Looking at the way Qi Jun swallowed saliva in front of him, Tian Jian smiled lightly.

Accepting this group of soldiers can't just rely on their mouths and sticks, but they still have to give some sweetness when necessary.

However, Tian Jian's heart was full of difficulties, and the materials allocated by Tian Fazhang were only 10,000. Although Tian Jian only has 7,500 people here, Tian Jian wants to train this group of people to the physique of the People's Liberation Army in later generations, and at the very least, to reach the level of Wei Wushu.

One of the most important is money, and it is easy to do things with money. In order to train this group of mostly malnourished recruits to the point that they are fat and strong, and daily meat and food are indispensable, it is estimated that 7,000 soldiers can eat 30,000 people.

There are also replacement weapons, armor, horses, each of these things is worth a lot of money, most of the current weapons are bronze Ge, swords, these weapons Tian Jian is not eye-catching, he wants to make iron weapons, like the ring head knife of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

As for the armor, it is mostly stone armor, wooden armor, leather armor, wooden armor, leather armor is too thin, stone armor is too heavy.

Horses are more precious, a horse costs about fifty gold, strong horses, good horses are more expensive in comparison.

One word "money", you can't do anything without money, and he Tian Jian is all over his body, counting all the money in the prince's mansion, but he only has 3,000 gold.

What can 3,000 gold do, it is very intuitive, 7,000 people eat about 100 gold per person a day, and if it is converted, it can only last for a month.

Then he won't eat up and down the prince's mansion, and those commanders and subordinates of the prince's mansion will not be rewarded, and they will be distributed.

In this way, Tian Jian can last for a maximum of twenty days.

Twenty days later, if Tian Jian doesn't have any money in his account, then he will be bankrupt!

As soon as the cannon goes off, ten thousand taels of gold!

Although there are no cannons now, Tian Jian can't take the money that people eat and chew!

Armor, weapons, and horses can be pushed back, but Tian Jian still has to earn some money.

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At midnight, a bright moon outside the window sprinkled a faint moonlight.

The cold moonlight shone on Tian Jian's skin, and in the bathtub, he gently sprinkled soft water on his face, and the warm splash soaked his dry face.

The wet hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and from time to time a drop of white dew dripped into the water, ticking!

Tian Jian casually put his arms on the corners of the bathtub, and his slightly closed eyes revealed a glimmer of light.

"Xiao Ai, who are the ministers with whom I have the closest relationship?" Tian Jian asked casually in a relaxed tone.

"Your Highness, there are only your uncle and a few royal lords." Xiao Ai said softly, although she was a little confused, she didn't dare to refuse Tian Jian's question.

"I'll change my clothes." Tian Jian stood up, and the water droplets on his body slid down.

"Yes, Your Highness." Xiao Ai lowered his head, walked to Tian Jian's side, and carefully wiped the water droplets on Tian Jian's body with the white silk in his hand.

……

The white Confucian robe was worn casually on Tian Jian's body, the tips of his wet hair dripped a trace of white water from time to time, and his half-draped hair was restrained casually by a pale green jade flute.

"Let's go, follow me to Anping Jun's house." Tian Jian said lightly.

"An Pingjun?" Xiao Ai's heart flashed with doubts, An Pingjun has gone out to command the army, His Royal Highness has never had anything to do with An Pingjun, what did he suddenly come to An Pingjun's house?

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Tian Jian knelt in the carriage, his eyes slightly closed, and he kept thinking about things in his heart, what should he say?

With the shout of the driver, the men and horses guarding Tian Jian also fell in unison, and the sound of neat footsteps was particularly eye-catching in the empty street.

Tian Jian opened his closed eyes, gently opened the reed curtain of the carriage with his right hand, and got out of the carriage with Xiao Ai's support.

"Call the door, remember to be polite!" Tian Jian said to one of the guards beside him.

"Yes, Your Highness." The guard replied.

Then he walked over to the painted dark door and pulled up the clasp, which formed a rhythmic sound of urgency as the clasp collided with the metal.

"Pounding ......"

"Who!" The gatekeeper asked.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince worships the door." The guard replied.

"Wait a minute." Jia Ding replied.

Suddenly, chickens and dogs began to jump in Tiandan Fuzhong, the noise continued, and the lights were bright, like daytime.

"Zilala!" With the opening of the gates.

An old woman in her fifties, dressed plainly, came out with a few young men.

They are neatly arranged in a conical shape.

"The old woman Tian Jia pays a visit to His Royal Highness the Prince!" Tian Jiashi clasped his hands and leaned over to bow.

With Tian Jia's worship, the people behind him also bowed up.

Tian Jian returned the salute with a smile on his face, and said, "Jian pays a visit to Mrs. An Pingjun, and I hope that Mrs. will not be disturbed by the palace." ”

"Your Highness is polite, the old family is a vassal, Your Highness doesn't need to be polite." Tian Jia was flattered and hurriedly replied.

Also, Tian Fazhang has always been suspicious of Tian Dan, and it is better to know Mink Bo's advice, but Tian Dan also understands in his heart that he has always been afraid and cowered, including his family, which has always been the same, and it is not okay to be low-key.

"Madame doesn't need to worry, this palace is here to ask An Pingjun for help." Tian Jian kept smiling, not impatient or impatient, and his tone was soft.

After speaking, Tian Jian clapped his hands.

A guard came to the front and shouted, "The prince has a pair of jade bibs, a jade bucket, and ten silk horses to come to meet An Pingjun." ”

Tian Jia was a little surprised, and said uncertainly: "Husband, he has already led the troops to the battle, what does His Highness mean by this?" ”

"Madame, this palace understands, why don't we wait for a detailed discussion." Tian Jiandao.

"Your Highness, please." Tian Jia half-bent down, and everyone immediately got out of the way.

Tian Jian led the guards in.

As soon as he entered Tianfu, Tian Jianjian was stunned.

This mansion is not inferior to his own East Palace, especially if it is even more so.

Everywhere the palace pavilions, rockery courtyards, not only magnificent, but also fine.

However, Tian Jian's focus is not here, but a glimpse of the corner.

The apricot-yellow clothes passed away quietly, but Tian Jian saw it clearly.

A beautiful face is not enough to express any modifiers, contempt the aunt to shoot the goddess, do not eat the fireworks of the world!

Tian Jian's heart fluttered, but he didn't dare to step forward to ask, and asked the female relatives of the family without authorization, and at night, this was a faux pas, and the focus of tonight was not here.

Tian Jiashi saw that Tian Jian was interested in this mansion, and hurriedly explained: "Your Highness, this mansion was given to the old husband by the king when he recovered Linzi, and this mansion was still owned by Meng Weijun twenty years ago. ”

"Meng Weijun's!" Tian Jian nodded, unwilling to talk more about this matter.

Jia Yi said in "On the Passage of Qin": At this time, Qi has Meng Wei, Zhao has Pingyuan, Chu has Chunshen, and Wei has Xinling. These four monarchs are all wise and faithful, generous and loving, virtuous and respectful, about to be separated from Heng, and Han, Wei, Yan, Chu, Qi, Zhao, Song, Wei, and Zhongshan.

Meng Weijun has 3,000 diners, and the wind of raising a scholar started with him, and later Zhao Sheng, the king of Pingyuan, Wei Wuji, the king of Xinling, and Huang Xie of Chunshenjun, sent Meng Weijun a generation.