The next morning, the vibrant sunshine bathed in this border ancient city.

Since the war has ended, the four gates have been wide open, some people choose to return to their original residence, while others carry farm tools out of the city to farm.

Hard work is a fine tradition of the Chinese nation. Although Wanquan Youwei is located in a semi-arid area, wheat can be grown in this land, so the surrounding area is always accompanied by the process of wheat sprouting, growth, flowering and fruiting in all seasons.

They have always abide by the Chinese ritual and ideological education and rely on their own hands to support themselves and their families. Even when facing their elderly parents, they still adhere to the life principle of filial piety as the first priority.

Just as the people were heading to the fields to work in groups, cavalry teams returned from the outside of the frontier stepping on the golden light of the rising sun, and many of them were stained with blood.

"What's going on?"

"Is there another war?"

"No, if there was a real war, the beacon on the city had already warned!"

...

Many people stood in the fields and watched the teams with abnormal behavior, but they didn't know which of the soldiers were singing, and they didn't understand why their bodies were stained with blood.

"Those on them should be sheep's blood!"

"Haha...they are going to grab sheep outside the border!"

"The Tartars robbed us so much that we didn't dare to raise cattle and sheep. Our soldiers should rob their cattle and sheep!"

...

Many people soon saw that many soldiers were carrying sheep. Some of them had been killed, while others were still alive, riding their horses back towards the city gate.

But they seemed to have only guessed half of it, because these soldiers did go out to grab sheep, but they were no longer trying to retaliate, but had bigger intentions.

"The last general, the Wanquan Right Guard, Li Chaoxin, presented a sheep whip to Master Lin Ge!"

"The last general, the thousand-house Xiao Nianying, the right guard of Wanquan, presented two sheep whips to Master Lin's head!"

"The last general, Wanquan Right Guard, He Youru, presented three sheep whips to Master Lin!"

...

After entering the city, the generals came straight to Lin Junran's temporary residence, but they all sent bloody sheep whips to express their feelings.

Xuanfu is not very big. The "Lin Weiran's body is weak and needs to nourish the sheep whip outside the frontier" has long been spread throughout Wanquan's Right Acropolis. After a conclusion, the generals here immediately decided to run outside the frontier overnight to find the freshest sheep for Lin Ge Lao.

whip.

Their idea is very simple: since there is nothing good to offer to Mr. Lin, then it is undoubtedly a part of their wish to find a fresh sheep whip outside the border.

Of course, they also vaguely realized that this might be a test for Mr. Lin for them. The sheep whip was just a reason, mainly to see if they were brave enough to go outside the border.

That's true, whether Lin Junran really needs it or just tests them, they already want to take advantage of the fact that Lin Ge Lao is performing well in Wanquan Right Acropolis.

It was still early, and the Chaoyang had not yet shone on the ground in the courtyard, but only stayed on the pillars in the west corridor.

Facing the general who kept sending sheep whips, Lin Fu followed Lin Junran's instructions, even if he sent more sheep whips, he would still register and accept them all as the order.

The generals were also happy to see that Mr. Lin took their sheep whip so readily and made their names.

Naturally, they don’t expect to be promoted by the current cabinet master with one or two sheep whips, but it is also a happy thing to make their name fall into the current cabinet master's eyes.

However, there are always exceptions in things. A tall young man walked in and said, "I am Mao Wei, the little qi of Wanquan Right Guard. I admire Master Lin very much. This time I also gave Master Lin a sheep whip!"

"If you have a small flag, don't join in the fun. Do you see the sign opposite the door?" Lin Fu has been responsible for registering and making books here, pointing outside and responding with a smile.

Mao Wei looked up at the direction he pointed, shook his head honestly and said, "I can't read!"

"That shop bought the Sheawa Sheep Whip at a high price of 800 yuan. You might as well send it there to sell the silver!" Lin Fu was busy checking the data and suggested with a kindness.

Mao Wei couldn't help but swallow and spit at the price, but shook his head firmly and said, "No, I still want to give this sheep whip to Master Lin, this is also my Mao Wei's expression to Master Lin.

A respect for you!”

Lin Fu didn't expect that this tall man was so stubborn. He couldn't help but look up at him more, pointing to the bamboo basket next to him and said, "You have also seen that there are dozens of sheep whips sent today, and you will still be missing.

That one?"

this……

Mao Wei looked at the bamboo basket on the ground full of sheep whips. Even if he had the appetite, he would not be able to finish it. What's more, the elegant cabinet master, who was really not as good as his sheep whip.

"It's not that my master looks down on you, but ordinary people have to sift the sand first when they eat. The grandmaster also has to set a threshold. If you want to blame, you blame you for being so strong, but you don't kill the Tartars.

Even a hundred households can't get through!" Lin Fu did not mean to look down on others, and he explained patiently.

Mao Wei knew very well that he could not blame the other person for not wanting the sheep whip of his small flag, but he argued seriously: "Who said I won't kill the Tartars anymore? The Tartars I killed can still be exchanged for a hundred households.

,only……!"

Lin Fu looked up at Mao Wei seriously, and quietly waited for the following.

Mao Wei sighed heavily, picked up the sheep whip and left a sentence: "I just blame me for being too greedy for money in the past. When I kill the Tartars next time, I will definitely not exchange money for others!"

Lin Fu watched Mao Wei leave, but shook his head helplessly, and actually knew what was going on in his heart.

The military merits of the Ming Dynasty had clear regulations and procedures: Anyone who killed an enemy army would face promotion or rewards for silver, which would be verified by the Ministry of War Military Selection and the Office Department, and after confirmation by the court, the Ministry of Revenue will be distributed uniformly.

However, the Ming Dynasty's work was inefficient. Whether it was rewarding silver or upgrading, it required a long wait, and the review was extremely strict, and even the final military achievements might not be recognized.

In addition, the upgrade of officers is actually a very long process. For example, there is not a level one difference between a hundred households and a thousand households, but a level ten gap.

It is precisely because some soldiers from the border army killed their heads, but were unwilling to wait for the court's reward, or they would take the initiative to choose to receive the reward silver instead of upgrading.

Under this environment, a more flexible method emerged: buying and selling military merits. The soldiers who bought military merits could easily upgrade their money, but the soldiers who killed the head did not suffer any loss. They sold military merits to other soldiers by selling them.

Thus, quickly monetize.
Chapter completed!