C139 Startled by the News of the Twelve Young Masters(1)

When the soldiers were done, Fu Ting walked a few rounds in the formation, satisfied: "Good, all good" However, he knew in his heart that after this trip, only half of the 10,000 people would be able to return. "Only half a day..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the soldiers at the rear of the formation and bowed. Only then did he realize that his voice was too low. He turned around and looked at the deputy behind him. "This official is short of breath, cough - cough... You speak for me." His face instantly turned red.

"We all know that Lord Fu's body is weak." The deputy said in a sympathetic tone: "We will give orders when necessary, Lord Fu can return to the tent to rest" Since he has become the commander of the three armies, he cannot return home.

Fu Tingzhi understood that he would only be stopping him if he stayed behind, so he followed the soldier who led the way back to the tent. When he walked to a large tent, he saw a man in a navy blue official robe standing outside the tent. Upon closer inspection, it was actually Zhou Shengchong. "Brother Hong Qing -"

"Zhizhi." Zhou Sun Zhongtong took a few steps forward and said, "This official heard that Pavilion Head is going to the majority of the cities, so he specially came to follow."

Although they did not contact each other, Fu Zhizhi knew that Zhou Sun Sheng had obtained the rank of a Rank-6 official after the Huiyuan examination. To actually manage a job under Fault, he said, "That's really great." He did not expect that You had only mentioned the prerequisite last night. Today, the person had arrived. "Brother Hong Qing, when you arrive, Fu Zhizhi will be relieved."

Zhou Sun Chong said, "Thank you for Ting Zhizhi's recommendation. The Prime Minister has already instructed us to prepare the salaries for the army and the grain is currently being prepared." As he spoke, he pointed and a carriage carrying a large box was unloading the goods.

Fu Ting's heart immediately fell back into his stomach, "Many thanks for your help, Prime Minister. Many thanks, Brother Hong Qing." He stretched out his hand and pulled his arm. "We haven't seen each other for a year. Let's have a good chat." He dragged him into the tent to have a good chat.

The next day, the three armies gathered. Emperor Zhou Wen entered the camp and personally offered the flag for the army.

After the officials and ministers bid their farewells, Fu Ting's four-horse carriage led the way. The soldiers followed and headed to the front lines.

After walking half a mile out of the camp, they suddenly heard a commotion. Outside the carriage, the Qiu Dynasty pushed open the carriage and said, "It's the civilians who came to see young master. Young master, do you want to come out?"

He had to go out! Fu Zhizhi did not expect his reputation to be so high. He heard the civilians shouting, "Lord Fu Sifu, you must win!" "Lord Fu will definitely win this battle!" Wait, how could he not appear?

After calling for the carriage to stop, Fu Sixie got out of the carriage and walked to the people. She bowed and said, "Fu Sixie, what virtues and abilities do you have? How dare you ask the villagers to send you off?"

"Lord Fu!" A scholar in a long robe and a white beard walked out of the crowd. He held a bag in his hand. "This is a token of appreciation from a few merchants as a military fund. I hope Lord Fu will accept it." There was a rectangular box inside the bundle. There must be banknotes in the box.

Emperor Zhou Wen knew that he didn't have any money. The military salary had been delayed for a few months. The money Zhou Sun Zhongtong had brought yesterday was only enough for the ten thousand soldiers of the City Administrative Mentor Court. The manor lords were still waiting for Emperor Zhou Wen to deliver the money. This situation was always mentioned in the letter.

Now that Fu Ting was going to most of the battles, the soldiers definitely hoped that the son of the Zhongyi House could bring them some money. Thinking back to the battle at Tushan last year, it was also Fu Ting's planned salary. The soldiers threw their heads and spilled their blood in front of them. They could not possibly not even pay for their safety, right?

This money really solved the anxiety on Fu Ting's forehead. Fu Ting was overjoyed. Grabbing the scholar's hands, he said, "It really is timely help, timely help!" For a moment, he could not be reserved and turned around to call out loudly, "Quickly invite Hong Qing over. Hurry up."

The scholar originally thought that there would be a rejection, but he did not expect that the pavilion master would immediately accept it. He knew the background of the Fu Family. He also saw that Fu Si had a noble bearing and knew that he was not a greedy person. The scholar also thought for a long time and immediately understood that Fu Ting's military expenditure should be very tight. That was why it was like this.

The scholar's eyes immediately became wet. "Lord Fu..." He tried his best to remain calm and could not hold it in. In the end, tears still flowed down. "The military expenditure is so tight. How is Lord Fu going to fight this war..."

When the civilians who stood closer heard this, they were shocked. They also saw that Fu Ting looked like he could be blown away by the wind. When they thought of the news that he had just recovered from a serious illness, they could not help but cry. "Lord Fu's body is so weak. When you go to the battlefield, you must take care of yourself. The Great Zhou depends on you... "

"Lord Fu's body really recovered?" The scholar held onto the arm of the pavilion and felt a bone. "The army is outside. This body..."

The Talisman Pavilion forcefully squeezed out a smile. "It makes you feel ashamed and cannot speak." As he spoke, Zhou Sun Zhongtong ran from the rear of the army, panting. "Ting Zhi, I heard that there are people who are kind?"

"Hong, come quickly." Fu Zhizhi quickly handed over the box. "This is the military fund donated by the merchants. I didn't see much either."

"That's great!" Zhou Sun Sheng opened the box and saw a hundred taels of silver lying in it. He picked them up and counted. There were actually five notes. "That's great, that's great!" As he spoke, he cupped his fists and bowed earnestly to the scholar and the villagers. "Thank you, thank you."

The scholar hurriedly pulled Zhou Sun Sheng up and turned to the side to make way for the table of books in the crowd. "Lord Fu, please!"

Fu Ting was a little modest. He walked to the table and said, "I have made a fool of myself." Following the scholar's request, he waved his pen and wrote four words. "Please pass it on to a few merchants."