The huge chunk of fatty meat in front of me was a delicacy I had never heard of before!
Are these delicacies something that subordinates of low status are entitled to eat?
Is Young Master Zhou really this good to all the people under his command?
"Lord Black Serpent, what are all these things? They smell so good, and they look even better. I've lived in Pingyang City for over ten years and have never seen anything like them. Is this delicious?" the soldier asked, swallowing hard.
Black Snake looked up at the young guards and said, "Don't even mention you, when I first tasted it, I was also amazed by its divine quality."
"It's so delicious? Then why is Young Master Zhou treating you so well? Aren't the best things usually kept by the host for themselves?"
"The young master treats every subordinate well, but he is afraid that he has made things difficult for us."
Where in the world can you find such a good master?
The soldiers all showed expressions of doubt and disbelief.
The young soldier shook his head even more: "No, impossible! Wouldn't he exploit you?"
Black Snake chuckled, raised his hand, and patted the cloth bag at his waist: "Do you know what the young master said to us the first time we robbed the vault?"
"The young master said that everyone will be given a bag, and they can fill it with as much gold and silver jewelry as they want. It will all be their private property! We can use this money to support our elderly parents."
"On the way here, he was worried that we would be cold, so he provided us with charcoal and hot water cups when we slept at night."
“When we were traveling at night and encountered a cold wind, he was worried that we would catch a cold the next day, so he would make me ginger and brown sugar water to ward off the cold.”
"........"
"Do you think a young master like that would exploit us?!"
These words were spoken very lightly and casually, even in a nonchalant tone by the Black Serpent.
But what a coincidence!
These words, however, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, striking the chests of the soldiers with tremendous force.
Every soldier stood frozen in place, their faces all bearing the same expression of shock and astonishment. They seemed to be processing news that contradicted their understanding, accepting the impossible possibility.
At this moment,
They might think of the Marquis of Pingyang.
The Marquis of Pingyang was known for frequently beating and scolding them, reducing their monthly allowances, and cutting back on meat and vegetables.
They might also recall the court that exploited its soldiers, neglected the wounded and disabled, and abandoned the wounded to flee alone once defeated and retreating.
The soldiers believed that... every master was the same.
turn out to be,
Is there anyone else in this world like Master Zhou?
"I don't believe it! All crows are black! What master would care about the life or death of his servants?"
"Young Master Zhou does these things only to win people's hearts. How could he possibly value the lives of his subordinates so much? Their lives are no different from ants to them."
The young soldier pursed his lips, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes. He tried to find an excuse to deny it all: "Are you really that loyal to Young Master Zhou? Do you really think he's that good?"
"In my opinion, he's using these methods to send you charging into battle and dying!"
"The Zhou family has 90,000 troops under their command, while the imperial court has hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers. Young Master Zhou treats you so well with such small favors, just to use you to make you grateful and willing to die for him!"
"I absolutely do not believe that someone in a position of authority could be so kind!"
The young soldier took a deep look at the instant noodles covered in red oil and fatty meat, then forced himself to look away.
After hearing this rebuttal, the other soldiers all nodded in agreement.
The example of the Marquis of Pingyang is right before our eyes, and the Yan Kingdom is full of greedy and insatiable officials and nobles.
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