Li Guangbi looked at Wang Yue's back and suddenly turned to look at Guo Ziyi, with a strange expression and said, "Brother, why do I feel like you are cheating him?"

Guo Ziyi also looked at Wang Yue's back and nodded slightly, "You guessed it right. I am indeed cheating him, but I am also helping him."

"Help him?"

Li Guangbi looked puzzled.

Guo Ziyi's eyes were far away, as if he was still looking at Wang Yue's back, and murmured: "A scholar like him is full of righteousness. His lifelong dream may be to let the people have enough food."

"However, a horse has a journey of thousands of miles, and no riding cannot go by itself. A man has the ambition to soar to the sky, and he cannot be constantly enlightened without luck. His dreams and ambitions are destined not to be tolerated by this world..."

"This world is too dirty, this era is too sinister. If he lets himself persevere, he will soon die in this world."

"So, I cheated him and asked him to help me teach fields and let him do me meticulous work."

"When he travels through the fields every day and is busy for the trivial matters of the people, his life will be saved, and the wealthy families will not focus on a farmer in the fields."

"But, his dream is always there."

"The light in his heart has always been there."

"It's just that the dirty and insidious world of this world will never be able to find him again, because our butchers with knives will help him carry it."

"A scholar with righteous spirit should do something without danger. His dreams are protected by us."

This long speech was actually inspired. It was clearly a plain narrative, but everyone was filled with joy and turmoil.

Those of us who hold the knife...

Protecting the dream of scholars?

Li Guangbi looked longing and suddenly murmured softly: "Brother, I don't think you are like a reckless man. You are like a saint, and you have made a big and big truth."

Guo Ziyi laughed loudly, slapped his forehead and scolded, "Are you cursing me? The saint is the fetal sculpture in the temple."

As he said that, he looked at everyone, and suddenly became bold and said loudly: "Brother, I come to this world for a while, and I don't want to be a mud statue without fireworks. I want to enjoy the glory and wealth, and I want to sleep with a beautiful lady. After the rest of my life, I will not be in vain for a lifetime."

"The same is true for you, come with me. We brothers are destined to be sages. It's okay to kill embryos, and we will be full of blood for the rest of our lives."

Everyone laughed wildly and shouted: "Good, kill the embryo. Let's kill the embryo. Let's kill the embryo together. Let's kill it to make peace in the world."

Everyone's heart is surging, and only the blood is swelling.

These rough men have found their dreams.

...

After a full half of the day.

Guo Ziyi slowly let out a breath and said slowly: "Wang Yue is a righteous scholar, so he is not suitable to participate in our affairs. I coaxed him to do the field teaching, but in fact I wanted to help him out."

As he stopped, he smiled and said, "Only when he was so busy that he would not care about the money we just obtained."

money?

That 50,000 stag!

Everyone present was immediately excited again, and everyone's faces were full of excitement.

However, the first words of Guo Ziyi made everyone feel cold.

"But we can't share this money!"

Can't separate?

Everyone was stunned.

Guo Ziyi glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, if you want to spend money, you can get it from the shares in the winery. You can earn three or four hundred trump cards every day, which is enough for your daily expenses."

"But I think we should do something bigger for this 50,000 yuan."

"For example, build a city wall."

"Another, recruit soldiers and horses."

"Everything in this world is fake. Only when you hold the hilt of the knife in your hand is real. If we could have an elite soldier, what kind of future would you think about?"

Li Guangbi was the first to stand up and said excitedly: "If there are five thousand elite soldiers, you dare to compete with the vassal states. If there are three thousand elite soldiers, you can directly go to the vassal states. Hahahaha, my father is known as the General Zuo Yulin, and he is a second-rank martial arts honor, and only five thousand soldiers and horses under his command."

Guo Ziyi did not understand the ancient military system and asked quickly: "Really and false? Five thousand soldiers can compete with the vassal states? Then Brother Li, please tell me quickly, can we raise five thousand elite soldiers?"

Li Guangbi's face suddenly turned like a slut and said, "Brother, what are you kidding?"

Guo Ziyi saw his ugly face and couldn't help feeling guilty and asked in a low voice: "We have 50,000 stags of money in our hands. Isn't that enough?"

Li Guangbi took a deep breath, slowly looked up at the roof, and murmured: "Brother, have you ever heard a saying that raising soldiers for a thousand days is used for a moment. 50,000 guan of money seems to be a lot, but in fact it cannot withstand the use of spending..."

Guo Ziyi frowned slightly and couldn't help but say, "We have robbed twelve vehicles of weapons and kept hiding in that deep mountain. If we remove this part of the expenses, 50,000 jin of money should be able to raise troops."

But Li Guangbi shook his head and said, "It's not enough, it's not enough, it's far from enough."

"Even if there are weapons, the armor must be purchased, right? If the soldiers do not have armor, they are not considered elite soldiers..."

"And a pair of iron armor costs at least twenty stakes, even if it is replaced with leather armor, it costs at least five or six stakes."

"Brother, do it, how much does this amount cost alone?"

Guo Ziyi looked extremely ugly and murmured: "It takes 100,000 guan to buy 5,000 iron armor. Even if it is replaced with leather armor, it will cost at least 20,000 to 30,000 guan..."

Li Guangbi smiled bitterly and then said, "In addition, there is military pay. Since ancient times, good men did not serve as soldiers. Joining the army means exchanging military pay for their lives. Therefore, military pay is the top priority. If you want to raise elite soldiers, you must not be owed."

Guo Ziyi couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It seems that I have to think of a way to continue our great career in making money."

Suddenly he looked at Li Guangbi again and asked solemnly: "According to your calculations, how many soldiers can the 50,000 jin of money be raised?"

Li Guangbi was born in a general, and after just a little thought, he gave the answer, saying: "If you are an elite soldier, you can raise about 500 people. But if you are a tooth soldier equipped with a war horse, then 50,000 jin of money can only support 200 people."

"Only two hundred people?" Guo Ziyi was obviously a little disappointed.

But Li Guangbi looked strange and looked at Guo Ziyi and said, "Brother, do you have any misunderstandings about the fangs? Are you not satisfied with the 200 fangs? Do you know what it means to have 200 fangs?"

Guo Ziyi was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "What does two hundred fangs mean?"

Li Guangbi took a deep breath and said with longing expression: "If there are two hundred soldiers, you can run rampant in a county. Even if you face ten thousand ordinary soldiers, you will dare to rush forward."

Guo Ziyi's face was shining.

He had to raise these two hundred soldiers no matter what.
Chapter completed!