With the war approaching, Liu Yu felt that he would soon leave his hometown to fight everywhere. As the eldest son of the family, he should find more ways to make money to maintain the family's livelihood.
Then, he thought of the days when he went on a hunting trip with the county governor. Because he saw a lot of horses, he was experienced and could tell the pros and cons of horses at a glance.
He then went to the Duyou Station in Jingkou and recommended himself to help them select good horses. There was a shortage of horses in the south, which was known to both the government and the public.
However, horses must also be present in some necessary places, such as the postal stations located all over the country. In order to send and receive letters conveniently and quickly, such communication stations can raise their own horses.
However, because they are not urgently needed on the front line, the horses owned by Duyou Station are of relatively poor quality. They are either old or weak in physical strength.
Running slower but still working, Liu Yu aimed at such a place and proposed to the owner of the inn that he could help him select good horses from horse racing shops around Jingkou, negotiate prices, and earn agency fees.
The Jingkou Tiger actually knows how to ride horses. When the station owner heard this, he shook his head and waved his hands, firmly not believing it. Liu Yu didn't care, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it. I can help you choose a horse for free first. You can try it for a few days. If you think it's good, I'll give you money.
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what's the result?
Within ten days, Liu Yu had made a lot of money, and his family's living standard skyrocketed.
"Don't worry, Mom. My horsemanship skills have been approved by the boss of the Duyou Station. If I lied to others, they wouldn't have noticed at a glance and wouldn't have paid me."
"That's right." Xiao Wenshou nodded slowly. Jinu always had his own ideas. As long as he could be sure, that would be the best.
"Tomorrow I'll go help them with horses again, make more money, and maybe find some other ways to make a living."
"Slave, help mother sell all these pieces of cloth tomorrow, and then go do your own business."
Xiao Wenshou pointed to the corner of the wall, and Liu Yu saw that there were many pieces of cloth piled up beside the gray-black mud wall. At a glance, there were as many as five or six pieces.
"Auntie, you worked so hard to weave these cloths. Why don't you keep them to make clothes for your two younger brothers? I can make a lot of money when I go to Souma!"
Liu Yu had said this so many times in the past few days, and Xiao Wenshou knew clearly that he didn't want to overwork himself.
But for so many years, she has worked day and night, and has long been accustomed to this kind of life. Her hands and feet are restless every day, always looking for something to do.
She shook her head and said with a smile: "Mom knows that you make a lot of money, and I can't compare with you. But these pieces of cloth were also woven by my mother with hard work. Although the money is small, the little you can save is worth it, don't you think?"
Liu Yu nodded and promised his mother that he would sell the cloth early tomorrow morning and then go to the Du Post Station.
There is also his own selfishness in this. Although the boss of the Du Post Station is generous and always gives him a lot of money, no matter how much money he makes there, it has nothing to do with making achievements.
Liu Yu still had his sights set on Beifu, where he could show off his skills...
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In the large tent of the Beifu soldiers, a young man in white clothes, holding a scripture in one hand and shaking a feather fan in the other, slowly walked to the bamboo fence in front of the tent.
When the guarding soldier saw him, he nodded and let him in without asking for any credentials.
"He Langjun's style is still so elegant." Xiaobing looked back and muttered.
The man in white sighed and threatened, "If you like, you can dress up tomorrow."
Good guy, how could he hear it? The two soldiers quickly silenced their voices and stood up straight, not daring to say anything more.
He Langjun walked into the tent waving his fan. Before he saw the general, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
What is this smell?
So gloomy, so miserable.
"You still know how to come back!" The purple-faced man sitting upright on the throne was none other than Beifu Yingyang General Liu Laozhi. Xiao He quickly put a smile on his face and rushed forward.
"Uncle, of course I am coming back, but there are some things that have delayed me."
Liu Laozhi felt better after seeing his nephew.
"How was your reading?"
He Wuji's face froze and he smiled and said: "I'm reading, I'm reading."
When it comes to reading, He Wuji's head hurts terribly.
Liu Laozhi was born in a family of military generals and had been in the army for generations. In the Jin Dynasty, an era where talking about metaphysics was a high standard, it is conceivable that soldiers and generals were lonely.
Although Liu Laozhi was brave and good at fighting, he still had low self-esteem about his own status. He didn't know where he saw He Wuji's reading talent, or whether he was the only one among his descendants who looked most like a scholar.
All in all, Liu Laozhi arranged a doctorate in Taixue for his most beloved nephew, intending for him to pursue a career in literature.
The results of it?
He Wuji had no interest in reading, and only liked to wield swords and guns. After two years of becoming a doctor of Taixue, he had not read many books. He only wore the white clothes that everyone wearing a doctorate in Taixue, which was quite popular with him.
Wear it almost every day.
Liu Laozhi sighed: "You are lying to me again. I heard that you have recommended many people to your account these days. How can you have time to study?"
He Wuji chuckled and came forward: "Since the general knows everything, why bother me."
"If I wanted to study, I would have stayed in Jiankang long ago. Why would I have to come to Jingkou?"
The boy handed him some tea, and He Wuji drank it. Seeing that his uncle was still frowning, he asked, "Uncle, why are you so sad? Who has offended you?"
When Liu Laozhi mentioned this matter, his face turned dark immediately.
"These Jingkou people are so unruly and unruly, it's really irritating!"
"Our soldiers in Beifu really need a lot of training. How could we let those Jingkou people take advantage of us!"
Thinking of the scene at that time, Liu Laozhi became so angry that he could not sit still. He threw the armor he had taken off angrily aside.
He Wuji was shocked when he heard that the Beifu soldiers had suffered a loss.
"Is what uncle said true?"
"Our Beifu soldiers are the most brave and skilled troops in the Jin Dynasty. They are the best in archery, horse riding, and shooting. How can we suffer a loss?"
Liu Laozhi was blinded by anger, and his big face became extremely blue and purple.
The tiger's fists were clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not all his fault!"
Following the direction of Liu Laozhi's line of sight, He Wuji quickly spotted the black-eyed Yuan Fei who had been beaten by Liu Yu.
"It's okay to provoke the villagers, even if you win! You actually let them take advantage of you even though you don't have any weapons. I'm even embarrassed to say that you are Beifu soldiers!"
"Especially the one named Liu Yu. Not only did he fight, but he was also the cruelest. It really made me lose face!"
Although Liu Laozhi was itching with hatred, he did not lose his mind. When he returned to the military tent, he immediately called Yuan Fei to his side to understand clearly the causes and consequences of what happened today.
I really don’t understand, I don’t know, and I’m even more angry when I understand!