"Let's begin." Seeing all the soldiers lined up neatly, Wen Yuan said in a deep voice to the flag officer beside him. After the flag officer received the order, he fluttered the red flag in his hand, and more than a thousand soldiers shouted in unison:
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The drums sounded, and more than a thousand sergeants stepped forward to the drum beat, one step at a time. Each step was extremely precise. They formed a neat queue in front, back, left, behind, vertically and horizontally.
After walking for dozens of steps in this way, the team was not at all confused!
Wen Yuan touched the velvet under his chin with joy. This is the strong soldier he wanted! Thinking back to when he first started practicing, how could one word describe how miserable the team was?
They couldn't tell the difference. When the commander shouted the order, the team was in chaos. This went on for several days, and the soldiers were really tortured. Later, Zhang Jia saw that many corrections had no effect, and even the always effective hitting of the military stick could not work.
To prevent mistakes, each soldier was tied with a cloth band on his right arm, and the situation gradually improved.
Outside the school grounds, the onlookers also let out bursts of admiration, and pointed at the military formation from time to time. Some naughty children also imitated in a decent manner, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.
This is also a characteristic of Wenyuan's army. The training is open to the common people, not to mention that there are a group of common people watching. The soldiers are all very energetic during the training and do not dare to embarrass themselves in front of their fathers and fellow villagers.
Forward, retreat, turn left, turn right, rush, evade, unit, detachment, combination, mixed formation... Various orders are sent out through different flags, and the order of each camp is exactly the same, and the march is not chaotic at all!
"Okay! Jun Yi's military training is really extraordinary. I'm afraid even if Wu Qi is reborn, Sun Wu will feel inferior after seeing the soldiers trained by Jun Yi!" You must know that Wen Yuan was a weak boy who only participated in military training for a few days in his previous life.
At this time, he only won Ding Yuan's appreciation with his physical physique. When it was his turn to train, he only had some of the essence summed up by later generations of military strategists in his mind, but he had never practiced it. Without Zhang Jia to help him, he would have
I really can’t do it myself.
Wen Yuan looked at it happily for a long time. When all the villages finished their exercises and the exhibition was in place, he let out a low sigh of admiration!
"I don't dare to take the credit, it's all because the techniques taught by my lord are exquisite and the soldiers have trained hard." He opened his jaw and bowed his hands in gratitude.
"Next, we will make them familiar with the method of training weapons. In two months, this army will be able to go out and see the world."
"Oh? What do you mean, lord?" Zhang Jia reacted very quickly. Wen Yuan only revealed a little information, but he had already roughly guessed it and turned his eyes to the west.
Wen Yuan squinted his eyes, a flash of light flashed through his eyes, and he laughed and said: "Yes, it's the bandit!"
While the two were talking, Zhang Yu suddenly arrived and told them that a distinguished guest was coming.
Wen Yuan's heart trembled, and he subconsciously touched the jade pendant with the word "Mi" in his pocket, and said lightly: "Oh? Wuji Zhenyan? Does Junyi know the origin of this person?"
"I know a little bit about Zhen Yan. He is the head of the Zhen family, a wealthy family in Hebei Province. He is a Wuji person in Zhongshan. He is also a descendant of Zhen Han, the Taibao of the Han Dynasty. He is an official with two thousand stones. His father Zhen Yi is the highest official in Cai Ling. Three years ago
Zhen Yi has three sons, Zhen Yan is the second son, but because the eldest son Zhen Yu died young, Zhen Yan is now in charge of the Zhen family's property."
Seeing that Wen Yuan did not comment, he opened his jaw and continued: "The Zhen family has a fortune of tens of millions. They are in charge of departments, and have business interests in Hebei, Qing, and You. They make thousands of gold every day and are as rich as the country. It is said that there are thousands of hectares of fertile land in various places.
He has tens of thousands of slaves and servants, recruits thousands of private soldiers at home, and even builds a series of strong forts in Wuji. He is just like a local emperor."
That's right! Wen Yuan reached out and touched the jade pendant with the word "Mi" on his chest, and then pulled Zhang Jia down from the high platform.
From a distance, Wen Yuan saw a large group of people gathered outside the school grounds. The leader was twenty-five or six years old, with a rosy face and greased lips. As expected, he had a good appearance. Zhen Mi was originally beautiful, and his brother
Zhen Yan is so handsome and elegant, which makes Wen Yuan quite envious of his father Zhen Yi's genes. If he and Zhen Mi are in the future... "Forget it, let's wait until Mi'er grows up for a few more years!" Wen Yuan said a little bit
Evil thoughts.
Zhen Yansheng was so handsome and handsome, and he was dressed in brocade clothes and jade belt, standing out among the chickens. Wen Yuan quickly walked a few steps, raised his hands and saluted, saying: "Oh, Liao, I really didn't know that Brother Zhen was coming, so I didn't welcome you from afar. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Although it was the first time we met.
, but this sentence alone brought the relationship between the two closer at once.
