Chapter 653: Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 13
"To be honest, General, my brother was once a member of the Cavalry Battalion. I've heard many stories about how the Cavalry Battalion defended our country since I was a child. Now that the Cavalry Battalion is in trouble, I can't bear it."
Quan Jiu took off his bamboo hat, revealing his white jade mask, and stared at Wu Feihu with sincere black eyes.
After hearing her explanation, Wu Feihu's expression softened slightly, losing his previous indifference. He asked:
"What's your brother's name, and which deputy commander is he serving under now?"
The soldiers of the cavalry battalion were as close as brothers, and he instinctively felt a liking for their families.
Quan Jiu shook his head slightly: "Brother is dead."
He did not die on the battlefield fighting for his country, but died in this deep palace.
The third brother fought all his life and always longed for a life alone in the desert. He disdained court disputes, but in the end, he could not escape the fate of a royal child.
Seeing the dejected look on her face, Wu Feihu instinctively thought that her brother had died on the battlefield. He raised his hand and patted her shoulder heavily.
"The soldiers of the cavalry battalion fought for their country, never regretting their fate. He completed his mission, and I believe he is happy."
The dead are gone, and the living must continue.
"Maybe."
Quan Jiu gave a perfunctory smile and turned the topic back to military pay.
"What's the current situation of the cavalry battalion?"
Wu Feihu: "Not optimistic, come with me."
…
suburbs.
A dilapidated village.
Quan Jiu looked at the soldiers living in thatched huts and drinking vegetable porridge, and clenched his fists:
"Chu Tuo lets you live in a place like this?"
If Chen Lang was the first tough bone to chew after Chu Tuo ascended the throne, then the cavalry battalion was undoubtedly the second.
The soldiers in the cavalry battalion were loyal and only had her third brother in their hearts, so Chu Tuo had no way to win them over.
Wu Feihu was startled when he heard her call the emperor's name, and then he sighed:
"When the Three Emperors... General Meng was still around... the cavalry battalion enjoyed immense glory. Every time they returned victorious, they were given top-notch food and lodging. Although the soldiers never expressed their pride, they were all in their hearts."
Chu Tuo wanted to break their arrogance and wait for them to surrender on their own initiative.
Although Quan Jiu had never seen it with his own eyes, he had heard of the glory of the cavalry battalion:
"How long has this been going on?"
Wu Feihu: "One year."
A whole year.
The elite team that was once glorious and dazzling, and made the enemy tremble in fear, was forced to become a bottom-level team, and anyone could step on it.
Quan Jiu saw the nostalgia and sadness in his eyes, and his pupils dimmed slightly.
When the third brother was captured, another deputy general Yang from the cavalry battalion led his troops directly into the imperial city, and finally died tragically at Hongwu Gate, dying a heroic death.
However, Wu Feihu, as a loyal supporter of the third brother, led the remaining soldiers to surrender at that time, which was something Quan Jiu could not understand.
"General, you're back?"
A soldier took the initiative to greet him and stuffed two chicken legs at him, saying, "I asked the kitchen to make a few more."
Wu Feihu pushed it back: "I have already eaten in the palace, leave it to the other brothers."
The soldier disagreed and pushed him several times, but was finally sternly addressed by Wu Feihu with a sullen face.
"That's an order."
The soldier had to leave with the chicken leg.
Arriving at the tent, Quan Jiu saw two soldiers gathered together writing letters. Their hands, which had been wielding swords for years, had not held a pen for a long time, and their movements looked a little funny.
Neither of them noticed their arrival and were still looking at each other and joking.
"Brother Zhang, you sent all the money you were given to your sister-in-law. What are you going to eat next month?"
"Isn't it in charge of steamed buns?" Brother Zhang is over thirty years old and has a muscular body.
"How can I eat steamed buns every day...ah."
After the third prince was imprisoned, the treatment of the cavalry battalion plummeted, but in order not to worry his wives and children at home, everyone tried hard to keep it a secret.
Wu Feihu stood at the door and listened for a while, without saying a word to disturb them, and quietly left with Quan Jiu.
"Doctor Shen, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."
Quan Jiu said pointedly, "If General Wu had known the situation would be like this today, would he have surrendered?"
Wu Feihu was always stunned by her bold remarks, but he still cooperated and gave answers.
"meeting."
He nodded.
Quan Jiu frowned: "Why?"
Wu Feihu doesn't look like a coward who is afraid of death.
"As long as I'm alive, General Meng has hope of living."
General Meng was referring to the original owner’s third brother Meng Lan.
"Although the Cavalry Battalion has declined, it is not a soft persimmon that can be easily bullied. Otherwise, His Majesty would not have only allowed the Ministry of Revenue to take action."
Because he himself did not dare to confront the cavalry battalion head-on.
Quan Jiu looked at Wu Feihu and saw that only when he mentioned Meng Lan did a glimmer of hope flash in his dull eyes. Her gaze dropped to the longbow in his hand. She couldn't bring herself to tell him the news of Meng Lan's death.
"I see."
Chu Tuo must have promised Wu Feihu that as long as the cavalry battalion did not rebel, Meng Lan would live in peace in prison.
Wu Feihu's eyes were firm: "General Meng promised me that he would come out of the prison alive."
On the day Meng Lan was arrested, it was he who persuaded himself to give up resistance and not make unnecessary sacrifices.
At first, he naturally refused, but Meng Lan assured him that he would return safely.
General Meng led them to victory in so many wars that were completely impossible to win, creating miracles.
This time, he believed he could do it too.
………
That night, Quan Jiu sent someone to give Wu Feihu a silver note worth 100,000 taels.
Wu Feihu naturally refused to accept it. The messenger only said one sentence - "This is given to you by the third prince." Wu Feihu was stunned, but did not refuse.
Quan Jiu originally thought that she was making money at a fast pace, but now she has to support an army, as well as sophisticated combat equipment and fine horses. The money she has is not enough for everyone to squander.
After reading the account book, she couldn't help but bury her head in it and sighed sincerely:
"So poor."
Cuizhu looked at the string of zeros in the account book and was shocked:
"Miss, I have never seen so much silver in my life. If your earning speed can only be ranked second, then no one dares to be ranked first."
In her eyes, Quan Jiu was like the God of Wealth, with a lot of ideas in his head, all of which were brilliant money-making ideas.
"It's just that there are some things I don't quite understand..."
Cuizhu scratched her head and pointed at the business manual.
"Miss, what is a V, VIP customer? What is a marketing plan?"
Even though Quan Jiu had taught her, the three English words "VIP" were still hard to swallow.
Quan Jiu rubbed her head and said, "You'll know tomorrow."
………
She directly copied the marketing methods of modern websites like MoJing, Taobao, and Xixi.
Discounts, red envelopes, lucky draws, VIP points system, group buying...
"Groups of three get a 20% discount; groups of five get one free, and we even offer door-to-door delivery..."
The people passing by stared at the red paper posted at the door with curiosity. They had never heard of the term "free of charge". The small vendors were all poor people. When they bought vegetables on weekdays, they were unwilling to pay even half a copper coin less, let alone for free.
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