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Chapter 1349: Rebellion against oneself [asking for monthly ticket]

This name sounds a little familiar.

It seems like I heard it somewhere recently.

Luo San asked again: "What is this person's situation?"

The county governor said: "Not a human being."

Luo San: "..."

The county magistrate leaned towards the cell next door, leaning against the iron bars to save some energy: "...How could the King of Kangguo know how to play? The second volume says that this person is a second-rank upper-class Wenxin, a child of destiny from a poor family, and when he was just over ten years old, he followed the surname Shen to fight in the south and the north, from Heyin County to Longwu County, participated in the Battle of Ten Crows, and turned around to fight more than a dozen northwestern warlords, and he was almost never absent. She is good at fighting and governing. She is the Minister of Agriculture at a young age, and it seems that she is going to take over the vacant position of the Right Prime Minister of the Ministry of Shangshu... The most important thing is that this is a woman! Shen Youli is also a woman, isn't this just an attempt to force momentum?"

Most countries do not have a Shangshu Ling.

Zuo Pushe and You Pushe are the actual leaders of the Shangshu Province, and can be called the left and right prime ministers. Kang State has Shangshu Ling Chu Yao, so if Lin Feng also has the title of Kaifu Yitong Sansi Tong Zhongshu Menxia Sanpin, he will also be a legitimate right prime minister.

Not to mention that this person also manages the Sinong Temple.

The county magistrate didn't really understand why there was such a weird part-time job, just as he didn't understand why Qin Li, the Junior Tutor of Kangguo, was also the Minister of Rites and the Grand Historian. It always gave people the feeling that they were being stingy and paying one salary for many tasks. Could he handle that?

Luo San: "Why not rely on real ability?"

The county magistrate didn't need to look at Luo San to know what his eyes meant. "It's not that I look down on women. I just don't like forced publicity. If one's virtue is not worthy of the position, there will be disaster. It will be more convincing to wait for three to five years before competing with heroes."

In troubled times, force and violence are valued.

Lin Feng has a good resume but his reputation is too low.

You have to warm up first, do more publicity, and create a good atmosphere before launching it, so that it will be more easily accepted by the world. If you can't make it famous, it will always be a little lacking: "...Of course, if this lady is really as powerful as the biographies of famous ministers and famous scholars reveal, and has real military achievements and political achievements, then I will-"

"So what do you do?"

The person asking the questions was not Luo San, but a female voice.

The county magistrate smiled and said, "Then I will present you with the Dubi pants."

This is the greatest respect that the loser can show to the winner in the ranger circle.

The dark female voice fell silent for a while before she said in an intriguing tone, "Then you should maintain your original opinion."

The person who came was an old acquaintance of Luo San.

The rope dart warrior.

"The Lord should have told Marquis Luo about the settlement of his old subordinates, but they are not very willing to do so and are worried about a mutiny. If Marquis Luo is free, could you go and persuade them in person?" Marquis Luo's cell was not locked, and the door was opened by General Shengdiao himself.

Luo San stood up from the straw mat and said, "Please lead the way."

Peace returned to the dungeon.

On the way, Luo San asked the rope dart general: "There is only one in a million second-rank scholar, the age and gender match, and he has a northern elegant accent... Have I seen Lin Feng?"

There were no telegraphs or cell phones in those days, and communication was not smooth. Even if you were working in a certain place, you couldn't know the latest situation of your colleagues in the first place. So far, the rope escort general has not seen Lin Feng. However, she knew that several groups of elite troops had received special tasks to rest and tidy up the wasteland. She had heard her sister, who was on vacation at home, mention this situation before - 90% of them were in cooperation with the Sinong Temple's tasks.

If this time is no exception——

That lady might really come here.

Rope Escort General: "It's possible. Why did Lord Luo suddenly ask this? Where did you see the scholar of the second rank?"

"It's in front of the battle."

When the Rope Dart general heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Before the battle? Could it really be her?"

The feature of being a top-level second-class talent is extremely rare, and combined with the other labels, it is no different from directly reporting Lin Feng’s ID card.

Luo San was silent for a long time.

No matter how rare the medical practitioners in the world are, you can still find a few if you are willing to look for them. It is reasonable for the lady to brag that she has the best medical practitioner in her tent. But isn't it a bit outrageous that the Minister of Agriculture of Kangguo, the future Right Prime Minister, also appeared here?
He asked tentatively: "Is your master from Kang nationality?"

The so-called scattered soldiers are actually fake. Is this force a layout made by Kangguo in the central region? Or is it a vanguard army?
This can explain why such a small force can produce so many talented people.

"Ah."

"Is he a relative of the royal family?"

He didn't know how many people there were in the royal family of Kang State, but he made this guess based on normal logic - from the current perspective, the queen had a high degree of control over this group of "guerrillas" and could command and dispatch them freely - if this was really a spy planted by Kang State in the central region, the person commanding this army must be a close confidant of the king, otherwise he would have gone solo long ago if he had any evil ideas.

