Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Chapter 385 Where are these horses taking us?

Liu Yanshi's eyes lit up as he continued:

"Besides, what's the point of being a blacksmith for life? You'll be working in the smoke and fire every day, and you'll only earn a hard-earned penny.

But if you join us, you will have the opportunity to achieve great military exploits!

With your craftsmanship, the weapons you create will surely help the soldiers charge into battle.

If you achieve military merit, you will be promoted to a higher rank, bring honor to your family, and enjoy endless wealth and glory for the rest of your life!"

As Liu Yanshi spoke, he used his hands to illustrate the majestic appearance of the generals in the army:

"Just imagine, wearing magnificent armor, riding a majestic horse, and being welcomed by the people, what a magnificent sight that would be!

This is a thousand times better than being an unknown blacksmith for a lifetime! Let's work together to do something big, and I guarantee we'll both be successful!"

After hearing what Liu Yanshi said, the blacksmiths couldn't help but think to themselves that what he said made sense.

Liu Yanshi said with a kind smile on his face:

"Since everyone thinks it's feasible, let's sign a contract to sell ourselves.

Please don't get me wrong, this indenture is actually to protect your rights and interests.

Once you sign, you will be one of our own. Not only can you stay, but we can also bring your family members and children with us."

He described it with great enthusiasm: "We have a large village, and all the people living in it are our brothers and sisters.

There is a school in the village where children can learn to read and write. They don’t have to worry about their daily food and clothing, and everyone will definitely have no worries about food and clothing.

Moreover, the wages will be double what you were paid before! If you are willing, just sign the contract. If you still have any doubts, just ignore what I said."

After hearing this, the blacksmiths looked at the owner of the blacksmith shop with a mixture of longing and hesitation in their eyes.

The boss scratched his head and asked suspiciously, "Are you kidding us?"

When Liu Yanshi heard this, he pretended to be angry, glared at him, and said:

"What's so deceptive about this? I've signed a contract and I'll pay you on time every month. Isn't that good enough?

As long as you focus on forging iron, there will be constant work, and the village will occasionally distribute extra benefits."

The boss, still unwilling to give up, pressed on, "Didn't you just tell us to join the army? But we're all blacksmiths. How would we know anything about marching and fighting?"

Liu Yanshi patiently explained:

“The army in our village is different from the ones outside.

Look at the clothes those brothers wear and the equipment they use. Although they are not as sophisticated as yours, they are still quite large.

We forge iron and make weapons on a daily basis, and these weapons can be of great use in wartime.

Your skills are the backbone of our army! Don't worry, I'm not lying.

Once you sign the contract, I'll take you to see the village. Once you see its scale with your own eyes, you'll understand what a rare opportunity this is."

After Liu Yanshi's persuasion, the blacksmiths looked at each other, and the balance in their hearts gradually tilted towards staying.

Finally, more than thirty blacksmiths, one after another, picked up their pens and solemnly signed their names on the indenture.

Lin Wanwan looked at Liu Yanshi and almost laughed to death. She originally thought that he was stupid, but now she found that he was very smart, and his words were very well-organized, which directly brainwashed people.

After eating, Mrs. Bai took Zhao Qiaoniang to treat the soldiers.

Some soldiers had knife wounds all over their bodies, their skin and flesh turned inside out, and dried blood scabs stuck to their clothes.

Some were shot by arrows. Although the arrowheads had been pulled out, the area around the wounds was red, swollen and ulcerated, emitting a foul odor.

Some soldiers were as pale as paper, trembling all over due to colds and fevers, lying weakly on their beds.

Long-term wars and lack of supplies have left them malnourished, thin, with high cheekbones and distinct ribs.

Mrs. Bai looked at the tragic scene in front of her, her eyes reddened, and she hurriedly directed everyone to feed rice soup to the wounded and sick first.

Zhao Qiaoniang also quickly devoted herself to the intensive treatment. She shuttled between the beds, treating those simple wounds.

She skillfully dipped the cotton swab in the medicine and wiped it carefully, fearing that she would hurt the wounded.

When she encountered a soldier with a headache or fever, she would bend down, gently ask about the symptoms, directly prescribe medicine, and ask Mulan and Cui Ya to boil the medicine.

The tent was filled with a mixture of medicine and blood.

Zhao Qiaoniang never stopped for a moment. When she saw a wound that needed to be cleaned, she immediately picked up the tools, carefully picked off the stuck clothes, rinsed the wound with warm water, and then sprinkled it with hemostatic and tissue-regulating powder.

The wounded and sick were extremely weak, and every painful groan they made tugged at everyone's heart.

They were wearing thin and worn clothes, and they shivered when the cold wind blew. The thin cloth could not withstand the severe winter cold at all.

As night fell, the soldiers could only wrap themselves tightly in their tattered blankets and struggle to sleep.

In order to keep warm, the army sent people to the mountains every day to collect branches and wood.

Witnessing this scene, Madam Bai felt bitter in her heart. She sighed heavily and quickly ordered:

"Quick, bring some of the charcoal from our car over here to warm up a bit. It's freezing cold out here, and everyone is almost exhausted.

And bring over the blankets we brought with us."

The supplies they brought with them were very limited. At most, there were only a few dozen quilts, which they would use on the road.

But at this moment, saving lives was the most important thing, so everyone acted quickly and carried the quilts into the tent one by one.

Soon, a charcoal fire started in the tent, and the red charcoal exuded a warm breath.

The temperature gradually rose, but Mrs. Bai's brows remained furrowed. She said worriedly, "This situation is worse than I imagined. I'm afraid our trip was in vain."

As she spoke, she looked at Master Bai and said solemnly:

"Tomorrow, take some gold and go to the nearby market to buy more cotton clothes and cotton.

It would be best to buy some more charcoal and see if we can get some more food."

Master Bai nodded. When it was time to rest at night, Lin Wanwan was carried onto the carriage. It was impossible to rest in the tent because it was too cold.

It was warmer in the carriage, but as soon as they got in, the cheese began to move.

Mrs. Bai opened the curtain and said, "Cheese, where are you taking us? It's so late..."

Toffee squeaked a few times, and when the other horses saw the cheese moving, they started to move too.

Naitang asked the nearby mice and got some particularly good news.

There is a particularly corrupt official in the city who has hidden a lot of grain at home. Shouldn’t we go and take a look?

As dozens of carriages moved forward, Huo Jun asked, "Where are these horses taking us?"

Master Bai looked at him and said:

"Huo Jun! Don't ask so many questions. I won't harm you anyway.

You've been good at everything since you were little, except that you're too responsible."