, Zhu Ciyi suddenly pulled Zhu Jingxue's sleeve, reached out and pointed forward, and whispered: "Sister, what's there?"

Zhu Jingxue's eyes looked in the direction of Zhu Ciyi's fingers, but saw a group of people not far away. Although there were many people, the order was not chaotic under the maintenance of a group of yamen runners.

A flag stood behind the crowd, a piece of cloth hung on it, and two big characters were written on it, and behind it was a group of people who were registering. Behind several people, a county magistrate dressed as a man was constantly wiping the sweat on his forehead.

Zhu Jingxue said in confusion: "What's wrong? Isn't this the recruitment?"

Zhu Ciyi said: "Have you not heard from my future brother-in-law that the Ming Dynasty will only be held at the end of August and early September? It is November, and the recruitment is actually started here?

Also, look at the county magistrate behind. Although he couldn't see what his face looked like, he kept raising his hands to wipe his sweat. He thought he couldn't see where he looked like he looked like he was."

Zhu Jingxue exclaimed, "I have never heard of this before. My father has never told me, and the unscrupulous person will not tell me this.

However, will the elder brother’s men be recruiting soldiers in front of us? If so, the elder brother’s speed is too fast. If we come out, they will start recruiting soldiers in the back?"

Zhu Ciyi said: "I don't know. No matter what, the local county magistrate is here, so there is probably no big problem."

As they spoke, the two of them walked forward and slowly approached the crowd, pricking their ears and sounding that the crowd next to them were talking about.

"Didn't it be said yesterday afternoon that the recruitment was over? Why did three thousand places suddenly appear?"

"I don't know, but with more than 3,000 places, our chances of choosing will be greater. It's better than not being able to catch up, right?"

The man who spoke at first suddenly said, "It's interesting to say that we didn't want to be a soldier in the Ming Dynasty. Now we have a chance when we come to Assam. However, the emperor always wants to occupy the land of the whole world, but what's the use of occupying these lands?"

Zhu Ciyi suddenly spoke, "You dare to ask this uncle, do you have any land?"

The man said, "Of course there are, and the government allocated the land early."

Zhu Ciyi continued, "Then does your son have land?"

The man said again: "When I had an order today, how could I get a 100-acre Yongye land per person? If I had a son, I would naturally have a 100-acre Yongye land."

Zhu Ciyi nodded and continued, "If your son gave birth to a son again, will there be land? Is this Assam's land still enough?"

When Zhu Ciyi asked a word, the man suddenly felt a little worried: "The Ming Dynasty is rich in all over the world and has countless lands, so it is naturally enough to share!"

With a hey voice, Zhu Ciyi sneered: "What about after your grandson gave birth to a son? In another hundred and ten years, the people of the Ming Dynasty will be countless times more than they are now. Where can I find the land at that time?"

The man said, "I will die anyway. Once I die, the Yongyetian will be taken back by the government. Isn't it enough to distribute it again at that time?"

Besides, whether this land is enough or not is still something that the emperor has to worry about, so what does it have to do with me, the little people?"

Zhu Ciyi shook his head and then asked, "Why would you dare to ask uncle, why are you here to be this soldier?"'

Although the man didn't understand why Zhu Ciyi shook his head, Zhu Ciyi was very kind and could not have a problem on the spot. He yelled and said, "Isn't it natural to be a soldier to eat food? No one wanted to be a soldier before because he couldn't eat enough. Now, not only did he eat enough, but he also had money and subsidies, plus various preferential treatments, so naturally everyone wanted to be a soldier."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ciyi stopped arguing with the man. After bowing and thanking the man, he pulled Zhu Jingxue's sleeve and walked to the side.

Zhu Jingxue asked curiously: "Why are you leaving?"

Zhu Ciyi said: "Is there any benefit to defending him? If you win, it's just that you win a fool. If you lose, it's even worse than a fool."

As he was walking forward a few steps, Zhu Ciyi suddenly stopped and said to Zhu Jingxue: "Sister, what are you talking about?"

Zhu Jingxue, who also stopped, heard a person beside him say, "Our ancestors are fighting against the emperor of Tang. Now we are fighting against the emperor of Ming, so this is fate!"

Another man with a beard said, "It's a big difference, a big difference. The ancestors of the Tang Emperor's rebellion for the Tang Emperor were just serving as soldiers to eat food. Even if there was the Lingyan Pavilion, how could everyone enter?

We are fighting against the rebellious ministers for the Ming Emperor, but we are breathing a sigh of relief for the Han families who are wandering outside. Everyone has a share in the Martyrs' Temple, so why is it the same?"

The man who spoke earlier said, "It's right. When the Tang Dynasty was strong, our ancestors were rampant here. When the Tang Dynasty fell, our ancestors were angry here and were careful to survive.

Now the Central Plains has changed to the Ming Dynasty, which is even stronger than the Tang Dynasty. Our status here is very different from before. From this point of view, whether the Central Plains is strong is really related to the survival of our overseas people.

Since the emperor wants this Mughal, then we should be this soldier and defeat this Mughal for the emperor. Even if we are on the battlefield, we can still enjoy blood and earn countless land for future generations. This is a great merit!”

The bearded man sneered: "What are the merits of the world? What do you think of those who have nothing? Be a good soldier and kill the enemy and take countless land for the emperor. Is it to support those overseas people like us and do the merits of birds?"

Although this man's words were rough, the reason was correct. Zhu Jingxue and Zhu Ciyi couldn't help it for a moment and burst into laughter.

The bearded man was about to swear, but when he saw Zhu Jingxue and Zhu Ciyi's dress, he swallowed the words he said.

These two young children, regardless of their demeanor or dressing, are obviously only available to those rich families. When they speak up at this time, they will inevitably cause some trouble for themselves.

Seeing the man's face full of resentment, Zhu Ciyi bowed and said, "Boy is unscrupulous. Hearing what the two uncles said, I couldn't help listening for a while. Is it because the boy is rude, and I hope you forgive me?"

The two of them suddenly became a little at a loss, and the bearded man was even more busy and replied: "But you can't be the tribute of a little official!"

After bowing to avoid the two men's ceremonial actions, Zhu Ciyi continued to ask: "I just heard from the uncle about the overseas people, but it seems that overseas people will be angry?"

The man who spoke before said, "The little officials don't know anything. Like when the Tang Dynasty was over, no one dared to provoke the people of overseas. Those vassal states just wished they could bring the people of the Ming Dynasty to heaven. Even their governments dared not ask about the affairs of the people of the Ming Dynasty.

Later, when the Tang Dynasty fell, the barbarians wanted to kill all of us overseas survivors. Who had seen us directly? After all, it was their own country who would truly treat their people!
Chapter completed!