"Okay, I won't take it from you for nothing. I'll give you a good sword in the army. That sword was specially made by the Chaoting Foundry. It's very useful." Zhao Zilong slapped the table and his pride filled Yunxiao.
"Master Zhao, don't talk about swords." Yang Yun shook his head.
"What? Is my knife bad? It's top quality." Zhao Zilong was stunned.
"The knives used by my lord's personal guards are better than yours," Yang Yun said.
"Impossible! My knife is very sharp. Can a small personal guard use a knife of my level?" Zhao Zilong snorted.
"Uh, Zhao Du, come here." Tang Wen called.
Zhao Du clenched his fists and walked in from the door.
"Bring the knife to Mr. Zhao to see." Tang Wen said.
Zhao Du took off the knife and handed it to Zhao Zilong with both hands. After Zhao Zilong took it, he drew the knife out of its sheath and cast a cold shadow. Zhao Zilong was suddenly stunned.
He stretched out his hand and touched it, and with a force, a half-foot-long sword suddenly popped out.
After hesitating, Zhao Zilong slashed at the coffee table next to him, and bang, a corner of the coffee table was cut off, and the blade was flush and as smooth as a mirror.
"What a good knife, what a good knife." Zhao Zhilong couldn't help but sigh.
He stood up, jumped to the open space, roared loudly, and with a burst of sword energy, slashed towards a rock in the ground.
With a click, the stone was cut open and became as smooth as a mirror.
"The sword, it's really a sword." Zhao Zhilong was amazed and handed the sword back to Zhao Du.
"How does it compare with your sword, Mr. Zhao?" Yang Yun asked with a smile.
"It's better than mine, sir. Where did you get these swords? Are they even suitable for personal guards?" Zhao Zhilong's eyes turned a little red.
"I'm from the West. Come and give me a knife to Mr. Zhao." Tang Wen said and Luo Yiwu nodded.
Entering the warehouse, there are all top-grade swords piled there, which are infinitely close to top-grade swords.
It was the batch of goods that Xuanbao Pavilion forcibly sold to Tang Wen at that time, for a handful of fifty low-grade spiritual stones.
Tang Wen was brutally stabbed, and he was dressed in a fine leather suit.
Soon, a wooden box was brought over.
Zhao Zhilong took it, opened it, took out the sword, and drew it. Suddenly, a groan came out.
"Good sword, good sword, I want it, I want it, I will give you double combat merit." Zhao Zhilong cheered repeatedly, put the knife away, and the master behind him quickly took it.
"Sir Zhao, the generals in the army are the key to the success or failure of the war. I, Tang Wen, am from the Chu State, and of course I am devoted to the court. I will give ten high-grade swords to your friends. When the time comes, I hope they can take them into battle to kill the enemy.
"Tang Wendao.
"Thank you, Sir! Zhao thanked you on behalf of the soldiers at the front!" Zhao Zilong stood up and bowed specially to greet him.
"Sir, your sword is better than our superior swords, isn't it cheap?" Zhao Zhilong asked.
"A handful of gold, a thousand taels." Tang Wen said.
"Okay! It's not expensive!" Zhao Zhilong clapped his hands and said to the master behind him, "Master Zhou, remember, one sword has two hundred military merits, plus this one of mine."
"That's 2,200 military exploits." Master Zhou nodded, took out the roster and wrote it down.
"By the way, I almost forgot about the real thing when I talked about the sword." Zhao Zhilong said and glanced at Yang Yun.
"Sir, aren't you in need of people? It's just right. It's just luck this time. Mr. Zhao helped you get a group of people, more than a thousand people." Yang Yundao said.
"Where did it come from?" Tang Wen asked.
"This time they are not from prison, but real villagers.
They are all residents of Moyun Village and live in the most remote "Tugou County" in our Yanling County, more than a hundred miles away from you.
In the mountain nest of the village, there used to be a black liquid flowing down from the mountain from time to time. It was very smelly and sticky.
However, the flow was not large, and the villagers no longer cared about it.
It's been terrible recently, it seems like there was an eruption, and a big hole opened up on the top of the mountain.
