Your Majesty, your minister has one more matter.
Li Shimin was in an excellent mood at this moment.
Speak.
Fang Er straightened his posture.
Your Majesty, this minister requires Taoists!
Capable Taoists!
Li Shimin was startled at first, then looked at Fang Er with curiosity.
Do you wish to become a monk?
Do you believe that the Duke of Qiao wouldn't beat you to death?
Li Jing and Fang Xuanling also chuckled.
This kid is quite something.
Fang Er's forehead was covered in black lines.
This minister wants Taoists, not to *be* a Taoist!
Those Taoists are all talented individuals with extraordinary abilities!
Especially those Taoists who spend their days researching alchemy!
Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief.
If this boy truly wanted to become a monk, it would be a great loss.
Since he merely wants Taoists, that is easily arranged.
You may return now. I will summon those Taoists and they will find you at Fang Family Village!
Fang Er rose and bowed to Li Shimin.
In that case, thank you, Your Majesty. This minister shall take his leave.
Li Shimin continued speaking.
Don't rush off. The Yangwei Army has already begun conscription.
Duke Lu will arrive shortly. You and Duke Fang shall discuss military provisions with Duke Lu.
Business has come knocking!
How could Fang Er possibly leave now?
He plopped back down onto the brocade stool.
He pulled out a handful of spiced peanuts and a bottle of Da Wusu from his embrace.
He sat here waiting, eating and drinking.
Li Shimin, Fang Xuanling, and Li Jing were all speechless.
Kid! Read this.
That's going too far!
Those fragrant beans, don't you know to share?
Li Shimin, maintaining his dignity, merely twitched the corner of his mouth. It wouldn't do to snatch them up, would it?
Fang Xuanling and Li Jing were also swallowing their saliva, gazing longingly at Fang Er.
Why are those little beans so fragrant!
Before long, Cheng Yaojin swaggered into the Liangji Hall.
He cupped his fists in greeting to Li Shimin.
Good morning, Your Majesty!
Uh.
Speaking of which, what's the difference between morning and early morning?
Li Shimin nodded at him.
Then he said.
How is the conscription for the Yangwei Army progressing?
Cheng Yaojin glanced at Fang Er, who was sitting there, taking bites of peanuts and sips of beer.
He plopped down directly next to Fang Er.
Brother, give your brother some.
Fang Er swayed the half-empty bottle of Da Wusu and handed it over directly.
It's all gone, only this is left.
After saying that, he gave the remaining small handful of peanuts to Cheng Yaojin.
Li Shimin's face turned green.
Damn it!
Thick-skinned enough to eat his fill.
Unbearable!
Zhijie, I am asking you a question!
Cheng Yaojin took a sip of beer.
Hiss~~~~~ Refreshing!
Gulp~!
He let out a beer burp, then looked at Li Shimin with a satisfied expression.
Reporting to Your Majesty, ten thousand and one hundred men have been conscripted. We are now waiting for suitable equipment for training!
The Tang Dynasty had a Fubing system, passed down from father to son, son to grandson.
If the father died, the son would step up!
That's how it worked!
So, as soon as the conscription notice was issued, the young and strong men waiting to be called up were quickly gathered.
Li Shimin really couldn't stand it anymore.
It's not that I'm greedy!
But why, from this distance, does the fragrance of those little beans still pierce my nostrils.
It's too much!
Go, go! Duke Fang, take them two to the Ministry of Revenue to discuss.
Fang Er looked at his expression and chuckled.
He stood up with a smile, pulling Cheng Yaojin along.
Let's go, Big Brother, Duke Fang.
Ministry of Revenue Grand Hall.
Cheng Yaojin sipped the beer in small gulps.
Looking at the few peanuts remaining in his palm.
Reluctantly, he bit only half of a peanut at a time.
He looked at Fang Xuanling, wanting to hit him.
I say, Duke Lu, can we handle official business first!
Cheng Yaojin glared at him.
What are you clamoring about!
Oh, damn it!
With this loud shout, his hand trembled, and the last half peanut dropped to the ground.
He bent down to pick it up.
However, his foot shifted, and he directly crushed it.
Then.
Cheng Yaojin was enraged.
He grabbed Fang Xuanling and began to beat him!
You bastard, give me back my beans!
You made me miss half a bean, I'll beat you to death!
Fang Er was stunned.
Damn, is it really that violent!
It's just half a peanut.
There are three large boxes in the system space, you know!
Alright, you fight your fight, your brother will watch the show.
He moved his chair further away, then pulled out more peanuts and beer.
Hmm.
This meat show is quite good to watch.
Cheng Yaojin, who was taking his anger out on Fang Xuanling, suddenly heard the crunching sound of Fang Er eating peanuts.
He turned his head and looked.
Heh heh, brother still has some over there.
Let me tell you, Old Fang, the last time you and Yaoshi ganged up on me, we're even!
If you dare to quarrel with me again, believe it or not, I'll still beat you!
After saying that, he moved closer to Fang Er, extending both hands.
Brother, give me some more.
Fang Xuanling was completely bewildered.
He got up from the ground with two black eyes.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What do I want to do?
Looking at the two brothers sitting there eating peanuts and drinking beer.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Can you give me some to try?
Hmm.
Fang Er was a good person and proactively handed over three small beans.
Here, Duke Fang, try some, to calm your nerves. You won't feel pain after eating them.
Fang Xuanling, half-believingly, threw the beans into his mouth.
He took a careful bite.
Hmm?
This taste!
It's too fragrant, salty and fragrant!
It's five-spiced too!
Instantly, the pain in his body disappeared.
Uh, Marquis of Liaodong, give me a few more.
Fang Er directly popped all the peanuts in his palm into his mouth.
He handed the beer bottle cap to Cheng Yaojin beside him.
He patted the peanut red skin powder off his hands.
Duke Fang, we should discuss official business now. We can talk about eating and drinking later.
Here, the boy will say, and you record, okay?
Fang Xuanling looked at him with a resentful expression.
Damn, let me taste it, and then you won't give me any more!
So stingy!
When we settle the accounts later, I'll see how I deduct from you!
He brought paper and a brush and said to Fang Er.
Marquis of Liaodong, please proceed. Let this duke see how much military provision the Yangwei Army requires.
Fang Er organized his thoughts.
Ten thousand Yun Yi type firearms, hmm, this is essential, one per person.
Let's count two hundred rounds of ammunition per person, which is two million rounds.
According to the three-three military system previously proposed by the boy and His Majesty, the Yangwei Army has a total of 81 companies.
Therefore, in addition to the Yun Yi type, four hundred and five Dragon Fang sniper rifles are also needed.
Let's just round it up to five hundred, after all, we need to leave some room.
There are also mortars. Six cannons per company, that's four hundred and eighty-six.
Let's also round it to five hundred.
Snipers are fed with ammunition, so this ammunition cannot be saved. Each rifle will be equipped with one thousand rounds of ammunition.
Mortar shells will be one hundred shells per cannon.
Thus, calculated.
A total of ten thousand Yun Yi type firearms are needed, with two million rounds of ammunition.
Five hundred Dragon Fang sniper rifles, with fifty thousand rounds of ammunition.
Five hundred mortars, with fifty thousand rounds of artillery shells.
Also, various types of military uniforms, two sets for summer, two sets for winter.
A total of over forty thousand sets, let's round it to fifty thousand sets.