Xu Er picked up another piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Three years later, the Xu family has controlled Juzhou and Rizhao counties. The next step is to take all Qilu and cut off the Grand Canal route."

"Three years later, our commander has repeatedly defeated the Tartars, with thousands of powerful soldiers under his command, and even Xianggong Wen has to look at him."

"Three years later, I, Xu Er, can already sit in the Wen Mansion and enjoy the wine and meat."

Xu Er said satisfied:

"My future will definitely not be the case. When the commander takes all Qilu, an old man from a personal army, who is born in a private army, will definitely get the opportunity to stand alone, and maybe he will get a new camp."

"If the commander can achieve greater achievements, then I will naturally rise."

"But, Brother Gan, are you? You still have to go back to Li's house and continue floating on the sea?"

Gan Xiong looked at the 19-year-old boy in a daze, and then said dumbly after a while: "Big..., the boss treats me well..."

"You boss and Li Feihu are brothers." Xu Er laughed and said, "Isn't Li Feihu asking our commander yet, I want a chance to recruit someone alone?"

"Our commander said that in this world, opportunity is the most precious thing."

"Everyone can encounter this kind of treasure several times in his life, but not everyone can grasp it."

"I think our commander is right. Brother Gan, I just think you are a hero and will tell you so much. You can do whatever you want in the future."

Xu Er used a wooden spoon to scoop out a full gravy, sprinkled it evenly on the white rice, and then stopped talking and began to stew the rice fiercely.

‘The commander is eager to seek talent. If I can win over this Gan Xiong, the commander will be happy.’

‘And if I bring him here, he is my man. I will definitely go further if I support each other in the future.’

...

Liaoyang, the capital of the Great Jin Empire under the night sky.

The Chongzheng Hall, built in the pattern of the Han people in the south, was filled with Jurchen nobles, various marshals (Bojilie), and Du Marshals (Meng'an, who has a higher level and strong strength) sat all over the room.

These people all had sinister faces, like wild animals, setting off a few Han civil servants like little white rabbits.

Bojiliheshilizhining knelt on the ground and bowed to the master who was sitting on the throne above.

The founding of the Great Jin Dynasty has been more than 30 years ago. The Khan throne has been passed down for two generations and its authority is growing increasingly. However, the top nobles like Bojilie have gradually degenerated into the concept of "a commander of ten thousand men". In front of the current Great Jin Emperor, they can only be respectful.

"He Shilie." Wanyan Wu Qimai, the second emperor of the Jin Dynasty, said coldly: "This is your third request to conquer Qilu, right?"

The emperor is old, his voice is as desolate as the cold wind on the extreme northern wasteland.

But it still makes people feel biting cold, no, it's even colder than before.

The Han people always say, "If a person is about to die, his words are good." But for Wu Qimai, this sentence is completely the opposite.

He Shilie Zhining buried his face deeply in the ground, staring at the patterns on the floor of Chongzheng Hall, and replied with a slight trembling voice in his mouth: "Yes, this is the third time for a slave."

"Because you lost a Meng An."

"Yes, a slave disappeared from Qi Province."

"Missing? Well, it's indeed missing." Wanyan Wu Qimai said coldly: "One Muke disappeared two years ago, and one Meng'an disappeared last year. Why are you planning to disappear this year?"

"I dare not!"

Heshilie Zhining was cold all over, as if a beheading knife had been installed behind his neck.

"What else do you dare not?" Wanyan Wu Qimai's voice became colder: "You are Bo Jilie, with nearly ten thousand armored soldiers in your hands. What else do you dare not?"

"Do you think you can definitely sweep and see through? I also think you can sweep and see through."

"But, now, who is the biggest enemy of Dajin? Can't you still see Bo Jilie?"

"You lose one Meng'an, you want to take revenge. Last year, the battle between Dajin and the Grassland Tartars caused more than one Meng'an!"

"Didn't you know what you gained from sweeping the dog last year? "

The voice of the Jin emperor became more and more severe. Bo Jili, who was kneeling at the lower head, trembled all over and sweated heavily.

"I have been entering the pass for years and rushing. How much money, grain and grass does the Hangou in Qi Province have for you to make grass grain? Do you still have to use the public warehousing of the User Department?"

"Are you stupid?"

"Slaves deserve to die for all their sins!"

"You deserve to die!"

Wanyan Wu Qimai cursed loudly, and then stopped panting.

He is indeed old.

When he was young, facing a group of barbaric Jurchen nobles, even as emperors, he had to deal with it carefully. Later, after more than ten years of division and disintegration, he continued to centralize power, and finally grasped the military and political power of the Great Jin Dynasty. His psychology became a little different.

The almost crazy tyranny was targeted not only the Khitan, Bohai, Goryeo, Han people under the rule of the Jin Dynasty, but also the Zhen Jurchens were doomed.

The people who ruled the people with high pressure were in poverty. If the Jurchens had not been able to obtain a large amount of foreign wealth from the south, I am afraid the Great Jin Kingdom would have collapsed long ago.

Therefore, Wanyan Wu Qimai sent Meng'an Shuhu Gaoqi, a Marshal-level rank of the capital, to Lin'an, to rush to Lin'an, preparing to force the princess of the Southern Dynasty and extort more wealth and population.

"Remember, the most important thing this year is the annual tribute of the Southern Dynasties!"

The Emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom took a few breaths and said slowly:

"All marshals, all marshals must place their troops to prevent the Tartars from robbing halfway through the grassland! There must be no problems with the annual monies team!"

"Don't save a few little thieves first! I've got the annual monies and rested for a few years. When the cattle and sheep in the soldiers' homes are plump and the granary is full, then I'll start a large army and sweep the entire Central Plains!"

"This time, I will take the whole world!"

...

In the 13th year of Jianxing, Qi Province and Rizhao Private Port.

In the past, it was just a transit station, with only a scattered port of more than a dozen or twenty ships, but now it is completely filled with forest sails.

Xu Shiyang's first investment worth 200,000 yuan was officially arrived in Hong Kong today.

More than one hundred medium-sized lucky ships brought more than 60,000 stones of brown rice, 5,000 stones of salt, tens of thousands of kilograms of salted fish, Tianzhu local cloth, military uniforms of Dazhou, Sugang, Min iron, saltpeter, sulfur, Japanese copper and other materials in one breath.

Xu Muhe, the head of the Xu family who came to pick up the fleet in person, felt infinitely rich when he saw the mountains and seas of supplies!

A manager sent by Li Feihu himself reported to the head of the Xu family one by one with the list of materials, either weighing or counting them. After carefully asking the Xu family to count clearly, he took out the receipt and asked Mr. Xu to stamp it and accept it.

Xu Muhe unexpectedly discovered that 120,000 of the 200,000 guan of the materials were delivered at 80% of them, which means that the 120,000 guan worth of materials on the books actually amounted to 96,000 guan.

This is within Xu Muhe's understanding. After all, this is sponsorship. Giving others is affection, not giving it is duty.

What's more, even if the Xu family's own fleet went to Jiangnan, the crew members would be able to actually receive 80% or 90% of the receivables.
Chapter completed!