Chapter 145: Operation (Part 3) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

The chubby boy looked confused: "Isn't that right?"

"Of course not." He then patted Tu Rong on the head, giving him a light but firm warning, "Remember, underestimating your opponent and being overconfident are major taboos!"

The chubby boy held his head and nodded sadly.

But he still said earnestly, "I've remembered."

Shen Tang sensed something else: "The Northern Desert is not what it used to be?"

Chu Yao gave a wry smile: "Yes, things are different now."

Admittedly, after the celestial meteor descended, the alien races like the Ten Crows of the Northern Desert were practically reduced to experience points, and the vassal states no longer included them. Furthermore, since their literary and martial arts were copied from various national seals (meteor fragments), the alien races were once in a state of decline and weakness.

But just because they have congenital developmental deficiencies doesn't mean they have a real problem with their brains. They can also sense the energy of heaven and earth, and can cultivate both literary and martial prowess. Due to various reasons, they have more martial prowess than literary talent, but their individual combat ability is not weak. As for the power of words—

Tsk, you can learn the power of words.

We should learn openly and honestly.

How do I learn?

They would occasionally send small waves of troops to harass border countries, and when those countries sent troops over, if they couldn't defeat them, they would send hostages and beautiful women from their tribes.

The beauties were outstanding; some were taken into the king's inner court, while others were given as rewards to meritorious officials—this was the "marriage alliance" route.

The fact that hostages cannot be given as gifts seems difficult to handle, but since "guests are always welcome," and they are also "mascots" that demonstrate military strength and national power, mistreating hostages would be a loss of national dignity and would easily be criticized.

What should we do then?

Let's just leave it as a "mascot" and leave it out to air. Just give it a token gesture, along with some perks and privileges, like access to education.

Those who are promising can also become apprentices of famous teachers and scholars, gain access to top-tier educational resources, and can memorize spiritual knowledge and take it with them.

In addition, large foreign tribes would submit to the rulers of vassal states, seeking peace and marriage. Under normal circumstances, they would not be refused. Even if the woman was not a member of the royal family of the vassal state, she would be given the title of "Princess" or "Queen" when she married, and her dowry would be generous.

These are all relatively roundabout and aboveboard methods, as well as more covert and underhanded tactics. For example, while the various vassal states on the continent are constantly destroying each other, they take advantage of the chaos and secretly acquire all kinds of literary and martial arts classics through various channels.

In short—

After listening to Chu Yao's popular science lecture, Shen Tang summarized: "In short, as long as you don't give up, there are always more solutions than problems."

The various ethnic groups from all directions endured hardship and persevered in order to develop, which, in a way, was quite inspiring and inspiring.

Chu Yao ignored Wu Lang's boastful words, sighed and shook his head: "Now, apart from the Imperial Seal, the eight alien races are almost on par with us, and in terms of preserving strength, they are even better. That battle back then was not easy to win; we suffered several defeats in the early stages..."

As the youngest and least experienced of the "Three Heroes of Chu," Chu Yao was able to catch up later largely due to his contributions in turning the tide of the battle in the middle stages, gradually narrowing the gap between the two armies.

It was then that he realized the Northern Desert was no longer what it used to be.

However, everyone was still basking in the glory of victory, and coupled with their winning streak of over two hundred years, they did not take the Northern Desert's unusual strength seriously. After experiencing a small moment of glory in his life, Chu Yao began his unfortunate journey of decline again and again, until the Chu Kingdom was destroyed.

Chu Yao sighed even more deeply as he considered the current situation.

So, I set a goal.

He comforted Wulang and Arong, who were lost in worry, and smiled kindly: "...You don't need to worry so much. As long as the national seal is not lost, or as long as the war between the northwestern kingdoms is quelled before the two major foreign tribes obtain the national seal, nothing serious will happen..."

The chubby boy nodded seriously: "Mm."

Only Shen Tang looked exasperated.

She complained, "Wu Hui, what you said is making me panic."

