The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Officials from both sides of the court argued fiercely, and finally had to consult with the people of Dongsheng Pavilion.

Soon, Dongsheng Pavilion determined that Xusheng private soldiers belonged to the private soldiers of civil rank. If they exceeded 500 great scholars, they could get 1,000, and Jingguo's private soldiers of nobility would be handled by Jingguo itself.

Finally, both sides of the court took a step back, and Fang Yun received a total of 3,000 private soldiers, of which 1,000 civil rank private soldiers were handled by Fang Yun himself, and 2,000 nobility private soldiers were filled by soldiers sent from the Jingguo army.

This means that if Fang Yun has the ability, he can recruit a powerful force.

Civil rank private soldiers include not only barbarians, but also scholars of the human race!

Fang Yun has learned that the Holy Academy will send two Hanlin and four Jinshi as his private soldiers, all of whom are members of the War Hall and are very good at fighting.

So far, the left prime minister's attempt to reduce Fang Yun's private soldiers has completely failed.

Once Fang Yun can recruit a full 1,000 private soldiers of civil rank, plus 2,000 private soldiers of official rank, his strength will be no less than that of an ordinary 10,000 regular army. It is almost impossible for anyone to kill him outside the power range of the Holy Temple.

However, the private soldiers of official rank are supported by Jingguo, while the private soldiers of civil rank are completely supported by themselves. Almost no scholars raise too many barbarian private soldiers. Even great scholars can only raise more than ten barbarian lords at most. Barbarian generals and barbarian commanders are of no use to great scholars.

This way, it will not cost too much, and at the same time, it can ensure that there are subordinates to be ordered.

Fang Yun has not yet considered how many private soldiers he will raise, but since the holy families are willing to give them and he can support them, there is no need to refuse.

Fang Yun collected the gift list of the letter and summarized the final number of barbarian private soldiers given by the holy families.

There are four barbarian lords, thirty barbarian commanders, and one hundred and forty barbarian generals. According to the average of three families per private soldier, Fang Yun has to raise almost nine hundred barbarians.

If the barbarians are only treated as ordinary soldiers, the cost is naturally not much, but to train private soldiers well and make their offspring loyal, the cost is more than ten times. Whether it is accommodation, food, weapons or clothing, they must be good, and all the requirements of private soldiers must be met. It is impossible to treat them as slaves.

"Raising private soldiers is also a difficult thing." Fang Yun sighed softly and looked out the window. The window had been repaired.

Ao Huang's voice came from the yard: "What's the difficulty? I will go to your fiefdom and beat up all the barbarian private soldiers. It will be easy."

Fang Yun's eyes lit up and said: "Ao Huang, how about I hire you as my private soldier coach? Specialize in training those private soldiers."

"As expected of Fang Zhenguo, whether it is wisdom or vision, I admire you very much!"

Ao Huang's way of praising himself in various ways made many people in the Fang family laugh.

Fang Yun said, "The matter of the six thousand dragon horses depends on you. By the way, you have to arrange thirty amphibious water monsters as private soldiers for me. Forget about dragon people, can you get me a few dragons? I don't want the dragon race."

Ao Huang thought for a while and said, "Pure-blooded dragon race is definitely not available. Dragons... we don't trust you to use them. Let me find a way to get you some dragon blood monsters. Our dragon race... you know that there are many kinds. I will contact Prime Minister Turtle and ask him to get you 100 dragon vein monsters."

"Okay!" Fang Yun was overjoyed.

The dragon vein monsters are an extremely powerful race among the monsters. Some people even say that even the first ancestor of the monster race, Luan Mang, has dragon blood.

Fang Yun knew that the Dragon Palace had been cultivating dragon vein monsters. There were five large islands in the East China Sea alone for dragon vein monsters to live in. Each dragon island was more than ten thousand miles in radius. The number of dragon vein monsters on the five large islands exceeded 500 million.

When the battle between the two worlds occurred, the dragon clan mobilized tens of millions of dragon vein monsters to help.

Pure-blooded dragons are rare, and the Jiaolong is unreliable, so the dragon clan relies on these dragon vein monsters to guard the ancient places of the dragon clan.

Ao Huang said again: "When the time comes, I will give you more dragon balls to eat. If your dragon clan aura is stronger, the dragon vein monsters will not have any problems."

Fang Yun nodded. After years of domestication and cultivation under the secret techniques of the dragon clan, the dragon vein monsters have a huge disadvantage, that is, when facing the pure-blooded dragon clan, their strength is greatly reduced, and they are suppressed by the pure-blooded dragon clan, so they have a natural fear of the pure-blooded dragon clan.

"I have eaten so many dragon balls, you dragon clan will not come to settle accounts with me in the end, right?" Fang Yun asked.

"It's okay. It's a gift for you. Eat it if you want. No one else can interfere. One hundred dragon vein barbarians are too few. Let's round it up to two hundred, all of them are handsome barbarians."

"Is this... too expensive?"

Fang Yun calculated that a dragon blood barbarian is worth at least one Hanlin Wenbao. Two hundred together, all the saintly families are willing to exchange it with the great Confucian Wenbao to breed the domesticated barbarians.

"The human race has finally produced a virtual saint, who has a bright future. Of course, we dragons must be on good terms! We don't have a dispute with you over the way of saints, and you didn't kill our pure-blooded dragons. Of course, we are only talking about the East Sea Dragon Palace. As for the group of people in the West Sea Dragon Palace who are colluding with the barbarians, you have to be careful of them."

"I know that."

Fang Yun was about to continue studying when he received a letter from Chang Dongyun.

When Chang Dongyun helped him avoid fighting for the upper house and then left the academy, Fang Yun gave him a hidden poem to help Chang Dongyun win when he was attacked by the barbarians.

Fang Yun was stunned when he saw the letter. He never expected that Chang Dongyun would send him such a letter.

"Dongyun greets Brother Fang. If Brother Fang recruits private soldiers, I am willing to serve you."

Fang Yun was very puzzled, because very few people in the human race were willing to be private soldiers. Being a private soldier meant being entangled in various trivial matters, which meant almost losing the opportunity to be promoted to a literary position. Only those scholars who had no hope of promotion and had a hard time in the officialdom would be private soldiers to accumulate capital for their descendants.

Chang Dongyun had a bright future and a high possibility of becoming a Hanlin, so he should not be a private soldier for others.

However, Fang Yun thought for a moment, suddenly realized, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

Chang Dongyun was gambling with his own future.

If Fang Yun became a saint, Chang Dongyun would definitely get the guidance of a semi-saint, and would most likely become a university scholar, and his descendants would also have a relatively solid relationship with the semi-saint family.

What's more, almost everyone knew that following Fang Yun would definitely learn real knowledge.

If he lost, it would just be a little more difficult to be promoted to a Hanlin.

Fang Yun did not reply immediately, but continued to study.

Early the next morning, Fang Yun received letters from many people.

"Fang Xusheng, I have a distant relative who is a juren. He admires you very much and is willing to be your private soldier. Can you help me?" The messenger was Cai He, the county magistrate.

Fang Yun hadn't thought about it yet, but when Cai He's appearance appeared in his mind, he suddenly smiled and replied: "I'm short of staff and advisors. Please lend me the advisor for a year, otherwise, nothing will happen!"

"You..."

Then, my uncle Fang Shouye sent a letter.

"Your cousin Fang Yingwu used to be the staff of the prefect of Mingyuan Prefecture. He came back not long ago and has now gone to the capital. If you are short of manpower, let him be the staff. If not, don't bother with him."