Augustus Road

"Even if Cato wanted nothing from Rome, Rome still needed Cato." - Cicero

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I just don’t want you to become the second Gaia. You are a kind and good woman. In the future, I hope that when you are old and fat and have silver hair on your head, you can still be a wealthy citizen and my best female friend, Lepida. , happily going to various banquet venues, your jokes still make people laugh, your relatives and children have no worries about food and clothing, and respect you. They will engrave words of gratitude on your epitaph, but you are in Princia's name. , such a result is impossible, she must have been very negligent in her investment in this tavern in the past two or three years! Domuru, like Cicero, she is also the setting sun in the west. You must follow me to have a bright future. "After saying that, Lepidus burped two long wine burps with red eyes, stood up and wiped it clean with a sponge stick, then tied up his belt, walked into the backyard of the tavern, kicked open one of the doors, and inside, always low-level Heibrida was frantically "fighting hand to hand" with three naked women.

Lepida's intrusion caused a commotion in the room. The three women quickly gathered their clothes, jumped off the bed one by one, and left screaming. Lepida, who was left with scars all over her body, was still sitting there and yelling. Call.

"Okay! Today is the Festival of Falcon, a funeral festival designated after the Roman legion was defeated in Spain and lost nine thousand people. Today, we are not allowed to use weapons to fight. The always low-level Hebrida." Lepidus raised his eyebrows. Sitting on a narrow chair with his legs crossed, he made a pun.

Hebrida really didn't know what it meant that his in-laws paid a thousand sesterces today to invite him to stay here, and then drove away his little orioles smelling of wine. Then he sat naked on the bed, waiting for Lebida to speak.

"Are you still used to being a non-commissioned officer on duty at the Roman fortress?" Lepidus gargled with verbena water to dispel the drunkenness.

"Brother, I think it's okay, in terms of salary." Haibrida's tone contained neither dissatisfaction nor joy.

"Sometimes I think of the senior centurion Uteris when we were in the Seventh Legion..." Lepidah leaned his head on the back of the chair, and the sunlight filtering through the curtain suddenly illuminated half of his face. Overtly and covertly, "Actually, for you, life would be boring without guys like Uterius and Arminius. So when you were expelled from the legion, you preferred to stay in the Heliston. With the veterans.”

"There's nothing wrong with coming back home..." Hebrida said, then shouted against her will, saying yes, I felt bored after returning to Rome for a year or two, even if it was a dormitory. I can't bring myself to be very interested, but I still hope to pick up my sword and put on armor, not to be a puppet at the border fortress, but to go to the East to really fight with the barbarians, rob villages, rape women, and big-headed soldiers. Divide the spoils together, this is what I want.

Lepidus secretly smiled in his heart. The reason why Heibrida gets drunk every day now is because he suffers from value disorder. For thousands of years, soldiers and warriors will suffer from this disease once they leave the battlefield. So he gently put his hands in the verbena water. He dipped it in and washed it, and said in one breath: "I will arrange a job for you in the expeditionary force next year or the year after next. Will you do it?"

"Where to go?"

"Egypt, help Ptolemy XII reset. It is full of palm trees, camels, and women with slender waists and curvy breasts with dark and smooth skin. It will keep you happy for several years. Highbury Think about yourself now. Your daughter is married to my adopted son. My wife has enough makeup money for her whole life. She can still go to Baie with Bodie every month. Not only does her family have thousands or even tens of thousands of drachma Your savings and five hundred yogurts in Campania are available for rent - there is no point in continuing to live and enjoy it. Find some fun early and die happily in some glorious decisive battle. Isn't it the greatest value of your life to enter the Hall of Heroes in the Temple of War with Uteris? Don't you still want to wear a purple and white robe and argue with those specially selected fathers in the Temple of Concord? "

Hebrida let out a long breath, lay down on the bed, and said, "You are right, but I still have a wish. I haven't avenged that bastard Pompey yet!"

Lepidus stood up and threw the clothes hanging on the pole behind the door frame to his in-laws, "Of course there is no problem. You go to Egypt immediately and become the chief centurion of the mercenary army for Pharaoh. I will help you run it. Fight for two or three years, enjoy ten talents a year, kill men, play with women, have enough fun, and then - remember, stick together with all the Romans there, and try to keep the Pharaoh away. Don’t use your sword fighting, and if anything happens to the Pharaoh, just remember to help his daughter Cleopatra, and just say you are mine.”

"I didn't expect that the only time I served as chief centurion in my life was for the Egyptian goatees." Hebrida grunted, and then she threw the clothes thrown by Lepida onto the bed and shouted. But no, let the three little orioles and squabs fly back again. The Roman warriors will never give up halfway.

Li Bida shook his head, walked out, and waved to the few secret servants who were still standing outside the door, indicating that they could continue to work.

Stradi Plain is located at the junction of Campania and Rome. Although Campania has a reputation as a wealthy gathering area, all the villas and manors seem to stretch their necks towards the Bay of Naples. Upside down, Strady, which is rich in grain and fruit trees, still looks like a paradise.

However, when a group of architects and craftsmen belonging to Crassus entered, this changed drastically. Crassus used a large amount of money to rent large tracts of connected land from the poor who had benefited from Caesar's new land: I think these people really want to obtain land from the state for farming. They have long been accustomed to selling tickets to make a living, and they don't want to pick up hoes and sickles again and suffer the same hardships as their ancestors. Because the new land law stipulates that the rationed land obtained by the people can not only be rented out, but can also be sold after twenty years. Crassus seized this point, leased the land, and poured money into it in the name of the foundation. , helped resettle Pompeii's veterans, and arranged for his own people to take control of the agricultural and commercial lifeline here.

Of course, Crassus would not kill the sword himself. The person who specifically handled this matter was Lepidus, the chief deacon of the foundation.

One's own people are equal to Lepidus, and Lepidus are one's own people. This belief is becoming more and more solid in Crassus' mind.

This plain is planned to be built into a veteran's colony that can accommodate 3,000 people. It has all the facilities. Anyway, with the sponsorship of the country, Lepidus is not going to save even half a Si here. Each veteran's residence is made of bricks for four people. Apartment buildings, and each centurion can get a small house with reading capacity, known as "one-house people". The streets are centered on the small circular Colosseum and radiate outward in the shape of a wheel. Next to the small Colosseum is the temple of Lares, the communal god who protects the entire city. Then lined up are the Temple of War, the Temple of Minerva, and the Temple of the Earth Mother, with small Nuns outside. The statue of the King of Horses stands there, and in the south of the city is a "camping market" surrounded by three gabled walls. Specialized knights were responsible for raising funds for its construction, and three large warehouses were set up for the trading of bulk agricultural products.

More importantly, Lepidus also spent his own money to build a beautiful public cemetery for veterans on the outskirts of Strady. (To be continued.)