Melancholy, Li Zhufeng looked at the horizon and kept sighing.
The ten-day deadline has expired, and not even 20,000 people, let alone 30,000 people, have been recruited.
The first batch of 10,000 people recruited were all not afraid of death and wanted to fight for fame and fortune on the battlefield.
But the first batch of such people has almost been recruited.
If we recruit the second batch, it will be limited.
This also led to the fact that as time passed day by day, Li Zhufeng's soldiers remained the same, with no growth.
That is to say, Zhang Xun was brave enough to intercede with the emperor on his behalf and granted him a few more days of grace.
But... to put it bluntly, if you want to recruit 30,000 people, it doesn't matter how many days of grace you have.
Need to change places!
But if you go out to the capital and recruit troops and come back, it won't just take a few days.
By then, it will inevitably be delayed.
On the Holy Sage's side, no matter how great Zhang Xun's reputation is, what he can say on his behalf is limited.
If he missed the deadline again and again, the Holy Spirit would inevitably feel that he was incompetent.
I'm afraid that he will rarely be used in the future.
And if a general fades away from the emperor's vision, will he still have any future?
Li Zhufeng is unwilling to give in!
The last time he was defeated, he realized that the right time, place, and people were not on his side.
Because of this incident, I have been on the bench for more than ten years.
Now that he has finally been re-appointed due to competition from many forces, it would be a bit ridiculous to let the Holy Emperor down without even going to the battlefield.
But...it's useless no matter how unwilling you are!
If someone doesn't want to surrender to the army, he just doesn't want to surrender to the army, and Li Zhufeng can't hold a knife to someone's neck.
So...what can be done? It just makes you sad!
However, just when Li Zhufeng sighed, Li Changkong strode in with his head held high, humming a tune in his mouth, obviously in a happy mood.
Seeing his son so happy, Li Zhufeng reluctantly suppressed some of his sadness, squeezed out a smile and said, "Changkong, what are you so happy about?"
"Oh, it's not a big deal. It's just that the Zhenguo fast food shop that I jointly opened with a few brothers has opened."
"Zhenguo? Fast food?" When these two terms were combined together, Li Zhufeng was really stunned for a long time.
"Changkong, my father is stupid, why is this a fast food? And isn't the word "Zhenguo" a bit too big?"
"Of course, being a father is not against you doing business. Compared with the past, you can do some business, regardless of whether you make money or not. As a father, I am very pleased."
"It's just that our family is just a marquis' mansion after all. With a name as big as Zhenguo, it's easy to be criticized."
"Hey, don't worry, father. There are also members of His Royal Highness in this shop. The word "zhengguo" is used just right."
"His Royal Highness is also here, so I can rest assured as a father." Since Li Changkong entered the Qianlong Camp, he has been working in the East Palace every day. Even though he is only an eighth-grade Tiger Lieutenant, compared with his current official position, he can be called heavenly. Different places.
However, Li Zhufeng still enjoys it every time he thinks about it.
The eighth grade of Qianlong Camp can still have a relationship with the prince. Can this be an ordinary eighth grade?
As long as Changkong doesn't do ridiculous things anymore and annoy the prince.
After the prince ascends the throne, he will definitely have a place among the generals!
In addition, after a hundred years, the title of Marquis Wuling can also be passed on to Changkong.
When the time comes that he will have an official position and title, Changkong will surely be safe for the rest of his life.
Even if he goes underground, he can still have an explanation with his child's mother.
"As for this fast food..." Li Changkong gave up and did not explain immediately. Instead, he took out a bag of instant noodles and a can from behind his back, placed them in front of Li Zhufeng, and said, "Dad, you have a try. "
"This...did you do this?" Li Zhufeng looked at the two strange-shaped things in front of him, feeling quite confused.
"So be it." Li Zhufeng touched his nose, thinking of Zhang Huaimin who was tortured to death by Zhu Ben and Jia Pingsheng, and felt a little guilty.
When Li Zhufeng heard this, his doubts disappeared and he felt happy and relieved.
In fact, his eyes gradually became moist.
"The wind and sand in this house are so strong that my father...my father's eyes were blinded."
"Changkong is so sensible, he already knows how to cook for daddy."
"If your mother knew about it, I don't know how happy she would be."
As he spoke, Li Zhufeng's eyes became increasingly red.
This child has really enlightened himself and is completely different from before!
"Ahem, Dad, you'd better try it first." Because he didn't make it himself, Li Zhufeng felt more guilty the more he talked about it, so he urged.
"Okay, okay, dad will try it now." Li Zhufeng wiped the corners of his eyes and made up his mind that as long as it was made by his son, even if it was poison, he would eat it all.
After all, this is his son's first time cooking. As a father, he can't ruin his son's fun, can he?
However, when he wanted to move his mouth, he was stunned. After a while, he scratched his head and asked: "Changkong, how do you eat this...?"
Looking at the cloth bags and tin cans in front of him, he really had no idea what to eat!
Hearing this, Li Changkong took out a knife, pried open the can and handed it to Li Zhufeng.
"Dad, this is marinated fish, please try it."
"Oh, you actually eat it like this. My son is quite innovative." Li Zhufeng opened the can and ate it without any precaution.
As he ate, his eyes widened.
This tastes...ok!
Although it is not comparable to the chefs in the Hou Mansion, it is already much better than what ordinary people eat.
Although the marinated fish is a little salty and has a strong texture, it is still meat after all!
If ordinary people want to eat meat, why don’t they do it during the holidays?
Can your son cook like this for the first time?
Hiss! Isn’t my son a genius at cooking?
"It's delicious! It's so delicious! If your Uncle Zhang knew that Dad could eat such delicious food, he would be so angry that he would even have his nose twisted."
"Dad, please try this noodle again." Li Changkong pushed the instant noodles over again.
"Well, dad won't eat this either." Li Zhufeng touched his head again, feeling embarrassed in front of his son.
"Cough, cough, cough, steward Yang, bring some boiling water!" Li Changkong shouted outside the main hall at the top of his lungs.
"I know, Master! Come right now!"
After receiving Butler Yang's response, Li Changkong cut open the cloth bag with a knife and took out the noodles.
After Li Zhufeng saw it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This was the first time he had seen such hard dough. How was he going to eat it?
That’s all, as long as it’s done by my son, I’ll swallow it alive!
Li Zhufeng gritted his teeth, stared, took the noodle cake in Li Zhufeng's hand, and was about to swallow it alive.
"Hey, Dad, what are you doing? This needs to be soaked in water!"
"Ah? This way of eating is quite novel." Li Zhufeng hurriedly stopped eating it raw and rubbed his head again, feeling that he was embarrassed in front of his son.
I don’t know how Changkong created these weird things.