Chapter 35 Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?

Author: March

Chapter 35 Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?

The exchanges and contacts between the First Emperor and Zhao Si were actually not too much.

It was limited to Zhao Si presenting pictures and overseas crops after disembarking from the ship. Then the First Emperor asked Zhao Si about the details of his journey to sea, and the total time it took was less than one day.

However, Zhao Si left a good impression on the First Emperor.

On his rare return trip, there was another piece of good news, which finally eased the tension of the First Emperor.

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On the other side, Ji Chang, Sheng, and Sun finally paid homage to Wang Jian after a lot of trouble.

Wang Jian held a staff in one hand and walked out slowly.

In fact, the three of them were not qualified to meet Wang Jian. Their friendship with Wang Jian only extended to serving under Wang Jian and driving for Wang Jian.

However, Wang Jian had fought countless battles in his life, and the number of people who drove for him were even more numerous. Not to mention the victory, the two of them, Sun and Sun, were driving the passenger car.

In the past, it was not that the old department came to ask for help, but Wang Jian's response method was to stay behind closed doors.

As time went by, there were no more people coming to ask for help based on the slightest friendship in the past.

The same is true this time. If Wang Jian hadn't happened to hear it, the fate of the three people waiting for Ji Chang, Sheng, and Sun would have been to be turned away and sent away.

"Master, didn't you always stay behind closed doors in the past?" the servant who followed Wang Jian asked.

"It's not that I can't see you, it's that I can't see you." Wang Jian smiled and shook his head.

"I led the army to conquer the country, but how many old troops there are? The people in my hometown don't know how many there are." Wang Jian shook his head with emotion.

In the past, when we were conquering the country, we were so high-spirited that it was almost dusk in the blink of an eye.

The servant nodded thoughtfully and said: "That's true. If the master opens this hole, I don't know how many people will come to beat the autumn wind."

Wang Jian raised his cane and tapped the slave's head lightly, laughing and scolding: "In the past, the soldiers in my tent asked for anything, how could I be a stingy person?"

After that, he walked towards Ji Chang and the others with his cane.

The servant didn't know what was going on, but he didn't think much about it and quickly followed Wang Jian's footsteps.

"General!"

Ji Chang was very excited when he saw Wang Jian and immediately bowed and saluted.

"I am no longer a general!" Wang Jian shook his head, and the servants on the side looked at him and hurriedly helped the three of them up.

Wang Jian had little impression of the three of them, except that they claimed to be his soldiers during the previous campaign against Chu and had driven chariots for him.

Wang Jian is old and cannot remember many people. In fact, the three of them have no qualifications to be remembered by Wang Jian.

However, Wang Jian did not put on any airs, perhaps because he saw that his soldiers who dared to fight in the past were getting old.

Or maybe he suddenly wanted to recall the glorious past, or he simply wanted to communicate with others, so Wang Jian sent his servants to bring the three of them to his house for a banquet.

Facing Wang Jian's banquet, the three of them seemed restless, and Sheng and Sun, who had a weird temper, seemed particularly at ease at this time.

"I have resigned and returned to my hometown. I am no longer a general. Now I and others are not superiors. You are equal to me, but my colleagues." Wang Jian expressed relief and asked his servants to serve him wine and food.

Wang Jian couldn't help but feel relieved, and the three of them finally felt a little more settled, and recalled the prosperous years of the past with Wang Jian.

Oh, Ji Chang was once a sergeant in our army.

Sheng and Sun drove the passenger car for me.

Wang Jian thought about it carefully, but he still didn't have these impressions in his mind. It happened more than ten years ago, and he wouldn't remember it at that time. He only knew that he would complete the battle.

Today, more than ten years later, Wang Jian remembers their names.

They served under him.

More than ten years ago, they were just insignificant chess pieces played by themselves on the battlefield.

In other words, they are not even chess pieces in that chess game.

But they were full of respect and gratitude for themselves.

They won titles for their merits and moved forward fearlessly under their own banners.

Wang Jian didn't talk much, just one or two sentences occasionally, guiding the direction and rhythm of the topic. The three of them were obviously very grateful to Wang Jian.

First, I am grateful for leading them to a great victory.

Second, I was grateful that Wang Jian, now the Marquis of Che, actually received them in person.

They felt ashamed and unworthy, or they were not worthy to drink with Wang Jian in the first place.

So I wanted to ask Wang Jian for help, but the words rolled around in my chest and I didn't know how to speak.

Finally, it was Wang Jian who took the initiative to speak.

"You have been waiting so far, but what difficulties have you encountered?"

Sheng and Sun couldn't speak.

Finally, Ji Chang gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "General, I'll tell you the truth. Back then, Your Majesty sent Xu Fu to sea to search for immortals, with a total of 3,000 boys and girls. I heard that the fleet arrived at Langya and returned home a month ago. Your Majesty is kind and kind.

I have a grandson who was sent back to his home country. He was drafted in the army back then, but he still hasn’t returned home yet. I would like to ask the general to help me with some inquiries."

Ji Chang finally gritted his teeth and said again: "Is it life or death? I also want to know something."

Wang Jian nodded.

He knew this. After all, his grandson Wang Li was in charge of this group of people in Lantian Camp. The other party's request was very simple to Wang Jian.

"What's your grandson's name?" Wang Jian asked.

"Si, Ji Si!" Ji Chang answered.

Wang Jian nodded and said, "Don't worry about it. Go home for now and wait for the news. I will send someone to pass the news."

Thank you three.

When the three of them left, Wang Jian sent his slaves to deliver wine, dried meat, cloth and other items.

To Wang Jian, it was not worth mentioning, but to the three of them, it was extremely precious.

Their greatest title is just that it won’t change...

The three of them thanked them again, and finally Ji Chang bowed in front of the palace gate before bowing respectfully.

Wang Jian was left alone, looking at the half-cup of mutton he had eaten a few days ago and fell into deep thought.

"Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?"

"Unexpectedly, I can't even eat a pot of meat!" Wang Jian sighed and rubbed his stiff calves.

His former subordinate is now very old and looks like his days are numbered.

"Si...Ji Si..." Wang Jian waved and the servant came.

"Go ask Wang Li if there is a baby named Si among the crew members who returned from Lantian."

The servant responded and went out to make the announcement.

Wang Jian stood up with the help of another servant and walked towards the backyard.

In the backyard, there are birds and warblers, and in the mansion, all the domesticated singers and dancers are here.

Even Wang Jian himself didn't know how many there were.

A small part of these singers and dancers were originally owned by the Wang family, and a large part were rewards that Wang Jian shamelessly asked the First Emperor for.

Wang Jian once even took the initiative to exchange part of his fiefdom rewards for singers and dancers.

So much so that the palace couldn't even let go of them, so they gave away a lot of them.

As for Wang Ben and Wang Li's friendship, sending singers and dancers is also a generous gift.

Without him, the beauties raised by the Wang family would be more than one.

To put it bluntly, at most, they are no less than the singers and dancers in the palace.

(ps: Wang Jian once took the initiative to exchange part of his fiefdom for real gold, silver and beauties. It’s only 80,000 words now, so don’t worry. The first volume should be over at about 20 words. There are more stories in the first volume.

This is just a foreshadowing. In fact, I originally wanted to do some small science popularization, but then I thought about it and decided not to write an argumentative essay. The first volume is more daily, and the second volume will have more practical information. Everyone, sit tight and wait for me to start.)
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