Can the King of Kang trust other people?
Aren’t you afraid that the dog will never come back after being beaten by a meat bun?
When local warlords become powerful, they can command their own troops and rebel, not to mention the enclave warlords who live far away from the emperor. With financial allocations and elite troops in hand, who would bow down to them and call themselves their subjects?

In this kind of situation, it is natural to give more peace of mind to your own people.

The Rope Dart General thought for a moment and said, "A relative? That doesn't count, right?"

He is the only heir in the royal family.

Not to mention the collateral relatives, even the harem in the master's backyard is still vacant.

"Not really?"

Was my guess wrong? Or did the lady have the will to be independent, so Kangguo sent Lin Feng to supervise?
Luo San didn't like these calculations of power and interests very much.

Then he thought again, as long as it didn't involve himself and Suginaga County, what else was important? He drove all the mixed thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on dealing with the mess in front of him. When his old subordinates saw that he was still alive, they wiped their tears with the back of their hands.

Those who didn’t know would think they were mourning for Luo San.

"Stop crying, I'm still alive. If you cry any more, your military luck will be wiped out." It was not difficult to persuade his old subordinates to cooperate. Most of them had received his kindness, so they would listen to whatever Luo San said. "Crying, crying, crying, it's bad luck."

The crying of the crowd finally stopped.

"...In this world, it's a blessing to be able to keep your life. A real man can bend and stretch, and there is no world that is not vast and broad." Luo San sighed, "It was because I was not as skilled as others that I was captured. Losing is losing, and there is nothing to be stubborn about. Since the lady promised to treat you well, she should not go back on her word. You should decide whether to stay or go as soon as possible. Don't forget that you have a wife and children at home waiting for you to take care of them. Don't let them down for a moment of loyalty."

The world is big, but family is the biggest.

When everyone heard this, they sobbed again.

Some were persuaded, but others were stubborn and wanted to follow Luo San, even if they had to be imprisoned, they would follow him and die beside him. They were all people without parents, wives and children, and they were all alone, with nothing to worry about.

"General——"

"woo woo woo woo--"

Everyone burst into tears.

Luo San's eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red.

Only the rope dart captain standing aside had a strange expression, and the toes in his combat boots had awkwardly dug into three rooms and a living room - although the prisoners of war paid a lot of money to redeem themselves, it was not ridiculously high. Do these people need to cry about their life and death?

She said she didn't quite understand.

There were many wounded soldiers captured by the old troops, and they were all settled in other places. Shen Tang was very humane, saying that they could recover from their injuries and then work to redeem themselves, and those who were willing to continue to join the army did not need to rush to be assigned to any place, and could recover from their injuries first.

Both groups of people anxiously awaited the dark future.

"...No matter what, at least I'm alive."

The enemy's granary was burned down by our side during a night raid, so it was quite surprising that they didn't make them into military rations. Isn't it normal to send them to open up wasteland?
That's what slavery was like.

Work hard until you die.

Even if the higher-ups say they won't overfish and squeeze them to death, it's well known that what the higher-ups say is just their farts. Just smell and listen to them, don't take it to heart.

As a result, land reclamation is really land reclamation.

If you complete your goals ahead of schedule, you can finish work early.

They were silent and found that some of the workers were wearing enemy uniforms. Was this force using its soldiers as slaves?
"Don't you need to wear handcuffs to work?"

The old subordinate went to ask the man who was suspected to be the supervisor.

The other party looked at him as if he was a fool: "Why are you wearing handcuffs and chains? You might as well swing a few more hoes with that strength."

"Aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid that we can escape?"

"Anyone who can ask this question cannot escape."

Old subordinates: “…”

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In fact, he really wanted to find a chance to escape.

No one wants to be a slave and die in obscurity.

But it soon became clear that there was no need to escape.

Here, five people form a team, and the task of clearing wasteland assigned to each team is not heavy. Those who have martial spirit can use martial spirit, and those who don't can form a combat unit with the team as a unit and work with morale. If you grit your teeth, you can basically complete a whole day's task in the morning.

It was considered merciful to provide slaves with one meal a day, so here they were given three meals, morning, noon and night, and they went to the makeshift canteen nearby to eat. In the morning, they mostly had noodles with wild vegetables and pickles dipped in oil, at noon, they mostly had rice stewed in gravy, and in the evening, the menu changed depending on the situation.

Occasionally add extra dishes.

The content of the additional dishes depends on what the person above hunts.

The food in the cafeteria was still hot, steaming hot, not cold, not stale, and not mixed with sand and stones, so there was no need to worry about biting rocks and breaking teeth. Everyone could eat two bowls, and the women serving the food could compact the food if they liked them. This was not outrageous enough, the most outrageous thing was that before eating, we had to line up to wash our hands in the pool brought down from the mountain.

