"Even if Cato the Younger wants nothing from Rome, Rome still needs Cato the Younger." - Cicero

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I just don't want you to be the second Gaia, you are a kind and good woman, in the future I hope that when you are old and fat, you will still be able to go in and out of various banquet places happily as a wealthy free man, and also my best girlfriend Li Bida, your jokes still make people laugh, your relatives and children have no worries about food and clothing, and respect you, and will engrave words of gratitude on your epitaph, but you are in the name of Príncia, such a result is impossible, and her investment in this tavern has been very neglectful in the last two or three years! Domuja, she, like Cicero, is also the sunset of the west, you must follow me in order to have a bright future. After saying that, Li Bida burped two long wine burps with red eyes, got up and wiped them clean with a sponge stick, then fastened his belt, walked into the backyard of the tavern, and kicked open one of the doors.

Li Bida's intrusion caused a commotion in the room, and the three prostitutes quickly gathered their clothes, jumped off the bed one by one, and left screaming, leaving a scarred Highbrida still sitting there yelling.

"That's it! Today is the feast of Falcon, the feast of mourning for the Roman legions after the defeat of the Roman legions in Spain and the loss of 9,000 men, and the eternal low-ranking Hebrida, which is not allowed to fight with weapons today. Li Bida sat cross-legged on the narrow chair and punned.

High-Bridar really didn't know how to say that his in-laws had paid a thousand Sethreus today, and invited him to come here for prostitution. Then he drove away all his little yellow warblers with a drunken body. What does that mean. sat on the bed with his bare buttocks, waiting for Li Bida to speak.

"Is it still customary to be a non-commissioned officer in the Roman fortress?" Li Bida grunted and rinsed his mouth with verbena water to dissipate drunkenness.

"Brother thinks it's okay, salary." Highbrida's tone was neither disgruntled nor joyful.

"Sometimes I think of when we were in the Seventh Legion, the veteran centurion Utarius," Lybida leaned his head back in his chair, half of his face flickering through the daylight of the curtain, "for you, actually. It's probably boring to live without Utyrus and Arminius, so when you were expelled from the legion, you'd rather stay in Helispont and be with the veterans. ”

"There's nothing wrong with coming home," said Highbrid, and cried out against her will, saying yes, my brother had been bored in the past two years since he returned to Rome, and even if he was a prostitute, he couldn't be much interested, and he wanted to lift his sword and put on his armor. Not as a clay puppet ornament in the border fortress, but to go to the East to really fight the barbarians. robbing the cottages everywhere, raping women, and sharing the spoils with the big-headed soldiers, this is what my brother wants.

Li Bida smiled secretly in his heart, the reason why Hebrida is getting drunk every day now is that he has a value disorder, and once a soldier and a martial artist leave the battlefield for thousands of years, he will suffer from this kind of problem, so he dipped his hands in verbena water very lightly and washed them, and said in one go: "I will arrange an errand for you in the expeditionary force next year or the year after, will you do it?" ”

"Where are you going?"

"Egypt, help Ptolemy XII to the throne, full of palm trees and camels, and a woman with a soft waist and dark and slippery skin with a curled hip, enough to keep you entertained for a few years. Hebrida thinks about yourself now, your daughter is married to my adopted son, my wife's makeup expenses are enough for this life, she can go to Baie with Porti every month, and her family not only has thousands or even tens of thousands of drachmas' savings, but also Campegna's five hundred yogurt fields for rent - there is no point in you continuing to live and enjoy, find some fun early, and die happily in the glorious Armageddon in the last day, and enter the Valhalla of the Temple of War with Utyrus, isn't this the greatest value of your life? Do you still want to wear purple and white robes and argue with those specially chosen fathers in the Concord Temple? ”

Heblida let out a long breath, lay down on the bed, and said, "You are right, but my brother still has a wish, and my brother has not yet taken revenge on Pompey's cub!" ”

Li Bida stood up and threw the clothes hanging on the pole behind the door frame to his in-laws, "Of course it's no problem, immediately you go to Egypt first, and become the chief centurion of the mercenary army for the Pharaoh, I will help you operate, fight for two or three years, enjoy the remuneration of ten Talents every year, kill men, play with women, and have enough fun." And then—remember, be there with all the Romans, and try to keep Pharaoh as inseparable from your sword, and then—in case Pharaoh slips up, remember to help his daughter Cleopatra, and say that you are my man. ”

"I didn't expect that the only time my brother was the chief centurion in his life was for the Egyptian goatees." Hebrida grunted, then smashed the clothes thrown by Li Bida to the side of the bed, and shouted that this is not good, and told the three little yellow warblers and little pigeons to fly back again, and the Roman warriors would not give up halfway.

Li Bida shook his head, walked out of the house, and beckoned to a few secret prostitutes who were still standing outside the door, signaling that they could continue to go in and work.

The Strati Plain, located at the junction of Camperia and the city of Rome, at this time Campegna has the reputation of a rich gathering area, but all the villas and estates seem to stretch their necks in the direction of the Bay of Naples, and Stradi, which is rich in grain and fruit trees, is still a paradise.

But this changed dramatically when the hordes of architects and craftsmen to which Crassus belonged entered, and Crassus rented large tracts of contiguous land from the poor who had been blessed by Caesar's new land law with a large amount of money: do not think that these people really wanted to get land from the state to cultivate, they were already accustomed to selling tickets to live, and did not want to pick up hoes and sickles again and suffer from the suffering of their ancestors. Because the new land law stipulated that the rationed land obtained by the people could not only be rented, but also sold after twenty years, Crassus seized on this, leased the land, and threw money into it in the name of the foundation to help house Pompey's veterans, and arranged for his own people to control the lifeblood of agriculture and commerce here.

Of course, Crassus will not handle it himself, and it is the Foundation's Chief Deacon Li Bida who will deal with this matter specifically.

His own people are equal to Li Bida, and Li Bida is his own people, and this belief is increasingly consolidated in Crassus's mind.

This plain is ready to be built into a veteran colony that can accommodate 3,000 people, and it has all the facilities inside, anyway, with the patronage of the state, Li Bida is not prepared to save even half a division here, each veteran's house is a four-person brick apartment building, and each centurion can get an independent small mansion, known as the "single house", and the street is centered on the circular small Colosseum, radiating outward in the shape of a wheel. Next to the small Colosseum, is the temple of Lales, the public god who protects the whole city, and then lined up is the temple of the god of war, the temple of Minerva, the temple of Mother Earth, with a small statue of King Numa standing in the middle, and the south of the city is a "camp market" surrounded by three gables, which is built by special knights responsible for raising funds, and setting up three large warehouses for the trading of bulk agricultural products.

What's more, Li Bida also paid his own money to build a beautiful veteran's public cemetery on the outskirts of Stradi. (To be continued......)