Zhen Yan smiled and returned the courtesy and said: "Haha, the general is too polite. Zhen Yan has admired the general's name for a long time and has long wanted to pay his respects. This visit has been disrespectful. I should be the one to apologize to the general."
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Wen Yuan waved his hand and said: "Okay, Brother Zhen! You and I will stop being polite here. Brother Zhen is passing by my place, and Liao Zi should show his friendship as a landlord. Brother Zhen will follow me to the big tent for a banquet."
"After saying that, regardless of whether Zhen Yan agreed or not, he took Zhen Yan's arm and pulled him towards the camp.
Zhen Yan, a businessman, could not withstand Wen Yuan's enthusiasm. He nodded hurriedly and said: "In that case, Yan will bother you."
Wen Yuan led Zhen Yan into the tent, refusing to sit in the main seat but facing Zhen Yan. He sat under Wen Yuan with his jaw open. In a short time, the food and wine were placed on the table.
After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere became lively. Zhen Yan said: "I came here today to prepare a small gift for my little sister, who was rescued by the Japanese and Mongolian generals. I want to express my gratitude and look forward to the general's subordinates."
After saying that, he clapped his hands lightly, and several of his men struggled to carry a large wooden box up. When the lid of the box was opened, it was filled with yellow gold, and the whole tent was immediately coated with a golden light!
With such a big box, I’m afraid I don’t have five hundred gold? Such a huge amount of wealth is enough for several households to last for a lifetime! Zhen Yan is a businessman after all, and he wants to see Wen Yuan’s expression at this time with great interest. He is leisurely and leisurely.
He took out a folding fan from his waist.
Unexpectedly, the box was placed in the big tent. Wen Yuan just glanced at it without looking at it. Zhen Yan looked carefully and found that Wen Yuan had no greed at all, and couldn't help but admire it secretly.
In fact, how could Zhen Yan know Wen Yuan's thoughts? If it were in the previous life, Wen Yuan would have plunged into this pile of gold and never wanted to get out.
But it is the end of the Han Dynasty, and what Wenyuan is most lacking now is food. Gold cannot be used as food. I remember a drought and locust disaster in the first year of Xingping (i.e. 194). People ate each other, and a handful of food increased to more than 50
Ten thousand yuan, that is to say, with so much gold in front of you, you can only exchange it for ten bushels of grain at most, which is not enough to feed an adult man for half a year!
Therefore, having food is the last word. Facing these yellow and white things, Wen Yuan really couldn't keep his spirits up.
It seems that it was the folding fan in Zhen Yan's hand that sparked Wen Yuan's idea. I remember that it was I who gave the folding fan to the little Loli, and I didn't want it to spread unintentionally.
Zhen Yan has been in business since he was a child, has a fortune of tens of millions, and has extraordinary knowledge. The fact that he can catch his eye shows that there is indeed a market for this thing in the upper class. It is late autumn now, and he still carries it with him.
Wen Yuan had also worked as a salesman in his previous life. He immediately seized a business opportunity and said with a smile: "Brother Zhen, I wonder if you can lend me the folding fan you are holding."
"Oh, it turns out this thing is called a folding fan. It's really appropriate!" Zhen Yan came to her senses after a while and hurriedly handed the fan to Wen Yuan and said with a smile: "It is said that this thing was the first of its kind by the general. I met my little sister every day.
They all held on to one handle and couldn't let it go. They were surprised and borrowed it to have a look. I didn't expect this thing to be so ingenious, so I asked the craftsmen of the tribe to make a batch of imitations..."
"Hold the handle tightly..." Wen Yuan muttered softly, feeling sweet in his heart. A stunning picture like a budding flower bud suddenly appeared in Wen Yuan's mind. He was lost in thought for a moment, until he opened his jaw and pushed gently.
After pushing him, he came to his senses.
Wen Yuan looked up and saw that Zhen Yan's eyes were inquiring. He obviously wanted to hear Wen Yuan's opinion on this copycat fan.
Wen Yuan unfolded the fan with a "wow" sound, and saw that the fan frame was made of fine pear wood, and the fan surface was made of high-grade silk. The fan surface was dyed white, and there were four words inscribed on it - wealth, honor and peace.
In terms of appearance, this thing is more than a hundred times higher than the one that Wenyuan made crudely. It was obvious that Zhen Yan had put a lot of effort into improving this thing. At this time, he could not hide the pride on his face. From this, it can be seen that
Guess he is optimistic about the sales prospects of this product.
Wen Yuan put away the fan and handed it to Zhen Yan with an expressionless face. He was thinking about how to make this fan play its greatest role. Zhen Yan was as rich as anyone in the country. With his support, his future rise would be smooth.
It is much flatter. If possible, you must tie Zhen Yan to your own chariot!
Zhen Yan was quite surprised to see that Wen Yuan's expression did not change when he looked at the fan, and he did not comment at all. He asked eagerly: "What do Wen Yuan think of my imitation?"
Wen Yuan squinted his eyes and sighed, staring at Zhen Yan's eager eyes, and said calmly: "Although the workmanship is excellent, in my opinion it is just mediocre."