The convoy quickly packed his luggage and set off on the road.

The original guards sent by King Zhao to escort were not in the way of dealing with the knights brought by Meng Yan, and they were even more unwilling to walk with them, so they followed not far behind the convoy as the rear of the palace.

Ju Zizhou and Ying Zheng shared a car with one car, outside the car were six Confucian scholars riding horses and nine rangers who were subdued by Ying Zheng.

The person who drove for the two of them had changed from Chen He to Meng Yan.

Ying Zheng sat in the car, holding a silk book in his hand, and slowly watching.

But Ju Zizhou could realize that he could not calm down and read the book.

"What is the difference between a high-level ranger and a low-level ranger?" Ju Zizhou sighed and suddenly asked.

Although Ying Zheng was restless, he immediately answered instinctively: "It's a way to make a profit!"

"A high-level ranger refers to a ranger who no longer needs to work himself to earn the necessary living materials for survival. Most of them are supported by nobles and wealthy merchants, and a few have risen from noble pawns to small nobles; while a low-level ranger still sells his labor and makes a living."

Ying Zheng has been familiar with this investigation report of more than 27,400 words for a month and a half.

"What is the average grain yield per mu in Zhao over the past three years?"

"Sixty-nine pounds and twelve taels!"

Two horses were walking slowly on the ground with a cart. Meng Yan sat outside the cart, and heard Ju Zizhou and Ying Zheng asking questions in his ears, and unconsciously straightened his back.

"How many kilograms of grain does it take to cultivate an acre of land in Zhao State?"

"Twenty-five pounds of millet eleven liang, twenty-seven pounds of millet three liang..." Ying Zheng replied silently.

He didn't understand what Ju Zizhou asked about these things.

But he still answered honestly.

Meng Yan sat outside the car, holding the reins with both hands, and pinching his fingers turned white.

Ju Zizhou did not explain, but just slowly threw out the questions one by one, and then Ying Zheng answered these questions according to the things recorded in the "Handan Investigation".

"Zhao State's self-cultivated farmer tax system..."

"The proportion of the number of ploughed farmers in Zhao Guoyong to the proportion of self-cultivated farmers..."

"The price of gold in Zhao State..."

"The price of beef and mutton in Zhao State..."

"Wow!" Meng Yan, who was driving, suddenly tied the reins and stopped the carriage.

A pair of ponies pulling the cart was neighing, and then a hundred cavalrymen who followed Meng Yan and stopped and dismounted.

"What's wrong? Why stop the car?" Ying Zheng walked out of the car and asked.

Meng Yan turned over and got out of the car, knelt in front of Ying Zheng on one knee, spread his hands flat, and placed an exquisitely shaped bronze dagger in his palm without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ying Zheng sat on the shaft of the car, folded the silk book, hid it close to his body, and asked, "Have you ever been to the battlefield?"

Meng Yan replied: "Report to a gentleman, Yan has gone to the battlefield."

"Montessors have gone to the battlefield and made meritorious contributions. At your age, they should not be just a sixth-class official and official," Ju Zizhou said casually.

"Yan is a branch of the other family, and he was sympathized with the head of the family, so he could get the Meng family." Meng Yan's head lowered.

"How old are you this year?" Ju Zizhou asked.

"Yan is now thirty-four years old." Meng Yan replied in a muffled voice.

Ju Zizhou nodded: "You are no longer young, your appetite has dropped a lot compared to ten years ago, right?"

In his thirties, he has entered old age in this era!

"Although Yan is old, he still has the courage to die!" Meng Yan's tone was intense, and the sentence of "being old" contained a sonorous feeling.

"You are old, even if you have the courage, what can you do?" Ju Zizhou asked, "Do you know the secret to leading troops to win every battle?"

"Yan doesn't know." Meng Yan's tone was slouching.

"Do you know the method of training and strengthening troops?"

"I don't know." Meng Yan said nervously.

"Do you know how to make soldiers go on and go on, never stop dying?"

"I don't know..." Meng Yan's throat was jammed.

"Do you know how to arrange troops and build troops to protect the country and the people?" Ju Zizhou smiled even deeper.

Ying Zheng sat on the shaft of the car, looking confused.

He didn't know why Meng Yan suddenly knelt on the ground and worshiped him as his master.

He didn't know why Ju Zizhou kept attacking Meng Yan here.

What exactly happened?

He looked at Ju Zizhou, eager to figure out all this.

"You don't know anything, why do you think that when you kneel on the ground and hold a sword in both hands, Gentleman Zheng will accept you?"

