Xun Busan swallowed, "Your Highness, don't force the robbery of the civilians. This is a serious crime. Your Majesty is very strict with this!"

Although Zhu Jun is the Eight Wounds of Yingtian, he did not do anything like robbing the women of the people and bullying the people.

Zhu Yuanzhang is born as a grass-roots person, and this is what he hates the most.

When he was the Grand Marshal, his adopted son was killed by Zhu Yuanzhang at the city gate without paying money when he drank.

Therefore, the nobles in the capital are very restrained.

"You know nothing."

Zhu Jun was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and went back to his room to rest. According to the rules, Prince Daye could have three guards per person.

The three guards are not three people, but three guard battalions.

In each escort battalion, there are 5,000 to 17,000 people.

And his fourth brother, Zhu Di, has tens of thousands of people.

He doesn't want three battalions, one battalion is enough.

When there are people, you will go to the vassal state and there will be no one available.

"Today is beautiful, tomorrow will be even better!" Zhu Jun secretly cheered himself up. After passing this level, the sky was high so that the birds could fly, and the sea was wide and the fish could leap!

The next day, Zhu Jun got up early and went out with the newly received mansion soldiers yesterday.

Xun Busan still pulled a donkey cart to search for clues all over the world, and he led his soldiers to shout all over the streets: "The Wu Palace recruits guards, and the monthly salary is three taels, and he can pay the annual salary in one lump sum.

If you have a family, parents will add ten taels at a time.

Three meals a day, accommodation is provided, three shifts, and four hours of rotation, so you can easily and not be tired!

I also send three new sets of clothes every season, and I also send meat during the season, which has many benefits!”

Seventy men are swaying across the market and attract attention.

This is nothing. They hold the box in their hands, and the box is full of silver.

There was also a donkey cart behind me, and there were pigs and sheep that had just been slaughtered.

These days, natural disasters and man-made disasters are good enough to eat enough, and I dare not think about meat and fish.

But the people in the King of Wu’s Mansion are good, with one hand and one hand meat, and there are many shoes with a thousand-layer sole at the back.

For a moment, the news that the King of Prodigal began to prodigal again spread instantly.

The common people in Yingtian Prefecture are watching the show, and none of them dare to get up.

However, there were a lot of beggars behind the team, dressed in rags, cold weather, and even barefoot.

There were also some victims who followed the team, but they did not dare to get too close to each other.

After all, these soldiers in the palace all have swords.

Although the court provided relief, it only allowed them to live.

Moreover, this time the disaster was not only a great cause, but also Chen Han and Da Zhou.

Many of the victims escaped by Chen Han and Da Zhou.

In Zhu Jun's view, if the court can properly resettle these victims, it will definitely win the hearts of the people.

These days, talents are the primary productive forces and the most precious wealth of the country.

Looking at these affected children, Zhu Jun felt uncomfortable, but he could save him for a while, but he could not save him for a lifetime.

It’s better to save yourself first. When you have the ability in the future, you will get more people back to your vassal state.

Walking from the south of the city to the east of the city, there were no less than five hundred people following him.

Finally, Zhu Jun stopped in front of the sealed Jubao Building, "I think those who come to my King of Wu's Mansion will line up, please don't want those who are under fifteen years old and over forty years old.

Old mothers who are skilled and able to serve others stand in a row.

Girls from seven to thirty years old, stand in a row!”

A dirty little girl knelt on the ground and cried, "Sir, please accept me. I may be working and I am strong. If you buy it, I will definitely not suffer any loss!"

The little girl rolled up her broken sleeves and exposed her arms like a numb stalk.

"Sir, buy me. My parents and brothers were washed away from the flood. I was the only one left in my house. Don't subsidy. Give me a bite and give me a piece of clothing. I will work hard for you in my life!"

They fell to their knees.

Their personal dignity was also their knees.

Zhu Jun took a deep breath and his nose was a little sour, but he was still heartless, "I am here to collect escorts, not to be a Bodhisattva to do charity.

If you have a skill and report it out, I can relax the conditions appropriately!"

"Can I figure out how to make a blacksmith?" An old man in his sixties raised his hand timidly.

"Can you make a blacksmith? This is a high-end talent. I'll ask for it. I have a monthly salary of three taels, three meals a day, and food and accommodation!"

When the old man heard this, he was so excited that he trembled all over, "Sir, I have an old wife and a granddaughter..."

"Checked!"

"Thank you!"

The old man's family is grateful.

"Sir, I can be a carpenter, okay?"

"Okay, the monthly salary is tentatively set to be two taels. It depends on your skills at that time. If you have the skills, you will increase your money!" Zhu Jun looked at them, "I want those who can farm, carpenters, and ironworkers.

But if there is real material, who dares to conceal it, our prince will be able to cut off his head if he finds it!"

Everyone shrank their necks, and some people who wanted to take advantage of the situation also retreated.

Just when Zhu Jun was hiring people, a burly man came over, "Will he killing someone be considered a high-end talent?"

The newly-engraved guards beside Zhu Jun were still quite excited. When he saw the big man coming, he drew his swords one after another, "The person who comes is stopping!"

In a cold day, the man only wore a short-sleeved thin shirt, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a square face. Although he was thin and looked thin, his voice was still quite loud.

Judging from the size, this person used to be a mighty man.

However, the man was carrying a girl behind him, "I don't want money, I'll give my brother and sister two bites, I'll work for you."

I am one, worth ten, you can make money without losing money!”

This guy is good. He raises him as a bodyguard and is very good at being with Niu Wuli and Liuyi on the left and right.

"Who's the last name?"

"The surname is Li and his name is Jiba. Behind me is my sister, Li Xinrui, a native of Guanzhong!"

"How did you escape here?"

"Dazhou dog official killed my parents and forced my sister to be a concubine. I killed the dog official's family and fled here!" Li Jiba said.

Zhu Jun was secretly shocked and had more than two thousand miles from Guanzhong.

He fled here with his sister, which shows that he has real skills.

But you can't listen to his words in one's own way, and those who know whether what he said is true or false.

"You have martial arts?"

"If you have family-born martial arts, if you don't believe it, you can pick a few people and play a few tricks with me!

If they can defeat me, I will leave!" Li Jiba said confidently.

What Zhu Jun wants most is a master with martial arts skills. This Li Ji... Jiba should have two tricks, "Give them a set of clothes, fifty taels of silver, and cut five kilograms of meat for them!"

Li Jiba was relieved when he heard this. He hadn't had a full meal for a long time. If he hadn't had martial arts skills, he would have died long ago.
Chapter completed!