He doesn’t cause trouble and doesn’t cause trouble, so he is despised for no reason.
The ten thousand grass and mud horses in Li Qinzai's heart are galloping happily and spitting...
"What the hell..." Li Qinzai was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword.
Liu Asi hurriedly said: "Fifth Young Master, please calm down. You are worth a thousand pieces of gold. Don't argue with this kind of person."
Li Qinzai said angrily: "How can I rely on the influence of my ancestors and fathers? The divine arm bow, horseshoes, gunpowder... I made them all. They are real skills. Why do you despise me?"
Liu Asi consoled him: "Qian Yi is just a vulgar martial artist. The only skill in the eyes of such a person is to fight with real swords and guns on the battlefield. How could he understand that a casual thought of the Fifth Young Master can be a powerful weapon to conquer the country?"
Thousands of troops and horses.”
After Li Qinzai got angry, he felt it was pointless.
It's so immature for an adult who has lived two lifetimes to be so easily taken advantage of.
Write down his name, circle his name every day, and curse him to break his leg while riding. This is what a mature man should do.
"That's all, don't argue with him. He's just a grain inspector..." Li Qinzai said and was suddenly startled: "By the way, I am the marching commander, Shi, and he is the grain inspector. Which one of us is more senior?"
Liu Asi said without thinking: "Of course it is the Fifth Young Master. You are the highest civilian official in this army. The two grain inspectors just took the initiative to salute you. The Fifth Young Master has forgotten?"
Li Qinzai smiled in relief.
Fortunately, he was a high-ranking official. No matter how much Qian Yi despised him, he had to practice subordinate etiquette conscientiously.
Isn't that what officialdom is like? Supervisors and subordinates are friendly on the surface, but secretly despise each other. Li Qinzai experienced his experience as a social beast in his previous life. At that time, he looked down on his superiors secretly, just like the goalkeeper of the national football team, even tying a dog.
Stronger than him.
Two days later, the grain team arrived in Puzhou.
Qian Yi and An Jinzhi greeted him outside the city gate, and the governor of Puzhou also came out.
Originally, there was a small grain team, and as the governor, there was no need to personally welcome him out of the city gate. However, the governor did not welcome the grain team, but Li Qinzai.
The grandson of an English duke, he was a county prince himself, he belonged to such a prominent family, and he was a young minister who was favored by the Holy Spirit. His future was boundless. If the governor had a clearer mind, he would never turn a blind eye to Li Qinzai.
The governor of Puzhou was obviously very clear-headed. Not only did he personally welcome Li Qinzai out of the city gate, he also warmly invited Li Qinzai into the city for a banquet.
Li Qinzai declined politely. He didn't like socializing, and he had the responsibility of escorting food and grass. Li Qinzai did not dare to drink for fear of getting into trouble.
In the end, Li Qinzai did not even enter the city gate, but camped outside the city with the grain team.
As for the grain inspector Qian Yi and his deputy general An Jinzhi, Li Qinzai paid special attention to them.
An Jinzhi behaved normally, as a subordinate treats his superior, respectful and courteous, with an online emotional intelligence. Perhaps secretly he despised Li Qinzai more than Qian Yi, but he did enough on the surface.
Qian Yi still looked arrogant and indifferent. Compared with Li Qinzai's pleasant appearance, Qian Yi looked more like a boss.
It doesn't matter, Li Qinzai has a broad mind, and his mind automatically sets him up as a fart.
Three thousand stones of grain and grass from Puzhou City have been delivered, and the scale of the grain team has become even larger.
The nearly twenty-day trip lasted from the New Year to the beginning of spring. Li Qinzai was in a state of ecstasy. When the grain team arrived in Dengzhou, the weather had already become a bit warmer than spring.
The 10,000 reinforcements from Chang'an arrived in Dengzhou three days earlier than Li Qinzai's grain team.