I worked here for three days and got to know many of my fellow workers.

The workers were not afraid of the supervisors, but they were afraid of the canteen lady: "...Of course I'm afraid. If you offend her, when she serves you food, her hands will shake and the meat will fall out. How can you complain?"

Glancing at someone who had a bowl of rice that was packed solid, the worker said sourly, "Damn it, these days good looks can really be eaten. The meat in his bowl is two more pieces than mine..."

"They came with us for hunting, so what's wrong with getting two more pieces?"

How could the wife hear it even though they were more than ten seats apart?
The worker said, "I'll go back later."

Old subordinates: “…”

No. Aren’t these slaves too free?

He accidentally let it slip and was overheard by his co-workers: "What slave? I'm here to work for a real reason—"

Luo San’s former subordinates: “…”

Only then did he realize that his co-workers were neither soldiers nor slaves. To be more precise, they had once been captives. However, they had redeemed themselves after working for two years. After going out for a walk, they found that they were starving to death and there was famine everywhere, so they returned in disgrace.

"I can regain my freedom in two years?"

Judging from his ruddy complexion, he doesn't look like he's been tortured by hard labor.

"That's about right. It can be faster when there's more work to do."

The work is not all about land reclamation, but also about road construction, city wall construction, and military construction. After redeeming themselves, they will receive three meals a day and additional wages. There are not many jobs these days that provide food, accommodation, and regular wages, so the workers are trying to save some money to settle down.

I will settle down wherever I find peace in the future.

"...If you're not in a hurry, there's no need to redeem yourself so quickly. You look pretty good, why don't you join the army?"

In areas where warlords are fighting each other, young and strong people are easily conscripted.

Other warlords may not be able to get enough food.

At least I won't starve to death if I stay here.

Luo San’s former subordinates: “…”

Another group of people who chose to join the military also encountered similar confusion.

The old men who belonged to Luo San's old team were split up and sent to various camps. The expected cannon fodder did not happen, and some people were even directly appointed as corporals and sergeants to manage squads based on their physical strength and experience. A mid-level warrior could even get a centurion.

Everyone: "..."

Is it because the enemy is too naive?
The next day, I was called to pick up my things.

A batch of standard winter clothes to keep warm.

Not only were new materials used, but the interlayer of the clothes was also solid. The winter in the central region was not very cold, but a few thin clothes could not protect against the severe cold. Soldiers were cold most of the time, and their hands and feet repeatedly suffered from frostbite. A considerable part of the clothes of the lower-level soldiers were stripped from the corpses of enemies and comrades, and were patched up and passed down from generation to generation.

There are even different sizes of items in each basket.

It is said that it is divided into three sizes according to height.

Soldiers can choose larger ones, after all, if the sleeves and trouser legs are too long, they can be rolled up, but if they are too short, their hands, necks and ankles will only get cold.

"One person, one body. Don't get the wrong one."

It's not that they were stingy about giving an extra set of clothes, but the clothing camp couldn't make it in time. The expansion of power was much faster than expected, and the materials prepared before were not enough, and they couldn't be replenished in a short time, so they could only lower the standard to ensure basic cold protection for everyone.

In addition to the new clothes for keeping warm, there was also a batch of old clothes collected when cleaning the battlefield for reuse. All of these old clothes had been patched and washed. Those that were still wearable were patched and resized, and those that were no longer wearable were cut up and reused as filling material. Even so, these old clothes looked much better than the clothes worn by the lower-level soldiers, and they fit much better...

Luo San’s former subordinates: “…”

This is completely different from what they know.

Could it be charity?
Even if they were to be cannon fodder and die, there was no need to spend so much money. It was really puzzling. It was understandable to give preferential treatment to the elite among the old subordinates, but wasn't it too strange that the ordinary soldiers, remnants and veterans among the old subordinates also received the same treatment?

It's really unbelievable.

Luo San was also curious: "Is Kangguo so rich?"

Shen Tang didn't expect Luo San to discover his identity so quickly.

She did not hide it and said, "I can't say I'm rich, but I can just get by and fill my stomach without starving to death."

"In this way... to win people's hearts, won't the King of Kang be afraid of the Queen?" Luo San has been hearing feedback from his old subordinates over the past two days, and his favorability towards the Queen has soared. He is not an ungrateful person, so he naturally wants to return the favor.

"what?"

He said solemnly: "If you want to start your own business, Luo is willing to help you as much as possible."

Shen Tang: “Ah?”

Luo San asked her to rebel against him???
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Hey, I thought the update was out, so I opened the app to correct the typos, but found that the page couldn’t be refreshed, and then I looked at the computer and the chapter was still in the draft box.

Is the desktop computer network also so unstable?
PS: Yesterday’s events have come to an end for now, but this hole is hard to fill, especially given the current economic situation, with elderly parents and young children to support, and a car loan in between.