"No." A sharp voice echoed in the palace.

Everyone looked at him and saw that the man was wearing a short shirt and a hat, and was obviously a little ghost master.

Seeing everyone present looking at him, the little ghost master named A Shibei put down the teacup in his hand.

Seeing so many people looking at him, I was still a little nervous.

After all, he is a little ghost master and is relatively poor.

But he knew that he had to say that this was related to the survival plan of his small tribe.

He stuttered: "King, King, why can't we build countless checkpoints and battle bases in Ziqi Kingdom to resist the attack of the Hu people?"

"That's right, why can't we set up checkpoints and battle bases on our territory?" His words were approved by most of the ghost masters, and even supported by many great ghost masters.

These ghost masters shouted and looked at the king's romance.

Huang Ju looked at these ghost masters coldly and understood their little plan in his heart. They were building a postcard battle base in their own tribe or copycat to resist the attack of the Hu people.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This is what the Han people said. Each ghost master has his own abacus and just wants to protect his own territory and cannot form a joint force at all.

He nodded and signaled the palace guards to arrange two things in each of the big and small ghost masters.

For all the ghost masters in one year, there were a pair of chopsticks on their desks, and they were also a pair of chopsticks.

All the ghost masters don’t understand the meaning of the vermicelli. Is it a banquet for guests?

But the banquet didn't take out so many chopsticks. Do you think we have fewer people? If you knew that we should have brought more people to you?

Didn’t you say that it’s useless to not eat?

Huangju saw the mouths of these ghost masters twitching constantly, and there was no way they knew what they were thinking.

He smiled faintly and whispered: "Sorry, it's not time to eat yet."

"Since it's not time for lunch, why put the chopsticks on it again?" Ah Shibei was unhappy, obviously unhappy.

Not only is the little ghost master A Shibei like this, but even the other ghost masters are not happy.

Since we are not a banquet, why put the chopsticks on it? Now put the chopsticks on it, isn’t it to make us slander?

Thinking of this, some ghost masters suddenly got up from their seats, some bowed their hands, some just spoke, and didn't say anything, and they all left the palace one after another.

Huangju still smiled faintly: "I prepared a banquet today at noon and evening. Don't get me wrong, all ghost masters."

"King, did you actually prepare a banquet this time?" Ah Shibei couldn't believe his ears.

Because the king was so poor that he was not much better than the little ghost masters, he came to discuss matters before, and at most some light meals were served.

Could it be that the sun comes out to the west and can actually entertain the ghost master?

"After a word is spoken, how can I regret it?" Huang Qu glanced at all the ghost masters and said lightly.

When all the ghost masters heard this, they were overjoyed and sat down one after another.

Seeing the ghost masters of all sizes sitting down, Huang Ju didn't know what he felt. This king might be the poorest king in the world.

Fortunately, it was different with Cheng Ping, the Minister of Commerce, and finally I had the confidence to say tough words.

After the Ghost Lord sat down, he looked at Huangju, and finally had a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Some of them travel hundreds of miles, and if they say they are just a light meal, they can't say anything.

It’s not that Huang Ju doesn’t know what these ghost masters think, after all, he is just a nominal king.

Since I don’t have much real power, even if I want to hold a banquet, I was short of money before.

When Huang Qu saw the expression of the ghost master, he felt a sense of pride that he had never had before.

This king should do what he was. He used to be like the servants of these ghost masters.

He coughed and glanced at the things on the various ghost master's case: "The lonely banquet has been prepared for you, but this matter still needs to be done at present."

"Why do you have to do it? Isn't it time for the banquet now?" As Shibei just sat down and stood up from the chair.

Huang Ju looked at him lightly and said, "This has nothing to do with the banquet, but let you try your strength. Are you not strong men? See if you can break these two things?"

"It's that simple?" Ah Shibei looked at the things in front of him, unable to believe his eyes and ears.

Although the tone of the vernal sentence is plain, it cannot be rejected: "Of course, this is just simple, please give me a try."

Not only that, A Shibei also asked: "King, if you break all the chopsticks, will there be a reward?"

He is a ghost master who is jealous of money. Since you are the king, you should have a reward.

"Of course there is a reward, and the reward is 500 taels of silver." The verbal sentence is rare.

Hearing this, all the ghost masters couldn't help but feel happy.

"Start from below, there will be silver if any break is broken." The verbal sentence was announced immediately.

