Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 38
Fang Xiaobai, who had seen Zhang's thick family background, seemed to see a golden mountain beckoning to him.People often say: three years Qing magistrate, [-] snowflake silver, it seems that the judgment is quite nourishing, operating Yangzhou for decades, no matter what, there must be a family of millions of silver.

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you just barge in. Since you take the initiative to send it to your door, then I will not be polite! You guys, take good care of him and don't let him die. This is our automatic reminder." money machine!"

Several Bretonnian militiamen looked at Fang Xiaobai in confusion.

"Oh, I'll go, you send him back to the city safely, and each will reward ten taels of silver!"

Now they finally understood, one by one knelt on the ground and shouted long live the master.He quickly carried the unconscious Zhang Kexian onto the stretcher, and ran towards Altdorf.

"Hey, these old farmers are really talented for this job. They will be cultivated more in the future, and it will be up to them to harvest after the war."

Fang Xiaobai looked like an old man who was amazed at your bones, why don't you come and be my lackey, Boris shook his head speechlessly, our lord is good at everything, but always distracted and chattering regardless of the occasion, which will damage the image.

After scraping for a while, they threw the broken copper and iron into the wheelbarrow they brought. The Bretonnian militiamen carried and carried all kinds of things they thought were valuable, stuffing them into their pockets while pushing the wheelbarrow.

Fang Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't hold back for a while: "Hey, who the hell, don't throw the old clothes in the car, it's you, take them out!"

He snatched the tattered mandarin duck war jacket from the hands of the Bretonnian militiamen, threw it on the ground and stepped on it a few times. The Bretonnian militiamen were frightened by the pressure of the nobles and did not dare to go forward to snatch it. They could only watch helplessly as Fang Xiaobai trampled on the clothes. Have to change.

"You want the dead man's rags too. You don't feel ashamed, but I do! Boris! When you go back, give each of them a tael of silver to buy new clothes in the city."

The Bretonnian militiamen were stunned. They didn't expect that Fang Xiaobai not only didn't punish them, but also gave them money to buy new clothes. After living for more than [-] years, this was the first time he met such a nobleman.

The militiamen were so grateful that they put down the handle of their wheelbarrows and knelt on the ground to express their gratitude.

"Get up, what are you kneeling for? You are all upright men. Kneel on your knees. Kneel your parents. I'm not your parents. Why do you kneel?"

Under the puzzled eyes of Lawn Leo Cornwall, Fang Xiaobai helped the Bretonnian militiamen one by one, and patted his shoulder encouragingly.

"Your Excellency the Viscount (the title Ling Baliu gave to Fang Xiaobai), they are nothing but ignorant fools with low status, so it is only natural for them to bow down to you."

The words of Lawn Leo Cornwall came to Fang Xiaobai's ears. The latter was a little surprised, but immediately relieved: "King Lawn's words are wrong. People are born equal, and there is no distinction between high and low. For example, on the battlefield , They will die if they are shot by the arrow, and we will die if the arrow is shot, everyone is equal before death."

"I don't agree with your point of view. If it is like you said, what is the difference between nobles, commoners, and serfs?" Lawne Leo Cornwall retorted.

Fang Xiaobai shrugged and put his arms around Lawn's shoulders: "Your Majesty, I know that in Bretonnia, the class separation is clear, the nobles are the sky, and the serfs are the land. You have been brainwashed for decades. I don't blame you. , shall we make a bet?"

Ron Leo Cornwall hastily refused: "Chivalry doesn't allow me to do that, sorry."

The Bretonnian Knights Road is really a harmful thing, Fang Xiaobai raised his forehead: "Let's put it another way, um...how was the game?"

"The competition...how is it compared?" Lawn Leo Cornwall suddenly became interested. In the Bretonnian Knights Road, once someone proposes a competition, he must accept it unconditionally, otherwise he will be regarded as cowardly and unable to get the blessing of the lake fairy.

Fang Xiaobai's smile gradually became wretched: "In this way, we will each lead a thousand Bretonnian soldiers, no matter whether they are knights or militiamen, for a three-month training. After three months, we will have a competition in Altdorf Square. You lost, you have to improve your attitude towards the militia in the future, and by the way, give me a set of Bretonnian armor and swords, oh, yes, and a war horse!"

"What if you lose?"

Ron Leo Cornish played his unshaven chin playfully.

"I can't lose."

"Okay, I accept."

"A word is settled!"

The two made an oath by high-fiving, full of confidence.Fang Xiaobai laughed, let go of Lawn's arm, laughed and walked towards the city.

After returning to the city, the two each selected 1000 people. There was no suspense on Fang Xiaobai's side. He didn't choose a single knight. They were all Bretonnian militiamen (with swords).

Lorne Leo Cornwall was just the opposite of him. A thousand young and passionate chivalrous knights who were loyal to him took the initiative to join his camp, sharpening their knives, all knights and nobles.

The two parties selected Boris as a notary. He originally wanted to be called Lei Ze, but he was ruthlessly rejected by someone saying that I was very busy and didn't have time to care about ordinary people's trivial matters.

Signing and mortgaging, a set of procedures went down, which made Fang Xiaobai impetuous, but Lawn Leo Cornwall insisted on making a written document, so he had to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

"Your Excellency, Viscount, I don't understand why you choose a cowardly serf instead of a brave and fearless knight, but it doesn't matter. We will see you in three months. I hope you won't regret it by then!"

"It's still unknown who will die! I will prove to you that there is no distinction between high and low!"

The two shook hands symbolically, turned and left.

In order to correct Lawn Leo Cornwall's wrong values, I have worked hard enough, that's all, it is better than letting him die at the hands of the enemy on the battlefield.

China is different from the medieval world. People here play 36 tricks and add 6 to 6. They have always been obsessed with chivalry, and they will die tragically sooner or later.

Looking at the Bretonnian militiamen who were cowering behind him, not daring to look at him, Fang Xiaobai gritted his teeth and did it. What are you afraid of? A living person can be suffocated by urine?There are still three months left, and I want to make this group of guys completely reborn!

Fang Xiaobai disbanded the Bretonnian militia, gave them a day off to buy clothes, and went to the hut where Zhang Kexian was imprisoned to visit the comrade from the self-service cash machine.

When he arrived, Lou Zhangyou was feeling Zhang Kexian's pulse, and a young man was standing beside him holding a medicine box and waiting quietly.

"Old Lou, how is this guy's health?"

Only then did Lou Zhangyou notice that Fang Xiaobai was coming, he let go of Zhang Kexian's wrist, and replied with a smile: "My lord, don't worry, Zhang Tong was frightened, and he is fine. The old man prescribed a prescription, and my lord sent someone to arrest him." Come, Zhang Tongpuan will wake up in three days."

Fang Xiaobai hurriedly said: "Thank you, Mr. Lou, for letting Mr. Lou worry!"

(End of this chapter)