Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me

Others were in pain all over and didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Okay." Da Zhuang thought that they all thought so and agreed, even smiling lightly.

"When you die on the battlefield, your wife will marry someone else, and your children will call someone else daddy. If your wife marries a kind-hearted family, the children will be able to grow up...

If you are a traitor, the abuse of your children will be light. If you are more cruel, you will force your children to grow up. Once the daughter is sold, the son will be talked about how to support the family and make money for the family all his life. People act like donkeys, their bodies are so exhausted that they can’t even leave any descendants, and when they die, no one will burn paper…”

When everyone heard this, they were so angry that their heads were filled with smoke.

Tired from crying, his legs swung wildly, and he gritted his teeth and climbed up, "I'll practice."

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to teach anymore." Da Zhuang said expressionlessly.

The big guys were so frightened that they all jumped up from the ground.

"Dazhuang, no, we're just taking a break, we didn't say we won't practice."

"Yes, yes, we all know that you are trying to keep us alive, and we are willing to learn."

…

Da Zhuang glanced at the people who spoke one by one, his tone cold.

"Will the barbarians in Beiling give you some time to rest?"

"This is a battlefield, a place where you die or I die. What do you think this is, children playing house?"

"If you think so, it doesn't matter if you don't learn how to protect yourself, just go to the battlefield like this."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Er paused on the spot for a moment, then turned to follow.

Back at the camp, the two of them sat by the fire.

After a moment of silence, Er Leng finally spoke, "Are you really not going to teach anymore?"

Da Zhuang raised his eyes to look at him, but there was no anger on his face.

"I know how to teach, but not now." When the people in Zhuxi Village are afraid from their hearts, he will teach again, and he will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

He admired Er Leng's attitude and perseverance. He said: "You practice what I taught you before. It will only be good for you."

"Okay." Er Leng nodded, and then solemnly said: "Thank you."

Da Zhuang stirred the charcoal fire in the basin, and the fire blurred the emotion in his eyes.

"No thanks, Zhuxi Village also helped us."

Although he is not a hero, he still understands the principle of repaying kindness with a drop of water and a spring of spring.

Therefore, he will do his best to bring the people of Zhuxi Village back.

The next day, the trumpet sounded early in the morning.

Da Zhuang and others quickly put on their clothes and gathered urgently.

Everyone saw a somewhat familiar face standing next to the young general who was training them.

This man seemed to have gone hunting in their village.

"Pack your things and follow me. From today on, I will be your trainer." The corners of Liufeng's mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was very meaningful.

Hahaha, he can finally get over his addiction to torturing others! !

Many new soldiers were recruited, divided into several teams, and assigned to different generals.

Liufeng was curious about Dazhuang's potential, so he volunteered after the prince said he should strengthen training.

Everyone in Zhuxi Village hurriedly returned to the camp, packed their military bags and came out quickly.

Then.

Liufeng saw at a glance the... baggage they carried.

This baggage is no problem to carry on my back.

The key is that everyone has it, neatly and stylishly.

Liufeng turned to look at his baggage, frowning.

...The more I look at it, the uglier it gets!

Not knowing what he thought of, his eyes flashed and he walked towards Da Zhuang.

"Can I take a look at your luggage?"

Da Zhuang corrected him with a serious face, "It's not a baggage, it's a marching bag."

"March bag...? It deserves its name."

Shen Yuansi was impressed by Liu Feng and saw that he seemed to be very interested in the marching bag. He took a step forward and said, "Sister Nian came up with this marching bag. It is practical and convenient. It can hold a lot of things without affecting movement."

Liufeng said in surprise: "Are you talking about Miss Shen?"

"yes."

Liufeng became more and more interested in the marching bag, so he said: "This bag is convenient and suitable for each person. You wait for me for a quarter of an hour, and I will go back to the general first."

The bag that the Crown Princess came up with must be one for everyone!

Shen Yuansi unloaded the bag with a wink, took out the contents and handed them to Liu Feng, "General, take the real thing."

General? Liufeng was stunned by the shout.

Then I thought that I was indeed a general appointed by His Majesty, so I didn't say anything.

"Thank you." Liufeng said politely, and then went to the main tent.

Xiao Zhi was a little surprised when he saw him, "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, look at this." Liufeng gave up and put the military bag on the table.

The prince picked up the bag with his long, jade-like fingers, looked through it carefully, and said calmly: "This item is suitable for marching."

"Your Majesty is amazing." Liufeng said with admiration, and then said to Yourong: "Your Majesty, you must not know who thought of this military bag..."

Xiao Zhi glanced at him and his eyes paused slightly.

Could this reaction be...

"It must be what Madam wants." He said slowly.

Liufeng: "..."

After being stunned for a moment, he said: "How did the prince know?"

Xiao Zhi's eyes overflowed with smiles, and his tone was particularly gentle, "I guessed it."

...This kind of ingenuity can only be thought of by his thoughts.

Besides, Liu Feng's thoughts were too easy to guess.

"The prince is wise." Liu Feng, who knew nothing about the truth, praised.

Seeing that the prince was in a good mood, he brought it up for the purpose of asking, "Your Majesty, what do you think of giving this military bag to each person in the army?"

Xiao Zhi's heart moved and he narrowed his deep black eyes. After a moment, he said: "Yes! This matter will be discussed separately. You can go ahead."

As soon as Liufeng saw the prince's expression, he knew he had a plan, "Yes."

Xiao Zhi thought for a while and wrote a letter to the prince.

The prince of a country has a somewhat inferior reputation among generals. Although the matter of marching bags is small, if done well, it may have surprising results.

After writing the letter, Xiao Zhi took out a small portrait of Shen Nian from his chest.

This painting doesn't capture half of the lady's beauty, but it's better than nothing.

The young prince looked at the little statue intently, his eyes incredibly soft.

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More than half a month later, the prince received the letter.

"March bag...?" Xiao Chen muttered, "It's just a bag. Why do you think so highly of this thing?"

The master has doubts in his mind. At this time, it is the turn of the head eunuch to come into play.

Then he saw the chief eunuch coming in with a boy.

"Your Highness, take a look."

The young man seemed very nervous, with a timid expression, and did not dare to raise his eyes.

The small body is carrying a big bag, which looks a little out of place.

Xiao Chen didn't expect that the people below would make such a fuss and actually find someone to come here.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he took a look at it and said, "This military bag is really convenient. Okay, let's get down."

The boy trying the bags goes down.

Xiao Chen read the letter again.

The letter stated that Jinzhi planned to open a bag-making factory somewhere in Suizhou and asked him to invest money.

"I really don't know how to see outsiders." The prince chuckled, "No one in the court dares to talk to me like this."

Although he said this, the corners of his mouth were raised high, obviously he was in a very good mood.