"What's the panic?"

"According to the usual storytelling formula, whenever an important character says something won't happen, it's highly likely to happen."

Good heavens—

He looks just like an old general on a theatrical stage, with flags stuck all over his back.

Chu Yao was stunned, then chuckled: "Yao doesn't have that ability."

In my youth, I was confident and arrogant, wishing that God was number one and that I was number two. But after being beaten down by reality for more than ten years, my mentality has long since become Buddhist.

He was just an insignificant nobody.

He can hardly be considered an "important person".

Shen Tang said seriously, "No, no, no, Wu Hui is a very important person to me, so—there are no taboos, the wind blows it away, Wu Hui's flags are all jokes!"

The first half of the sentence was addressed to Chu Yao, while the second half involved her hands clasped together in a respectful gesture to inform the gods of the eight directions. Chu Yao was speechless at her earnest prayer, but he didn't discourage her. Instead, he followed suit and said, "Yes, yes, yes, the wind will blow it away!"

The chubby boy didn't understand; he just followed along.

She said in a soft, sweet voice, "Blow it away, blow it away—"

The three chatted and laughed, but behind the laughter, Chu Yao's heart was still filled with some gloom. Gu Chi's warning always made him think in the worst possible direction. The two hungry wolves of the Northern Desert Ten Crows had been holding back their anger for more than two hundred years. If they were to erupt one day, could the Northwest countries, which were now bloodthirsty, really stop them?

I hope I can resist emotionally.

But reason whispered: It can't be stopped.

The sky was as black as ink, with only the moonlight to guide the way.

Chu Yao looked at the thin young man several steps ahead of him and exhaled a breath of turbid air—time was tight, but hopefully there was still time... If he could see Wu Lang active in the Northwest in his lifetime, it would not have been a waste of his gamble.

He held the reins with one hand, his other hand clenched tightly at his side, and a dark undercurrent seemed to surge in the depths of his dark eyes, as if he had made a decision.

"No obscurity!"

Shen Tang's voice suddenly entered my ears.

He suddenly looked up: "Hmm?"

Shen Tang pointed to a distant spark in the distance, turned to him and smiled, "We're almost home. The mountain road is difficult to travel, so don't just stand there daydreaming."

Chu Yao: "Hmm."

Even a small spark can start a prairie fire.

As the saying goes, "looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," and with the mountain road being rugged, it took Shen Tang and his two companions more than half an hour to reach the bandit stronghold.

This time, the person waiting at the door was Qi Shan.

From a distance, it looks like a thin, slender bamboo stalk.

Shen Tang started waving before she even got close. She had a loud, clear voice and loved to laugh, as if she had inexhaustible energy.

"Yuanliang, we're back!"

Qi Shan, as was her habit, stepped forward to take the reins, greeted Shen Tang, and then turned to ask Chu Yao, "How was the trip?"

Chu Yao carried the chubby little boy off the mule.

He said, "Everything is going well, tentatively scheduled for five days later."

Qi Shan silently calculated the time in her mind: "Five days later? The fifteenth?"

An auspicious day.

It is auspicious for making money, for breaking ground, and for funerals.

Yes, it is indeed a good day.

Chu Yao said, "We'll talk about the rest when we get back."

Five days is neither a long nor a short time.

They had to set up a trap on the road in advance, waiting for the tax collection team to come and deliver the money to them, so there wasn't much time.

He and Qi Shan had discussed the details repeatedly.

Tsk—

That's the downside of having a small financial foundation; it can't withstand even the slightest risk.

Qi Shan paused, and Shen Tang felt uneasy under his gaze.

Why is Yuanliang looking at me like that?

Qi Shan asked, "Young master, how is your alcohol tolerance?"

Should he prepare a cup or a bowl?

Or perhaps, a pot of wine?

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The initial draft was scheduled for three days later, but considering the preparation time was too short, it was changed to five days.

If you exit, refresh, and then come back in, you'll see it.

(End of this chapter)