Timur has experienced so much first, from the initial resentment and rage to the current helplessness and disappointment... He no longer has any feelings for the Yuan Dynasty. When he is tired, destroy it!
As for himself, he seemed to have no ideas or goals. It didn't matter whether he was in a prisoner of war camp or not. He was happy to see others suffer misfortune.
Once people like Liu Bowen are released, there will definitely be no shortage of fun things and there will be no shortage of distinguished guests in the prisoner of war camp. This is a beautiful thing!
But Zhang Ximeng obviously didn't want to do this. He thought for a while and then said: "First of all, do you know what to order? I mean, do you have any unique talents or skills?"
He also rolled his eyelids first and asked, "Does carved green onion silk count?"
Zhang Ximeng laughed angrily, "Seriously, what about medical skills? Handicrafts, calligraphy and painting? Anyway, you have to be able to order something, right?"
At this time Xuexue suddenly spoke, "He will deliver babies to animals!"
"What?" Zhang Ximeng asked in shock: "You know how to be a veterinarian?"
It was only then that Timur remembered that he really had this skill.
"It's like this. It turns out that I have a lot of good horses in my house. There must be hundreds of them. Many of them are sent from Persia in the Western Region. They are very powerful horses. I'm afraid that my subordinates won't be able to take care of them. I will do them myself and breed them.
, deliver babies, treat diseases, repair horseshoes, shoe horses, I can also make saddles, and when it comes to raising horses, I am an expert, so this is not an insult to the Mongolian ancestors!"
"Bah! You shameless bastard... The Mongolian ancestors knew how to fight, but you will kill them!" Xuexue complained unceremoniously.
First, Timur was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "You, you're not much better...don't think I don't know. Before you were thirty years old, you liked to play with pigeons. You raised thousands of pigeons at home and watched them flying all over the sky every day.
, you were so happy. Later, the court wanted to give you an official position, but you refused in order to raise pigeons. Your father was so angry that he let all the pigeons fly. You cried bitterly for several days and became seriously ill.
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These two people are frantically exposing each other's scars. That's rude. Tu Jian, Fu Shou, Alu Hui and others all turned their heads to the side. They were officials in the same court and were in the same prisoner of war camp as these two guys. It's true.
What a shame!
Zhang Ximeng listened with great interest, because he found that the small prisoner of war camp was really full of talented people.
"First, let's see if this works. I'll hire you to take care of the livestock in the army. To be honest, how to raise cattle and horses and how to treat them when they are sick. We really lack talents here. You are still in a prisoner of war camp for the time being.
Here, I can arrange a special place for you, and the salary will be calculated according to the general banner, what do you think?"
Timur was stunned for a long time before he slowly said, "You want me to raise horses and cows?"
"right!"
"Then use these cattle and horses to deal with the Yuan Dynasty?"
"This... is not necessarily true. Do we still need to protect our homeland?" Zhang Ximeng said after considering it.
Unexpectedly, Timur was overjoyed in an instant, "Okay! That's great! I finally have something to do! I'm willing to take up my post at any time when I get there!"
Quite positive!
Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "How about celebrating the fifteenth day of the first lunar month? Let's celebrate the New Year with the big guys first!"
"No! Without further ado, the animals are sick and will die if left alone for a few days. I, I'll go after the fifth day of the Lunar New Year!" Timur looked at the others provocatively first. How about it? Don't you envy me?
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We are finally out of trouble and have something to do!
First of all, Timur doesn't care about his position. The key is that he has failed enough in most of his life. He failed to be a good official and brought the country to the point of collapse.
As a result, he was abandoned by the country and suffered injustice.
Of course he is a dog, but Yuan Ting is more like a dog. He hates Dayuan. It can be said that dog bites dog.
I must keep these cows and horses well!
Seeing that Xian Xian's fighting spirit is high, Xuexue, who has been fighting with him for so long, can't stand it anymore, so I have to find something to do!
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, do you want to use carrier pigeons?"
Zhang Ximeng pondered for a moment and then said: "Of course it is needed, but there are not many pigeons here who know how to raise them. The pigeons are thin, not good at flying, and they are still timid..."
Hearing what Zhang Ximeng said, Xuexue immediately cheered up, "Zhang Qingcheng, I don't blame those who raise pigeons at all. Let me tell you, for these pigeons, you have to start with an egg. The parents should be good, and the egg shape should be good.
Incubation must also be done carefully... When the pigeons come out, there are rules for what to feed and how to train them. The most important thing is to be willing to do the work and give good food! Only then will the pigeons fed in this way be big enough and good at it.
Flying, courageous, and smart... Many farmers raise pigeons and just throw a handful of grain. How can that work? A good pigeon is like a thousand-mile horse. You must pay attention to it, eat it and see it, and know what is good.
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Xue Xue kept talking, all she had to do was say, "Let me do it!"
Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but laugh, "In that case, just give it a try! But there is no official establishment for raising pigeons, and I can't give you an official title."
"No need!" Xue Xue was full of confidence, "As long as you give me some time to raise the pigeons, the message can be sent from Dadu to Jinling within three days. Don't look at the broad river. Pigeons can fly if they can't hold it. You
Just wait and see!”
