It turns out that Song Qingci and the Third Master have such a deep bond.
Although the Third Master had experienced such scenes countless times in the first half of his life.
He saved countless people from the harm of the Oirat and Tatar peoples.
But Fu An had a particularly deep memory of the time when he saved Song Qingci.
Because that was the first time that the twelve-year-old Third Master had the experience of leading troops.
Fu An stayed by his side, and by the time the battle was over, he was covered in sweat.
Not only tired, but also scared.
It's their first time.
He was afraid that he would be eliminated if he failed to protect his master.
He vaguely remembered that the little girl was wearing a golden skirt and had two pigtails. Her eyes were black and bright. When she looked up, it seemed as if there were stars in her eyes.
Fu An did not stay for long, as this memory had long been forgotten.
If Song Qingci hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have remembered it.
It turns out that Song Qingci and the Third Master had met so early.
And he seemed to understand why the Song family spared no effort when they were responsible for rewarding the troops many years later.
It turned out that they were repaying the Third Master for saving their beloved daughter's life.
Many years later, even though the Third Master went to Liaodong, he still encountered Song Qingci, who was unhappy in his marriage and was forced to go to Huaishan, and he saved her again.
Fu An suddenly panicked when he thought about it.
This fate...
Is it an arrangement from Yue Lao?
"...After that incident, I was terrified and woke up every night with nightmares. Later, my mother took me to live next to the Northwest Army barracks. Every day, listening to the bugle calls during their drills, I miraculously recovered."
"So," Song Qingci smiled, "I saw the Northwest Army when I was very young. That's what I thought a real army should look like."
Compared with them, calling these people in Liaodong guerrillas is an exaggeration.
It's basically a mess, a piece of rubbish that can't be helped.
Extortion, drinking, gambling, whoring and corruption are worse than bandits.
If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will also be crooked, and the whole atmosphere will be ruined and difficult to reverse.
"Anyway, I never expected them to defend the country and protect the people from being invaded."
Of course, saying this now, Song Qingci felt a bit guilty of "destroying the bridge after crossing it".
Because it was precisely because of the corruption in the Liaodong bureaucracy and the army that she was able to exploit loopholes and use money to build roads, allowing Jiang Jingchu, an exile, to live a better life than many normal people.
If it weren't for the luxurious life and unlimited financial support she provided, how would Jiang Jingchu have had the opportunity to come into contact with Sun Xiaodie?
Anyway, I shed tears whenever I think about it.
Getting back to the point, Song Qingci continued, "Third Master, I don't know if you have any thoughts about being recruited. The court will definitely not look down on such a small number of people right now. If you can become bigger and stronger, it will be different."
"First, perhaps we can defend our country in a critical moment. Second, we can have the capital to negotiate with the imperial court. Third... we can also do something in Liaodong to make everyone live a better life."
Moreover, there is also the sponsorship that she actively posted!
Song Qingci felt that if he were Mr. Fu San, he would definitely be persuaded.
"Third Master!" Fu An also joined in.
"You go down." Mr. Fu San said suddenly.
Song Qingci: I leave?
You people from Liaodong are no good!
Is this the attitude towards the female god of wealth?
No wonder you are so poor in the mountains!
"Third Master..." Fu An bit his lip.
“Back off!”
"Yes." Fu An glanced at Song Qingci with a look of request and expectation in his eyes, then he went out and closed the door.
Song Qingci: "..."
What? You’ve gone downstairs, but you won’t let me go?
The Third Master didn't say that this "go down" does not include himself.
Just as Song Qingci was thinking about whether he should leave tactfully, he heard Third Master Fu say, "Song Family, can you provide these people with a way to make a living?"
"Yes." Song Qingci said firmly, "I have really thought about this. Apart from anything else, just the abundant timber and coal mines in Liaodong are enough to support many people."
Not to mention, there are also salt mines and iron mines controlled by the imperial court.
Since they are bandits, why do they care about the court's control?
Just do it.
"My mother can take over the production." Song Qingci said, "As long as the Third Master can get through the transportation barrier, the rest of the sales channels won't be a problem. And I've made up my mind. I can't let those people receive favors for nothing and make them work hard in exchange."
No matter what you ask them to do, even if it is useless work, you have to make them contribute.
You have to lay a solid foundation from the beginning and not expect to get something for nothing.
"It's hard to lead so many people, but for Master San, it's not a problem."
"Why do you trust me so much?"
"I don't know, but I think Third Master is fine." Song Qingci said honestly, "Third Master, do you think it's okay?"
Mr. Fu San smiled and said nothing.
He couldn't answer the question of whether it was possible or not.
"Besides, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier. Since the Third Master is the bandit leader, then naturally he must be the biggest bandit leader!"
Mr. Fu San looked at her arrogant appearance and his smile deepened.
He and the little girl had met so long ago.
Although he no longer had any memories, he couldn't help but feel melancholy when she mentioned the past.
He spent twelve years in the military, from the time he followed his uncle into the army at the age of ten to the time he achieved success and fame at the age of twenty-two.
He is still young, but he seems to have gone through most of someone else's life.
"Who was the person who saved you back then?" he suddenly asked. "Do you know who he was?"
"I know." Song Qingci nodded, "It's the King of Zhenbei! Do you know the King of Zhenbei? He is a prince and the soul of the Northwest Army. When he was twenty years old, the emperor directly named him the King of Zhenbei!"
When Song Qingci spoke, his eyes were bright and full of admiration.
My mother said that people like this are the backbone of the nation and they should be worshipped.
"He not only saved me, but also saved my parents!" Song Qingci said.
At that time, Xu Youyou was eager to save her husband and took the risk to go out of the country.
The couple finally met, but they almost couldn't go back together.
"...It just so happened that the King of Zhenbei, who was still a child at the time, led his men to raid the Wala camp, and they took advantage of the chaos to escape."
"Speaking of which, there's another funny thing," Song Qingci said, "My father was rescued by the King of Zhenbei at that time, and after returning, he had a quarrel with my mother. That was the first time he quarreled with my mother."
Master Fu San: "...Why?"
Aren’t these two a loving couple who have been reunited after a long separation?
To be honest, when he heard that Xu Youyou traveled thousands of miles to save her husband, he knew that Song Qingci's love-brain was hereditary.
She was not wrong, the only one wrong was the man who was fickle.
Song Qingci said: "Of course it's because of the King of Zhenbei."
Mr. Fu San: This is probably how the so-called unexpected disaster comes about.
You can sit at home and something bad may happen to you.
He saved their family of three, but they ended up fighting among themselves, and he was the one to blame?
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