"A person who worships the Lord needs to be useful to the Lord, so the Lord will accept it, and you can't do anything!" Ju Zizhou smiled: "You are even smaller in use in gentleman politics than these bandits!"

"Why do you think that gentleman will accept you? Why do you think that you can get a title of power from gentleman?"

Meng Yan's mouth and tongue were dry, and cold sweat was flowing.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Ju Zizhou.

Ju Zizhou smiled and looked indifferent.

He was unable to lower his head.

He gritted his teeth and gave up his last dignity and wanted to worship the Lord, but he was shocked to find that he was a waste. Not only did he not expect the power he expected, but he even lost his confidence.

Meng Yan's majestic body trembled slightly.

Ju Zizhou smiled, immediately patted Ying Zheng on the shoulder, and pointed to the sword in his hand: "A gentleman is generous and kind, and has the style of a benevolent and polite king!"

Ying Zheng immediately understood and jumped out of the car, walked to Meng Yan, who was as tall as himself, and picked up the bronze sword in the palm of his hands: "Ji Meng's surname Ziyan, are you willing to worship me as your master, and be my slave from now on, share wealth and honor with me, and share hardships with me?"

When Meng Yan heard Ying Zheng's words, he suddenly looked up and couldn't believe his ears.

He raised his head and looked at Ying Zheng standing in front of him with a hard work of holding a sword in one hand, his pretty little face full of seriousness.

Tears as big as beans suddenly flowed out of their eyes, "puk" and "puk" fell to the ground, smashing to pieces.

"I do!"

"From then on, I will be able to spear for my spear and order it will come?"

"After orders are executed!"

"From then on patrol and hunt for my hawks?"

"No one dares not to follow the patrol and hunt!"

"Master humiliation?"

"Die!"

"Master's worries?"

"Fight!"

"Okay!" Ying Zheng nodded, his hands were relaxed, he inserted his sword to the ground, pulled out the iron sword given by Ju Zizhou, and placed it horizontally in the palm of Meng Yan's hands: "Very good, you will be my Qin Zheng's slave in the future! If I have a day of wealth, I will be my glory for you!"

"I thank you for your kindness!" Meng Yan suddenly stood up, bowed and looked down at Ying Zheng, waiting for his instructions.

"Okay, keep on rushing and return to Xianyang as soon as possible!" Ying Zheng waved his hand, turned around and held Ju Zizhou's hand, and was pulled into the car by him.

Ju Zizhou smiled and looked at Mengyan, and got into the car.

"What's going on?" Ying Zheng asked in a low voice.

The carriage slowly began to move forward, Meng Yan straightened his waist, wiped his tears, and excitedly pulled out his iron sword to observe.

Ju Zizhou smiled: "I destroy his confidence by not giving him the chance to think, and then you will be kind to him when he is most desperate, so that his gratitude to you can be maximized and your relationship will be the strongest!"

This is one of the application methods of PUA, which is strictly a bit anti-human, but it has been this era, and Ju Zizhou no longer cares about these things.

"I'm not asking this!" Ying Zheng said, "I'm asking him why he suddenly wanted to be the master of me?"

"He was sent by Mrs. Huayang."

"What does this have to do with who sent him?"

"He was sent by Mrs. Huayang. I think the purpose of Mrs. Huayang sending him is to show goodwill than you!" Ju Zizhou said: "Since it is a show of goodwill, then of course he will explain it to him."

"It is even very likely that he has expressed or implied that he can contribute to you."

"So I tried it."

"So... those questions and answers... are temptations?" Ying Zheng then realized.

"Those things can show your understanding of Zhao State... If these understandings are on the battlefield, they will be the sharpest sword!"

"Mengshi is a great man. If Meng Yan was a core member of the Montessori, it would be impossible that he would have only the title of an official and a senior official at such an old age."

"So I expected that he must be a person who was unsuccessful in the family, but had some abilities."

"A man like this... A Zheng, will he be willing to stay in the mud?"

"It must not!"

"So you are also his chance! You are the only chance he can see... to rise!" Ju Zizhou smiled and said, "As long as you show a certain talent, he will be busy submitting to you!"

"Do I already have talent?" Ying Zheng sat upright and looked at Ju Zizhou, asking for approval.

"Yes, junior brother." Ju Zizhou said proudly: "You have already had extraordinary talents, and you will continue to gain more talents until you reach the peak of this world!"

Ying Zheng held his hands with his eyes burning.

I can! Senior brother.

I will surpass everyone in this world, including you!
Chapter completed!