Chapter Forty-Eight: Camp Prostitutes

After Xu Jia's remarks in the market, Zhao Fan was also completely impressed by the former, with such insight at this age, the future future is absolutely limitless, and he also secretly has a trace of wooing in his heart.

In these two days of coming to Cloudsdale, Zhao Fan has secretly generated the heart of forming his own team, in this troubled world, the proverb that it is better to rely on others than on oneself perfectly interprets the current situation, no matter what, only if you have strong strength, can you survive safely in this world.

Of course, the strength here is not simply relying on one's own personal force, having a strong and perfect subordinate is the king, no matter how strong the personal combat power is, is it against the enemy's thousands of troops?

Along the way, according to Xu Jia, Zhao Guo's operations were divided into private and government-run businesses, and the government had organs and officials to manage market trade to supervise and promote the development of commerce. For example, the salt and iron officials, the "workshops" and "craftsmen" who managed the handicraft industry, and the officials such as Situ, Sima, Sikong, and Zhitian determined the specifications, quality, or direction of production of products, all of which reflected the strong economic power of the Zhao state.

"Hehe, Brother Xu Jia seems to be very familiar with my Da Zhao's political system?" Bypassing a street, Zhao Fan held his spear in his hand, as if he had no intention of saying it.

Hearing this, Xu Jia was obviously stunned, but in an instant he came back to his senses, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, he coughed dryly, and said: "These are all in Bairen City, listening to what the diners of the restaurant said, hehe, let Brother Zhao Fan laugh." ”

Zhao Fan glanced at the former with a smile, and then nodded.

How did Xu Jia's strange appearance just now escape from Zhao Fan's eyes, as for his explanation of the private and government just now, it also works, but Xu Jia's initial words about the Qin State are not difficult to explain that the identity of the former is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Even so, Zhao Fan is reluctant to expose him, everyone has their own secrets, as long as Xu Jia has no ill will towards him, then Zhao Fan is naturally reluctant to touch topics that others are unwilling to reveal.

Seeing that Zhao Fan didn't ask, Xu Jia also spoke in a pine forest tone, but his expression was mixed with a complex and gloomy color.

The patrol in the city was much more leisurely than the morning training, and the two walked near the rows of houses, and in front of them was a simple courtyard, the walls of which were covered with traces of time, looking dilapidated.

"Crunch!"

There were still more than ten steps away from the small courtyard, and the sound of the courtyard door slowly opening came from a distance in the courtyard, Zhao Fan and Xu Jiazheng were thinking about their own thoughts, but unfortunately they were interrupted by this sudden voice.

The two of them looked towards the source of the sound together, only to see a woman step out of the small courtyard a little timid and nervous, she looked ahead, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief when she found that there was no one.

Zhao Fan and Xu Jia were in the opposite direction of her gaze, so they were not seen by this woman.

The woman straddled a basket made of simple bamboo strips, as if she was going to the market to buy goods, but it was not illegal to buy and sell things, and her nervousness and timidity seemed unusual.

Zhao Fan and Xu Jia naturally noticed the strangeness of this woman, and both of them involuntarily stopped their steps.

The woman closed the black and cracked wooden door, she turned around, and was about to take steps in the direction of Zhao Fan and Xu Jia, when her eyes happened to see the two of them, and at that moment, she screamed as if she had seen a ghost, and the bamboo basket accidentally fell to the ground.

"Two ...... The two military masters, Mu Niang's body is really not good recently, I implore the two military masters to let me go. The woman who called herself Mu Niang only glanced at the two of them, then hurriedly took two steps back, and said with a somewhat frightened face.

Hearing Mu Niang say this, Xu Jia and Zhao Fan were confused, they had just come to Cloud City for two days, when had they seen this woman, why not let her go?

The woman didn't notice Zhao Fan and Xu Jia's stunned at all, she lowered her head, as if she thought of something sad, and said a little choked: "Mu Niang just came back from cooking for the masters in the camp this morning, and she is still hungry until now, Mu Niang is young, but it's nothing, but the old mother at home has been sick since the beginning of the year, and now she is even more ......."

Speaking of this, the woman named Mu Niang also became unable to cry.

Hearing this, Xu Jia's face also surged with anger, although his surname is sometimes calmer than Zhao Fan, but after all, he is still young, even if he doesn't know the reason for the matter, but when he hears such a tragic thing, he naturally feels extremely angry in his heart.

And Zhao Fan was stunned, but a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, after Mu Niang said the first words, he vaguely guessed some, but he never dared to confirm it in his heart, until he heard her words, he could finally be sure that the woman in front of him was very likely to be mentioned in the later historical books, Yingji!

In ancient times, as a battalion in the army, it was not just a tearful smile for the soldiers to entertain and vent ~ desire, but also a considerable part of the camp records served as miscellaneous servants during the day, ensuring logistics for the army, accompanying the wine and serving at night, and acting as a tool for venting ~ desire on the bed of the soldiers. The contrast between the cruelty of war and the warmth of women makes them often appear at the same time. Fighting during the day and doing ~ love at night seems to be the most humane treat for the marcher.

From Mu Niang's words just now, it seems that only this profession can explain the two words she just said.

Zhao Fan looked at the weak woman in front of him in surprise, as far as he knew, it seemed that the camp record would only appear in the barracks as a tool to vent ~ desire only when he went out with the army, but now the army of Cloud City is stationed in the city, as a camp record, he only needs to be a miscellaneous officer in the barracks, not **.

Mu Niang seemed to feel Zhao Fan's gaze, her body curled up a little involuntarily, there was a faint tremble, her head was lowered, and her long hair completely covered her face.

Seeing Mu Niang's expression, Zhao Fan also completely walked out of the initial surprise and curiosity, when he saw the information about this from the historical books in his previous life, although he inevitably had some sympathy in his heart, but he was not so shocked and annoyed that you really stood in front of the former.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that they have a sense of shame. Yingji is naturally no exception, for them, the world is completely dark, reduced to a soldier's bed ~ a tool for venting ~ desire, absolutely no woman wants to.

"Look up, take a closer look, we're going to want you to do the kind of thing you don't want to do?" Zhao Fan's heart at this moment was completely full of love and pity for the woman in front of him and his rejection of the feudal system, he tried his best to put his voice softly and said in a low voice.

Although Xu Jia seems to be mature and understands a lot of things, he is still a teenager after all, and he can't imagine that kind of thing at all, so he didn't think about what Mu Niang said at all, until he heard Zhao Fan's words, he reacted.

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