When a group of people heard this, they quickly stood around respectfully.
As expected.
Peter the Great, accompanied by Catherine, came over.
He looked first at Menshikov, then at Osilev.
He couldn't help but shook his head.
He knew that the fight between these two men had recently caused a lot of discussion within Tsarist Russia. He couldn't help but sigh deeply. Brother Menshikov was doing more and more too much. He had been
Warnings, warnings all the time, but still couldn't stop his greed.
So this time, he came in person.
"I'm quite relieved that both adults are here. It seems that everyone knows that the military rations this time are of great importance."
Peter chuckled.
The two people quickly bowed respectfully.
Menshikov said loudly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, this army ration is what the Longyan people say, use the other's spear to attack the other's shield! Hahahaha! When we win a complete victory, the Longyan people will
I found out that it was they themselves who had the problem!"
As soon as these words came out, those losers also praised him one after another.
He admired Menshikov's strategy and was astonished by his talent, his great strategy, his valor and his bravery.
The corners of Osilev's mouth began to twitch when he heard this.
Peter chuckled, nodded, and looked at Osilev: "Master Osilev, what do you think?"
Osilev sighed: "Your Majesty, after three days of inspection, there is indeed nothing wrong with this batch of military rations. And the quality is all of high quality..."
Peter pondered: "Can we send it to the front line? That guy Rumyantsev writes letters every day! Eight letters a day, I can't stand it anymore!"
"this......"
Osilev must be unhappy in his heart.
But I couldn't find any reason to refute this matter.
Peter seemed to have lost his patience and waved his hand: "Send it to the front line! As long as the battle situation eases this time, Osilev will be credited with a great credit!"
Menshikov said excitedly: "Why don't you thank Your Majesty quickly!"
Osilev cried out sadly in his heart. He had no choice but to thank him respectfully.
Peter the Great then turned and left.
Menshikov quickly followed behind.
Ekaterina beside Peter sighed slightly and glanced at Menshikov angrily. The latter smiled, as if to say, as long as you are here, in the whole of Tsarist Russia, who am I afraid of?
"Menshikov..."
They entered Peter's carriage together, and Peter the Great looked over slowly.
"His Majesty......"
Facing Peter, Menshikov still did not dare to be presumptuous.
Peter the Great smiled coldly: "There are some things that you still have to pay attention to..."
Menshikov immediately made various assurances, just as before.
Peter shook his head: "It's very tiring to be in charge of a country. The higher the position, the more things you have to do. Menshikov, one person can't make enough money."
"What?"
When Menshikov heard this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and looked at Peter in disbelief.
This was the first time Peter had said this to himself.