It’s just that I feel a little chest tightness, which doesn’t affect eating meat and drinking.

"Why are you crying?" Lie next to him asked.

Pheasant looked over and said, "You are crying too."

"Is that true?" Lie gnawed on the meat.

"Yes!" The pheasant nodded vigorously and chewed another bite of the meat.

"But why am I crying?"

"Then how can I know? Eat meat." Lie couldn't answer.

No one can answer.

The young man in gorgeous clothes just walked, looked and asked.

Wang Jian stood on the high platform, sighing a little, but was at a loss.

There is a drama of "love soldiers as if they are sons" in the art of war.

However, what "love soldiers like children" requires is a difference between high and low status.

The general was a little better for one or two soldiers, and the soldiers were all grateful and rewarded them ten times. This is called "Love Soldiers Like Sons".

Even Wang Jian knew that at the beginning he made the food a little bit worse, then went over to inspect, then pulled out a military commander without background, and had a meal in front of the soldiers, and then adjusted the food a little better, and he could gain ten times the morale of the current military.

But he finally didn't do it.

It's not useless, but it's not needed.

Moreover, even if I did it, I couldn't beat the young man below who was walking around casually.

The young man walked downstairs, looked at it, learned the real situation, and then did nothing, returned to the frame and left.

From beginning to end, he did not raise any doubts about Wang Jian's strategy or means of training troops.

Wang Jian doesn't need to modify his method to avoid suspicion.

The soldiers were in chaos and had only one hour to rest after eating.

Then I have to train under the scorching sun.

Is it bitter or not?

Of course, this is needless to say.

bitter!

It's simply not a fucking hardship.

However, the meat, that wine, and the work points given every day according to the day.

That's what everyone dared not think of.

If you recruit troops without fighting, and if you serve but control food and accommodation, you can have three full meals almost every day.

You can eat meat every five days and eat it until you are full.

This is the best enjoyment in the world for a group of people who have always been unable to eat.

This is hell and the kingdom of heaven.

It was a little harder, and everyone gritted their teeth and cursed Wang Jian’s ancestors in their hearts, and then it was over.

It was delicious, everyone opened their mouths wide, bite them well, chewed them briefly, swallowed them, and it was theirs.

As for the work points... although compared with real copper coins, it is a bit illusory, which is difficult to understand or understand.

But since such absurd words as three full meals a day have become a reality, what else can you worry about?

In the summer of the fourth year, after harvesting wheat, the army ate the gravy noodles made from fresh wheat, and with dry food and weapons, they drove out.

Wang Jian held the tiger talisman and became the general, leaving Xianyang with a vast crowd.

On this day, all the husbands in the Xianyang Farmers Association were envious of the beauty.

"Clear the road and eliminate the thieves." Ying Zheng closed a roll of bamboo slips.

This volume of bamboo slips is written by doctor Chen Jing.

His letter mainly means that Wang Jian had no king or father in the army, and he monopolized the power, and did not promote the grace of the king. His personal power was too great and it was easy to breed rebellion. He suggested that people be sent to control him.

The bamboo slips in the next volume are written by another person.

It also means that there is a difference.

When the army was in its departing, in the eyes of old military personnel, the soldiers trained by Wang Jian could already be arranged without being chaotic and move without being dispersed, and could be called elite soldiers.

In this way, the elite soldiers left the control of Ying Zheng, who was the king, and completely fell into Wang Jian's control. No one knew whether it was good or bad.

Of course everyone hopes for some trouble.

It would be better to cause some trouble for Ying Zheng.

In this way, there will be enough positions and power to flow out of Ying Zheng.

These positions and powers are interests for the nobles in Xianyang.

Ying Zheng carefully read these bamboo slips.

Most of the things above are very skillful, with beautiful words and aggressive momentum, and have a sense of being straightforward and honest.

After he saw it, he thought carefully along these words and smiled.

Subsequently, there were bamboo slips with changes in the population of common people in some areas.

The population will move.

Because people live.

There are all kinds of people everywhere.

Some people feel that their family is not good, and yearn for the scenery and life of other people's homes, and run over.

Some farmers from Chu came to join Qin, and some farmers from Qin fled to Chu.

Even some people escaped.

But after all, the population that changes like this is only a small number.

Ying Zheng looked at it, wrote down this matter, and then went to deal with other matters.

The queen who had just given birth hurriedly came over.

She hasn't seen her new son who has been born for half a month.

A little anxious.

So there was not much greeting, just a simple bow, she asked, "My Lord, where is my son now?"

Ying Zheng was stunned. After a while, his mind was pulled out of the bamboo slips and replied in a daze: "My son..."

Lost?

He thought for a while and remembered that he had left this little thing on Ju Zizhou, so he calmly replied: "Fusu is now my senior brother."

"Senior brother..." Xiong Yuxiu frowned slightly, with a hint of suspicion: "Put Fusu in Mr. Ju's place... Isn't Mr. Ju still recuperating? Is my son's health a problem?"

In this year, the rate of death of newborns is very high, and even children from the royal family may die at a very young age.

When Xiong Yu thought of Ju Zizhou who had been recuperating for almost a year, he couldn't help but worry.

"The body should be nothing." Ying Zheng waved his hand: "I just asked him to accompany his senior brother."

"How can the king be like this!" Xiong Yu breathed a sigh of relief and complained a little: "A person like Mr. Ju has amazing talents, but after all, Fusu can't learn much now. Asking him to accompany Mr. Ju is just a matter of adding to Mr. Ju's troubles."

"That's true." Ying Zheng thought carefully.
Chapter completed!