The night was dark, the sparse moonlight faintly illuminated the earth, and the city lord's mansion standing on the north side of the desert city was particularly solemn in the dark night, and the patrolling guards were wave after wave, protecting the city lord's mansion impenetrable.

The eagle fluttered its wings and flew over the City Lord's Mansion and slowly landed on the eaves of the study, and one of the guards noticed the eagle, and he glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

It's just an eagle, and there used to be many birds that landed in the City Lord's Mansion.

In the study, General Mo was discussing with several of his subordinates how to spend this winter.

Steward He held a thick account book in his hand, and said helplessly: "General Mo, there is really no silver in Mocheng." ”

"You still have to build the city wall, even if the people in the city work for free, the cost of materials is a lot of money."

General Zhu frowned and said: "If the city wall is not built again, with the current defensive measures of Mocheng, it will not be able to resist the attack of the grassland people at all, and the weather will be cold this year, and the grassland people who can't stand it will definitely attack in a big way." ”

"In the final analysis, it's all the blame for the imperial court, and if we don't send silver, grain and grass on the grounds that the treasury is empty, our Mojia army is about to starve to death. This city, keep a fart! ”

"The court doesn't care about the lives of the people, and we are still holding on stupidly here." Said a lean man in armor.

"Old horse, you are a knife-mouthed tofu heart, and when the grassland people come, you will rush forward more than anyone else." General Feng said with a smile.

"Mocheng can't be broken, this is Dayan's last line of defense, once it is broken, the grassland people will be able to drive south, and then the lives will be ruined." General Feng said with a sigh.

Everyone's faces were not good-looking, and Steward He smiled bitterly and said, "But where does the money for the war come from?" ”

The three generals were all sad, and none of them could think of any good solution.

The old general Mo, who had not spoken, spoke: "Take out the things in the treasury of the City Lord's Mansion and pawn them." ”

"Old General, the things in your treasury are all family heirlooms!" He couldn't help but say.

"Do you care about this at this time? Pawn it, let's spend this winter first. General Mo waved his hand, very open-minded.

It's all a pile of dead things, if he can save Mocheng from fire and water, the old ancestor won't blame him.

Steward He nodded heavily: "Okay, I'll arrange a pawn tomorrow." ”

"Build the city wall as soon as possible, three generals, from today onwards, you will take turns to keep watch outside, beware of the sneak attack of the steppe people." After thinking about it, General Mo said again.

"General rest assured, we have been dealing with the steppe people for many years, and they all know what tricks they have." General Ma sneered and said.

I talked to the three generals about the patrol and defense of Mocheng in winter, and didn't wave them to leave until late at night, leaving only Steward He and General Mo in the study.

"Old general, it's not a thing to rely on you to pawn all the time, Mocheng must find a way to make money, otherwise, he can only survive this winter, and next year Mocheng's money will completely collapse."

He said to General Mo seriously.

Sorrow flashed on the old man's face, and the old general Mo pinched his eyebrows, and said with a wry smile: "Old man, it's okay for me to fight, let me make money?" I really won't. ”

Both of them are a little silent, the Mo family is a talent, but they really don't know anything about making money, and there are even some losers, that is, they have been suppressed by the imperial court in the past ten years, and the hands of the losers have been restrained a lot.

"Well, you go back and ask for advice from your men and see how you can make money." General Mo said.

Although he is just a steward, he is actually responsible for the government affairs of the entire Mocheng, as for the people sent by the capital?

It's been set aside a long time ago!

After Steward He left, General Mo let out a long sigh, and his straight back was a little rickety.

Zheng Xiaoye slowly walked out of the cubicle behind the study, he sat next to General Mo, tilted his head and said, "Grandpa, since you don't have any money, why don't you rob it?" ”

"Huh? Rob? General Mo shook his head again and again: "How can you rob the people's property?" ”

"Not for the people, but for the rich." Zheng Xiaoye tilted his head, trying to recall what he heard Ye Lanming say by chance: "This is called...... called, called to rob the rich and help the poor. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally said the word.

Old General Mo fell into deep thought, this method seems to be feasible? It's a bit more risky, once discovered...... It's bound to cause trouble.

"Xiao Ye go to sleep first, I will think about your proposal." Old General Mo said kindly, he touched Zheng Xiaoye's head, "From tomorrow onwards, you will learn martial arts with Han Jiu, and I will find a gentleman for you to teach you." ”

He made up his mind to keep his grandson in Mocheng, at least no one harmed him in Mocheng, and then consider letting him return to Beijing when he had the strength to protect himself.

"Grandpa also rests early." Zheng Xiaoye said obediently.

"Okay, grandpa will go to bed too." persuaded Zheng Xiaoye away, General Mo continued to look at the city defense map of Mocheng, and only slowly got up and left the study after half an hour.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the study, and had not walked a few steps, General Mo suddenly became alert, he looked up at the dark night sky, and scolded sharply: "Who? ”

A pitch-black eagle swooped down from the sky and rushed straight in front of him, its wings flapped when it was about to collide, and it changed direction in an instant, and at the same time, the sharp claws tore off the thin line fiercely, and the drawings snapped on the face of the old general.

The eagle who flew high again glanced back at the old general Mo who was standing in place, and nodded with great satisfaction.

Goo, mission accomplished.

The sharp pain on his face was exhaled, and the old general Mo didn't care so much, he looked down at the drawings that fell to the ground.

"Let's all go down, it's just an eagle." He waved his hand to let the guards leave.

Picking up the oil paper on the floor, he turned and went back to his study.

General Mo looked at the oil paper on the table, his eyes were obscure, what the hell is this? Who sent it to him?

Slowly opening the oil paper, revealing the drawings inside, General Mo carefully looked at the things drawn on the drawings, and the more he looked at the expression on his face, the more shocked he became.

This! This! This!

His breathing couldn't help but become short, and he could naturally see the importance of the city crossbow with his fierce eyes.

The attack range of the city crossbow is more than 500 meters, the penetration is very strong, it can shoot through the armor of the steppe people, and more importantly: this is still a repeater!

You can shoot 10 arrows in a row at a time!

This is simply a sharp weapon against the prairie people!

His eyes flickered, and the calm old general solemnly put away the drawings and began to think about who sent the drawings.

After thinking about it, he didn't think of anyone, so he could only secretly write down this matter and let people inquire secretly.

He must find this man!