In a moment, Tianji followed closely behind and stepped into the study of the Charity Bureau with Situ Ye.
Although the person in front of him was still young, even five years younger than him, Tianji inexplicably felt a sense of oppression from an elder!
He stared at Situ Ye, who was sitting opposite him, with a slightly reserved expression. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "I wonder why your uncle has brought me here all this time?"
Facing Tianji's question, Situ Ye didn't answer directly. Instead, he put on a mature and steady demeanor and spoke in a caring tone, "Tianji, it's been over a month and a half since you joined the Salesian Bureau as a coach. During this time, have you been able to adapt to this job?"
Under Situ Ye's blazing gaze, Tianji couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, subconsciously rubbing the goose bumps on his arms. At the same time, he kept reminding himself: This man is my uncle after all, even if we're just foster father and adopted son, I'll just have to be patient...
After a moment of composure, Tianji forced himself to regain composure and replied respectfully, "Thanks to my uncle's care, I'm doing fine. The children at the Charity Bureau are all well-behaved, clever, and sensible. It's truly an honor for me to be able to teach them martial arts, and it brings me great joy."
Situ Ye nodded slightly when he heard this, but seeing Tianji calling him uncle seriously, Situ Ye felt that it was more intimate to hear him call him uncle.
After a moment of thought, Situ Ye said, "Tianji, with your talent, teaching these 120 or so children is really a waste of your talent..."
Tianji, who didn't know what was going on, quickly said to Situ Ye: "Uncle, I really like my current job."
Born as a man who respected his country, Tianji not only had the desire to provide for his wife and daughter, but also a deep sense of family and country. If a man of his stature were to spend his days doing nothing, staying in the mansion of a local lord and relying on his daughter for support, he would feel like a useless person.
Situ Ye could probably guess what Tianji was thinking, but he didn't say it out loud. Instead, he continued to ask, "Tianji, if the number of people you were asked to manage increased, would you be confident that you could manage them properly?"
Tianji heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He had originally thought that his uncle was going to dismiss him from his post and send him back to his daughter's mansion to be a salted fish! After all, he was only twenty-three years old, and it was far from the time for him to lie down at home.
"Could it be that the Charity Bureau has accepted children sent from other places?" Tianji's face showed a puzzled expression at first, but then he immediately said confidently, "Uncle, don't worry. Even if all the Charity Bureaus are full, with five or six hundred children, my nephew is more than capable of handling the job of coach."
Situ Ye raised the corner of his lips slightly and said leisurely: "Add a few more people."
Tianji was slightly surprised: "Seven or eight hundred?"
Situ Ye: "A little more."
Tianji: "Could it be one thousand? I think it's fine."
Situ Ye: "A little more."
Tianji's mouth twitched slightly, and he joked, "It can't be more than a thousand, right? It's ten thousand?"
Situ Ye rubbed his brows and said slowly, "A little more."
Tianji: ...
"Could there be 10,000 or 20,000 people?" Tianji looked at Situ Ye suspiciously, trying to find some useful clues from his resolute face.
Situ Ye pretended not to notice Tianji's scrutinizing eyes, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Silly boy, it's 60,000!"
"Sixty...sixty thousand?" Tianji was so nervous when he heard the number that he almost bit his tongue.
"What? Are you scared?" Situ Ye raised his eyebrows slightly towards Tianji.
Tianji immediately retorted: "Are you kidding?! I am your nephew..." (I am your nephew whom Tianlang has carefully nurtured and has high hopes for)
"But what?" Situ Ye asked puzzledly.
Thinking of his uncle who passed away young, Tianji suppressed the loss in his heart, smiled slightly and said: "It's nothing. Uncle, Tianji is willing to accept the task of teaching 60,000 children martial arts."
"Tianji, I am very comforted that you have such great ambitions." Situ Ye smiled and nodded to Tianji with appreciation.
However, he immediately changed the subject, "However, this time, you're not dealing with ordinary children, nor is it as simple as teaching them martial arts. Instead, you're dealing with a full 60,000 soldiers! Of course, at this point, these soldiers haven't been incorporated into the official military."
Hearing this, Tianji's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Situ Ye in disbelief, blurting out: "Could it be that... those are actually... private soldiers?"
Situ Ye did not hide anything. Instead, he made a serious and solemn promise to Tianji: "Although the current situation is indeed like this, please believe uncle, it won't be long before they will have a dignified status and position."
At this moment, Tianji couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.
Originally, he had planned to secure a safe place for his wife and daughter before joining the rebel army led by Gongsun Mulin. He longed to fight alongside Gongsun Mulin to overthrow the tyrannical rule of the current Zhaoyang Emperor, Su Mu Tianjun, and avenge his uncle Tianlang and the tragic fate of the entire Tian family and its nine clans...
Thinking of this, Tianji's expression became more solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Uncle, can you tell Tianji, what exactly are these private soldiers used for?"
Even though Situ Ye takes good care of Tian Zheyi and gets along well with their family, Tianji must never rashly train private soldiers for her, rashly take the risk of "rebellion", and put his wife and children in danger.
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