Wei Tingsi hurriedly left the Prince Yong's residence, mounted his horse, and left the city.
The moment he left the city, four or five people from different factions followed him at top speed, secretly trailing behind him like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
However, after being led around the outskirts for a while, Wei Tingsi had already disappeared.
Realizing they had lost track of them, the group went back to report, including some of the Marquis of Ningguo's men.
"Lost them again?" Marquis Jiang He of Ningguo had become increasingly irritable lately, and his mansion was in chaos. At this moment, he kicked the assassin in front of him to the ground.
The assassin hurriedly scrambled to his feet and knelt, not daring to utter a single word, "Yes."
"Useless!" Jiang He kicked him again.
The others who had lost track of Wei Tingsi also returned to their residences to report. After hearing the reports from the assassins, Wang Kuanqi and his son Wang Muxuan said, "Father, since we can't find out where Wei Tingsi went, let's just leave him be. The Prince Yong's mansion actually injured our people and then kicked them out. We can impeach them."
Upon hearing his son's words, Wang Kuanqi said with exasperation, "Can't you use your brain? Do you want people to know that we've planted someone in the Prince's residence? Do you know how serious that is?"
Wang Muxuan was somewhat unconvinced, "They don't even know they're one of our people."
"You!" Wang Kuanqi had a headache. He was so disappointed in his good-for-nothing eldest son that he wanted to give up on him.
However, as the eldest son of the legitimate wife, he was someone on whom high hopes had been placed since childhood, and it was hard to give up halfway. So he said, "It's not impossible to impeach Prince Yong. Didn't Prince Yong's mansion receive dozens of new soldiers?"
Wang Muxuan still didn't understand. "Father, I heard that those new soldiers are all beggars who used to beg on the streets. Isn't it right for the Prince Yong's mansion to take them in?"
"You!" Wang Kuanqi was furious. He pointed at his son's nose and said, "Go and reflect on your mistakes behind closed doors. Don't come out until you understand!"
Having shaken off several tails, Wei Tingsi was now walking through a secluded door that had been deserted for years. An old woman guarded the door, and without saying a word when she saw him arrive, she went straight to pull up his horse.
Wei Tingsi nodded to the old woman and went straight inside.
The path was covered with fallen leaves, indicating that few people came here. After walking for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, several thatched huts came into view. Next to the huts were several patches of green vegetables, growing lush and green under the scorching sun, showing that the person who took care of them had put a lot of effort into them.
Before Wei Tingsi even entered, the door of the thatched hut opened, and a young man in his late thirties walked out. He was dressed in linen clothes and had a white ribbon casually tied around his head.
He simply stood in front of the door, yet he gave people a feeling that the green hills and clear waters complemented the people perfectly.
"Brother Wang, I've come uninvited. You're not going to kick me out, are you?" Wei Tingsi said, walking up to the young man.
The young man forced a smile, but it gave off a particularly ferocious feeling. It turned out that there was a long scar on his face, which made his otherwise handsome face look even more terrifying because of the scar.
Wei Tingsi, of course, didn't care about the man's face. He rarely smiled, but today his smile was exceptionally shocking to the young man.
"Are you getting married?" the young man asked.
Wei Tingsi smiled knowingly, "Why do you ask that?"
"What are you so happy about not getting married? Did your emperor appoint you as commander-in-chief?" The young man's voice was cold. Although it wasn't a malicious remark, it gave people a sense of inhumanity. However, Wei Tingsi seemed to be used to it and didn't care.
If Zhao Shu were to meet this person, she would be greatly surprised, realizing that the renowned strategist Wang Jiyang had known Wei Tingsi so long ago.
Wang Jiyang left a deep impression on people, not only because of the hideous scars on his face, but also because of his talent. He was the strategist of the three marshals and made great contributions to the suppression of the various kings.
“Let’s go inside and talk,” Wei Tingsi said without any politeness.
Wang Jiyang led Wei Tingsi into the house, and the two closed the door. Wei Tingsi took out a piece of paper filled with writing from Zhao Shu's pocket and handed it to Wang Jiyang to look at. "Take a look."
He couldn't wait to discuss it with the person in front of him who was both a teacher and a friend.
Wang Jiyang glanced at him, then looked at him intently. The more he looked, the brighter his eyes became. As he read, an idea formed in his mind, and he couldn't help but start writing.
Wei Tingsi didn't disturb him. He picked up another brush and wrote down his own thoughts.
Two hours later, it was almost dark, so the two of them turned off the lights and continued to write down the ideas in their minds.
The two wrote furiously, to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep, until the sun was high in the sky the next morning before they finally stopped.
Wang Jiyang stopped first. After stopping, he did not disturb Wei Tingsi, but instead instructed the old servant to cook. Wei Tingsi finished writing only after the food was served.
The two exchanged a smile, quickly finished their meal, and then began a heated discussion. Although there were only two of them, it sounded like there were twenty people arguing incessantly.
"The four-year military service period is just right. Starting military service at the age of sixteen, four years later is the perfect age for a man to come of age, the best age for him to start a family and build a career. If the service period is too long, the family will lack labor, which will not only drain the national treasury, but also cause the demand for rice to exceed the supply." Wei Tingsi felt that Zhao Shu's conscription system was very suitable for the current national conditions of Dayong.
Wang Jiyang immediately objected, "Four years is too much. I suggest ten years. Nowadays, the princes are in turmoil. They have just learned some battlefield skills and then retired to go home. This is a serious loss of the backbone of the army."
Both of them made a lot of sense. Different countries have different national conditions, and the systems that need to be established must be determined in accordance with those conditions.
Wei Tingsi immediately retorted, "There is also the voluntary military service system. Those who are willing and able to stay are the elite, and they are the backbone. Moreover, these four years refer to four years of service in the military, but after they are discharged, they still retain their military status. Once war breaks out, these people will be recalled to serve the country."
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