These two men have found a new life, and everyone else in the prisoner-of-war camp is envious of them. But the problem is that they do not have these special skills. If only they had known that playboys also have spring, when they were young, they should have worked hard and learned more messy skills.
A little bit, it’s good to be prepared!
Zhang Ximeng looked at the others and focused on Tu Jian, "You are the Yuan Ting clan. This golden family has spread out, has many people, and is divided into many countries. I'm afraid outsiders can't tell... or else
Please work hard and revise the Golden Family lineage to help us understand some of the situation in Mongolia."
Tu Jian was startled for a moment, then finally nodded, "Okay, I can see that the Yuan Dynasty will be destroyed sooner or later, and we, the unworthy descendants, should do something."
In the blink of an eye, everyone has something to do, and only Naha, Alu Hui and others are left. What can they do?
Zhang Ximeng suddenly had an idea, "We are now planning to build a military academy, and the Lord himself gives lectures to many generals... You have all led the cavalry. What are your experiences? Do you want to give lectures too?"
"Lecture?" Naha was dumbfounded. He was a defeated general and went to class. Who would listen?
"You can't look at it this way. A ruler is short and an inch is long. What's more, we here are not good at using cavalry to learn from you. It is reasonable. I will tell the lord later that no one would dare to let the lord sit in the classroom.
Listen."
Hearing what Zhang Ximeng said, these people all shined, which is not bad. Although they lost on the battlefield, they could still get it back in class!
Especially in the battles on Taiping Road and Jiqing Road, they were beaten by Lao Zhu and lost their temper. To be honest, it was not that they were incompetent, but that the morale of the army had collapsed long ago, and it would be difficult to save them even if they were replaced by gods!
Be sure to review it carefully in class and treat it as a classic battle example.
Here they were chatting happily, and over there Liu Bowen came out holding a piece of advice.
A total of eighteen suggestions were sent to Zhang Ximeng.
"Sinners are scared and don't know how to repay the grace of the superior. I have only a little foolish opinion. If I can help the superior in case of emergency, the sinner will benefit even if he dies!"
After speaking, Liu Bowen respectfully handed this thing to Zhang Ximeng!
The work that Lao Liu put all his efforts into is naturally the work of the old god, it is extraordinary!
Zhang Ximeng took it in his hand and nodded solemnly, "I will give it to the lord later and study it carefully. Mr. Bowen, don't be too persistent. This is a great era when the world is shattered and the world is changing. Our pattern must be big and we must see more."
Far, longer, let go of yourself and think more about the world!"
Liu Bowen took a deep breath, bowed and saluted, "Thank you for the experience, sinners know!"
Zhang Ximeng chatted with the guys for a few more words before leaving.
That night, firecrackers were blasting in the prisoner-of-war camp, dumplings were fragrant, and a group of old men with different moods sat together, sipping bitter wine in their cups with different thoughts.
As a high-ranking official, he has a huge collection of fine wines, but have he ever gotten drunk?
Get drunk today and be a new person tomorrow!
On the other side, Zhang Ximeng went to Zhu Yuanzhang's mansion, and Empress Ma prepared a New Year's Eve dinner. Zhu Ying, Li Wenzhong, Zhu Wenzheng, including Lao Zhu's sister-in-law and brother-in-law Li Zhen, were all there.
The whole family was reunited, and Zhu Biao, who was not even a few months old, was also there.
This name was not given by Zhang Ximeng, but by Lao Zhu himself. I don’t know how many ancient books he read before he found this word!
Biao Congmu Congshi means the paradigm of celestial phenomena.
In other words, this child is not only the young master of the Zhu family army, but also the eldest brother of all the disciples in the future. He must set an example and be the first to set an example. Just such a name can tell how much Lao Zhu cares about this child.
"Mr. Zhang, Biao'er's teacher must be you! After two or three years, let him study with you!" Lao Zhu raised this matter again.
Zhang Ximeng smiled slightly, "My lord thinks highly of me, so it is my blessing. But if I want the eldest son to inherit the foundation, studying is not enough... The things written in the book are just placed there and can be taken over at any time.
It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. Only what you have experienced personally is truly yours. As the son of the lord, there are too many classics and history collections, poems and songs if you are willing to learn them. If you are unwilling to learn them, there is no need to force them. There are too many
Nothing worthy of his efforts is found in books."
Lao Zhu was surprised. This was the first time he heard this statement.
However, he thought about it for a while and realized that those three years of wandering were really an indispensable treasure for him to be where he is today.
It’s not that there is anything worthy of admiration in suffering, but the tough character, survival wisdom, and ability to recognize people and assess situations that were honed in that desperate situation... These qualities are as Lao Zhu’s status gets higher and higher, so does his strength.
The more powerful you become, the more important your role becomes, and these are not things you can learn from books.
"Sir, what you said makes us wonder how to teach this little thing!" Lao Zhu said, reaching out and carefully holding Zhu Biao in his arms, like a treasure.
There is also a beautiful jade pendant around the child's neck... Don't forget it, may you live a long and prosperous life!
"To be honest, from a father's point of view, it would be good if the child can be safe and live a long life, right?"