Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 648 Dancing Princess vs Admiral Dongchang 13

"To be honest, general, my brother was once a member of the cavalry battalion. Since I was a child, I have heard his brother tell many stories about the cavalry battalion's role in protecting the family and the country. Now that the cavalry battalion is in trouble, I can't bear it."

Quan Jiu took off his bamboo hat, revealing a white jade mask, and stared at Wu Feihu with his black eyes sincerely.

When Wu Feihu heard her explanation, his expression softened slightly and he lost his previous indifference and asked:

"Who is your brother's surname? Which lieutenant is he working for now?"

The soldiers in the cavalry battalion were as close as brothers, and he had an instinctive affection for their family members.

Quan Jiu shook his head gently: "Brother is dead."

He did not die on the battlefield fighting for his country, but died in this deep palace.

The third brother has been fighting all his life. He has always longed for the life in the desert and disdained palace disputes. But in the end, he still could not escape the fate of a royal child.

Seeing the lonely look on her face, Wu Feihu instinctively thought that her brother had died on the battlefield, so he raised his hand and patted her shoulder heavily.

"The soldiers of the cavalry battalion fought for the country and never regretted it. He completed his mission. I believe he is happy."

The dead have passed away, but the living must continue.

"Maybe."

Quan Jiu smiled perfunctorily and turned the topic back to military pay.

"What's the current situation of the cavalry battalion?"

Wu Feihu: "I'm not optimistic, come with me."

…

suburbs.

A dilapidated village.

Quan Jiu looked at the soldiers living in thatched huts, drinking green vegetables and white porridge, clenching his fists:

"Chu Tuo will let you live in a place like this?"

If Shen Lang was Chu Tuo's first hard nut to crack after he ascended the throne, then the cavalry battalion was undoubtedly the second.

The soldiers in the cavalry battalion were loyal and only had her third brother in their hearts. Chu Tuo had no way of subduing them.

Wu Feihu was startled when he heard her calling the emperor by his name, and then he showed a sigh of relief:

"The Three Emperors...when General Meng was still there...the cavalry camp was very prosperous. Every time they returned to court in triumph, the food and accommodation were of the highest quality. Although the soldiers never said it with their mouths, they were all proud of it in their hearts."

Chu Tuo wanted to break their pride and wait for them to surrender.

Although Quan Jiu has never seen it with his own eyes, he has heard of the glory of the cavalry battalion:

"How long has this been going on?"

Wu Feihu: "One year."

A whole year.

The once brilliant and dazzling elite team, which frightened the enemy, was forced to become a bottom team, where anyone can step on it.

Quan Jiu saw the look of nostalgia and sadness in his eyes, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

When the third brother was captured, another deputy general of the cavalry battalion, Yang, led his troops directly into the imperial city, and finally died tragically at Hongwumen and died heroically.

As a loyal supporter of Third Brother, Wu Feihu led the remaining soldiers to surrender at that time, which Quan Jiu could not understand.

"General, are you back?"

A soldier took the initiative to say hello and gave him two chicken drumsticks, "I asked the kitchen to make a few more."

Wu Feihu pushed back: "I have already eaten in the palace, leave it to the other brothers."

The soldier disagreed and pushed him several times, but in the end Wu Feihu said solemnly.

"This is an order."

The soldiers had to leave with the chicken legs.

Arriving at the camp, Quan Jiu saw two soldiers writing letters together at a glance. The hands that had been wielding swords and knives for a long time had not held a pen for a long time, so their movements were a bit funny.

Neither of them noticed their arrival and were still looking at each other and joking.

"Brother Zhang, you sent all the money you received to your sister-in-law again, so what will you eat next month?"

"Aren't you in charge of steamed buns?" Brother Zhang is over thirty years old and has a fleshy body.

"Where can I eat steamed buns every day... ugh."

After the third prince was imprisoned, the treatment in the cavalry camp plummeted, but in order not to worry the wives and children at home, everyone tried their best to hide it.

Wu Feihu stood at the door and listened for a while, without disturbing him, and left quietly with Quan Jiu.

"Doctor Shen, I made you laugh."

Quan Jiu hit the nail on the head: "If he had known that he would be in such a situation today, would General Wu have surrendered in the first place?"

Wu Feihu was always stunned by her bold remarks, but he still cooperated and gave answers.

"meeting."

He nodded.

Quan Jiu frowned: "Why?"

Wu Feihu doesn't look like someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Only when I am alive can General Meng have hope of living."

General Meng was referring to Meng Lan, the third brother of the original owner.

"Although the cavalry battalion is in decline, it is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others. Otherwise, the Holy Spirit would not just let the Hubu take action."

Because he himself did not dare to confront the cavalry battalion head-on.

Quan Jiu looked at Wu Feihu. Only when Meng Lan was mentioned, hope flashed through his dull eyes. Her eyes dropped and fell on the long bow in his hand. She could not tell the news of Meng Lan's death.

"I see."

Chu Tuo must have promised Wu Feihu that as long as the cavalry battalion did not rebel, Meng Lan would live in peace in prison.

Wu Feihu's eyes were firm: "General Meng promised me that he would come out of the prison alive."

On the day Meng Lan was arrested, it was he who persuaded him to give up resistance and not make unnecessary sacrifices.

At first, he naturally refused, but Meng Lan assured him that he would return safely.

In so many wars that were completely impossible to win, General Meng led them to turn defeat into victory and created miracles.

This time, he believed he could do the same.

………

That night, Quan Jiu sent someone to give Wu Feihu a silver note of 100,000 taels.

Wu Feihu naturally refused to accept it. The person who sent the message only said one sentence - "This is given to you by the third prince." Wu Feihu was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse again.

Quan Jiu originally thought that she was making money quickly, but now that she has to raise an army, coupled with sophisticated combat equipment, good horses and BMWs, her little money is not enough for everyone to squander.

After reading the account book, she couldn't help but bury herself in it and expressed her sincere emotion:

"So poor."

Cuizhu looked at the string of zeros on the account book and was speechless:

"Miss, I have never seen so much money in my life. If you can only rank second in making money, no one will dare to rank first."

In her eyes, Quanjiu is comparable to the God of Wealth, and there are a series of things in her head, all of which are brilliant ideas for making money.

"There are just some things that I don't understand very well..."

Cuizhu picked his head and pointed at the business manual.

"Miss, what is...V, VIP customer? What is marketing planning?"

Even though Quan Jiu had taught her, her English was still hot.

Quan Jiu rubbed her head: "You'll know tomorrow."

………

She directly copied the marketing methods of modern Beijing, Bao, and Xixi.

Full discounts, red envelopes, lucky draws, VIP points system, group buying...

"For a group of three, you can get a 20% discount; for a group of five, one person is free of charge, and door-to-door delivery is also available..."

The people passing by curiously stared at the red paper posted at the door. They had never heard of the term "free of charge". Small businessmen and hawkers were all poor people. They would not be willing to pay less than half a copper to buy vegetables, let alone free money.

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(End of chapter)