The tense atmosphere also relaxed.
Of course, the current captains were not happy, but since one of them was the first to stand out and was instantly knocked down, they could only shut up, or even gather in private to discuss countermeasures.
But Fang Zhiyi turned around and asked Tang Zhilin to gather these centurions and told them clearly that there were now three thousand-household positions vacant. For a moment, the eyes of these centurions began to light up.
Managing a hundred people is different from managing a thousand people.
The fragile alliance among the centurions was shattered by the positions of these three thousand households.
"Zhiyi, you're too impulsive. I'll handle this kind of thing." Tang Zhilin grumbled, "Besides, I always feel that what you do is too troublesome."
"Trouble? What would you do in your place?"
Tang Zhilin clenched his fists, his knuckles crackling like popping beans. "In the army, the powerful are respected. If they don't obey, I'll beat them until they obey!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "So you are too rigid. If you want to be an official, you need more than just ruthlessness."
Seeing Tang Zhilin about to retort, he continued, "You can become rich and famous by fighting? Then why don't you take in disciples? The registration fee for one disciple is one hundred taels of silver, ten for one thousand taels, and a hundred for ten thousand taels. What are you doing as an official?"
Tang Zhilin was a little stunned. He had never thought of this method!
Fang Zhiyi knew instantly from his eyes that he had gone astray: "What's the use of being able to fight? In this world, if you want to get by, you have to rely on connections. If you don't have connections, you have to rely on your brains." He showed a sinister smile.
Tang Zhilin felt a chill run down his spine for some reason: "Zhiyi, I feel like you're the villain in those storybooks now."
"Puff!" The tea that Fang Zhiyi had just drunk sprayed all over Tang Zhilin's face.
Xiao Hei laughed so hard that his whole body shook: "The villain said you look like a villain, hahahahahahaha!"
After Fang Zhiyi left, changes were gradually taking place in Tang Zhilin's army. The unrest he had originally imagined did not occur. Instead, the soldiers took the initiative to increase their training, and the original centurions also became involved. Some of them kept showing goodwill to him, and even the only two remaining thousand-householders followed him at all times, as if they were following his lead.
"Zhiyi...you are so awesome." Tang Zhilin stared blankly at the blue sky. If he had joined the army, would he have climbed higher than him?
It’s not that no one wanted to cause trouble, but when the news came out that the fat centurion was hacked to death by rebels who broke into his home while he was recuperating from his injuries, the hearts of those who were thoughtful inexplicably twitched. After all, no one was a fool.
The people of Fancheng have also noticed the changes. In the past, officers and soldiers would patrol the streets at any time, either to arrest rebels or investigate traitors. Many vendors' stalls were often smashed. But recently the city has become much more peaceful. Although the officers and soldiers patrol the city, they are not as murderous as before. This makes the people very happy. All ordinary people want is a stable life.
Zhu Wanli announced publicly that Fang Zhiyi would be a cadre of the Dragon Slaying Society in the future. No one disagreed, and no one dared to disagree.
The Dragon Slayer Society entered a period of development, but suddenly there were no officers and soldiers to play chase with them. Everyone was confused for a moment. Who am I, where am I, and what should I do?
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi "kindly" pointed them in the right direction.
In the next few months, other small forces in Fancheng were attacked one after another by the Dragon Slayer Society. They could find people that the soldiers could not find, and those who were captured angrily accused the Dragon Slayer Society of colluding with the government. At first they were still thin-skinned, but after many times, they didn't care anymore.
Anyway, once they catch someone, they will send him to Tang Zhilin, who will give them silver as a reward based on the number of heads captured.
The military camp gate that used to be intimidating now looks very familiar to the members of the Dragon Slayer Society, and even the soldiers guarding the gate have become familiar with them.
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