In the courtyard, the flower marks have disappeared, and Yu Mingxiao is still lying in bed all day without eating and doesn't know if he is hungry or not. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As for the little queen mother, she only had the back of her head after seeing Zhu Houzhao, and it seemed that Zhu Houzhao stripped her naked but didn't make any other moves, which hurt her heart very much.

After making a table of good dishes and eating, Zhu Houzhao saved a little more with Yuming Xiao Wen, and then rested viciously for a night, and he was not far away to do the things of Shengge every night for the time being.

Two days later, the 1,000 soldiers promised by Mo Shanlin finally appeared in front of Zhu Houzhao.

Mo Shanlin didn't lie, this time he really came with a thousand strong.

A thousand of them knew at a glance that they were good at farming, standing in front of Zhu Houzhao, their clothes were ragged, and there was still a lot of fresh soil left between their fingernails.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao deeply felt the anger belonging to the toiling masses, and everyone looked at him with undisguised anger in their eyes.

The sideways gaze, which was intertwined with fear and anger, formed an indescribably strange atmosphere under the convergence of a thousand pairs of eyes.

Sad. Wrath. Dare to be angry but dare not speak!

Zhu Houzhao understood that this group of people who were busy farming were worried about their fields and their family's food rations for next year.

A day's delay at this critical time of farming will directly affect whether you will be able to eat a full bite next year, and whether the children in the family will starve to death.

They only want to farm the land, and they never think about going into battle to kill the enemy.

"Naturally, someone will plant it for you!" Zhu Houzhao was silent for a while, and found that it was not suitable to say anything at this time, for the sake of the family, the country, the world, and the people.

Because the people in front of them are the people, and their home and country are the one-third of an acre of land that is related to whether they can survive or not. So Zhu Houzhao can only say this and impress them with the most practical interests.

But this sentence is obviously not enough, and the people who help them farm also have fields at home, and they also have to live on the food that grows in the fields. There is absolutely no such thing as a person in this world who can give up his own family for the sake of others, not even socialism.

A thousand people were still silent, venting their dissatisfaction with the atmosphere of a pin drop.

Zhu Houzhao thought about it, and suddenly said loudly: "You don't have to worry, listen to my command and each person can receive two taels of silver, which is enough for you to live." ”

Two taels of silver, the price of grain in the Ming Dynasty was one stone of rice and one tael of silver, and two taels of silver was enough for them to live.

Zhu Houzhao deeply knew the truth that he was too late, and he promoted Mien to fight Mi hatred. There is not much difference between farmers and scholars in this regard, and the more you respect them, the more emboldened they become.

Hearing that there were practical benefits, a glimmer of brilliance appeared in the eyes of a thousand soldiers, but still no one spoke.

"You can take the money home tomorrow, as long as you obey the order today!" Zhu Houzhao continued.

It was only then that the militia moved.

At the end of the day, Zhu Houzhao found that the foundation of these people is really poor, and those who can chop wood may not necessarily cut people, and those who can cut wheat may not necessarily cut people's heads.

It is true that the clever martial arts originate from ordinary movements, but it is never applicable to them, they are just small people, not geniuses.

The boring training continued in the next few days, and Zhu Houzhao did not plan to train this group of people into a strong army, he only wanted to find out how to train the troops and train new recruits.

The group of soldiers in the Shenji Battalion is not counted, Zhu Houzhao has participated in the guidance training, so he knows that the Shenji Battalion is still a soldier in his bones, running with the wind and waves, running against the wind, it can be summed up in six words.

As Zhu Houzhao mastered part of the military power, Mo Shanlin also began to send all kinds of information to Zhu Shou's garrison.

It is said that it is the movement of bandits, but all the information is carved out of the same mold, but a few place names and a few people's names have been changed.

The others are the same bandit leader Liu Liu, who led the bandits to rob a large household in a certain place and kill the people.

The bandit leader Liu Qi broke through the county seat and robbed the treasury silver.

Then one or two thousand officers and troops were killed by hundreds of bandits, and they lost their armor and collapsed.

Such military intelligence snowflakes flew in front of Zhu Houzhao.

At this time, he profoundly realized that the records in the history books were not nonsense, and maybe there might really be dozens of Japanese robbers chasing thousands of Ming troops in the coastal areas of the south.

Patience, after half a month of training, Zhu Houzhao finally made the decision to go out.

Anyway, it's been training for half a month, so it's a little better than those who rush into battle anyway.

"Today, our training is officially over." As Zhu Houzhao stood on the platform, he shouted loudly.

The soldiers who were training assassination in the school field gradually stopped, and all the people looked at the guards in confusion.

Where's the calf? After half a month of our hard training, we have delayed a lot of time to plant, and you are guarding the adults just to play with us?

"Tomorrow you will have a day off, and the day after tomorrow everyone will return to this school field, but there are those who come late with twenty canes, and there are those who don't come to show the public!"

When the soldier heard this, he was first overjoyed, and then shocked.

It's good to have a holiday, but it's not fun to get beaten and beheaded.

A brave soldier said, "My lord, is it okay not to go back?" ”

Zhu Hou looked at the soldier who was obviously afraid of being beaten, and said solemnly: "No, everyone must go back, this may be your last chance to see your family!" ”

Speaking of which, where can the soldiers be calm, and they know that there may be a war with their butts. The Ming army fought, and every time a hundred or ten people did not die, it could not be called a war.

Zhu Houzhao continued: "Liu Liu and Liu Qi must have known about the troubles in Fu County, and the day after tomorrow is the time to go out to exterminate the bandits Liu Liu and Liu Qi!" ”

Farm well, who wants to go to war. The main work of these thousands of soldiers on weekdays is to plant a grain of millet in the spring, harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn, and live a life of starvation and immortality, so that the **** is willing to fight desperately.

"My lord, can you let us go home and farm!" Puff knelt on the ground, it was better to die than to live, no one wanted to fight.

Zhu Houzhao shook his head and rejected them very cruelly: "The war dead have a pension of fifty taels of silver!" Kill one person and reward five taels, and the first hundred taels of bandits! Say no more, go back quickly! ”

Under Zhu Houzhao's tough official authority, everyone present went back, but their mentality was very different.

One hundred taels of silver, a huge number that can't be earned back in a lifetime for this group of bitter haha, there are many people who want to fight hard.

The day flies by. Zhu Houzhao was extremely conflicted in his heart, after all, it was difficult for any normal person to convince himself that he wanted to push so many people to the brink of death with his own hands.

In the early hours of this morning, before the dawn appeared, Zhu Houzhao sat alone on the empty school ground.

He's waiting, he's pushing himself.