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Chapter 337 How to Make Military Expansion a Priority

Chapter 337 How to Make Military Expansion a Priority

Chen Bu'er came out of his grandfather's house in the north of the city after dinner.

After he came out, he took his little white dragon and walked aimlessly in this bustling Bianliang city.

At this time, the lights are on, and the excitement of "Ye Bianliang" has begun to appear. Looking up, there is a feast of feasting and feasting everywhere.

Even under the premise that there were no street lights in ancient times, the lanterns lit by small vendors on both sides of the road, and the various lanterns and flower memorial archways in the shops along the street lit up the night like the day.

Pedestrians on the road come and go, and the sound of hawking and laughter is endless. If you insist on saying that it is a prosperous age, isn't this a prosperous age?

Walking on the road, Chen Buer kept thinking about a question, was Bianliang City in the Northern Song Dynasty also so lively in his previous life?How could that megalopolis with a population of one million be emptied overnight?
Later, when "Duanping entered Luo", the Southern Song army briefly regained Bianliang, Tokyo, the former capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, but found that there were basically no complete houses in the city, with fewer than 600 residents, and farming even started in the city.

In other words, the entire city of Bianliang had a population of less than 1234 in 1 A.D., and the formerly prosperous metropolis with a population of one million has completely turned into a ghost city.

And the shame of Jingkang is an eternal pain in the history of the Han nation. Two emperors were captured, countless gold and silver treasures in Bianliang City were looted, countless women were raped and prostituted, and even the imperial concubine and princess became "military prostitutes" .

At this time, two cute little dolls ran past Chen Bu'er with kites in their hands.

Chen Bu'er smiled and walked away, stopped in his tracks, and suddenly had a feeling that such a beautiful life really couldn't be kept for a long time?Is it about to turn into a passing cloud?
Looking at Chen Buer who is a little dazed, the fat and thin people are a little confused?
Since when did my young master become so artistic?So sentimental?So worried about the country and the people?

Is this a quarrel with Miss Shui Ling?Or was the money cheated?All in all it feels weird.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

Chen Buer sighed: "Fatty man, thin man, I now feel that the power of just having more than 20 of you is too small."

The thin man was a little strange: "There is not enough manpower. Let's go to the Charity House to select orphans as before, and slowly train them like Huang Yi and the others. After a few years, not all of them will be good soldiers in the army."

Chen Buer shook his head:

"I'm afraid it's too late. I, Weng Weng, said that the Liao army is very likely to invade our Dazhou. If it happens, they will not just circle around Qinfeng Road like the Xixia army. They will definitely invade the south. Think about it, the rotten beach in the north now , where is the fattest? Is there money and food?"

The thin man and the fat man looked around and asked uncertainly, "That's it? Bianliang?"

"Yes, they want to make up for the shortage caused by the drought in the country. The best place to rob is Bianliang. Where else can they go to rob Bianliang now? I haven't seen hundreds of thousands of victims outside the city, which means that there is nothing to loot in the north. gone."

The fat man and the thin man were also a little shocked. Although they were soldiers, they subconsciously felt that Bianliang was too far away from the battlefield.

Those who hold this kind of thinking are the mainstream, from the imperial court to the common people.

No one would believe Lu Zhixiao's judgment, thinking that the Liao army would suddenly invade Dazhou and want to occupy Bianliang City?
What an international joke?
The Liao and Song Dynasties have not fought a big fight for more than 100 years. In the eyes of most people, this is a century of friendship, but they forget that there are small-scale battles on the border every day, and they forget that the Great Zhou wants millions of "year-old coins" every year to please the Khitan.

A prophet is always alone.

The thin man's brain is smarter, and he immediately figured out the joints. If there will inevitably be a war between Liao and Zhou, then it is too late to find those little orphans and train them for ten years.

"Master, I have a solution. You see, there are hundreds of thousands of disaster victims outside the city. We can recruit people from here."

"Huh?" Chen Buer stopped and thought carefully.

The thin man continued:

"We don't look for those grown men either. They are older and their thinking is too complicated. We are afraid that they will not work hard if they are really in danger. I think it is best to find young men who are about our age."

Chen Buer immediately understood what the thin man said.

Young people aged sixteen or seventeen are often simple-minded, they are the most obedient, and they are absolutely ruthless in their attacks, and they will never be "old fritters".

Leaving aside, just look at the twenty Huang brothers. These young people are now absolutely loyal to Chen Buer, and they have no bad intentions. The key is to be obedient and easy to use.

Who doesn't like a guard like this?

Chen Buer clapped his hands together: "Okay, just do as you say, we will go outside the city to recruit people tomorrow, anyway, my young master is not short of money now."

The fat man laughed:
"Young master, you are wrong. Among the victims outside the city, money is useless. You can't buy food outside the city. Anyway, we don't lack food, so we use food to recruit people. Orphans are the best. Orphans are the best. I need the consent of my parents and myself."

In times of disaster and troubled times, the most common ones are children who sell themselves with weeds on their heads.

These children are definitely not the kind of two- or three-year-old dolls who cry loudly and can’t speak clearly on TV. If you buy such baby dolls, you have to hire someone to take care of them. Who would make such a loss-making business? ?
In this population market, the most popular are beautiful female dolls, from seven or eight to fifteen or sixteen years old.

Many little girls can tell whether they are beauty embryos when they are seven or eight years old. If they are fifteen or sixteen years old, they can usually go to work directly after training.

These buyers are usually big families who buy them to be maids, or goulan cottages, and the ending will not be too happy.

As for the old bachelors in Bianliang City, they are not good at buying women. When you think about why they become old bachelors, you know that they are all idlers, greedy and lazy, how can they have spare money to buy women?

Population trading, followed by young men.

Those who bought these young men were usually major coolie guilds, such as the trough gang, the chariot and horse dealers, the dock workers by the Bian River, and so on.

Of course, there are still many young men who were eventually bought by the gangsters in Bianliang, or directly joined, and became the gang's double-flower red sticks, charging on the front line of turf grabbing.

Young Lang's strikes are neither light nor heavy, fierce and brave, and he is the gang's favorite thug.

What's more, these young men who escaped from the disaster will die as soon as they die. If they are locals, the gang will have to pay some pensions.

That's the way people's lives are worthless in troubled times.

Who will buy the remaining old men and women, old men and old women?These people either survived the disaster and returned to their hometowns, or they couldn't survive and became a corpse on the side of the road.

(End of this chapter)

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