At this time, flags were flying in Dengzhou City, thousands of horses were in silence, and more than a hundred warships in the port outside the city were ready to go. The entire army, excluding civilians and rural drills, totaled more than 14,000 people.
More than 10,000 people were waiting for Li Qinzai's supplies.
Arranging the grain team to camp outside Dengzhou City, Li Qinzai put on his waist badge and confession papers and hurried into the city.
The military tent of Sun Renshi, the commander-in-chief of the march of Xiongjin Road, was set up in the Dengzhou Governor's Mansion. After the soldiers in front of the door checked their waist badges and filed complaints, Li Qinzai walked slowly into the Governor's Mansion.
Master Sun Ren was working in the lobby. When Li Qinzai stepped into the front yard, he felt the murderous intent of the battlefield rushing towards his face. The air was stagnant and tense. Everyone was in a hurry. Scouts carrying red feather mailboxes came in and out, mixed in from time to time.
The orderly footsteps of soldiers gathering outside the Governor's Mansion.
Li Qinzai felt his heart beat faster for no apparent reason.
It was the first time in my life that I was so close to war.
Although the war hadn't started yet, the air seemed to carry an unpleasant smell of rust and blood. Li Qinzai instantly thought of the slaughterhouse in his previous life.
After gathering himself, Li Qinzai kept calm and continued walking forward. When he walked into the lobby, he saw a sixty-year-old veteran wearing armor sitting behind a desk, engrossed in writing something.
The veteran has gray eyebrows, a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and has a majestic expression, like a serious and unsmiling principal.
Li Qinzai, who is fully clothed in armor, performs a military general’s fist salute.
"Shi Li Qinzai, the marching commander of Xiongjin Road, paid a visit to General Manager Sun Da. The lower official was ordered to escort the first batch of 5,000 shi of grain and grass from Chang'an. The civilians and soldiers of the grain team on the way normally consumed 600 shi, and the remaining 4,300 shi of grain and grass have arrived outside the city.
After the inventory has been completed, I will give my order to the Chief Supervisor for a reply."
Sun Renshi put down his pen and raised his head, looking at him up and down with majestic eyes. For a long time, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The smile disappeared in a flash, and he soon returned to seriousness.
"I have heard for a long time that Old Duke Li has a great grandson who is gifted and talented. Today I am lucky enough to meet him, and I know that the rumors are true." Master Sun Ren said with a straight face.
Li Qinzai stared at Master Sun Ren's expression carefully.
It was obviously a compliment, but the coach said it with a straight face. Li Qinzai couldn't help but wonder if he was speaking ironically.
"Well, I'm just trying to deceive the world and steal my reputation. I really don't dare to be the general manager and make false praise." Li Qinzai said modestly.
Sun Renshi twitched his lips again: "Humility is a good thing, but the term 'deceiving the world and stealing fame' is too much."
"Although I don't have much contact with your grandfather, I have always admired Mr. Li's character and illustrious military exploits. From now on, if there are no outsiders present, there is no harm in calling him 'Grandpa Sun'."
Li Qinzai opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
The title is weird. If Master Sun Ren blurts out "Grandpa is here" after calling it, he will suffer a big loss. You are not Sun Dasheng, and I am not a landowner. It is better for everyone to maintain a pure superior-subordinate relationship.
Obviously he was just an insignificant marching commander, but Master Sun Ren seemed not to want to let Li Qinzai go.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he stared at Li Qinzai and said, "I heard that you are a man of unparalleled knowledge. The emperor also values you very highly because of your talent. It is unheard of for someone in his twenties to be granted a title. Jing Chu must be a little overweight."
"Now that all the troops of the King of the Tang Dynasty have been assembled in Dengzhou, the navy is also waiting at the port for military orders to set sail. I would like to ask if Jingchu has a good strategy to defeat the enemy? The army should use its best, but Jingchu must not hide his secrets.
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Li Qinzai smiled bitterly. He had never learned the art of war, nor had he ever led an army to fight. You ask me such an important question? Whose responsibility is it if Datang loses the battle?