After leaving Bianliang City, I felt that the two worlds were deep. The city of Bianliang is full of green trees and people are coming and going. But outside the city, there are now refugees everywhere. The trees have been cut down by refugees, and the leaves and bark have become their food.

The refugee dug a pit on the ground and covered the leaves above, so he could barely accommodate one or two people to sleep inside. This is the refugee's home.

"The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing thousands of miles away! This is probably better than the chaotic times of the Three Kingdoms!" Zhao Qian, who was afraid of hitting a man, could not help but sigh.

"Young Master! Young Master! Look how beautiful my daughter is? It's only one stone of rice!" At this time, a woman suddenly rushed over from outside the official road, and pulled a timid girl with one hand and said with a flattering look on her face.

"What are you doing! Don't get close!" Several imperial soldiers immediately became nervous. They didn't relax their vigilance just because the other party was a woman. The sharp sword on their waists was pulled out halfway, and the woman was immediately scared so much that she didn't dare to get closer and took a few steps back.

Zhao Jin looked at the girl. Although she was just a quick look, she could see that although the girl had not washed for many days, she could not hide her beautiful appearance. Although her figure was not proud, she was quite tall, with wheat-colored skin exposed outside her clothes, full of health and sunshine. Her tall nose and timid eyes easily made the middle-aged uncle feel impulse to encroach on his heart.

Zhao Qian is not a savior, nor is it **. The most important thing is that Zhao Qian knows that he doesn't want to buy it, even if he gives some money, it's wrong to give this woman food. It's not that someone robs him in broad daylight, but that other victims will be moved by the news. Faced with these refugees, Zhao Qian is not beaten or left, and maybe even tramples on the world. People did not save one, but killed several people.

Seeing that Zhao Jintou left without looking back, the woman gritted her teeth and said, "Young Master, half a stone! Just half a stone of food! You can buy my daughter! You should pity us, we have not touched anything for two days! We just drink water every day, and in a few days, people will die!"

Zhao Qian raised his footsteps and couldn't help but stop. He sighed helplessly and said to Li Lizhong: "I'll leave first. You can take this mother and daughter family to the vicinity of the barracks later. The speed is faster, otherwise you will be surrounded by other refugees, which will be troublesome!"

"Yes!" Li Lizhong said, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Prince, you are too soft-hearted to women!"

Zhao Qian laughed and scolded: "Only for beauties!"

Having said that, Zhao Qian also felt that he could not accomplish great things because sometimes he was more ruthless. Look at Liu Bei, it was only in his forties or fifties that he achieved something. However, he was decisive enough in his life. His wife abandoned him when he said he would abandon him when he said he would fall when he said he would fall when he said he would fall. Brothers are like brothers, and women are like clothes, which has won the hearts of many heroes?

When he arrived at the barracks, Han Ping, the commander of the wing soldiers who were responsible for recruiting troops, had already brought a group of officials to greet Zhao Jin at the gate. "The last general and the last generals will meet the prince!"

They bowed each other, neatly, but it was so majestic!

It was Zhao Feng's first time to visit the barracks. Although there were imperial guards in Bianliang City, the barracks were not considered as barracks, but they could be said to be a training ground. Moreover, the imperial guards were treated well, and few people would stay in the barracks overnight and would go home if they had the chance. If they were not good, they would go to the fireworks alley to have a tooth sacrifice.

Zhao Qian bowed and said, "You are so polite! Please get up!"

Han Ping and others responded and stopped their backs. Han Ping walked forward, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Prince invites you to enter, the roster is ready, just wait for the prince to choose!"

When the Song Dynasty selected soldiers, it was usually rare to look at real people, because the Song Dynasty had a strange system, which was to make a salary based on height and height. The soldiers of the imperial guards not only had to be very skilled in martial arts, but also had to be more than 1.7 meters away. If you have the figure of a short-legged tiger in Water Margin and are still from a civilian background, even if you have Zhang Fei's bravery, it is difficult to enter the imperial guards.

Because of this, the roster not only records the name, origin, assessment, but also his height. Generally, generals choose soldiers, and they also choose tall people from these rosters.

Zhao Qian turned against the past and shook his head and said, "No, you can summon all the soldiers! I have my own way to choose!"

Han Ping didn't say that his commander was actually overdoing it. He was originally the commander of the imperial guards, which was his superior Xu Nuo to promote him to the commander of the wing. After a while, he would be appointed as an official outsider and then promised to flow into the muddy water. Otherwise, who would be happy to manage these refugees?

Since these are not his future soldiers, Han Ping is naturally not afraid of being selected by others to go to the best soldiers, which will lead to the failure of the army. Han Ping agreed readily.

As the saying goes, over 10,000 people are boundless. But the feeling that Zhao Jin feels is not vast or spectacular, but helpless!

Ten thousand soldiers gathered in the open space half-deadly, one by one, and they were all dressed in dishevelled clothes. They wore whatever clothes they wore when they came to join the army. None of them was arranged neatly, and there was a bunch of them, and they were very messy.

That's not counting. More than 80% of the soldiers Zhao Qian found that they had no bamboo sticks on their hands, so he asked Li Lizhong to go down and inquire. The news he got was amused and laughed! What's the reason? It's not that he forgot to bring them, but that the bamboo sticks were better, so he took them home to reinforce the house. The worse ones were chopped directly as firewood, and some were sold to vendors.

Zhao Chen discovered for the first time that these literati and officials still had some foresight and did not give these soldiers weapons. Otherwise, in three days, there would be more than 10,000 sets of weapons and armor on the market. That would be a lot of fun!

"Cough! Cough! Prince, it's been a bit long. After a while, I'm afraid these soldiers will be dissatisfied!" Han Ping reminded softly.

Zhao Qian was happy, damn it! Are these guys still good at being in love with each other?

Han Ping naturally knew what Zhao Qian was thinking. In fact, if it weren't for this, how could Han Ping have gone from a commander to cross the wing Yuhou, the deputy commander, and the position of the commander. Even if the status of the wing soldiers is lower than that of the imperial guards, they would not be promoted like this!

Han Ping explained to Zhao Jin: "Your Majesty! You don't know anything. These are basically people from Qingzhou. Qingzhou has a strong custom. There were Qingzhou soldiers from Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms in ancient times. During the Five Dynasties, Qingzhou soldiers should not be underestimated. These people are basically martial arts practitioners, but... well, they just write with their unrestrained temperament. Prince, you have to follow them!"
Chapter completed!