"Papa" Ah Shibei was the first to start, and he quickly broke a pair of chopsticks.

When the second thing comes, it is a pair of chopsticks. He is currently at a time, no less than twenty pairs.

He yelled, his face was exposed, and his forehead was even wet with sweat, but it still didn't break.

The other ghost masters did not believe it. After all, these ghost masters were strong men and could not believe that the chopsticks could not be broken.

Half of the incense stick has passed, and these ghost masters can only lament that except for being able to break a pair of chopsticks, no one can break a pair of chopsticks.

Seeing that the chopsticks in his hand still existed, these ghost masters did not break it even if they used all their strength. They were all ashamed.

Huang Ju smiled and looked at all the ghost masters: "Dear ghost masters, don't fold a pair of chopsticks easily, just fold a pair of chopsticks."

"King, that's true." In full view of everyone, these ghost masters had to admit this.

Huangju nodded and continued: "What if a pair of chopsticks represent a ghost master, and a pair of chopsticks represent all ghost masters?"

"King, we are not born to be afraid of Hu people." Ah Shibei stood up and said.

The other ghost masters also nodded and said yes.

Huang Qu looked at the ghost master on the scene, and his tone was calm and gentle: "For the Hu people, a ghost master is a pair of chopsticks, and a pair of chopsticks represents the country of Qi."

Hearing this, all the ghost masters couldn't help but look at each other.

What does the vernal sentence mean? Does he want to integrate the thirty-seven ghost masters together?

Could it be that he was like the Song Dynasty, taking back the power of the ghost master to the king?

However, the king of Qi Kingdom had the power to convene a meeting, and did not have the power to issue commanders.

But if the Hu people reached the state of Ziqi, should the ghost masters take their own actions or listen to the king's orders in unison?

This is too difficult, it is very difficult for both the king and the ghost master. What should I do?

These ghost masters looked at the chopsticks in front of them and recalled the words they had just said, and they all fell into deep thought.

Huang Ju didn't care what they thought, and waved his hand and signaled that the Minister of Revenue would speak.

The Minister of Revenue Haiyuan opened the account book and settled the accounts for these big and small ghost masters.

Hearing that he wanted to settle the score, the ghost masters immediately calmed down, put down the teacup, and pricked up their ears, for fear of missing a word.

When they heard that the business this year was joined by the little saints, they were both surprised and happy. Seeing the products they handled, they just had a business this year?

Sure enough, with Zhaojiazhuang this year, their business is extremely prosperous this year.

Although it has only been half a year this year, the income from last year's income by selling horses and replacing the goods from Dasong is equivalent to that of last year.

The ghost masters of all sizes with big mouths were immediately asked by the king to pay the amount of money they invested in amid the praises.

Suddenly, the entire palace became a vegetable market, full of screams and howlings of ghost masters of all sizes.

The lingering sentence takes things that the ghost master has never seen before and overwhelms all the ghost master's voices: "Stop, stop."

These ghost masters were shocked. What kind of magical artifact was this that turned the king's voice so loud.

They couldn't help but look at the king, and most of the ghost masters' eyes suddenly showed a greedy look.

Some little ghost masters looked at this thing with their eyes, and their saliva had fallen and they didn't know.

"The Minister of Commerce Cheng Ping came out." Huang Ju ignored their eyes and expressions and continued to speak according to his own ideas.

Cheng Ping was a Han man in his early twenties, wearing a Confucian shirt and a gentle temperament.

He bowed to all the ghost masters of all sizes, and then said, "Dear Ghost Masters, this Secretary has notified Song Shang to bring firearms and weapons. Please see the effect before talking about it."

The ghost master's eyes became strange, some were full of doubts, some were full of confusion, and some were full of light.

Didn’t the little saint rely on it to defeat the Hu people? What is it and how powerful is it?

Its price is actually worth a war horse. Is it really worth it?

Whether it is true or false can be seen with your own eyes now.

With all kinds of moods, these ghost masters rushed out and came to the palace to an open space outside.

Cheng Ping asked a man named Dink to find a cow, and tied it with a rope to the nose, and tied it under a tree as thick as a bowl.

Because the grass is very lush, the cow is very satisfied and has no idea that danger is coming and is devoted to eating grass.

Dingke is not old and is less than twenty years old. He is very thin and lit up the sky thunder and threw it at the tripe.
To be continued...