Lu Zhuo nodded hurriedly, "If it weren't for Mr. Zuo's reminder, Zhuo would have almost missed a major event." ”

Lu Zhuo immediately instructed Zhuge Jin, "Ziyu, quickly let people build a recruitment hall, remember, don't be afraid of spending money, whether it is site selection or groundbreaking, you will personally supervise this matter." ”

"No"

Seeing that Lu Zhuo's expression was so serious, Zhuge Jin didn't dare to slack off, and immediately agreed, and hurriedly went to Zhang Luo.

Zhang Zhao smiled and didn't say anything, but nodded frequently, Lu Zhuo's vigorous and resolute momentum made him appreciate it very much, no matter what happened, once decided, he would never drag his feet.

Because Zhang Zhao still had to deal with important internal affairs, he was busy with everything, so he only sat for a while before leaving.

Lu Zhuo personally designed the sketch of the Zhaoxian Pavilion, although he didn't understand the architectural design, but after all, he had nearly two thousand years of 'experience' in his head, and the advantage of the traverser was that he was 'well-informed', not to mention, he only needed to sketch out his ideas simply, and naturally someone would help redraw them.

The so-called recruitment hall is similar to the talent recruitment fair of later generations.

Of course, the recruitment of talents in ancient times was too restrictive, only for talents who were good at civil and military affairs, or they were brilliant, had scales in their abdomen, had splendid minds, knew how to govern the country and the country, and were the most poor, but they could also write and calculate, and they could be a small official; Either the bow horse is proficient, the ability is outstanding, the horse can kill the enemy, the horse can be subdued by the tiger, no matter how bad, the body is strong, can be a strong pawn.

In short, either literary or martial, at least, there is some expertise.

And Lu Zhuo is not only for talents who know literature and martial arts, he divides the recruitment hall into two floors, the upper level is for those who are more outstanding than ordinary people in civil and military affairs, and the lower layer, but where there is a skill, it is a convenient door.

Although, in the eyes of the ancients, the three religions and nine streams, the five elements and eight works, divided people into three, six, nine and so on, whether it is a businessman, or a variety of craftsmen, are despised, regarded as a lowly and shameful business.

However, as a traverser, Lu Zhuo knows that the most able to create wealth is precisely the businessman, and the ability of the craftsman cannot be ignored.

Don't you know, whether it is the construction of houses or the construction of swords and spears, which can be without them?

Although Lu Zhuo was a soldier in his previous life, he still has basic knowledge.

In addition to the merchants and craftsmen, he also attached great importance to Lang Zhong, who practiced medicine and healing, and the experience of the wounded barracks in the last battle still echoed in Lu Zhuo's mind from time to time, even if he could not recruit enough Lang Zhong, at least he had to train medical personnel who could perform simple bandaging.

As soon as there was a battle, he would throw the wounded soldiers aside and let them wait for death, such a thing would never be allowed to happen.

That is not only chilling, but also disrespectful to life.

After dealing with these important matters, Lu Zhuo then went to the camp in Xishan.

Although he became a state pastor, he didn't have to do things big and small by himself, and he could be a leisurely shopkeeper, but Lu Zhuo couldn't be idle at all, and because of dealing with trivial things, this made him feel that his time had been wasted too much, and the military camp and the battlefield were the places where he should stay.

The Xishan battalion, all of them, are all soldiers under Lu Zhuo's own command, first, he likes to fight, and he also likes to train soldiers, here, he can show his strengths, even if he squandered blood and sweat, he is willing, second, he has the soldiers under his own command in his hands, which is also a means of self-protection in troubled times.

Always hold your destiny in your own hands, no matter how trustworthy others are, they are not as trustworthy as your own fists.

In the Xishan camp, there are a total of 20,000 soldiers, and these people are either Lu Zhuo's descendants or Lu Zhuo's personal soldiers.

Now, Tai Shi Ci and Guan Hai are in charge, and the soldiers of the entire Xuzhou are under the command of four people, each commanding 20,000 each, these four people are Lu Zhuo, Tai Shici, Guan Hai, and Chen Deng!

Zhang Zhao had privately advised Lu Zhuo that Chen Deng was not a military general, and he could take back his military power in peacetime, and he could only lead the troops to command the troops and horses in wartime, but Lu Zhuo did not accept it.

He and Tai Shici and Guan Hai are righteous brothers, if all the military power is in the hands of the three brothers, even if others don't say it, there will inevitably be complaints behind their backs.

Let Chen Deng command the troops, which can not only balance the dissatisfaction in everyone's hearts, but also allow Guan Hai Tai Shi Ci and Chen Deng to balance and clamp each other.

Otherwise, the power will be monopolized, and the military power will also be occupied by the three brothers, and someone will definitely put the hat of nepotism on Lu Zhuo's head.

As a superior, cronyism is a taboo, and meritocracy is the right way.

When he arrived at the barracks, Zhou Cang was training, Lu Zhuo inspected the camp again, and visited Wu Anguo, now Wu Anguo and Zhou Cang are Lu Zhuo's two deputy generals on the left and right, one of them commands the cavalry, and the other exercises the infantry.

And Lu Zhuo personally selected 500 elite soldiers and trained them personally.

After a whole day, they climbed and practiced in circles, and the tired bones of these 500 people were scattered, but even so, no one dared to complain.

Because, Lu Zhuo also joined them, did it himself, and took the lead in practicing, even if he wanted to complain, he had to swallow back the words one by one.

"Lord, why are we people different from other tribes, these days are climbing trees, climbing, riding, and running...... Lord, you should explain to everyone, what kind of soldiers are we, cavalry or infantry, scouts or archers? ”

Taking advantage of the rest, Lei Hu and several people gathered around Lu Zhuo, looking at Lu Zhuo one by one, panting from time to time, Lei Hu wondered in his heart, "We practice all day long, and we are not as hard as the lord's body, look, the same task, all of them are tired like grandsons, but the lord has nothing to do, it is really more than goods have to be thrown, and people have to die more than people." ”

Lei Hu's question is also what everyone wants to know the most, and after a while, everyone gathered around.

The grass picked up the cooked copper stick, and his eyes were round, "It's all far away, far away, there are no rules at all." ”

Sixi also deliberately touched the horizontal knife in his waist and gave everyone a sharp look.

Their Lu Zhuo's personal soldiers are specifically responsible for protecting Lu Zhuo's safety, just like the bodyguards of later generations, even if Lei Hu and these people are all Lu Zhuo's descendants, in comparison, they are one level lower than their personal soldiers.

"I know you all want to know, let me ask you, what kind of soldiers?"

Lu Zhuo stood up, glanced at everyone, and raised his voice, hoping that everyone could hear it.

"Elite soldiers? It is to be able to use one as ten, to be strong, and to be able to kill the enemy with bare hands. ”

Lei Hu didn't think about it, and blurted out.

Lu Zhuo pointed to the cliff dozens of meters behind him and asked, "Jingbing, can you climb to the top of the mountain with your bare hands?" ”