The black water flowed straight down and soon submerged the entire village. The surrounding farmland was destroyed, making it impossible for people to live in it.
They lost their home and don't know what to do?
The garrison camp is only about ten miles away from them, and they usually have a good relationship with them. The mountain people occasionally send some game to the garrison camp.
No, Mr. Zhao is also kind-hearted and went to Yanling County to find Mr. Zhang to find a solution.
Mr. Zhang thought of you and asked me to accompany him to see Koh Samui.
It would be best if they could be resettled," Yang Yun said.
"It's okay if you want to be resettled, but you have to sell yourself to the Tang family. That's the condition." Tang Wen said.
"I told them this too, but they initially refused.
So, I brought them here to have a look, and you can talk to their village leader Mo Dachang."
Yang Yundao said, "This is also a good thing for our prefect's Yamen, so if the negotiation can be concluded, we will record your military exploits for you, one for each person."
"Butler Luo, let them take a bath and change clothes, then take them around and have dinner together at noon," Tang Wen said.
"If we change our clothes before we reach an agreement, what if they don't sell our clothes?" Luo Yiwu asked.
"Just give it to them for free, and give each person two taels of silver as a payment and a bucket of rice to send them away," Tang Wen said.
"Your Majesty is really a kind man." Zhao Zhilong sighed while stroking his beard.
"Since Mr. Zhao brought them, we can't treat them badly. This is just like doing business. There is no friendship between transactions." Tang Wen said.
"Well said, business cannot be done without friendship. The Lord is a man of kindness and justice." Zhao Zhilong nodded.
"Master, it's already twelve o'clock, can we serve dinner?" At this time, Lin Xian'er came in and asked.
"Eat, eat, please, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Yang." Tang Wen stood up and said with a smile.
Also accompanying Zhao Zhilong was a man named Chu Zhao. This man was quite young, in his early twenties, and had an extraordinary appearance.
After entering the dining room, the four of us sat down, and soon the food was served.
"Come here, bring up my ten-year-old daughter." Zhao Zhilong called out.
"Master Zhao, I won't drink your wine today. You are a guest from afar, so of course you have to drink my wine." Tang Wen said with a smile.
"The daughter's red that Mr. Zhao brings is made by a special brewer. The ordinary wine is not strong enough, and Mr. Zhao will not be satisfied with it." Chu Zhao said with a smile.
"Could it be the daughter's red wine brewed by Jiangjun Villa?" Luo Yiwu asked.
"Butler Luo is very knowledgeable. You all know this. Then you should know that it is very strong, and it is particularly refreshing when you drink it." Zhao Zhilong said with a slightly amused smile.
"Of course, it's estimated to be around sixty degrees." Luo Yiwu nodded.
"Du? What do you mean?" Zhao Zhilong was stunned and asked.
"It's the potency of wine. The stronger the wine, the higher the alcohol content. Like 60-proof liquor, it can be ignited with fire." Luo Yiwu explained with a smile.
After following Tang Wen for a few months now, in addition to modern technology, he also knows some modern terminology.
"Of course, of course, how can you enjoy the wine if it's not strong? So, the wine you usually drink is not strong enough to make you drunk. We who fight like strong wine." Zhao Zhilong said with a smile.
"That's true. The soldiers in the military camp all like to drink strong alcohol. They are all good men and stand upright." Chu Zhao said with a smile.
"Okay, Butler Luo, let's drink vodka today." Tang Wen said with a smile.
"Then it's a good idea, I'm sure Mr. Zhao and Mr. Chu will be satisfied." Luo Yiwu suddenly trembled.
He tasted vodka some time ago and almost drank it. He couldn't drink it after one sip.
"The wine that satisfies me has not been released yet! Even the fifteen-year-old Nuerhong is not enough." Zhao Zhilong said with an arrogant look.
"Bring the ice cubes, add them to drink today." Tang Wen said, Luo Yiwu nodded, went back to the room and brought a box up.
Pour it on, add ice cubes, hand it to Zhao Zhilong and say, "Mr. Zhao, try it?"
Chapter completed!